"It's Gunpla, who wouldn't want to come to a camp at the labs where the magic all happens? Like asking a fish why it enjoys swimming in water. This is Mecha for anyone serious about going to the pros tournaments." Explained Jessica as she had finished nipping off the peices, a kit she had built priorly and began to prime the kit, having brought her tools along. " as to the dress code, it's only for staff, of which, we are not."
Dani was happy to reciprocate the hug and leaned back, the pair of bearguy and petit guy flying around her now. "That's cool. As for these two little things, pet experiment. You get bored sometimes and with an emitter on your waist, you start testing things out." she said giggling as they flew around her. "helps to have implants on your brain."
The female heard plinks against the ship's hull. her sensors hadn't picked up any asteroid or debris fields around them and took it immediatly as an attack. Mind you, the machines guns didn't do shit against the nano laminate armor on the Apollo Burning Star, so she had time. Killing the gravity once more, the AV user dashed through the halls and to the bridge, thankfully still in it's battle state as the entirety of the ship was. Sensors and important antenna had been retracted, so nothing of value was getting damaged asides from tiny tiny scratches.
Making it to the bridge, she plugged herself into the Ship and immediately had a bunch of warnings pop up which the woman pushed through. "ALL OF YOU, GET IN YOUR SUITS AND LAUNCH ASAP." called Elizabeth over the comms. she saw out of the ship's armored sensors and gunnery cameras the suits. As if some switch had been flipped, the guns boomed to life with unnaturally high acuracy as she got the ship moving. The engines being shrouded gave them time to start burning hard. The Attacking forces were being shredded in their useless formations by the guns, the armor on the suits paling in comparison to what these guns had to chew through back in Post Disaster. Now scattered, the suits would be nothing but fish in a barrel for the outclassing MS that would be launching to fight them.
"Yeah, regen tank. Veen standard tech on ships since the calamity war." Said Elizabeth. Saved a lot of my comrades lives... But the're all dead now." Sne said sighing and looking down. The woman clenched a fist but shook herself cleab of it.
"Im just going to assume this is all real. Ive got way too much on my head right now to think about anything else. We need to survive now." She said and wlaked over to the tank. "Spent a little time in this myself." She explained to the newcomer. "But as for survival, so long as we can get my gundam frame up and running, we'll live." She said with hwr hope seeming to inflate as she spoke about it. "In the calmity war, which was a horrendous war which went from countries fighting to nigh unstoppable a.i. Running about in murderous machines known as mobile armors. My.... Ex organization i guess you would call it, developed mobile frames known as gundams, seventy two in total. Twenty eight were known to exist these three hundred years later, with the 29th being just a torso. We have said torso aboard this ship and depaute my life goals to being getting it working, i've got naught more than a cockpit and the two agab reactors..." She said, seemingly angry again. "Sorry, i got sidetracked with rambling stories." Said Elizabeth, shaking herself free of the emotions and scratching her head, giving a weak smile and closing her eyes. "This ship is an armored transport ship i've christened as the "Apollo Burning Star." In reference to an old album from way before the calamity war." She said with a soft sigh. "Had my family been respected and not shit on, wemd atleast have a decent halfbeak class military vessel, instead we just have the armored transport. Sorry its not more."
Jessica walked into the room just before the announcement about the suits was made. She had figured as much would be the case. The well toned blonde walked over to the wall and searched through the kits. Just because her favorite series was iron blooded orphans didnt mean she didnt live a massive amount of other kits. Pulling one from the wall, the girl knew she had one that few would recognize. Pale Rider. The fourth horseman. A blue kit she saw as a sneaky surprise when painted like a gm as it was definitely not a gm's level of performance or power.
It was nice they provided tools, but her backpack was filled with literally anything she'd need from pla plate to paints even an airbrush and a compressor. It was her own little pet project and she loved it. Jess decided to scout around. It was a table with a rather skinny girl and a girl who look like she had just ate said former girl and converted her body mass to muscle. Jess herself had a pair of short shorts on, a red jacket, sports tube top and bandages showing under it. Her hair was up in a ponytail and trailing down her back as of the moment.
Taking a seat at the table with the other two aforementioned girls, jessica set to work cutting the kit from its box and assembling it. "Evening ladies. Figured you'd need someone in the middle." She joked around, jacket exposing her front and toned stomach, truly a halfway point between the two of them. "I heard your name Kanoko, names Jessica." She said smiling. "And what might our other one be named?" She asked.
Alexis meanwhile saw someone she hadn't seen in a while. "Security told me there was a weapon on canpus, i didnt expect it to be you." Said the woman to her friend. Long silver hair, a white labcoat over red and grey traditional samurai garb was her style of choice. Sitting on ber shoulder was a small bearguy 3 and petite guy, complimenting eachother as Kanina themed and Simon themed respectively. "Kamina, simon, give a wave to our friend." She said, the two bear guys looming at alexis and giving waves, moving outside of a Gunpla arena. "Sakuya will be out shortly; How have you been Alexis?" Dani asked, hands in coat pockets and the two bearguys listening attentively from her shoulder, blinking every so often.
Elizabeth sighed as she finished taking the weapons, gripping her nose which had the dried stain of a nose bleed streaking from the left nostril. "merry band of misfits... right..." she sighed once more. shaking the feeling off of herself, Elizabeth took the bleeding one by the wrist. "Everyone follow me. We have people who need to have medical attention. You other two follow me." She said and kicked up towards the doorway. Pulling them along the hallways with care not to dislocate anything on the injured female, Elizabeth stopped at the mess hall tables for thirty or fourty people were spread in the space. "Reaper and Miss Fetish suit, you two stay here, i'll treat head trauma here. Discuss whatever, just don't touch anything." Lizzy said to them, reenabling half a g of gravity
"Come along, i'll help you take care of the head wound." The girl said, now leading down the hallway to the med bay. Inside was a bed, a tank of some sorts along with a cabinet full of medical supplies strapped down inside of it. "here, take what you need." said Elizabeth opening up the cabinet for Kanoko. "Elizabeth Octavius by the way. For a proper non title filled introduction." she said leaning on the counter.
STands at five foot eleven and is a thin but toned build. Breasts usually are bound due to the d cup she sports and the back issues that come with a thin frame supporting large breasts. Graced with a metabolism from the gods, her horrendous eating habits haven't really impacted her body negatively.
Nationality: American
Favourite Gundam Series: Iron Blooded Orphans. The insanity of the suits in the series plus how much it scales combat down from long range engagements to the shorter more personal melee weapons.
Personality: Rather happy an individual and always looking at the positives in life. Her soft spot is people teasing her about being a blonde or having a large pair of breasts, leading to one part the reason of having a tendency to bind them. When she is teased and pressed, a grudge forms, one that she holds personal and doesn't let go of until she get's an apology.
History:
Raised to a good household, middle class and a decent upbringing by two nerdy parents, Jessica found interests scattered about. Developing fast in middle school, she was the subject of awkward teasing. This got her into a couple fights and she took up learning kickboxing to help vent the anger. Not against others, but training regardless to be able to physically remove her violent side. It was early frshman year in highschool that she actually got into building models of gundam, having been watching the series since she was young. The girl always resisted model building earlier due to her active side and thinking they were silly. However, getting into gunpla fighting gave her another outlet instead of exclusively kickboxing. This let her immerse herself more fully into the nerd culture she was hesitant about publicly embracing. The girl began to go to cons and took shit from nobody.
Cosplaying at conventions and publicly fighting helped boost her self esteem despite the usual bullshit drama from highschool. She made enough of a name of herself locally to climb the ranks and head to Neilson academy in her senior year, giving the middle fingers to her school as she walked out.
With the last suit in, she put her own suit inside the hangar as well, closing the door and repessurizing the ship. She opened her cockpit and took off her helmet. HEading down into the middle of the hangar, the girl stood looking around, a tissue up her left nostril because of the nose bleed. "Right, you're on my ship. if you have a weapon, you're going to give it to me. this is non negotiable. i don't want anyone shooting anyone else. If this isn't to your liking then the launcher is down there and you can take your MS and leave." Elizabeth said looking around. The girl was helmetless and her normal suit was down as well to her waist. They could see the four AV links sticking through the tanktop she wore. A pistol was on her waist, but it was holstered and her harness to keep it secure was still attached, meaning she didn't have much of an intention to draw it.
Elizabeth stared at the starcharts around her. she was the firt to show up, but not the last. The Lidar blipped with three new signatures. "Fuck me sideways..." she groaned, getting up. Thankfully the woman was already in her normal suit, having had to evacuate the station in her ship with it. Lizzy had planned to meetup with a family willing to absorb her on somelevel, but this certianly wasn't that. Those targets didn't have ahab reactors and form what she could see, appeared to be mobile suits. Getting out of the chair and moving around thanks to the zero/limited gravity of the ship let her maneuver to the graze Legionairre and launch from the ship.
Moving out onto the top of the ship, the woman stared at the specs moving towards her. Patching into the Ship's broacast towers, she began speaking on open channels. "This is Elizabeth Octavius of Gjallerhorn; Captain of Apollo Burning Star. I'm going to skip the speeches and get straight to business. None of my starcharts are properly matching up. It's earth i'm over but at a different season. I can tell you're in mobile suits, but sure as fuck none of a design i know. No ahab waves detected and i'm in sure as fuck no mood to fight. Identify yourselves, whether you want to be hostile with no ships in any direction for literally hundred of kliks, then that's on you. But if you want to be friendly and help someone who feels like her head was just split open, then come and set down in the hangar." said the woman, gesturing to the back of her ship. The graze itself wasn't regal at all and had looked like it had been through hell. Her suit was also in a less dignified stance, looking worn out like a person would be.
Elizabeth panted hard. The small station's defenses weren't doing well to holding up. The small transport ship undocked, it contained a mobile suit, a gundam frame torso and merely the last member of the Octavius family. Graze's that were poorly equiped and in mild disrepair undocked and flew out of the hangar bay of the tiny station. They went to greet the enemy, another minor player in the gjallerhorn scene, but one that definitely held more power than House Octavius.
The ship, named Charon in honor of what she called her gundam torso, pushed at the nearest lighthouse as she liked to call them, the navigation stations. This one happened to be an older beacon, or looked like it. She used the guidance systems on it, the AV hooked into her back in order to control the ship on her lonesome. She thus navigated as she watched the station go under, some gravitational force grabbing hold of the ship and accelerating her away from the grazes, into the junk field of the calamity war. Elizabeth felt something come over her, the gravity being too much, pulling her unconscious. The next thing the girl knew, she was waking up from her overload and the ship's automatic distress beacon was triggered, broadcasting the need of help and in truth, the girl was weak and did need help, she could barely keep her head up in the chair, let alone pilot the ship at the moment.
Appearance: Elizabeth has black hair that changes halfway down to end in white tips, done up in a ponytail that reaches between her shoulder blades. Her body is lean and toned with her family's symbol on her left shoulder. She usually wears a tanktop that exposes her midriff with the Gjallerhorn coat being tied around her waist. The woman's pilot suit is White with purple detailings and "Indomita virtus et optimi viri de Octavuis 'Legio Sanctus" written on the helmet which roughly translates to "Indomitable strength of the loyal warriors of Octavuis' Holy Legion".
Genetic Type: Human: AV implanted
Biography: Elizabeth's story begins in the calamity war. her family earned a Gundam frame by being loyal fighters. They gave killing blows towards the families of the seven stars for mobile armors, as a form of repayment and further favors. However, over time, despite embracing what saved humanity, the AV system; Gjallerhorn grew corrupt and the loyalty of the family and power they once held was degraded till the current day. In order to survive and keep financially afloat, running dirty missions they were barely compensated for, the family had to sell of parts of their gundam. first weapons, then armor before starting to sell the limbs of the frame, leaving them with only a torso.
Current day, the family is left with one heir, a few members, a single ship and the twin ahab reactors of the gundam frame in the torso. Having just finished a mission, she and her order were ambushed, the little power they had left hanging by a thread, the rivaling family trying to take them out and fill their role.
Elizabeth herself was born to the family as one half of a pair of twins. She and her brother grew until they could have the surgery for AV done. She had worked herself up to two as her brother only had one by that point in time. At the age of eight, her brother had two more implanted. The girl didn't want to lose her heir status and got the surgery as well, twice, bringing herself to four of them. Her brother saw this and backed down, the girl having secured the heir status, started leading missions in the Family's Graze Legionnaire suits.
The times had come for her family, brother having passed on in years prior, the woman was now the only thing between her family being wiped out and continuing on. With her forces weakened, another family made a move on her and now she's in the run of her life.
Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit: 1st mobile suit (Start of rp) being used: Graze Legionnaire
List of Gundam/mobile suit's weapons: 1xDMR long range rifle 8X Missile tubes in 2x turets Solid One handed long sword, extreme heating capable
Possesses a transportation ship containing her suit and the Gundam Torso
