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"Pardon my interruption, Ms. Starr," John began, attention settling back on the mechanic," I am Johnathan Centuria, sole heir to the Centuria household. For business' sake I shall keep this to the point," he dug his communicator from his pocket and pulled up a display on the screen," Are you familiar with this... apparatus?"

The display presented less like a screen and more like a raised platform hovering an inch above a lense in the communicator. It was a very complex schematic outlining the second most important part of the CX-66, the pattern buffer stationed below the core. The mathematics alone had taken weeks for John himself to compute, leading to the few advancements he is on the machine. Other than the physical nuts and bolts, this device was far beyond him and even some graduated engineers. He had dedicated much of his personal resources to his efforts, and revealed an interesting piece in the actual hard copy of the scheme-

'M. Starr'

A signature in quaint cursive dwarfed by the most undeniably complex equation on the paper, so dwarfed, in fact, that the computer scanning the document mistook it for part of the equation.

John had the equations he had yet to figure, and the signature, highlighted or otherwise. He handed the display to Evan.

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John allowed himself a smile at that last comment and reached up, handing her the torque wrench. He was admittedly no mechanic or otherwise, but he could find his way around any standard workshop just fine. He continued to say nothing, allowing Evan to continue her evidently passionate work while examining her MECH himself.

Titan, of course, looked nothing like the CX-66. John mentally chided himself for allowing himself to truly believe that it might. CX-66 was, after all, unique, its only sister suit... damn.

In any case, the Starr family name was not one to be ignored in these times. Any viable skilled engineers were not to be ignored in these times.

In fact, any viable engineers were to be encouraged by any means necessary.

John's eyes found the MECH's longsword and carbine in that order. Titan's firepower was respectable, but CX-66 certainly had a far superior edge in mobility... at least with weapons stowed.

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CLANG

John cursed silently and ducked back through the entryway. Never enter a room with females in it without knocking first! The actual hell as he thinking!

He took a deep breath and knocked first this time, stepping halfway around the corner and then fully to find-

Evangeline Starr

the one Harv called him about. Smug bastard must've read John's public class manife- but that wasn't important.

John approached Evan, who was still elbow deep in a MECH, glancing at the broken hardware previously thrown in his general direction.

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John's head spun the moment the Commander mentioned clean slates. The mobile communicator in his right pocket had been vibrating almost non-stop since the word 'histories'. He simply ignored it and continued listening to the Commander's brief yet useful address.

He sighed internally as Erikal walked off, and turned carefully to the nearest isle in an attempt to leave when his efforts were stopped short by a young woman hardly 5 years senior to him, talking apparently to no one in particular, remained in his way. After painfully extracting himself from behind her slow pace he positioned himself near the corner of his own MECH's hangar, where he still had full view of the courtyard and vice-versa, and relieved himself of the communicator that was burning a hole in his pocket. I attached the device to his ear, guarded mic extending to his mouth, and spoke simply,"Go."

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Pilot

Name: Johnathan Victoris Centuria

Military codename: TBD

Gender:Male

Age: 16

Appearance: Jet black hair, dull red eyes, 6' 0'', evidently physically fit, noticeably tanned skin

Personality: Quiet and reserved, even guarded at times. Consistently has a sense of competency about him. Holds himself to high standards.

Biography: Product of the well regarded late Centuria family, a clan that contained a rich history of excellent and humble warriors participating heavily in most of history's known wars. Incredibly influential and extensively rich, after each war they would return to work the land as farmers and landowners. This lull in history for generations allowed for them to be caught off guard, and being rural at the outermost edge of the kingdom's green belts they were among the first of many valued targets utterly destroyed by the demon hordes.

The family's villa burned to the ground, and all but John was known to have survived. Desperate and broken he took to the farm's closest defensive measure available, the lightweight and dexterous CX-66. Knowing that he was in no condition to fight, John salvaged what he could from his home and hastily retreated.

The stalemate achieved later, the villa's property was reclaimed and remained dangerously close to the ever changing frontlines. John contacted some close aquaintances of his family name and contracted with the military, as many other wealthy families were doing, allowing him to receive any recovered items from the wreckage and promising a generous donation of funds to the state, provided they were used to military purposes.

A small bundle of many inheritance letters later, as well as a small fortune magically sealed in the pantry for emergencies, MCI opened enrollment. Relieved to find something else to do with his time other than live rich in the cities, he paid his tuition and set up avenues for his continual procedings with the military contracting while attending there.

Military Job: Pilot

Magic: Nothing beyond elbow grease and sheer dumb luck.

Spirit Name: Lone Wolf

Spirit Appearance: A Grey Wolf, size and age are dependent on John's attitude.

Spirit Power: Increases reaction time, overall speed, and damage potential of Johnathan and his MECH. May possibly cause recklessness in the user.

Spirit Origin: Lone Wolf is one of the many spirits that have, for lack of a better term, stuck to the Centuria bloodline. The Lone Wolf in particular was considered unfavorable amongst fellow members, often thought to symbolize unwillingness or ineptitude in team working endeavors that were considered essential for modern warfare.

Mech: CX-66 "Stryd"

Extra: Steel Salvation, or Steal Salvation. Steel Salivation, or Steal Salivation ... ew.

MECH

Name: CX-66 "Stryd"

Classification: Epée

Weapons: One handed longsword sheathed along the back of the MECH, the hilt poised over and behind its right shoulder.
One shortbow capable of launching with enough force to damage enemy MECHs in proportion to their fleshier counterparts, compacted into a
small package on the rear hips of the MECH. The arrows located in a shaft stored inside the right thigh of the MECH which opens outward
into a quiver.

"...If you ARE engaged, do not be HIT..."

The entire left arm of the CX-66 is a Varied Tactical Interface (VTI). This contains multiple forms of countermeasures,
smokescreens and devices capable of changing the dynamic of a battle - if used correctly.
Such as: colored smoke, IR smoke, IR flares, ECM jammers, APS, stationary PD systems, etc.

Upgrades: N/A

History: The CX-66 "Stryd" was a quick moving farmhand MECH commissioned and produced solely by and for the Centuria. In order to keep balance while moving at full speed in peacetime, whilst carrying an undetermined load, the CX-66 "Stryd" could "merge" the mass of a package of up to 1000 lbs into the composite plating surrounding its core without changing the actual weight of the machine, a process delicate enough, even through magic, to require a physical pattern holder to retrieve the package in its original state.

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@KaithasAll done, let me know if there's anything else.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

Glad thats over...

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@Kaithas
Cooly cool... all that needs to be done then is less combat, less sucess, right?

Would you like me to post again with the revisions or just edit my original post?

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:3 but of course, sir!

The Success

As to your first point, his "incredible success against the demon armies", you refer to his "undeniable slaughtering of a battalion's worth of demons"? Then yes, he is incredibly successful. However, when that is the word from several enlisted members and officers in the royal armies, who would dare deny it? Also, his achievements are always overplayed by a Government fighting a desperate war, looking for any angle it could give the public to think humans are winning. And again, the books he helped write may well be a few textbooks that MCI employs, but with such a broad spectrum of topics on MECHs, he may be nothing more than anonymous examples or even part of averaging data.

So yes, he is successful for what time he spent in the army,and he did kill his fair share of demons, and I was present in a few early battles, but he was truly nothing more than some volunteer kid who was lucky enough to survive and have his own MECH. He chose to enroll at MCI so he could truly get a military career.

Merging Mass

CX-66 was a specially commissioned and produced by and for the Centuria family. The core itself was surrounded by a composite material that was specially designed to absorb mass for the sake of transport, yet, due to the nature of magic, will not get heavier. Before the war, the Stryd could take up to 1000lbs of any physical matter and add it to the material around its core without changing shape or weight of the suit.

Now, the Stryd merges its weapons and acessories into the composite and pulls them back through the pattern buffer, which is physically located below the core. The unintended effect of this design is that the composite becomes stronger with the more mass it absorbs, meaning that the MECH becomes more survivable with the weapons stowed away, where the shortbow and blade of the sword are absorbed by the composite.

If worse comes to worse, I can always make another character for you. :)

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*insert formal greeting here*

Pilot

Name: Johnathan Victoris Centuria

Military codename: TBD

Gender:Male

Age: 16

Appearance: Jet black hair, dull red eyes, 6' 0'', evidently physically fit, noticeably tanned skin

Personality: Quiet and reserved, even guarded at times. Consistently has a sense of competency about him. Holds himself to high standards.

Biography: Product of the well regarded late Centuria family, a clan that contained a rich history of excellent and humble warriors participating heavily in most of history's known wars. Incredibly influential and extensively rich, after each war they would return to work the land as farmers and landowners. This lull in history for generations allowed for them to be caught off guard, and being rural at the outermost edge of the kingdom's green belts they were among the first of many valued targets utterly destroyed by the demon hordes.

The family's villa burned to the ground, and all but John was known to have survived. Desperate and broken he took to the farm's closest defensive measure available, the lightweight and dexterous CX-66. Knowing that he was in no condition to fight, John salvaged what he could from his home and hastily retreated.

The stalemate achieved later, the villa's property was reclaimed and remained dangerously close to the ever changing frontlines. John contacted some close aquaintances of his family name and contracted with the military, as many other wealthy families were doing, allowing him to receive any recovered items from the wreckage and promising a generous donation of funds to the state, provided they were used to military purposes.

A small bundle of many inheritance letters later, as well as a small fortune magically sealed in the pantry for emergencies, MCI opened enrollment. Relieved to find something else to do with his time other than live rich in the cities, he paid his tuition and set up avenues for his continual procedings with the military contracting while attending there.

Military Job: Pilot

Magic: Nothing beyond elbow grease and sheer dumb luck.

Spirit Name: Lone Wolf

Spirit Appearance: A Grey Wolf, size and age are dependent on John's attitude.

Spirit Power: Increases reaction time, overall speed, and damage potential of Johnathan and his MECH. May possibly cause recklessness in the user.

Spirit Origin: Lone Wolf is one of the many spirits that have, for lack of a better term, stuck to the Centuria bloodline. The Lone Wolf in particular was considered unfavorable amongst fellow members, often thought to symbolize unwillingness or ineptitude in team working endeavors that were considered essential for modern warfare.

Mech: CX-66 "Stryd"

Extra: Steel Salvation, or Steal Salvation. Steel Salivation, or Steal Salivation ... ew.

MECH

Name: CX-66 "Stryd"

Classification: Epée

Weapons: One handed longsword sheathed along the back of the MECH, the hilt poised over and behind its right shoulder.
One shortbow capable of launching with enough force to damage enemy MECHs in proportion to their fleshier counterparts, compacted into a
small package on the rear hips of the MECH. The arrows located in a shaft stored inside the right thigh of the MECH which opens outward
into a quiver.

"...If you ARE engaged, do not be HIT..."

The entire left arm of the CX-66 is a Varied Tactical Interface (VTI). This contains multiple forms of countermeasures,
smokescreens and devices capable of changing the dynamic of a battle - if used correctly.
Such as: colored smoke, IR smoke, IR flares, ECM jammers, APS, stationary PD systems, etc.

Upgrades: N/A

History: The CX-66 "Stryd" was a quick moving farmhand MECH commissioned and produced solely by and for the Centuria. In order to keep balance while moving at full speed in peacetime, whilst carrying an undetermined load, the CX-66 "Stryd" could "merge" the mass of a package of up to 1000 lbs into the composite plating surrounding its core without changing the actual weight of the machine, a process delicate enough, even through magic, to require a physical pattern holder to retrieve the package in its original state.

*insert hopes of success here*