Renny

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1 | Hall | Outside the Cafeteria
_{Sirius Free, Tessa Stride & Ayame Izumi | @veenknight343}

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"Awesome," he replied before disposing of his platter and returning to the table.

For a time he sat there in easy silence. After getting to speak to a few of the soldiers stationed at Port 1, Sirius had imagined them all to be stiffs. Now he believed that all the stiffs were comprised of Tessa's associates and superior officers. Typical soldiers, he observed, where like everyone else just about. Only they were prepared to kill when the time came. He pondered if he'd be able to snuff out a life himself, sure he was an exceptional pilot and supposedly an Innovator but that didn't equate to killer instinct.

Thoughtfully, he started rubbing the roof of his mouth with his tongue and these concerns chased themselves in that manner for a bit. When Ayame finally moved and returned, Sirius stood, "Well let's put our legs to use then," he replied bounding off in half-steps, half-leaps towards the hallway. "I'm kinda nervous. Imagine me bragging and you end up being some super prodigy."

As the automatic doors opened, Sirius found himself traversing the halls much easier. He gripped one of the handles that would lead towards the simulators then halted. Gliding down the hall towards him was Tessa, her bag shouldered, and piece of paper held delicately in one hand. He held a hand out to cease her path, gently catching her hand.

"Thanks, Siri. I'm glad I caught you before you..." Tessa inspected Ayame with a critical eye. " Were hopefully going to do secondary checks on your Neodu. Whose the pretty girl you're escorting?"

Sirius chuckled, "She is pretty isn't she," he agreed halfheartedly. "Nevermind her though, prying is bad manners, remember?"

Tessa smirked. "Bad manners huh? you have very auspicious selective-memory, Siri."

Sirius shrugged lightly "I guess it's apart of my boyish wilds. I'll check up on the Neodu before going to the simulators. Is that piece of paper for me too? please don't tell me its more quote-unquote voluntary homework. Cause its not actually voluntary if you force me to do it."

Tessa held out the folded paper for him to grab. "When you get the chance visit the barracks and ask for this name. The group I was with earlier bumped into a old pilot who called mobile suits "frames". He said he worked on a few and I want you to learn from him. This is exactly the kind of obscure opportunities I want you taking advantage of."

Sirius took the paper and stuffed it in his pocket, a weary smile was on his lips now. "Sure thing, Tess. I'll do that after the simulation training."

Tessa took in a quick breath then exhaled just as fast. "Alright, I'll let you get back to your date," she teased. She did a quick glance behind the girl, possibly looking for Corporal Seuclid. "You two have fun. And, Sirius, don't forget okay?" She pushed off to the opposite side of the wall, then behind them, and grabbed the lever that would lead further down.

Sirius called out without turning to face the fleeting form of his sister's back. "Its not a date, Tess, and I won't! I'll make sure to keep up with your expectations," he mumbled lastly. Finally he grabbed hold of the handle again and started being pulled forward. "You can join me at the hangar or we can meetup at the simulators. It's up to you, Ayame."

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1 | Hall | Cafeteria
_{Sirius Free & Hanson Seuclid & Ayame Izumi | @veenknight343 @Phoenix347}

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"And there he goes... Probably off to inspect his Mobile Suit, he seems like the careful type to me." Sirius thought aloud before returning his attention to his half-empty platter.

The food was no longer appetizing to him and frankly he was of the mood to take himself and his current predicament a bit more seriously. He stuff his hands in his pockets, thinking about the nuke Mr. Hanson had dropped in his lap. It was Ayame who pulled him away from his thoughts. Still, the boyish smile that pulled on his lips came effortlessly. If nothing else, it seemed Mr. Hanson had this air about him that insisted on the rumors of him being the Brute. He could see it there, lurking beneath the surface but for others to stamp it on his forehead was upsetting.

"Yeah, I thought he was a bit of an ass not too long ago myself," he said, standing up and grabbing his platter. "Turns out the guy is just blunt or simple. I can relate with simple. Do you want company while you eat? I don't have much else to do for the time being. Later we can get some training in, just you and me in the simulators. You can get a taste for my amazing skills yourself."

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

Sagi Pluton

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_{"I have alot to prove! Realize that when you shoot at me!" ♪}



Callsign:
Wolf
Gender:
Male
Age:
14
Role:
Experimental Mobile Suit Pilot
Origin:
Newtype from Siberia

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Personality: Prideful, Cruel, Curious, Rowdy, Gullible, Self-Absorbed.
Known Features: Pale Hair and Piercing ice blue eyes.
Attire: Black Imperial Uniform, typically shrouded in a cloak of some sort out of comfort.

History: Raised deep within the Siberian wilderness, Sagi was brought up as a partial Independent. His tribe were mostly tactical survivalists who neared on zealotry about their political views. They settled in a old city and were wary of the Beloth Empire just like so many of the Independents around them. The tribe was lucky enough to have a capable leader. They were obedient, smart, and patient; slowly but surely building up a small mobile suit corps of ten to fifteen warriors at any given period. The surrounding regions would come to know them as Wolves; hunters who dealt in supplies, weapons, capable people, and Mobile Weaponry. The foundation of the tribe was placed firmly on a single man's ingenuity and a belief that opposed any singular civilization. A belief that followed the ideology and convictions of an ancient figure once deified as 'The Red Comet'.

To say that Sagi should have been brainwashed would be an understatement. His father was absolute in his duty to the tribe but his mother was broad-minded; a daydreamer and natural teacher. Under the guise of staple survival-exercises, she gave him the opportunity to develop a forward-thinking perspective and some empathy. Over time, herself, his father, and a few other tribes members begun to notice he could predict dangerous situations and pin-point vague specifics therein. When she starts to assume that he's a Newtype; she also starts to inflate his importance, believing him to hold similar gifts to their God. By the age of seven his upbringing became stricter. There was advanced lessons, early excursions out into the field, and even ride-alongs with the tribe's veteran pilots. By the age of eleven he was being taught the universal standard of operating a Mobile Suit.

It was also around this time that he started to resent the tribe. By twelve he had begun devising a plan to escape, all while shouldering the facade of being a grateful messiah. The plan was simple, obvious, and perfect. Being coddled over left very few chances for escape so naturally, the 'when' was far more important than the how. He chose the chiefs celebration, a day when ever his mother would be too busy to keep a constant eye on him. On this day or rather evening; the sliver of time where one's guard would relax before tensing for the night, Sagi sought to hijack one of the tribe's premium suits. Unfortunately, fate had different plans. He would be stuck with a hunk of junk, a shameful silhouette of a GINN. In the end, the foreboding that had plagued him for months would come to a head with the death of his mother. A proper sacrifice he supposed for his freedom.

A few notable events between then and now, was a light skirmish as he crossed international lines. The lost of the GINN during an humiliating defeat against a stalwart group of Independents, his crossing of the New Mediterranean Sea, the capture and torture he endured by some Desert Nomads, and his rescue by patrolling Empire soldiers soon afterwards. Turns out freedom was pointless without the power to protect one's self. So he used his smarts. He was open with the Empire about his possible Newtype abilities and from there he ceased to publicly exist. Tests, experiments, all the things you would expect to happen, occurred, and though no conclusive decision has been made or proven, he's been given the opportunity to prove them in service of the Beloth Empire.

Very few knew of his existence but his lackadaisical attitude towards his missions and disrespect towards authority sparked a curious event. Some General named George Eltz called for him at the underground facility he had been stationed at for a previous mission. At first Sagi was prepping himself to completely disregard the blowhard but upon meeting him; Sagi could feel the importance the man carried himself with. Still, he tried to be undeterred. As this man led him through the facility, to parts he had not been allowed in; they came upon the N Dagger N. George Eltz spoke freely but Sagi wasn't sure if any of what he said was true or not. By the end of it all, Sagi angrily challenged George in defense of his piloting skills. The General smirked coolly and offered Sagi the N Dagger N while he would pilot some hunk of junk.

In the end, Sagi lost miserably. He had landed a single potshot on a shield but the instant his location had been found, the General had decimated him. Not a single shot, slash, or trick hit its mark. One thing about the General was that he carried himself differently in a Mobile Suit. It felt like no movement was wasted but the General just said it came with experience and there was a certain threat radiating from him as he did. That day; though painfully defeated and tearfully enraged, Sagi gained tremendous respect for the Empire through his fear of the General.

Skills: Master Tracker, Latent Newtype Abilities, Animal Instincts, Adaptability, Faint Spatial Awareness, Close Quarters Combatant.
Items:

• Military issued Tactical Pistol
• Black Imperial Uniform
• Military issued Tactical Knife
• N Dagger N

GAT-SO2R N Dagger N

Limited Production Special Operations Stealth Mobile Suit

Sagi Pluton

Unit Appearance

N Dagger N or simply Dagger from here onward looks identical to archived and dated images of the limited-produced machine. To make it more of his own, Sagi had its paint job redone into a deep red and its golden antennas painted black in collusion with its frame. The ice blue stamp of a stylized wolf's head is placed on its left-shoulder. The overhaul was a necessity for Sagi to sortie and its pristine appearance shows that.

Technical Details

Accommodation: Pilot Only (cockpit in torso)
Dimensions: 18.00 meters
Powerplant: Ultracompact Nuclear Fission Reactor

Equipment and Design Features:

•Mirage Colloid Stealth System
The Mirage Colloid Stealth System renders the suit completely invisible to the naked eye and sensors when activated. In collusion with the Nuclear Fission Reactor in this suit, the N Dagger N has unlimited use of this premium feature.

•Neutron Jammer Canceller
The Neutron Jammer Canceller counters the effects of the ubiquitous Neutron Jammers and allows the N Dagger N to be powered by nuclear reactors. This helps the suit to meet the high energy consumption of the Mirage Colloid stealth system and to use it for an unlimited amount of time.

•Multi-Purpose Launcher Port
17 multi-purpose launcher ports are installed across the N Dagger N's body. Typically equipped with rocket anchors they are now equipped what ammunitions the Empire has on hand. Speaking of hands, installed within both are uplinks which allow the machines to copy and store data from other units and systems.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

Handheld Armaments

•DES-G07D+ Anti-Armor Sword
A pair of anti-armor swords. One is longer than the other, reminiscent of a samurai's Daito and Wakizashi.

Fixed Armaments

•Piercer Lock "Hakenfaust"
A rocket-propelled, three-clawed anti-armor weapon mounted on his left forearm. Once fired it can be retrieved via the line installed within.

•DFH-S2026 "Schildgewehr" Offensive Shield System
The Schildgewehr is a shield installed on his right forearm. Its mounted with a 70mm High-Energy Blaster and allows for a swift switch from defense to offense.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Produced as a special operations mobile suit the N Dagger N strengths lie in its ability to create chaos within the enemies rank. Its also a mid-range machine, it is short on long-range answers and must close the gap using its specialized armaments. The N Dagger N's weaknesses rests in its lack of firepower and high-powered long range units due to low-radar capabilities.

Technical History

Produced in high-secrecy the N Dagger Ns were mocked as the Neutron Dagger Ninja-works mech. The operations the limited-models were included in went largely unnoticed. This particular unit was found abandoned in a underground military warehouse on Earth, on the outskirts of Astra by the Beloth Empire. How Sagi came to pilot the machine can only be speculated upon but many believe that only a latent Newtype could utilize the high-spec machine with little-to-no prior piloting experience. A test of sorts.

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

@Phoenix347 Awesome! gonna add him to the char tab now.

Relics of the First Age

Oz

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_{Greytry - Edge of the Circus, Kingdom of Etrid | @Sep}

Ozymandias was walking about the very edge of the circus, his book no longer in hand but now stuff inside his satchel. Turned out the black beast was being particularly fickle, though that had less to do with the beast and more about Oz's inability to keep his excitement under wraps. He tried his best to keep the urge buckled and strapped down but it oozed in droves off him and the animals, sensitive as they were, reacted to it appropriately. Humans were different, they felt it, he had seen them, but their rational minds or bravado typically pushed them to ignore it. That was all the better for the Grim Jester and himself; his victims often left themselves wide open to him.

Before he had realized it, he was amongst a crowd of people, animals, and odors. A tiger roared nearby, not too far, and some screaming or protesting had mingled in with the babbling rapture. It was much too loud but Oz had nearly perfected the art of seeming unbothered. His gaze flitted about him until he caught sight of man tossing a dark-skin woman over his shoulder. Her struggling groans reminded him of his last victim; it would be a month in three days. And that was pushing the killer in him a bit far. Maybe...

And then he felt the most devious part of him come alive. It brought a sparkle to the detached calm in his eyes. It would be quick, he'd decided, cause he had everything he needed. His hand found the mask in his satchel. The crowd of people were manifesting a taste of chaos itself. People were dipping in and out of eyesight; large animals displaced noise here and there. Oz paused and through a shimmer of glass-like dust a knife formed in the palm of his hand. He smiled once more and with a deft hand, he flipped the tip onto his index finger. Conditions had been set upon creation; once the knife had stopped moving it was to vanish. The Mask often appeared on his face when he felt he could get away with it; the jester's face after all was divine. The joyous smile and malicious eyes were his soul's reflection.

At worst, the girl will be blamed. At best, she will be saved. Your life hangs in the hands of chance. A grave laughter bounced in his head. The throw was quick, precise, strong. He had threw it through the opening sitting between three passing circus hands. It sliced through, a whisper on the wind as it aimed for the man's cranium. If it missed, he figured another try wouldn't hurt too much.

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

Alright, I finally got Beloth's pre-teen dressed up and ready to be showcased. Introducing -drum roll- SAGI PLUTON!!! The Merciless Wolf of Beloth

Sagi Pluton

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_{"I have alot to prove! Realize that when you shoot at me!" ♪}



Callsign:
Wolf
Gender:
Male
Age:
14
Role:
Experimental Mobile Suit Pilot
Origin:
Newtype from Siberia

---

Personality: Prideful, Cruel, Curious, Rowdy, Gullible, Self-Absorbed.
Known Features: Pale Hair and Piercing ice blue eyes.
Attire: Black Imperial Uniform, typically shrouded in a cloak of some sort out of comfort.

History: Raised deep within the Siberian wilderness, Sagi was brought up as a partial Independent. His tribe were mostly tactical survivalists who neared on zealotry about their political views. They settled in a old city and were wary of the Beloth Empire just like so many of the Independents around them. The tribe was lucky enough to have a capable leader. They were obedient, smart, and patient; slowly but surely building up a small mobile suit corps of ten to fifteen warriors at any given period. The surrounding regions would come to know them as Wolves; hunters who dealt in supplies, weapons, capable people, and Mobile Weaponry. The foundation of the tribe was placed firmly on a single man's ingenuity and a belief that opposed any singular civilization. A belief that followed the ideology and convictions of an ancient figure once deified as 'The Red Comet'.

To say that Sagi should have been brainwashed would be an understatement. His father was absolute in his duty to the tribe but his mother was broad-minded; a daydreamer and natural teacher. Under the guise of staple survival-exercises, she gave him the opportunity to develop a forward-thinking perspective and some empathy. Over time, herself, his father, and a few other tribes members begun to notice he could predict dangerous situations and pin-point vague specifics therein. When she starts to assume that he's a Newtype; she also starts to inflate his importance, believing him to hold similar gifts to their God. By the age of seven his upbringing became stricter. There was advanced lessons, early excursions out into the field, and even ride-alongs with the tribe's veteran pilots. By the age of eleven he was being taught the universal standard of operating a Mobile Suit.

It was also around this time that he started to resent the tribe. By twelve he had begun devising a plan to escape, all while shouldering the facade of being a grateful messiah. The plan was simple, obvious, and perfect. Being coddled over left very few chances for escape so naturally, the 'when' was far more important than the how. He chose the chiefs celebration, a day when ever his mother would be too busy to keep a constant eye on him. On this day or rather evening; the sliver of time where one's guard would relax before tensing for the night, Sagi sought to hijack one of the tribe's premium suits. Unfortunately, fate had different plans. He would be stuck with a hunk of junk, a shameful silhouette of a GINN. In the end, the foreboding that had plagued him for months would come to a head with the death of his mother. A proper sacrifice he supposed for his freedom.

A few notable events between then and now, was a light skirmish as he crossed international lines. The lost of the GINN during an humiliating defeat against a stalwart group of Independents, his crossing of the New Mediterranean Sea, the capture and torture he endured by some Desert Nomads, and his rescue by patrolling Empire soldiers soon afterwards. Turns out freedom was pointless without the power to protect one's self. So he used his smarts. He was open with the Empire about his possible Newtype abilities and from there he ceased to publicly exist. Tests, experiments, all the things you would expect to happen, occurred, and though no conclusive decision has been made or proven, he's been given the opportunity to prove them in service of the Beloth Empire.

Very few knew of his existence but his lackadaisical attitude towards his missions and disrespect towards authority sparked a curious event. Some General named George Eltz called for him at the underground facility he had been stationed at for a previous mission. At first Sagi was prepping himself to completely disregard the blowhard but upon meeting him; Sagi could feel the importance the man carried himself with. Still, he tried to be undeterred. As this man led him through the facility, to parts he had not been allowed in; they came upon the N Dagger N. George Eltz spoke freely but Sagi wasn't sure if any of what he said was true or not. By the end of it all, Sagi angrily challenged George in defense of his piloting skills. The General smirked coolly and offered Sagi the N Dagger N while he would pilot some hunk of junk.

In the end, Sagi lost miserably. He had landed a single potshot on a shield but the instant his location had been found, the General had decimated him. Not a single shot, slash, or trick hit its mark. One thing about the General was that he carried himself differently in a Mobile Suit. It felt like no movement was wasted but the General just said it came with experience and there was a certain threat radiating from him as he did. That day; though painfully defeated and tearfully enraged, Sagi gained tremendous respect for the Empire through his fear of the General.

Skills: Master Tracker, Latent Newtype Abilities, Animal Instincts, Adaptability, Faint Spatial Awareness, Close Quarters Combatant.
Items:

• Military issued Tactical Pistol
• Black Imperial Uniform
• Military issued Tactical Knife
• N Dagger N

GAT-SO2R N Dagger N

Limited Production Special Operations Stealth Mobile Suit

Sagi Pluton

Unit Appearance

N Dagger N or simply Dagger from here onward looks identical to archived and dated images of the limited-produced machine. To make it more of his own, Sagi had its paint job redone into a deep red and its golden antennas painted black in collusion with its frame. The ice blue stamp of a stylized wolf's head is placed on its left-shoulder. The overhaul was a necessity for Sagi to sortie and its pristine appearance shows that.

Technical Details

Accommodation: Pilot Only (cockpit in torso)
Dimensions: 18.00 meters
Powerplant: Ultracompact Nuclear Fission Reactor

Equipment and Design Features:

•Mirage Colloid Stealth System
The Mirage Colloid Stealth System renders the suit completely invisible to the naked eye and sensors when activated. In collusion with the Nuclear Fission Reactor in this suit, the N Dagger N has unlimited use of this premium feature.

•Neutron Jammer Canceller
The Neutron Jammer Canceller counters the effects of the ubiquitous Neutron Jammers and allows the N Dagger N to be powered by nuclear reactors. This helps the suit to meet the high energy consumption of the Mirage Colloid stealth system and to use it for an unlimited amount of time.

•Multi-Purpose Launcher Port
17 multi-purpose launcher ports are installed across the N Dagger N's body. Typically equipped with rocket anchors they are now equipped what ammunitions the Empire has on hand. Speaking of hands, installed within both are uplinks which allow the machines to copy and store data from other units and systems.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

Handheld Armaments

•DES-G07D+ Anti-Armor Sword
A pair of anti-armor swords. One is longer than the other, reminiscent of a samurai's Daito and Wakizashi.

Fixed Armaments

•Piercer Lock "Hakenfaust"
A rocket-propelled, three-clawed anti-armor weapon mounted on his left forearm. Once fired it can be retrieved via the line installed within.

•DFH-S2026 "Schildgewehr" Offensive Shield System
The Schildgewehr is a shield installed on his right forearm. Its mounted with a 70mm High-Energy Blaster and allows for a swift switch from defense to offense.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Produced as a special operations mobile suit the N Dagger N strengths lie in its ability to create chaos within the enemies rank. Its also a mid-range machine, it is short on long-range answers and must close the gap using its specialized armaments. The N Dagger N's weaknesses rests in its lack of firepower and high-powered long range units due to low-radar capabilities.

Technical History

Produced in high-secrecy the N Dagger Ns were mocked as the Neutron Dagger Ninja-works mech. The operations the limited-models were included in went largely unnoticed. This particular unit was found abandoned in a underground military warehouse on Earth, on the outskirts of Astra by the Beloth Empire. How Sagi came to pilot the machine can only be speculated upon but many believe that only a latent Newtype could utilize the high-spec machine with little-to-no prior piloting experience. A test of sorts.

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1 | Hall | Cafeteria
_{Sirius Free & Hanson Seuclid & Ayame Izumi | @veenknight343 @Phoenix347}

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At some point, Sirius wasn't exactly sure when, he had sat back down and propped his cheek up with his fist. Shock was plainly on his face, a kind of blatant belief that resided most often inside of children. He felt the initial accusation weigh on his chest. The pointing finger; the smoking gun that made him liable by association. The accusation that he was on the wrong side. He took in a short breath to speak but lost the words as he mulled it all over. He twisted it around and peeled back the layers, as Tessa would advise. No one soldier was more culpable in this act than those lording above them. Mr. Hanson was a veteran and quite frankly, Sirius couldn't imagine himself doing anything different.

If it had been him in that cockpit instead, would he have even tried to disobey orders?

Probably not, I can't imagine why I would at the moment.

"Wow..." he uttered gravely, feeling a form of sympathy for Mr. Hanson. He was sure it showed clearly in his eyes. "That's heavy. You started the war." There was so much nuance to Mr. Hanson, and for some reason Sirius found it hard to view him in a harsh light. "But its also kinda cool, imagine it for a second; you were pivotal in all this. Your name might be etched in history one day," he added with a pitiful smile. He exhaled nervously, his attempt at blowing away what felt like an intimidating pressure hanging around them. "If dialogue is off the table for now, then there's nothing we can do but follow orders, at least until some opportunity comes by. Not sure what that would even look like but with things how they are now; who'd want to listen y'know? we've been given thousands of reasons to fight and I think it takes a special kind of idiot to bog themselves with the why of it all." He looked down, feeling naked and aware of how naïve he'd been up until that moment.

Sirius had reached the precipice he had sought after with this conversation. What laid fully beyond it, he wasn't sure but he knew at that moment that he was a soldier and despite all his ruminating, Mr. Hanson had taught him that soldiers survived by keeping things simple. He straightened himself in his chair, fixed the sleeves of his uniform casually, and tucked his wayward pendant back in his shirt. He wasn't sure if Mr. Hanson needed comforting or not but he figured it safe to simply say, "Wars aren't started by soldiers, we just fight 'em, Mr. Hanson."

Relics of the First Age

@Sep Well happy early birthday in case I forget to get on tomorrow. I hope you have a good one chief.

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1 | Hall | Cafeteria
_{Sirius Free & Hanson Seuclid & Ayame Izumi | @veenknight343 @Phoenix347}

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Sirius squeezed a brazen nod towards Ayame before turning to listen to Hanson. He followed his words, hanging on to them with agreement in his eyes. He had experienced that kind of belligerent judgement himself; being a moon pod-person and Innovator was a gift and curse he realized. Sure, he had seen the admiration his abilities had inspired but he was also a mystery for others to solve or implant their answers onto. If not for Tessa fearlessly diving into that unknown and discovering him little by little, he could have been 'The Brute' too or maybe 'The Moonman'. Sirius found effort in trying to pull the visage of 'The Brute' from the war-veteran 'Mr. Hanson'. Maybe they were both aspects of the same person, even if Mr. Hanson hadn't agreed to the creation of one of them

A gentle humor tugged his lips into a childish smile. "Seems like we're all just being greedy to me. Its a rush to gather up all our most powerful weapons and people... though I wouldn't mind a new weapon for my Neodo. That would be nova." He grab his platter, stood, and offered mutely to take Hanson's up as well. "Battle is survival I guess and I'll fight to make sure Tessa is safe but shouldn't we just try to talk it out with one another? I mean it couldn't be that hard to open dialogue with Earth right? They're sending people up here, so lets see for ourselves what it is they want before shooting them down."

Relics of the First Age

Oz

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_{Greytry - Circus Tent, Kingdom of Etrid}

Ozymandias read the poorly kept book that was held between his legs quietly. Gaze focused though his mind out of habit was keenly aware of his chaotic surroundings. From the savage sounds of beasts being prodded or delicately tugged, to the harmony of voices setting stages or doing last minute clean ups. Saree, a female lion-tamer, was coddling her favorite beast inside its cage. She seemed intent on showcasing their bond, though no one cared either way. Which was why he had taken to reading near the behemoth's pin. Besides Saree not one other handler was capable of calming the Black Lion so people tended to avoid him.

Serenely, near childish, Ozymandias lowered his head and bent his back; becoming engrossed in the page, in the fantasy world between the covers of his novel. A small smile stretched his face and like a violent reaction, the Black Lion growled, reared back, and slammed against his cage. Hay straws tumbled to the floor and Saree hushed and stroked his mane till the saffron of his eyes softened like honey.

Ozymandias sighed with frustration before fixing his face into a more palpable expression. "Should I move?"

Saree kept her focus on the Black Lion, patting the beast down; comforting him. "No, no, no. He's better now. Aren't you fella? yea you are."

Ozymandias relaxed then before falling back into his book. He was finding where he had left off at when Saree continued. "I don't get why he gets riled up like that though. Its strange, that's for sure. Usually he's okay with you, Ozzy, so I don't think that's it. I hope its not some puberty thing."

Ozymandias didn't respond though he found the puberty comment stranger than her own inquiries.