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Falling Skies: Reboot ver 2

Pilot Profile

Pilot Appearance

Name: Jakunta
Age: 41
Callsign: Yak
Kills: Not that many, probably only a bit over 10 over the length of his career.

Psychological Analysis: Jakunta is direct. His age and experience have granted him the wisdom of being able to cut straight through to the point he’s trying to make. A warrior since his youth, his development was marred by a lack of consistent relationships or a stable environment to grow into. He fights not because it is the right thing for him to do, but rather the only thing he knows and understands. He respects and admires his comrades but he's quick to get over their deaths and largely unfazed by their behaviour towards him. Once his communication skills had improved and obedience to the collective army had been drilled into him, he’s been reported to be trustworthy and loyal. There have been some interesting developments to the norm; Aleksanderin quickly became a kindred spirit who Jakunta frequently spends time with and the recent introduction of Abigail to the team has brought out some uncharacteristically sentimental behaviours from the brute that have yet to be fully established and documented.

Personal Record:
Planet: Zalava, ruled by two feuding factions - the Tyrnapoldov Liberation Front (TLF) and the Pozchy Republic (PR). The two factions have been locked in a civil war for several generations. Due to their constant fighting, they were always technologically behind other space-faring empires. There were hardly any resources worth taking over and Zalava was left largely to its own devices for a few decades.

Jakunta was born on the Tyrnapoldov territories of the planet and raised in poverty. Witnessing his older siblings fight and die in the war whilst absorbing vehement propaganda, coupled with a cultural slant towards honour and glory in battle, Jakunta veered away from education and into a uniform whilst he was still largely a boy. The camaraderie and violence of a battlefield soaked into his formative years as he became disgusted, outraged then desensitized to the atrocities of war.

It was ultimately a want of manpower and space to grow that pushed the Coalition into backing the Pozchy Republic and since then, Jakunta and other Tyrnapoldov combattants have harboured the sort of festering hatred that you could only really garner from a long, pointless war. Unlike the grand scale assaults and skirmishes the Coalition was used to in space, Zalava introduced the capitalists to a civil war unchecked; Jakunta and his posse were quick to demoralise and terrorise the opposition by targeting medics and hospitals then injuring POWs. Under Coalition law, this branded the Tyrnapoldov soldiers as war criminals with substantial bounties on the heads of any platoon leaders; relative, of course, to the abysmal economy of the planet and worth very little off-world.

Jakunta saw the winds changing. With the financial backing of the coalition, the Pozchy Republic was beginning to spread and his resolve started to waver. The thought of a Coalition-controlled Zalava and how difficult it would be to keep his life in that future spurred on a prompt escape from the planet on a freighter ship to the nearby Savonia. With very little funds, no grasp of the language and no connections on the planet Jakunta took any work he could find - then when he had enough to get by, any legitimate work he could find. He ultimately went from working under the table to a shipyard labourer and got to see MAS construction up close, admiring the behemoths of machinery whilst performing fairly low paying, menial labour in the production line. He moved into the mainland and started processing huge slabs of fish from the port of Veslem. Through osmosis, Jakunta learnt the language piece by piece and garnered the help of a sympathetic priest to become literate. From there, Jakunta applied for Savonian citizenship - and heard of the UEE backing his Tyrnapoldov brethren back home through the radio.

As soon as he was eligible by Savonian standards to join the UEE infantry corps, Jakunta signed up. He half hoped to return home and fight off the Coalition once and for all but found himself instead jettisoned into unknown frontlines, bloody wars held on numerous other planets like his and expected to fight just as hard as he did before. Jakunta exceeded expectations. His aggression had him placed into the Vanguard and from there new opportunities to learn such as MAS piloting courses and supplementary training became available. At this point in time Jakunta had to start considering his future - he'd been in enough battlefields to realise he wasn't dying as quickly as he had originally anticipated - and took on the supplemental training to better himself. It was ultimately that decision that flagged him for the 101st; he had more than proven himself through experience alone and if he managed to achieve similar results in a MAS then he was a promising candidate.

When Jakunta passed the necessary examinations to join the 101st, the group dynamic almost immediately threw him off. He wasn't standoffish per se; he just didn't know how to operate smoothly with such a close knit group. Alienated and alone, it fell to Aleksanderin to try and connect with the brute and better integrate him into the team. At the very least they shared a language he could speak better than English and a common understanding of the job description. What came from it was a tepid friendship that slowly warmed up until they were quite close. Jakunta never truly got along with the rest of the crew as much as he did with Aleks and the pair of them began training together to perfect their combat style.

From there Jakunta was a silent, steady foundation to the team. He didn't partake in the niceties of bonding and getting along with the others because he didn't need to - regardless of his personal opinions on the others (and their opinions of him), he would continue to protect and support the team with unwavering loyalty. Whether this stemmed from a sense of duty or the looming threat of his fate at the hands of the Coalition should the UEE end up dissatisfied with his performance remained to be seen. He didn't open up a lot. He didn't bother to learn much about the others - Aleksanderin was an exception but even then they weren't prone to long, heartfelt discussions about their experiences.

Then the assault on Savonia happened and something shifted in Jakunta for the better.

The familiarity of the territory brought out some latent leadership skills in Jakunta that spurred him, alongside Aleksanderin, to handle the responsibilities of rallying and organising the locals in a counter assault against the Coalition. All those engrained tendencies from Zalava came out as he became a powerhouse, a moral booster and an infantryman once more. He lead the charge more often than not with the vanguard then retreated to his MAS for devastating cover fire; he had to handle a gun and a knife on the field instead of in his MAS since the UEE wanted as little structural damage as possible. To the 101st, the change in demeanor was significant as they finally put Jakunta into a situation he was acutely familiar with.

When a young girl risked her life to drag Jakunta out of the line of fire after a bullet to the knee he made a split second decision and took an incredible risk by instructing her how to operate his MAS and perform his duties. Coupled with his exceptional performance on the field, the UEE put Jakunta under investigation and ultimately gave him several months' recovery leave to mend his injuries. They ultimately decided to keep Jakunta in the team but on a short leash to see how his change in behaviour would play out.

What they found was regular correspondence with Aleksanderin and a more demure approach to his job. Jakunta found a smidge of empathy and began warming up to others. No longer spurred by violence and patriotism, he started to slow down and carefully consider his actions. There isn't a lot of documentation on what he did aside from recovering in hospital and spending some time renting a cabin practically off grid, which he labelled as 'R&R'. He attended his physiotherapy sessions and made a decent recovery by carefully following advice from medical professionals. When he returned to work he was under a month's probationary period where UEE officials and his direct superiors tested his physical and psychological fitness to work and found no underlying issues.

When the young girl that saved Jakunta eventually reached out to him about a personal loss during her academic training, the UEE monitored the correspondence channels. What they found was an uncharacteristically gentle approach to the young girl and signs of Jakunta appreciating, then enjoying the regular messages. The same effect was noted in Aleksanderin and their strong dynamic plus Abigail's promising predicted scores marked her as a potential candidate for the 101st. Since her induction into the team Jakunta's behaviour has improved and he has finally started to come out of his shell. This promising new potential and his well-established record outweigh his age and lessened physical capabilities, retaining his position in the 101st for the foreseeable future.



Equipment: Aside from standard military affair, Jakunta has with him: A photo of a dog, a pack of tobacco and an iguana keychain.

MAS Profile

MAS Appearance

Designation: KRAKONO-M3
Role: Artillery / Supportive Fire
Chassis: Heavy
Description: A large, slow and heavily armored MAS utilising it’s large weapons systems to target enemy fortifications, buildings, slow moving ground troops and vehicles as well as opposing stationary targets with devastating results. Alongside an impressive medium to long range arsenal, the MAS has an additional thick layer of armor bolted onto its chassis.
The KRAKONO-M3 is intended to be used as a mobile, medium-to-long range artillery and anti-heavy MAS unit. The MAS is best suited for a supportive role, providing firepower to the more mobile and close-range MAS’s.
The KRAKONO-M3 has several weaknesses that prevent it from operating efficiently without friendly support:
Fast moving MAS’s and vehicles.
Elevated terrain forces the already slow MAS to either hunker down or commence at an even slower pace if forced to move forward.
Laser Weapons. This MAS has armor based defences that intend to protect it against ballistic and plasma based armaments which leaves it vulnerable to laser weaponry.
Systems:
Superheavy Mount: 80 centimetre caliber artillery cannon. A weighty, large and slow canon mounted onto the KRAKONO-M3 to act as a siege artillery piece.
Primary Mount: Anti-MAS ballistic canon. Used in combat against opposing MAS’s that have low armor but high shield defences.
Primary Mount: Anti-MAS laser canon. Used in combat against opposing MAS’s that have high armor but low shield defences.
Secondary Mount: Light machine gun. Used against encroaching ground infantry near the MAS.
Secondary Mount: Flame vents. Used against lightly armored enemies beneath the MAS.
Utility system 1: Smoke discharges. A defensive system to deploy a vast cloud of smoke to hide the MAS and allow for retreat.
Utility system 2: Uparmor. Additional armor plating bolted on top of the MAS. Raising it’s armor by half a weight class and reducing it’s mobility.

Falling Skies: Reboot (Mecha, Space Opera)

Pilot Profile

Pilot Appearance

Name: Jakunta
Age: 41
Callsign: Yak
Kills: Not that many, probably only a bit over 10 over the length of his career.

Psychological Analysis: Jakunta is direct. His age and experience have granted him the wisdom of being able to cut straight through to the point he’s trying to make. A warrior since his youth, his development was marred by a lack of consistent relationships or a stable environment to grow into. He fights not because it is the right thing for him to do, but rather the only thing he knows and understands. He respects and admires his comrades but he's quick to get over their deaths and largely unfazed by their behaviour towards him. Once his communication skills had improved and obedience to the collective army had been drilled into him, he’s been reported to be trustworthy and loyal. There have been some interesting developments to the norm; Aleksanderin quickly became a kindred spirit who Jakunta frequently spends time with and the recent introduction of Abigail to the team has brought out some uncharacteristically sentimental behaviours from the brute that have yet to be fully established and documented.

Personal Record: Planet: Zalava, ruled by two feuding factions - the Tyrnapoldov Liberation Front (TLF) and the Pozchy Republic (PR). The two factions have been locked in a civil war for several generations. Due to their constant fighting, they were always technologically behind other space-faring empires. There were hardly any resources worth taking over and Zalava was left largely to its own devices for a few decades.

Jakunta was born on the Tyrnapoldov territories of the planet and raised in poverty. Witnessing his older siblings fight and die in the war whilst absorbing vehement propaganda, coupled with a cultural slant towards honour and glory in battle, Jakunta veered away from education and into a uniform whilst he was still largely a boy. The camaraderie and violence of a battlefield soaked into his formative years as he became disgusted, outraged then desensitized to the atrocities of war.

It was ultimately a want of manpower and space to grow that pushed the Coalition into backing the Pozchy Republic and since then, Jakunta and other Tyrnapoldov combattants have harboured the sort of festering hatred that you could only really garner from a long, pointless war. Unlike the grand scale assaults and skirmishes the Coalition was used to in space, Zalava introduced the capitalists to a civil war unchecked; Jakunta and his posse were quick to demoralise and terrorise the opposition by targeting medics and hospitals then injuring POWs. Under Coalition law, this branded the Tyrnapoldov soldiers as war criminals with substantial bounties on the heads of any platoon leaders; relative, of course, to the abysmal economy of the planet and worth very little off-world.

Jakunta saw the winds changing. With the financial backing of the coalition, the Pozchy Republic was beginning to spread and his resolve started to waver. The thought of a Coalition-controlled Zalava and how difficult it would be to keep his life in that future spurred on a prompt escape from the planet on a freighter ship to the nearby Savonia. With very little funds, no grasp of the language and no connections on the planet Jakunta took any work he could find - then when he had enough to get by, any legitimate work he could find. He ultimately went from working under the table to a shipyard labourer and got to see MAS construction up close, admiring the behemoths of machinery whilst performing fairly low paying, menial labour in the production line. He moved into the mainland and started processing huge slabs of fish from the port of Veslem. Through osmosis, Jakunta learnt the language piece by piece and garnered the help of a sympathetic priest to become literate. From there, Jakunta applied for Savonian citizenship - and heard of the UEE backing his Tyrnapoldov brethren back home through the radio.

As soon as he was eligible by Savonian standards to join the UEE infantry corps, Jakunta signed up. He half hoped to return home and fight off the Coalition once and for all but found himself instead jettisoned into unknown frontlines, bloody wars held on numerous other planets like his and expected to fight just as hard as he did before. Jakunta exceeded expectations. His aggression had him placed into the Vanguard and from there new opportunities to learn such as MAS piloting courses and supplementary training became available. At this point in time Jakunta had to start considering his future - he'd been in enough battlefields to realise he wasn't dying as quickly as he had originally anticipated - and took on the supplemental training to better himself. It was ultimately that decision that flagged him for the 101st; he had more than proven himself through experience alone and if he managed to achieve similar results in a MAS then he was a promising candidate.

When Jakunta passed the necessary examinations to join the 101st, the group dynamic almost immediately threw him off. He wasn't standoffish per se; he just didn't know how to operate smoothly with such a close knit group. Alienated and alone, it fell to Aleksanderin to try and connect with the brute and better integrate him into the team. At the very least they shared a language he could speak better than English and a common understanding of the job description. What came from it was a tepid friendship that slowly warmed up until they were quite close. Jakunta never truly got along with the rest of the crew as much as he did with Aleks and the pair of them began training together to perfect their combat style.

From there Jakunta was a silent, steady foundation to the team. He didn't partake in the niceties of bonding and getting along with the others because he didn't need to - regardless of his personal opinions on the others (and their opinions of him), he would continue to protect and support the team with unwavering loyalty. Whether this stemmed from a sense of duty or the looming threat of his fate at the hands of the Coalition should the UEE end up dissatisfied with his performance remained to be seen. He didn't open up a lot. He didn't bother to learn much about the others - Aleksanderin was an exception but even then they weren't prone to long, heartfelt discussions about their experiences.

Then the assault on Savonia happened and something shifted in Jakunta for the better.

The familiarity of the territory brought out some latent leadership skills in Jakunta that spurred him, alongside Aleksanderin, to handle the responsibilities of rallying and organising the locals in a counter assault against the Coalition. All those engrained tendencies from Zalava came out as he became a powerhouse, a moral booster and an infantryman once more. He lead the charge more often than not with the vanguard then retreated to his MAS for devastating cover fire; he had to handle a gun and a knife on the field instead of in his MAS since the UEE wanted as little structural damage as possible. To the 101st, the change in demeanor was significant as they finally put Jakunta into a situation he was acutely familiar with.

When a young girl risked her life to drag Jakunta out of the line of fire after a bullet to the knee he made a split second decision and took an incredible risk by instructing her how to operate his MAS and perform his duties. Coupled with his exceptional performance on the field, the UEE put Jakunta under investigation and ultimately gave him several months' recovery leave to mend his injuries. They ultimately decided to keep Jakunta in the team but on a short leash to see how his change in behaviour would play out.

What they found was regular correspondence with Aleksanderin and a more demure approach to his job. Jakunta found a smidge of empathy and began warming up to others. No longer spurred by violence and patriotism, he started to slow down and carefully consider his actions. There isn't a lot of documentation on what he did aside from recovering in hospital and spending some time renting a cabin practically off grid, which he labelled as 'R&R'. He attended his physiotherapy sessions and made a decent recovery by carefully following advice from medical professionals. When he returned to work he was under a month's probationary period where UEE officials and his direct superiors tested his physical and psychological fitness to work and found no underlying issues.

When the young girl that saved Jakunta eventually reached out to him about a personal loss during her academic training, the UEE monitored the correspondence channels. What they found was an uncharacteristically gentle approach to the young girl and signs of Jakunta appreciating, then enjoying the regular messages. The same effect was noted in Aleksanderin and their strong dynamic plus Abigail's promising predicted scores marked her as a potential candidate for the 101st. Since her induction into the team Jakunta's behaviour has improved and he has finally started to come out of his shell. This promising new potential and his well-established record outweigh his age and lessened physical capabilities, retaining his position in the 101st for the foreseeable future.

Equipment: Aside from standard military affair, Jakunta has with him: A photo of a dog, a pack of tobacco and an iguana keychain.

MAS Profile

MAS Appearance

Designation: KRAKONO-M3
Role: Artillery / Supportive Fire
Chassis: Heavy
Description: A large, slow and heavily armored MAS utilising it’s large weapons systems to target enemy fortifications, buildings, slow moving ground troops and vehicles as well as opposing stationary targets with devastating results. Alongside an impressive medium to long range arsenal, the MAS has an additional thick layer of armor bolted onto its chassis.
The KRAKONO-M3 is intended to be used as a mobile, medium-to-long range artillery and anti-heavy MAS unit. The MAS is best suited for a supportive role, providing firepower to the more mobile and close-range MAS’s.
The KRAKONO-M3 has several weaknesses that prevent it from operating efficiently without friendly support:
Fast moving MAS’s and vehicles.
Elevated terrain forces the already slow MAS to either hunker down or commence at an even slower pace if forced to move forward.
Laser Weapons. This MAS has armor based defences that intend to protect it against ballistic and plasma based armaments which leaves it vulnerable to laser weaponry.
Systems: Superheavy Mount: 80 centimetre caliber artillery cannon. A weighty, large and slow canon mounted onto the KRAKONO-M3 to act as a siege artillery piece.
Primary Mount: Anti-MAS ballistic canon. Used in combat against opposing MAS’s that have low armor but high shield defences.
Primary Mount: Anti-MAS laser canon. Used in combat against opposing MAS’s that have high armor but low shield defences.
Secondary Mount: Light machine gun. Used against encroaching ground infantry near the MAS.
Secondary Mount: Flame vents. Used against lightly armored enemies beneath the MAS.
Utility system 1: Smoke discharges. A defensive system to deploy a vast cloud of smoke to hide the MAS and allow for retreat.
Utility system 2: Uparmor. Additional armor plating bolted on top of the MAS. Raising it’s armor by half a weight class and reducing it’s mobility.

Falling Skies: Reboot (Mecha, Space Opera)

Pilot Profile

Pilot Appearance

Name: Jakunta
Age: 41
Callsign: Yak
Kills: Not that many, probably only a bit over 10 over the length of his career.

Psychological Analysis: Jakunta is direct. His age and experience have granted him the wisdom of being able to cut straight through to the point he’s trying to make. A warrior since his youth, his development was marred by a lack of consistent relationships or a stable environment to grow into. He fights not because it is the right thing for him to do, but rather the only thing he knows and understands. He respects and admires his comrades but he's quick to get over their deaths and largely unfazed by their behaviour towards him. Once his communication skills had improved and obedience to the collective army had been drilled into him, he’s been reported to be trustworthy and loyal. There have been some interesting developments to the norm; Aleksanderin quickly became a kindred spirit who Jakunta frequently spends time with and the recent introduction of Abigail to the team has brought out some uncharacteristically sentimental behaviours from the brute that have yet to be fully established and documented.

Personal Record:
Planet: Zalava, ruled by two feuding factions - the Tyrnapoldov Liberation Front (TLF) and the Pozchy Republic (PR). The two factions have been locked in a civil war for several generations. Due to their constant fighting, they were always technologically behind other space-faring empires. There were hardly any resources worth taking over and Zalava was left largely to its own devices for a few decades.

Jakunta was born on the Tyrnapoldov territories of the planet and raised in poverty. Witnessing his older siblings fight and die in the war whilst absorbing vehement propaganda, coupled with a cultural slant towards honour and glory in battle, Jakunta veered away from education and into a uniform whilst he was still largely a boy. The camaraderie and violence of a battlefield soaked into his formative years as he became disgusted, outraged then desensitized to the atrocities of war.

It was ultimately a want of manpower and space to grow that pushed the Coalition into backing the Pozchy Republic and since then, Jakunta and other Tyrnapoldov combattants have harboured the sort of festering hatred that you could only really garner from a long, pointless war. Unlike the grand scale assaults and skirmishes the Coalition was used to in space, Zalava introduced the capitalists to a civil war unchecked; Jakunta and his posse were quick to demoralise and terrorise the opposition by targeting medics and hospitals then injuring POWs. Under Coalition law, this branded the Tyrnapoldov soldiers as war criminals with substantial bounties on the heads of any platoon leaders; relative, of course, to the abysmal economy of the planet and worth very little off-world.

Jakunta saw the winds changing. With the financial backing of the coalition, the Pozchy Republic was beginning to spread and his resolve started to waver. The thought of a Coalition-controlled Zalava and how difficult it would be to keep his life in that future spurred on a prompt escape from the planet on a freighter ship to the nearby Savonia. With very little funds, no grasp of the language and no connections on the planet Jakunta took any work he could find - then when he had enough to get by, any legitimate work he could find. He ultimately went from working under the table to a shipyard labourer and got to see MAS construction up close, admiring the behemoths of machinery whilst performing fairly low paying, menial labour in the production line. He moved into the mainland and started processing huge slabs of fish from the port of Veslem. Through osmosis, Jakunta learnt the language piece by piece and garnered the help of a sympathetic priest to become literate. From there, Jakunta applied for Savonian citizenship - and heard of the UEE backing his Tyrnapoldov brethren back home through the radio.

As soon as he was eligible by Savonian standards to join the UEE infantry corps, Jakunta signed up. He half hoped to return home and fight off the Coalition once and for all but found himself instead jettisoned into unknown frontlines, bloody wars held on numerous other planets like his and expected to fight just as hard as he did before. Jakunta exceeded expectations. His aggression had him placed into the Vanguard and from there new opportunities to learn such as MAS piloting courses and supplementary training became available. At this point in time Jakunta had to start considering his future - he'd been in enough battlefields to realise he wasn't dying as quickly as he had originally anticipated - and took on the supplemental training to better himself. It was ultimately that decision that flagged him for the 101st; he had more than proven himself through experience alone and if he managed to achieve similar results in a MAS then he was a promising candidate.

When Jakunta passed the necessary examinations to join the 101st, the group dynamic almost immediately threw him off. He wasn't standoffish per se; he just didn't know how to operate smoothly with such a close knit group. Alienated and alone, it fell to Aleksanderin to try and connect with the brute and better integrate him into the team. At the very least they shared a language he could speak better than English and a common understanding of the job description. What came from it was a tepid friendship that slowly warmed up until they were quite close. Jakunta never truly got along with the rest of the crew as much as he did with Aleks and the pair of them began training together to perfect their combat style.

From there Jakunta was a silent, steady foundation to the team. He didn't partake in the niceties of bonding and getting along with the others because he didn't need to - regardless of his personal opinions on the others (and their opinions of him), he would continue to protect and support the team with unwavering loyalty. Whether this stemmed from a sense of duty or the looming threat of his fate at the hands of the Coalition should the UEE end up dissatisfied with his performance remained to be seen. He didn't open up a lot. He didn't bother to learn much about the others - Aleksanderin was an exception but even then they weren't prone to long, heartfelt discussions about their experiences.

Then the assault on Savonia happened and something shifted in Jakunta for the better.

The familiarity of the territory brought out some latent leadership skills in Jakunta that spurred him, alongside Aleksanderin, to handle the responsibilities of rallying and organising the locals in a counter assault against the Coalition. All those engrained tendencies from Zalava came out as he became a powerhouse, a moral booster and an infantryman once more. He lead the charge more often than not with the vanguard then retreated to his MAS for devastating cover fire; he had to handle a gun and a knife on the field instead of in his MAS since the UEE wanted as little structural damage as possible. To the 101st, the change in demeanor was significant as they finally put Jakunta into a situation he was acutely familiar with.

When a young girl risked her life to drag Jakunta out of the line of fire after a bullet to the knee he made a split second decision and took an incredible risk by instructing her how to operate his MAS and perform his duties. Coupled with his exceptional performance on the field, the UEE put Jakunta under investigation and ultimately gave him several months' recovery leave to mend his injuries. They ultimately decided to keep Jakunta in the team but on a short leash to see how his change in behaviour would play out.

What they found was regular correspondence with Aleksanderin and a more demure approach to his job. Jakunta found a smidge of empathy and began warming up to others. No longer spurred by violence and patriotism, he started to slow down and carefully consider his actions. There isn't a lot of documentation on what he did aside from recovering in hospital and spending some time renting a cabin practically off grid, which he labelled as 'R&R'. He attended his physiotherapy sessions and made a decent recovery by carefully following advice from medical professionals. When he returned to work he was under a month's probationary period where UEE officials and his direct superiors tested his physical and psychological fitness to work and found no underlying issues.

When the young girl that saved Jakunta eventually reached out to him about a personal loss during her academic training, the UEE monitored the correspondence channels. What they found was an uncharacteristically gentle approach to the young girl and signs of Jakunta appreciating, then enjoying the regular messages. The same effect was noted in Aleksanderin and their strong dynamic plus Abigail's promising predicted scores marked her as a potential candidate for the 101st. Since her induction into the team Jakunta's behaviour has improved and he has finally started to come out of his shell. This promising new potential and his well-established record outweigh his age and lessened physical capabilities, retaining his position in the 101st for the foreseeable future.



Equipment: Aside from standard military affair, Jakunta has with him: A photo of a dog, a pack of tobacco and an iguana keychain.

MAS Profile

MAS Appearance

Designation: KRAKONO-M3
Role: Artillery / Supportive Fire
Chassis: Heavy
Description: A large, slow and heavily armored MAS utilising it’s large weapons systems to target enemy fortifications, buildings, slow moving ground troops and vehicles as well as opposing stationary targets with devastating results. Alongside an impressive medium to long range arsenal, the MAS has an additional thick layer of armor bolted onto its chassis.
The KRAKONO-M3 is intended to be used as a mobile, medium-to-long range artillery and anti-heavy MAS unit. The MAS is best suited for a supportive role, providing firepower to the more mobile and close-range MAS’s.
The KRAKONO-M3 has several weaknesses that prevent it from operating efficiently without friendly support:
Fast moving MAS’s and vehicles.
Elevated terrain forces the already slow MAS to either hunker down or commence at an even slower pace if forced to move forward.
Laser Weapons. This MAS has armor based defences that intend to protect it against ballistic and plasma based armaments which leaves it vulnerable to laser weaponry.
Systems:
Superheavy Mount: 80 centimetre caliber artillery cannon. A weighty, large and slow canon mounted onto the KRAKONO-M3 to act as a siege artillery piece.
Primary Mount: Anti-MAS ballistic canon. Used in combat against opposing MAS’s that have low armor but high shield defences.
Primary Mount: Anti-MAS laser canon. Used in combat against opposing MAS’s that have high armor but low shield defences.
Secondary Mount: Light machine gun. Used against encroaching ground infantry near the MAS.
Secondary Mount: Flame vents. Used against lightly armored enemies beneath the MAS.
Utility system 1: Smoke discharges. A defensive system to deploy a vast cloud of smoke to hide the MAS and allow for retreat.
Utility system 2: Uparmor. Additional armor plating bolted on top of the MAS. Raising it’s armor by half a weight class and reducing it’s mobility.

Falling Skies: Reboot (Mecha, Space Opera)

Pilot Profile

Pilot Appearance

Name: Jakunta
Age: 41
Callsign: Yak
Kills: Not that many, probably only a bit over 10 over the length of his career.

Psychological Analysis: Jakunta is direct. His age and experience have granted him the wisdom of being able to cut straight through to the point he’s trying to make. A warrior since his youth, his development was marred by a lack of consistent relationships or a stable environment to grow into. He fights not because it is the right thing for him to do, but rather the only thing he knows and understands. He respects and admires his comrades but he's quick to get over their deaths and largely unfazed by their behaviour towards him. Once his communication skills had improved and obedience to the collective army had been drilled into him, he’s been reported to be trustworthy and loyal. There have been some interesting developments to the norm; Aleksanderin quickly became a kindred spirit who Jakunta frequently spends time with and the recent introduction of Abigail to the team has brought out some uncharacteristically sentimental behaviours from the brute that have yet to be fully established and documented.

Personal Record: Planet: Zalava, ruled by two feuding factions - the Tyrnapoldov Liberation Front (TLF) and the Pozchy Republic (PR). The two factions have been locked in a civil war for several generations. Due to their constant fighting, they were always technologically behind other space-faring empires. There were hardly any resources worth taking over and Zalava was left largely to its own devices for a few decades.

Jakunta was born on the Tyrnapoldov territories of the planet and raised in poverty. Witnessing his older siblings fight and die in the war whilst absorbing vehement propaganda, coupled with a cultural slant towards honour and glory in battle, Jakunta veered away from education and into a uniform whilst he was still largely a boy. The camaraderie and violence of a battlefield soaked into his formative years as he became disgusted, outraged then desensitized to the atrocities of war.

It was ultimately a want of manpower and space to grow that pushed the Coalition into backing the Pozchy Republic and since then, Jakunta and other Tyrnapoldov combattants have harboured the sort of festering hatred that you could only really garner from a long, pointless war. Unlike the grand scale assaults and skirmishes the Coalition was used to in space, Zalava introduced the capitalists to a civil war unchecked; Jakunta and his posse were quick to demoralise and terrorise the opposition by targeting medics and hospitals then injuring POWs. Under Coalition law, this branded the Tyrnapoldov soldiers as war criminals with substantial bounties on the heads of any platoon leaders; relative, of course, to the abysmal economy of the planet and worth very little off-world.

Jakunta saw the winds changing. With the financial backing of the coalition, the Pozchy Republic was beginning to spread and his resolve started to waver. The thought of a Coalition-controlled Zalava and how difficult it would be to keep his life in that future spurred on a prompt escape from the planet on a freighter ship to the nearby Savonia. With very little funds, no grasp of the language and no connections on the planet Jakunta took any work he could find - then when he had enough to get by, any legitimate work he could find. He ultimately went from working under the table to a shipyard labourer and got to see MAS construction up close, admiring the behemoths of machinery whilst performing fairly low paying, menial labour in the production line. He moved into the mainland and started processing huge slabs of fish from the port of Veslem. Through osmosis, Jakunta learnt the language piece by piece and garnered the help of a sympathetic priest to become literate. From there, Jakunta applied for Savonian citizenship - and heard of the UEE backing his Tyrnapoldov brethren back home through the radio.

As soon as he was eligible by Savonian standards to join the UEE infantry corps, Jakunta signed up. He half hoped to return home and fight off the Coalition once and for all but found himself instead jettisoned into unknown frontlines, bloody wars held on numerous other planets like his and expected to fight just as hard as he did before. Jakunta exceeded expectations. His aggression had him placed into the Vanguard and from there new opportunities to learn such as MAS piloting courses and supplementary training became available. At this point in time Jakunta had to start considering his future - he'd been in enough battlefields to realise he wasn't dying as quickly as he had originally anticipated - and took on the supplemental training to better himself. It was ultimately that decision that flagged him for the 101st; he had more than proven himself through experience alone and if he managed to achieve similar results in a MAS then he was a promising candidate.

When Jakunta passed the necessary examinations to join the 101st, the group dynamic almost immediately threw him off. He wasn't standoffish per se; he just didn't know how to operate smoothly with such a close knit group. Alienated and alone, it fell to Aleksanderin to try and connect with the brute and better integrate him into the team. At the very least they shared a language he could speak better than English and a common understanding of the job description. What came from it was a tepid friendship that slowly warmed up until they were quite close. Jakunta never truly got along with the rest of the crew as much as he did with Aleks and the pair of them began training together to perfect their combat style.

From there Jakunta was a silent, steady foundation to the team. He didn't partake in the niceties of bonding and getting along with the others because he didn't need to - regardless of his personal opinions on the others (and their opinions of him), he would continue to protect and support the team with unwavering loyalty. Whether this stemmed from a sense of duty or the looming threat of his fate at the hands of the Coalition should the UEE end up dissatisfied with his performance remained to be seen. He didn't open up a lot. He didn't bother to learn much about the others - Aleksanderin was an exception but even then they weren't prone to long, heartfelt discussions about their experiences.

Then the assault on Savonia happened and something shifted in Jakunta for the better.

The familiarity of the territory brought out some latent leadership skills in Jakunta that spurred him, alongside Aleksanderin, to handle the responsibilities of rallying and organising the locals in a counter assault against the Coalition. All those engrained tendencies from Zalava came out as he became a powerhouse, a moral booster and an infantryman once more. He lead the charge more often than not with the vanguard then retreated to his MAS for devastating cover fire; he had to handle a gun and a knife on the field instead of in his MAS since the UEE wanted as little structural damage as possible. To the 101st, the change in demeanor was significant as they finally put Jakunta into a situation he was acutely familiar with.

When a young girl risked her life to drag Jakunta out of the line of fire after a bullet to the knee he made a split second decision and took an incredible risk by instructing her how to operate his MAS and perform his duties. Coupled with his exceptional performance on the field, the UEE put Jakunta under investigation and ultimately gave him several months' recovery leave to mend his injuries. They ultimately decided to keep Jakunta in the team but on a short leash to see how his change in behaviour would play out.

What they found was regular correspondence with Aleksanderin and a more demure approach to his job. Jakunta found a smidge of empathy and began warming up to others. No longer spurred by violence and patriotism, he started to slow down and carefully consider his actions. There isn't a lot of documentation on what he did aside from recovering in hospital and spending some time renting a cabin practically off grid, which he labelled as 'R&R'. He attended his physiotherapy sessions and made a decent recovery by carefully following advice from medical professionals. When he returned to work he was under a month's probationary period where UEE officials and his direct superiors tested his physical and psychological fitness to work and found no underlying issues.

When the young girl that saved Jakunta eventually reached out to him about a personal loss during her academic training, the UEE monitored the correspondence channels. What they found was an uncharacteristically gentle approach to the young girl and signs of Jakunta appreciating, then enjoying the regular messages. The same effect was noted in Aleksanderin and their strong dynamic plus Abigail's promising predicted scores marked her as a potential candidate for the 101st. Since her induction into the team Jakunta's behaviour has improved and he has finally started to come out of his shell. This promising new potential and his well-established record outweigh his age and lessened physical capabilities, retaining his position in the 101st for the foreseeable future.

Equipment: Aside from standard military affair, Jakunta has with him: A photo of a dog, a pack of tobacco and an iguana keychain.

MAS Profile

MAS Appearance

Designation: KRAKONO-M3
Role: Artillery / Supportive Fire
Chassis: Heavy
Description: A large, slow and heavily armored MAS utilising it’s large weapons systems to target enemy fortifications, buildings, slow moving ground troops and vehicles as well as opposing stationary targets with devastating results. Alongside an impressive medium to long range arsenal, the MAS has an additional thick layer of armor bolted onto its chassis.
The KRAKONO-M3 is intended to be used as a mobile, medium-to-long range artillery and anti-heavy MAS unit. The MAS is best suited for a supportive role, providing firepower to the more mobile and close-range MAS’s.
The KRAKONO-M3 has several weaknesses that prevent it from operating efficiently without friendly support:
Fast moving MAS’s and vehicles.
Elevated terrain forces the already slow MAS to either hunker down or commence at an even slower pace if forced to move forward.
Laser Weapons. This MAS has armor based defences that intend to protect it against ballistic and plasma based armaments which leaves it vulnerable to laser weaponry.
Systems: Superheavy Mount: 80 centimetre caliber artillery cannon. A weighty, large and slow canon mounted onto the KRAKONO-M3 to act as a siege artillery piece.
Primary Mount: Anti-MAS ballistic canon. Used in combat against opposing MAS’s that have low armor but high shield defences.
Primary Mount: Anti-MAS laser canon. Used in combat against opposing MAS’s that have high armor but low shield defences.
Secondary Mount: Light machine gun. Used against encroaching ground infantry near the MAS.
Secondary Mount: Flame vents. Used against lightly armored enemies beneath the MAS.
Utility system 1: Smoke discharges. A defensive system to deploy a vast cloud of smoke to hide the MAS and allow for retreat.
Utility system 2: Uparmor. Additional armor plating bolted on top of the MAS. Raising it’s armor by half a weight class and reducing it’s mobility.

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate

Brooks nodded along at Ellen's words. “I can tell you for certain those people ain’t FOE, they would have spotted us a mile away. The scouting part is good, you and Abigail sneaking up and getting a precise location on the coolbox before we start shooting. Since they don’t seem to be a part of any official organisation we shouldn’t be worried about any crazy firepower they’re packing. You two move in, give us a wave for the go ahead and we’ll dispatch the bandits.”

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate

“Are you kiddin’ me? They want us to take these kids and haul after armed bandits?”

“That’s why they sent us, as backup.” remarked Mark, a little snidely.

“I agree with you, Brooks.” Hans added curtly, practically cutting Mark off from any further comment. “Even the most capable people in this group don’t have the training or experience for something like this. At Goodnight, I objected to this idea.”

“So did I, at first.” the shorter man continued, “but as much as I hate to say it and as fucked as the situation is, there’s just no other mother fucker who can even respond right now - and these new bloods already have a reputation, given their rescues.”

“Ja. This isn’t good, but it is the best we have. And people will die without the insulin.”

Brooks clenched his jaw. He was silent for a moment then he nodded. “Abigail, with me. If we’re confronting ‘em we’ll need those guns. Everyone else, start getting in the van. We’re going to give chase.”

Abigail split off from the group, stalking up the path to the house and following Brooks' footsteps. "You don't sound so sure 'bout this," she pointed out.

“‘Course I ain’t. We’re following after killers with a pack of rascals.” he stepped up to the house, opened it and went where the injured bootlegger claimed to have dropped the guns. “Besides, what’s got you all giddy. You’re looking like a one armed bandit with broken lights.”

"The blood, for starters," Abigail intoned quietly. The sight of the house's interior had started to sink in. "And the pain, but that's more of a, a constant…" she stopped, checking under the coffee table for any weaponry.

“And I’m askin’. How the hell did you injure yourself with no one that’s trying to kill you in sight?”

"Occupational hazard," Abigail remarked as she ran her fingers across the bullet holes, entranced. "I uh, it was an accident really, I got a little carried away and melted a bunch'a zip-ties into my hand. But we're good now," she added on hastily.

“No, we really ain’t.” he found the two guns where the injured man said they would be. He checked them for ammunition. “You don’t seem to grasp just how serious in a situation you are. Do you? Have you -still- not gotten in your head?”

"What, because I'm cracking jokes? Better to laugh than cry, right? And the state'ah this house is really tellin' of what I got ahead of me." Abigail swallowed hard, staring at the pools of blood and Alex's body. "What is this anyway, huh? You didn't bring me here to get the guns. What do you want from me?"

“I left you alone for what, five minutes and look at what you gone and done.”

"You missed the part where Billy spent another five minutes yanking shit out of my melted hand, and I didn't so much as spark. I told you. It's been two weeks. I'm not gonna be a goddamn master."

Brooks narrowed his eyes slightly then exhaled. “You’re going to trail behind when we run into the bandits, not run off on your own. You might get in the way with a bust up hand like that.”

"Hey man, I ain't complainin'." Abigail skirted towards Brooks, then away from him - back to the body in the kitchen. "Do I get one of them fancy guns?" She asked over her shoulder as she weighed her options...then squatted and started to rifle through the dead man's pockets.

Brooks let out a sharp breath of air through his nose, rolling his eyes up at the ceiling. “MhmNo.”

Abigail found a couple of extra ammunition magazines and a blister pack of caffeine pills. Being unable to locate anything else of importance on the man's person, she trotted to Brooks' side and offered out the extra ammunition. "Then I hope whoever you give the spare to has some damn good aim," she grinned at him, all sweaty and dirty with blood down her arm. Brooks took the ammo and left the building to return to the bus.

As Brooks returned back to the van he voiced out at the group collectively: “Any shooters amongst you? We got two guns spare, one with eight bullets and the other with six. We’ll need ‘em where we’re going.” he turned to Billy next: “We’ll follow their tracks. Might have to go off road, can the bus handle it?”

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate

Much like Billy, Brooks felt no discomfort throughout the shift in space and it certainly wasn’t due to being accustomed to it. He readjusted the time appropriately on his wristwatch as Billy opened up the garage door before driving back out. Upon spotting the bodies his demeanor didn't change though his scowl slightly deepened. He reached for the glovebox in front of him and pulled out a pistol as he glanced outside of the window in all visible directions to get a better understanding of their surroundings. He continued to stare out the side window for a second or two before raising his hand at the shed one of the bodies laid next to.

“Slight change of plan, people in the back. We’re looking at two bodies, maybe the bootleggers. Billy, stop the van here for a second. Ellen, Zephyr, Matt, you’re coming with me to clear out the building behind us. Billy, once we leave the van, drive it up behind the shed and have Abigail and Siobhan clear that building. Angline, go see if the bodies are dead. Any information you can get out of their state is useful to us.” he paused, turning back at the people crammed into the back of the van before opening his door and jumping out.

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate

Brooks silently scowled and watched everyone file into the van. “No ones going to bat an eye seeing this thing out where we’re going.” he explained as briefly as possible. He migrated to the front passenger seat, getting in and waiting for a few more people to settle into the van. As he let the others talk he checked over his equipment, loading his pistol and checking it over with careful, methodic movements.

He half-turned in his seat to watch the others. “The people we’re meeting should already be there on arrival but I want a group of you pairing up and combing through the buildings nearby. Ellen, Zephyr and Mat. You three stick together and make sure there aren’t any unwanted visitors hiding about. Angeline, there’s a basic first aid kit in the van here that you can use if we need it.”

Good Ol' Boys

Colt

Name: Colt Boscom

Appearance: A heavy set man in his fifties with greyish hair, clean shaven and a prominent nose. Smartly dressed in a shirt, tie, suit pants, a blazer and suspenders. Wears a harness for his gun. Scars on the back of his knuckles and one on his jaw. Dark, heavy lidded eyes.

Age: 53

Occupation/ Cover: Police Deputy

Public Goals: Colt tells people he's 'getting the lay of the land' and settling into O'Connor county before he starts figuring out where he'd like to go from there.

Private Goals: Colt aims to work his way back to the top through any means necessary, hoping that he can escape O'Connor county through another transfer.

Supporting Cast:
Lisa Hellengrew: Ex-wife of 18 years. Nigh-uncorruptable judge of Chicago City.

Personal History:
Colt grew up in a strenuous home life that produced a hardened young boy with an exceptional work ethic. His youth was spent in the Great Depression and in the fields of the Second World War; he knew what the worst of life had to offer and what it could push people to do. Whatever he was then had been moulded into something entirely different; both sympathetic and unforgiving, stern but fair, culturing respect and trust whilst offering no leeway for compromise. Perhaps this is why he took to policing so well; a desire for power and control coupled with a respect for being an honest American and loyalty to those who showed him loyalty in return.

Unfortunately for his personal life, Colt took to the job with enthusiasm and relished in the intoxicating mix of authority and self-perceived heroism. Preferring the recognition of his colleagues over the tedium of domesticity with his long-suffering wife, he let his marriage deteriorate. There was one small issue with this decision; his wife was Lisa Hellengrew, a prominent Chicago judge renowned for her steely adherence to the law. Whilst their goals were clearly aligned and Colt never buckled to the temptations of corruption, it would ultimately be his showmanship that crippled their relationship and set about the course of events bringing Colt Boscom into O'Connor county.

Comfortably presiding over the city as a detective, Colt cherry picked a small team of trustworthy deputies to combat the growing organised crime scene in the city. A few close calls kept him from arrogance but he was by no means a humble man. He preferred to be a constant irritation to the Mafia instead of overreaching and trying to stamp them out, focusing his attention on complicating their proceedings to the best of his ability. The bribes and coercion reached beyond his rank and could not be removed without an inordinate amount of risk; the detective opted to play it safe and offer a persistent opposition to the Mafia instead of gambling with the last few incorruptible coppers left in the city.

That being said, the past few years showed a marked increase in Colt's fervour that coincides with his acquisition of a young rookie. Deputy officer Abigail Flint had a sharp eye, a keen work ethic and energetic demeanor that bordered on recklessness during her early days. Intrigued by her resolve, the detective juggled between his usual duties and curtailing the new kid's roughshod schemes until she had learnt the ropes and tempered her enthusiasm. This inevitably involved a fair amount of supervision and guidance which, after a year or so, developed her into his personal sidekick. As she began to impress him and display unflinching loyalty in unforgiving circumstances, Colt invested in her future in turn.

It was a routine arrest that cemented their fate. Colt finally had his hands on Leone 'Tiger' Briggs, a smallish figure of importance in the mob. Through his apprentice's urging they followed through with the arrest but had to tamper with files that he only had access to through Lisa. Though Colt's confidence in his wife was well placed and she kept his transgression a secret, it provoked the dissolution of his marriage through a lack of trust. In the aftermath of the divorce Lisa discretely filed Colt and Abi for a transfer far out of the way, resentful of his behaviour and still chafing from being roped in as an accessory to his schemes. The salt in the wound was the brevity of the notice given. Managing to secure a small vacant home last minute, he offered Abigail a room for cheap rent and packed his belongings for the long drive south.

Notes: Known by the Chicago mob as a professional thorn in their side for decades. Has a tendency to disrupt the flow through arrests, investigating suspicious vehicles and performing busts on deals. During his time in the city he had subordinates doing the field work whilst he pulled the strings - so it's uncertain how he'll get along without his posse. Having his assistant with him is a cause for concern though.

Paradigm Shift: Agents of Fate

Brooks scratched his nose and pushed himself up from the desk that he was leaning on. The coffee cup was discarded as he gave Ellen a brief explanation,“The FOE are american based, we won’t be dealing with them out where we’re going. But...you asked good questions, so I’ll answer them anyway. The F.O.E. rely on precision and meticulous attacks. They can’t afford to have the public turn against ‘em and will go to great lengths to prevent using heavy firepower to take down our folks. Now that don’t mean they’re doing it out of respect for kindness,” Brooks’s face twisted into a scowl. “The F.O.E. are still zealous. They’ll be ruthless and brutal if they catch us.” He coughed before carrying on.

“As for what the plan of action is if they do ever catch you, it’s to rely on your instinct. Or the instinct of the next best person. It’s the measures we take before a mission that's supposed to stop them from catching us. They can mess and scramble with blue magic to prevent its use so you’d be solely relying on a clean getaway to lose them, something they wouldn’t allow unless they’re being sloppy.” He wet his lips before turning to Angeline.

“There ain’t mercy regarding children from the F.O.E. If the VU fall they’ll get strung up dead either way. Now whether they actually got the gumbo to carry out said tasks is why we don't turn away volunteers. It’s easier to train people that are willing over those who want to...” Brooks trailed off momentarily, glancing at the doors to the headquarters, "...To try and live a normal life." He shook his head slightly. "We need all the hands we can get."