24 (475 R.C.)║Zern Empire Mekon Movement║Lunite║Female
Physical Appearance
At a glance the unassuming, overworked, goal-oriented technician that she appears to be. Long brown hair either loose or pulled back into a ponytail depending on she needs to keep it out of her way, tired looking brown eyes framed by glasses designed to reduce eye strain. A constant slouch turns her slightly above average 5’8” stature into something much less notable, meaning that Omeva tends to blend into the background of any room that she’s in. Her proper but uncomplicated attire, usually covered by a lab coat, aids in this illusion. These affected mannerisms can fall away quickly when she is excited, straightening up her posture and going from tired to energized in the blink of an eye.
Personality Traits:
- Intelligent
- Patient
- Compartmentalized
- Private
- Polite
Biography:
Omeva grew up surrounded by pirates, living close to a spaceport on Luna in the year 475 R.C. They were a fact of life. The unrest directed towards Mars, the support for Lunite pirates willing to bring their spoils home, the work to support tacitly endorsed cause. She never knew anything different. Her parents devoted much of their time to repairs on these pirate ships, or to modifications on their mobile workers to better combat the Zern Empire’s defenders. Little Omeva was helping out as soon as she was old enough, going from simple tasks on the farm to helping out pirates by the time she was eight. She couldn’t do a lot, yet, but she was another pair of hands for delicate work. She got to be a common, and beloved, sight amongst the harbor. Family friends, many of whom were among the crews, would bring back trinkets the young Chevalier might enjoy. The little Lunite started tinkering with engineering with little scraps, pieces thrown away during repair attempts. By fourteen she was doing proper repair work, albeit under supervision. She had started to expand her skillbase by leaps and bounds, moving between repairing ships, mobile workers, and farm technology as easily as breathing. The understanding that even a standard neural implant gave her about each machine made learning feel like breathing.
Later that year, the Zern Empire rolled out its first mobile suits. And the ships that came back, with what few mobile workers they recovered, started bringing back bodies. Family friends covered with sheets. Faces that she had known her whole life beyond recognition, if any body could be brought back at all. The crews stopped smiling, the Empire that had always seemed so far away got closer and closer. And there was nothing she could do about it. No weapon she could make, so armor she could craft from spare parts that could stop her friends from losing parents and her parents from losing friends. Never in her life had Omeva Chevalier felt more powerless. And almost overnight, it seemed, there weren’t any pirates. Resistance sucked out into the void of space. Farming became all there was, anymore, and at the sight of the last friend she helped lower into the ground she decided that she would never accept it. She would never accept the lot the Empire had handed her family since the moment they left Earth, and that friends had died in defiance of. But she could do nothing from Luna. So she found some of those still thumbing their nose at the Empire, even after what had happened, and she became part of a very furtive underground. One that could furnish her with what she needed.
In August of 493 R.C., a ship from Annona Colony stopped at Luna on its way to Mars. It left with one more passenger than it had begun with, and Omeva assumed a carefully crafted persona. No more a Lunite, her implant hidden by clothes and hair, but a Martian from Annona Colony. Adopted by a tragically deceased administrator, with excellent grades from the colony’s school, and an acceptance from one of Mars’ lesser engineering schools. She had betrayed her past for a shot at redeeming her future, the chance to lend strength to her people again. And in time, avenge the wrongs that had been done.
To do that she threw herself into her studies. To be of any use to her people and to further her goals she needed influence, the more the better. She couldn’t learn the principles the way she always had so she muddled through engineering the hard way, learning to blend in with her peers better and better as time went on. Always vigilant, always avoiding any opportunity that might reveal her lie no matter how tempting. When Lunites and Venusians were admitted to M.I.T for the first time, she publicly sneered with her new friends. In private she resented them, resented their freedom to live the same life she always had. She resented that they had sold out their people to get a better life.
But the hypocrisy was not lost on her, and her views softened. Omeva had done the same thing, even if her purpose was different. And if someone had offered her the chance for a better life… She might have taken it.
In 494 Omeva graduated from the Zern Technical Academy, second in her class, specializing in mobile suit development. She was set to enter the workforce doing continuing development for the Tommy, but several of her papers on mobile suit tactics and their impact on development caught the eye of the Martian Intelligence Agency. Exactly as she had hoped, many years before, her aptitude had compensated for her unremarkable Martian background. And with so many years on Mars, as such a clearly upstanding citizen, the Agency in its arrogance never considered that a Venusian or Lunite could get so far. They offered her a role as a technician on the John Carter Project, serving on the development team for the Unit Seven.
What she saw appalled her. The machines being developed were frightening in their potency, even as much as the technology fascinated her. Visions crossed her mind nightly of when the Redcoat had been unleashed, visions of her fellow Lunite and Venusian brothers crushed under their heel. Hopes of freedom dashed as soon as these machines saw the light of day if she did nothing. So Omeva Chevaliar abandoned her long term plans, her intent to build upon flaws in the system, and concocted an altogether more daring approach. It took her two years. Two years to learn as much as she could about the John Carter Project, two years to become a small but trusted and indispensable part of the Nancy’s development. So when she came to work, went into the computer room alone, and exited less than ten minutes later no one questioned it. No one thought to question anything about her day, no one thought to question her request for a leave of absence, and certainly no one stopped her on her way home.
And not a soul thought about the cargo she carried with her when she disappeared.
Skills and Abilities
Expert Mobile Suit Engineer: Recognized as gifted even among her peers, evidenced by her admittance into the John Carter Project, Omeva has an aptitude for all aspects of work on mobile suits, and by extension, mobile workers. Her background on Luna, and more general coursework at ZTA, broadens her horizons to at least a working knowledge of a number of technological fields.
Hacking: Unknown even to her previous employers, Omeva is a skilled hacker. Intelligence might gussy up the word, but the meaning is the same; she is adept at getting into places she’s not supposed to. This is further augmented, even less known to her previous employers, by her Lunite implant. Between her own skills and the device she can bypass all but the most secure systems.
Piloting: Though she lacks real world experience, Omeva took multiple courses during her studies to enable her to function as an early stages test pilot if the situation required. Naturally a proper pilot is always chosen when the machine reaches proper testing phases but frequently someone is needed just to make sure the thing
works. As a result Omeva has the skills necessary to operate a mobile suit, and with minimal modifications interface with one directly using her implant. This connection’s speed helps compensate for her current lack of combat experience.
Personal Items and Equipment
Lunite Implant: The standard neural interface implanted in every Lunite, further modified to allow Omeva herself to act as a pseudo operating system. This allows her to take more direct control over a machine even than normal for her people, issuing commands and interpreting feedback without even the need for a standard OS if she doesn’t wish. The implant acts as a go-between, tuned to turn abstract thought into computerized action and arcane computer codifiers into formats that she can understand. This is not limitless, she cannot control all of the functions of any machine she plugs into without understanding them nor can she bypass the physical controls of a vehicle.
Martian Self Defense Sidearm: A commercial version of a military grade sidearm, frequently purchased by traveling Zern citizens for their defense against pirates or unruly lower classes. Legally procured, and properly licensed.
External Drive: Military grade, and encrypted to MIA standards. Even the strongest machines available to the Intelligence Agency, working around the clock, would never finish brute forcing the sequence within the lifetime of the youngest in the Empire. Multifactor authentication is required to access the contents, and a second password would signal it to wipe its contents and rewrite over the memory to prevent recovery of even a fragment of data if entered.
Strengths and Weaknesses
Her technical acumen aside, Omeva is cautious and prepared in the extreme. She goes into no situation she can’t get out of, and she looks for an exit wherever she goes. Her time on Mars lets her blend in easily, and the manner of her departure has kept her from being a person of any interest for the time being. Omeva knows where to find help when she needs it, and her poker face is second to none. It has to be, for her to have gotten as far as she has. She is skilled at analyzing a situation, and making a decision quickly.
On the other hand, her time on Mars has gone on so long that she has few friends to call on until she reaches at least Luna. Her Lunite cybernetics provide her no additional strength nor endurance, so she is at a disadvantage in a physical confrontation with Venusians and Martians alike. Moreover, despite her dedication to her people Omeva has grown fond of some people she met during her stay on Mars. Friends, even if she had to lie to their faces. She doesn’t have it in her to label the entire populace her enemy now that she has lived among them. If she were to be confronted by someone she knows, Omeva would likely hesitate to act against them.
Chosen Mobile Weapon
N/A (At this time)
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