Zeph payed close attention to the reactions. Both males acted with noted curiosity and or confusion. The girl grew angry, she would either be strong willed or the weakest link. Internally she smiled at the ever constant contrast that comes with courage and stupidity.
"No one has excreted in my meal. I am serious. I desire to know if you and the ones you have aquainted yourself with will be viable in a time of extreme crisis or will you buckle under the pressure and become a liability and either get yourself killed or cost me a successful mission or worse the life of your team. I do not "fuck" around when it comes to choosing my allies in a situation such as this one."
While her words and eyes stayed fixed on the girl that resorted to vulgarity rather than a civil answer, her words where intended for any that could hear her. Hopefully it would be loud enough to be heard of the crunching of apples, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme of the day.
I noticed that the numbers are distinctly one sided, My character is the type where gender hardly dictates its back story aside from the x versus y so if you would like I can change its gender before I begin the role.
Zeph had gathered her meal, and payed no mind to the display of idiotic banter around her. Everyone seemed like they had at least a singular liability, honestly if she had any respect for the people in the room (Teachers included) it was gone. She looked for an open seat, she noticed one across from some girl.
Without asking she down,she observed the others she was conversing with about some idiotic past time.As she looked over at the members of this small group she noticed not a one had done a thing to direct her initial assessment. Zeph did something out of character, she asked a question
"Are you all going to be useful or are you treating this as a game as most that I see here?"
Her voice raised enough to garner their attention maybe even a tad intimidating.
Personality: Unit S-01 is known for her relaxed nature. She takes care of things in her own time and generally prefers to avoid the concept that is an obligation. Despite being treated as an it, she is understanding and takes insult and ridicule with her rather unsettling smile. That said she does tend to bore easily and often needs to find a new "game" to play. These games can get fairly dangerous for any involved in a few circumstances a death or two needed to be redacted.
History: S-01 is the only unit produced in a rather unethical project that combined the growing technological advances and the idea of Genetic advancement.This project was based around the idea of a new class of humans that could exist in the dead zones.Though headway was being made with the scrubbing, the possibilities such an advancement could make would stand to increase profit margins based solely on the research.
Before her body could even be called that they where guiding her growth, ensuring that her body would develop into a prime specimen. However it was when her brain began to form that their true work would start, they essentially tripled the capacity of her minds processing ability. This would increase her intelligence but it was primary purpose was to allow for additional functions the normal man did not have.
The "Birth" of S-01 was a day that left many in the higher circles with raised brows. Her childhood was spent in a hidden facility that documented every second of every moment of her life. As she grew older the aforementioned upgrades where installed, each one of them would have likely driven a person insane, by the time they would finish she would have four.
Upon the installation of "The wings of Icarus" she was considered mission ready and they started her out in
-redacted-
It was when she turned 22 that she was let loose by a man that had a rather simplistic moral compass, and a rather small IQ for how high up in the ladder he was. Meaning he allowed her to both her emotions and free will back.Her abilities and her skill have made her evade any attempts of recapture.
Over the last four years their attempts have become burned off as it was now considered bad for business for them to send out so many teams just to comeback empty handed. Not only was she avoiding capture she became something of a vigilante, perhaps an echo of her initial objective of improving the condition of man. This also points out her altruistic nature as she has done nothing to even indicate any vengeful or even hostile action towards her creators.
"It is not wrong to try and make the world a better place."
Equipment: While not technical equipment she does have significant enhancements that came from outside sources.
Her spinal column has been all but replaced, from this hub she generates a bio-electric current that powers almost all of her more complex workings. It also allows her to use the aforementioned workings with thought eliminating the need of a selective thought. (In a easier way to explain, her abilities are treated as reaction and natural making it far faster than one that would require thought)
The Forge: Mounted to her spine is a special system that is essentially the hub for her wings and flight systems (Such as the AESA). Within it is a compact fission reactor, more importantly this links all of the systems together in one centralized point.
The wings of Icarus: or the Uz-009 is a flight system that uses a simple concept in a grandiose fashion. When in use they generate their own magnetic fields, repelling from each other and the surface of the earth. After the initial launch it turns into a rather elegant display of falling. The wings become self sufficient while air born using its own magnetic flux to generate the energy required for the constant changes in the fields of both the earth and itself.
Midas touch: While their workings are rather complex they have a simple purpose generate quick burst of force, intended for clearing away wreckage and rock, she uses them to achieve speeds that come close to mach 2. In addition she uses them as combat weapon, but its effectiveness and range is reduced without the constant power of the wings of Icarus.
Golden fleece: As mentioned she flies at speeds that one could not survive without a form of protection, her body generates a barrier that prevents her from being torn apart at the extreme speeds in addition it prevents her from most normal means of damage which coincides with her primary purpose. This is made possible by an synthetic organ that was implanted within her its location is -Redacted- but does nothing unless the Icarus system is engaged. The short coming to such a shielding system comes in the fact it is based off of set information, what it can block it can what it cant it cant.
Stoor vessels use a powerful superfluid magnetohydrodynamic power system to generate a highly energetic halbach magnetosphere around themselves, mimicking the natural magnetospheres generated by planets with fluid mantles (such as Earth, by way of example) or the heliospheres of stars. Each vessel features an organic dynamo containing a rapidly circulating supercharged and superfluid matter, which generates a dipolar magnetic field several hundreds of times the size of the vessel generating the field. The dynamo system also spins perpendicular to its axis, and so the dipolar field behaves as though it were singular and fluid rather than dipolar. When any object (not merely objects that are strongly magnetic) enters the magnetofield of a planet like Earth, its own trajectory is influenced by the relatively velocity at which the field spins in proportion to how energetic the field is. Earth’s magnetosphere is just powerful enough to deflect radiation and other energetic particles projected for the sun, which relative to large space objects or highly-energetic cosmic particles, may as well be lazily buzzing gnats. Hence, when a large object or an extremely energetic particle enters Earth’s magnetosphere, they tend to be only negligibly affected by the field. Stoor vessels generate magnetoshields which, relative to the Earth’s magnetofield, almost literally millions of time more energetic and rapid. When an object enters a Stoor magnetoshield, it is likely to be immediately torn apart due to the extreme spin of the superfluid matter near each vessel’s core. Objects that are not torn apart, but lack sufficient kinetic force to maintain their own trajectory are yanked from their trajectory to be flung away from the magnetoshield at a reciprocal vector. The kinetic energy of a projectile that enters a Stoor magnetoshield affects the circulation and spin of the superfluid matter within the shielding organ, which is so energetic that even projectiles capable of piercing through the magnetoshield generally are incapable of weakening them. This is because the circulating matter in the shielding organ needs to be several magnitudes more energetic than the force produced by almost any projectile in order to generate a field across a wide area of space surrounding each Stoor vessel. Each magnetoshield only has a relatively average capacity to destroy or deflect incoming attacks relative to other shielding systems, and this is because all the energy at the core of the shielding organ has to maintain a uniform amount of energy across the whole magnetoshield. Each shielding organ has a backup capacitor organ that allows it to immediately restore any lost energy and spin in the field should either fall. For this reason, even an extremely powerful attack absorbed by or piercing through a magnetoshield does not affect its power. A Stoor magnetoshield is always on, and always works, generally always with the same energetic intensity, even if an attack has already or is currently breaching the magnetoshield. Missiles, accelerated particle streams, slugs, and most beam/projectile based weapons are susceptible to interception by Stoor magnetoshields, and the magnetoshields in question do not lose energy from sustaining fire or from being pierced. Very simply, the only way to pierce through the magnetoshield is to use a weapon or form of attack that is powerful enough to pierce through it. Using weapons or attacks too weak to pierce through the magnetoshield initially will never pierce through it at all, no matter how many times they are used or in what concentration they are utilized. If an enemy attacks a Stoor vessel of the same or equivalent ship classification and only has light armaments, there is a distinct possibility that none of its weapons will be capable of piercing the magnetoshield. The silver lining for attacking forces, of course, is that if an attack pierces the magnetoshield, it always will, and will never fail in doing so (though they had best be wary that even such attacks are not disturbed or deflected enough to miss the target vessel anyway). Since the magnetoshield’s power is always constant, the Stoor cannot suddenly decide to ‘divert more power to the shields!’ The same features which make magnetoshields effective against weak attacks makes them weak against sufficiently strong attacks. Finally, by necessity of their design, each magnetoshield has two weak points. The organic dynamo containing the circulating matter necessarily generates a dipolar magnetoshield along its axis. At both poles, there is a steep depression in the magnetoshield which makes the area of space covered by the shield much ‘shallower’ than any other space, making it easier for attacks to penetrate those points. In order to circumvent this weakness, the Stoor have each shield dynamo spun perpendicular to their axis (akin to the motion of a gyroscope), causing the axial poles to constantly shift and change position. This prevents enemies from effectively targeting either weak point. However, highly sophisticated tracking systems or targeting suites, if they knew what to look for, could probably time and predict the movements of the poles and time firing solutions to pierce through the magnetoshield the next time one or the other comes around. Having observed all of this, one might ask how in the world the Stoor manage to fire any of their own weapons through the magnetoshield surrounding each vessel. The answer being that each shielding dynamo, in addition to rapidly circulating supercharged, superfluid matter, circulates it through rotating chambered systems designed to change the interaction of the magnetic field generated by the fluid circulating through each chamber in order to create a dynamic halbach array. This cancels out the influence of the magnetic field on the ‘inside’ of the magnetoshield to near zero which proportionally augmenting the strength of the magnetoshield on its ‘outside’. In this way, each magnetoshield only destroys or repels attacks or objects that approach it from the outside; attacks directed from the inside, out, simply pass through.
Thanks to Terminal
Within her skeletal structure are various points that have been replaced with a synthetic substitute that can withstand the forces that are exerted from her own abilities, but this is primarily joints and smaller bones, such as fingers and toes.
Magic: Has shown no signs of having magical ability, but she is not one to talk about herself.
Skills: Cheat:Gambling doesn't really apply when your reaction time is heightened to the point you can make a decision at mach 1, meaning machines intended for chance are more or less guaranteed to end in your favor.
Unshaken:While most don't view of this as a skill, she doesn't waver at the strongest of foes, the cruelest of insults, nor the brutality of her adversary. She feels anger but it does not dictate her response, sadness doesn't prevent her action...Despite her best efforts she is almost machine.
Collapsing equipment: Her wings can collapse into what almost looks like a jet pack, and her hand of Midas doesn't radiate light unless her wings are exposed. While some don't understand that this is a skill, her level head allows her to control her mental reactions preventing her from standing out anymore than she already does.
Zeph's Eyebrow betrayed her when it twitched with irritation. It twitched once more when Estella was once again acting aloof to the seriousness of a situation. True it was a dinner but a first impression determines at least the next three encounters. She turned abruptly away from the pair and began to walk towards the dinning area with an overwhelming feeling that she lost the first skirmish in this battle.
How could she forget that Estella had already made an impression with the outburst. Well played....
As she escorts the pair to the dinner she talks over her shoulder to Estella. "I do not keep track of your servants, why would I remember this one?" While the words are cold the tone was rather disinterested, It was genuine question not an insult. Rather than wait for the answer she stepped into the dinning hall with hardly a moment to spare, and she allowed the door to close. A simple gambit to show her foe that the battle was still young.
Zeph noted the changes in the behavior of the superiors, strange how the men earlier could be spooked so suddenly. Particularly how abrupt the ending was, Zeph stood in quiet contemplation at the numerous reasons of what could have caused such a change. But as she was yanked out of it by the most disgusting crunch...
The sound resonated from the uncouth exhibitionist from earlier. His following comment about the food proved her initial thoughts. She stepped just out of striking distance for obvious reasons before letting lose a small retort.
"Given your repeat offences I believe that you are either attempting to quell your nerves or you are absolutely ignorant of how obnoxious you are. I thought it best to inform you now that I dislike you." Without a second thought she did an about face and began to gather her own meal.
Zeph had taken a detour to observe the layout of the floor in which they had all been assigned. She could note most had began to make their way towards the dinning hall. Perhaps it was their design that the recruits would share a meal together in order to eliminate the inital tension that would come with being surrounded by the unknown she thought. Her ears picked up on a voice that sent the closest thing to a chill she had ever felt.
"Hopefully we have a lot of the same classes,"
The Nolluxian and the Zaneux where of similar status, meaning Zeph was constantly forced into situations that where not ideal for someone of her...taste. Her parents trusted that they would be fast friends,sending her on shopping bouts with the younger Estella. One such occasion ended with her in a one girl fashion show trying on outfits that Estella had hand picked for her.
Her eyes searched for any means of escape, the ventilation was much to narrow, nothing to hide behind. She was trapped and wearing a suit no less...In a situation like this she would need to use a preemptive attack! Without a moment of hesitation she loosened her tie and unbuttoned two buttons that would allow her to look more suggestive. A pair of slender needles slid out of her sleeves, that quickly where used to style her hair.
The beast turned the corner, with a rabbit in its fangs. The poor girl, she had already been claimed Zeph thought.
"Estella." Zeph said with a smirk. "It has been too long. I assume you are heading to the dinning hall as well?"
