The noises of the cell itself hardly drowned out the now pacing Miron, it was obvious he was impatient, but he'd only have one shot at this, literally. He had less than a minute before the barrier change over, and recycling, so it was almost time to get ready, he had to make it believable short out the sensors, and generators in one shot, just below the barriers.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Waiting patiently was always something he lacked, despite his usually positive nature. In the palm of his hand he clutched a morphing ball of glowing matter, like a liquid but not quite a liquid, and just as the cycle happened in the split second of time, he let go of it, raising his arms up to protect himself against the blast, but not much would happen other than knocking him back a few feet. He looked up with a slight bit of hope. "Yes! Quickly covering his mouth, he proceeded to the now unprotected door, and peeked through it, not seeing anyone just yet, he began to cut through the door, using the Axion beam as a laser cutter, it wouldn't heat the metal, but it punctured through it like a pencil through paper. The sustained usage though would be draining. He stepped through the hole, silently placing the heavy circle he cut through back in place and then bolting for anything he could find that would be useful. He would warp himself around the pairs of patrolling guards, into corners where no one would see him, but it could only last so long.
From one confinement to another, it really couldn't get any worse. It wasn't his idea to be put in a cell capable of withstanding even a theoretical punch he could contain. It was lined with forcefields, meaning he couldn't escape the cell without exhausting himself in the process, and warping through the cell would only put him in the arms of his captors AGAIN. It was useless for him to try and struggle against it just yet, he had to wait for the right time, when the power cycled and just before the secondary field grid for his cell came online, punch through one of the emitters, and hopefully disable it long enough for him to escape. He couldn't choose the wrong way though, once the emitter went out, or he left the cell without notifying personnel, it would be nothing more than them chasing him across the prison until he found a place he could exit, ship and all.
It was a funny thing, they had not placed an inhibitor collar on him, believing the force fields would do just fine, considering his abilities were just laser beams and explosions. and in some capacity they were right, he couldn't fight a force field directly, because the exited particles would simply loose their excited state and loose cohesion. Miron had no idea that there were others here, he thought he was the only one. But in all fairness he had been taken directly to the place he needed to go without the interaction with anyone else. For what he was jailed for, he didn't know either. But it couldn't be good.
He waited and waited, it felt like hours of waiting for each cycle, but he had to time it perfectly, identify the energy surge in the system so he could time the shot just right. He'd have multiple chances if no one caught on, but with people walking around so frequently it was only a matter of timing. Small influxes as usual, and then a large switch when it occurred, he'd have to target both primary and secondary systems, which would definitely make this harder.
All through this he hadn't said a word, he didn't want to alert anyone to him making any movements, it might make them assume he was trying to escape, which in all fairness he was.
Important items: Tungsten Carbide Band given to him by his mother on his birthday
Weapons: 9mm Laser Pistol for defense if he ever actually needs it.
Spell List:
Using the primary function of timespace, Miron warps a short distance, within eyesight. Almost completely undetectable other than the slight gravitational wave distortions emitted during the process for a fraction of a second. Requires time to orient himself after warp, and other abilities or weapons cannot be active.
Using ambient Exotic matter axions, Miron condenses a small but very dangerous beam. Because of its nature, it does not cauterize a wound like a laser would, but punches holes through people and objects just as effectively. Strong particle barriers prevent the shot, and close range firing of less than half a foot cannot occur without serious repercussions to both him and his target, including but not limited to spontaneous state change.
Using ambient exotic matter axions, Miron chooses a point in space within a half kilometer range, condensing the axions into a radial burst. Not enough to damage ships or large war vehicles, but enough to knock over a person if they're on the edge of it, and knock someone out if they themselves are too close. The same effects can be transferred to him if he is not careful of where he decides to place the burst.
All other particles that are free floating, IE flowing electrons, non-visible light, etc, are able to be discerned with some time, they cannot be controlled, however they can be tracked to a source.
A short range repulsive blast that seems to be the most basic form of utilization for Miron. By generating an asymmetrical blob of axions, and then directionally releasing it, he creates a heavy blow back force, like being blown away by a hurricane. Usually accompanies him panicking because someone gets to close.
By emitting a controlled field of Axions, Miron can stop small projectiles and rocket propelled grenades, causing them to freeze in place and fall to the ground. Ex1tremely taxing and he cannot move during use.
Character Traits: Magitech modification : Because his abilities were so unwieldy at times, he was introduced to primitive MagiTech, in an effort to create something that would assist his abilities. Miron has an accelerated knowledge of magictech workings, and can take little time to discern the function of an item. It works in tandem with particle analysis, to help him also create or disarm weapons and tools. He however cannot tell what materials it is made out of without more time. Therefor don't ask him what something is made of on the spot because he wont know.
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Short Bio:
Miron Zen was originally from a distant colony, one that was less developed than most, his mother worked in retail, and his father had died in a construction accident. It was tough for her, especially knowing that Miron was essentially on his own with some random stranger every day. But she continued to work, because she loved him, and that's what mothers do. The problem was her health was deteriorating quickly as well, from constant work and little sleep, it was hard for her to find time to take care of the child. Even over the years he learned very quickly how hard it was, and would jump at the opportunity to help his mother with home stuff. A perfect little family, of course he wasn't very proficient at manual work, but he excelled in intellectual stuff. Once his mothers health had deteriorated to the point where she finally admitted she needed care, insurance handled the rest. But that left him alone for the time being. At the age of six, he was taken, while his mother was receiving treatment for deteriorating health, he was seen as a perfect target, and abducted on the way home from the hospital.
Constantly told he was doing this to help his mother, that they would provide the best treatment for her. And he believed it, or at least part of him did. He thought if he stayed here it wouldn't have to be a burden on her, and that she would live better, but he asked how she was doing, and every time he was given the same response, just phrased different, "She's responding well" or "Doing great!" The same responses over and over that after a year or two he considered it to be standard procedure, just like most things, having lost most of his will to fight back anyway after being told she was being treated. And that wasn't the end. The pain of loosing skin from a misfire, or the failure to produce a correct frequency was painful when learning his abilities. He hated it. He was too dumb to realize he was a weapon now, too childish to understand what was going wrong, but by sheer luck and perseverance he pulled through the basic understandings. It took years of breakdowns, refits, retries, remodulations, and many, MANY, tissue regenerations. Even for some of the adults watching a misfire of an axion beam, or warp, could be too much, yet after a while he shrugged it off, and regained a casual and childlike attitude, and as the accidents decreased with his ability, he seemed to understand his position a bit more.
It had taken years to master, inside a ever changing white complex, that had taken most of his life away, but it was finally time for his real test, as a weapon to fight. Or, as the records show, play with enemy forces, his original job had been to wipe a task force off the map as quick as possible, and that did happen. He had been shown battlefields and been in virtual simulations of fighting, and it was still hard for him to grasp. But the only thing that kept him going was being told that it was protecting his mother, and everyone else he'd have ever met. It turned into a bloody mess, as both sides realized, his abilities didn't seal wounds and merely let them bleed. Aliens he didn't want to kill but had to. A monster using exotic matter and magic to kill was something even Miron realized. It shocked him more than it should have even with the sims and videos. and when his final mission Proxima came around it was his job to perform something in a minor sector, reducing power plants to dust, however he didn't want to kill and tried his best to keep everyone alive, after the first time, he aimed for non lethal spots, used every means at his disposal to knock aliens out instead of kill them, keep them alive. Because either way, if they won, or the aliens won, it would mean he had caused things worthy of his execution, or at least that was his logic. When the treaty rolled around and he was discarded, he made his way home, to find his mother had died some years before, having not been helped like he was told. He asked for days if there was any possibility she was alive and nothing. And with hatred he returned to space.
"That's better." He paused, part of him didn't want to answer the question. Though it seemed necessary for continued diplomacy.
"I didn't have much of a choice. I woke up with a warship tied to my brain like an extra limb, in a decaying orbit around a comet headed for it's own cosmic death. I spent a long time just repairing systems on my own so I could get out of there, but it took a long time and I ran out of resource, so I scanned any nearby planets for anything I could use. And came here. A military android stuck in a sector of space he has no knowledge of. And for that matter, the ships database was wiped before I woke up. Like it was abandoned for a reason that not even I should know, and I woke up inside there."
The android paused again, breathed out to release tension, and spoke. "A-150 Shikishima, Primary Strategic officer, and only remaining crew member that I know about of the Heavy cruiser Lotaronin, which is up there, in orbit, and armed to the teeth just in case anything I don't like appears out of any FTL or sub-light travel. I'm 18 as far as I know, at least that's how long I've operated to my recent memory." @Letter Bee
"No, no, its not damaged, I'm just resetting the phase buffers. My shielding is off by a few terahertz and it sucks because one thing that can damage it will, and this transport ship isn't exactly the most maneuverable."
The android stepped out and pulled the helmet off.
"Of course I wasn't kidding when I said I'd use a neutron beam from orbit. I've got Another ship in orbit. No crew. I'm the only one who can control that ship right now. Every single aspect is linked here to me. Just come out here and get out of the mech. It's scary. Even for someone like me." @Letter Bee
The hard point's were automated somewhat it looked like. The ship itself, was humming very very softly. Slowly the hydraulics hissed, and a ramp lowered, a suited android walked out, looking very hesitant, hiding behind the weapons of the ship and its armor. He had vague data on the mech abilities, and it was obviously out of his ability to damage so his only option was diplomacy.
"Colony? I don't have any information on a colony... Who are you, what do you want? I am armed and I won't hesitate to use everything at my disposal, even if that means launching a neutron beam from orbit, which believe me I'll do." The android was obviously scared, voice wasn't damaged, but it sounded heavily synthetic with an odd feeling like it was being forced to stay on a certain pitch occasionally.
"What's the deal with coming here... When I scanned this planet there was nothing like your technology within its sphere of influence, especially after throwing myself free of a comet. What a crappy place, I'm not sure where I am, or how long I've got before that stupid junction works."
- Of Recent Memory only around 17 or 18. Detail will be explained later in the Document.
Personality
- It's hard to say with him. At some times he can be indifferent and cold, at others can be reliant and warm. However it depends on the state of the situation, and person who's interacting with him.
Reputation
- His Documentation is thin at best. He's neither a ranger or a public figure, he has no one to protect but himself, and has no real need to perform a job he was never given. It is an odd sort of existence. Being recorded as existing but never being able to access it himself.
History
- It would be a lie if I said I knew what I was doing here. From every angle the android seems to have knowledge of its own existence, but nothing more than that. It however has no knowledge of its own creation, and has memories recorded only up to eighteen years ago, when it reactivated. Underneath the connected suit, he is surprisingly human, having kept most of its familiarity from being human. It has an odd sort of duality, while it refers to itself as both a vehicle and a person, to a person who does not have prior information. His activation took place in an unstable orbit around a decaying comet. His direct link with a ship with onboard manufacturing systems and the prepared armaments needed repairs so he leeched off thr comet itself, repairing the systems. By himself it took years, unable to produce anything to assist him. However it was not fitted for planetary decent, and after narrowly escaping death by comet tail during a unexpected collision between a rogue asteroid and the comet, managed to make it's way to the current planet of Formalis. It's remaining landing craft wasn't in perfect condition but would last him quite a while, whilst he looked for some kind of information regarding where he was located. He has not managed to make contact with anything or anyone else, too afraid to exit the landing craft, and much to afraid to reach out.
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Lotaronin The Lotaronin Is the primary orbital ship connected to A-150. It's primary purpose before supposed deactivation was as a heavy cruiser type battlecraft. Armament Type - Main Armament : Spinal Neutron Accelerator - The primary purpose of this cannon was to tear away heavy armor and blow away small craft with a storm of neutrons, or punch through ships with a heavy neutron beam. Secondary Armament : 8 x 3 Medium Photon Repeaters - Designed for medium range defense, think of them as the secondaries on a warship, designed to take pot shots at a close range target. Situated on the sides of the top and bottom cannon bars. Anti-Small craft and Missile defense: Positron Beam Emitters - Small semispheres attached to key parts of the ship to formulate a defense zone against small craft and missiles, by emitting a continuous beam of positron energy.
More Info The ship seems to be designed to integrate directly with A-150, causing a state of duality, where he exists both as the ship and as the android at the same time. Issuing commands just like a human would issue commands to an arm or a leg. However connected through a quantum link, instead of physically.
Hygea Hygea is the lander craft, small in size, supporting around four people at once. It was not designed to be heavily used in combat and has little armor and little armament. Armament Type - Main armament : Four type 95 EM pulse cannons- The simple solution to defense, with range of 180 degrees around them, but cannot exceed four shots every eight seconds, dealing minimal damage to large ships, but is capable of taking out fighters and missiles with some difficulty.
Personal Equipment Designed as a command based android, he is not equipped with anything more than a combat disk. It's designed to take much more than a few hits from a high caliber rifle but cannot emit any projectiles itself, and instead favors an energy line to use it like a yo-yo like weapon.
The armor displayed above is a multipurpose suit designed to interface with his synthetic mind, to give him detailed information about his surroundings and give him decent protection against enemies and elements.
I should make this clearer. The mind is entirely synthetic based. The body is mechanical in nature and designed to be as close to human as possible. The armor is a suit he wears to protect himself against erosion and other items. The second picture is an accessory
If you need help, ask me in the discord where we’ll all talk the most.
Important items: Tungsten Carbide Band given to him by his mother on his birthday
Weapons: 9mm Laser Pistol for defense if he ever actually needs it.
Spell List:
Using the primary function of timespace, Miron warps a short distance, within eyesight. Almost completely undetectable other than the slight gravitational wave distortions emitted during the process for a fraction of a second. Requires time to orient himself after warp, and other abilities or weapons cannot be active.
Using ambient Exotic matter axions, Miron condenses a small but very dangerous beam. Because of its nature, it does not cauterize a wound like a laser would, but punches holes through people and objects just as effectively. Strong particle barriers prevent the shot, and close range firing of less than half a foot cannot occur without serious repercussions to both him and his target, including but not limited to spontaneous state change.
Using ambient exotic matter axions, Miron chooses a point in space within a half kilometer range, condensing the axions into a radial burst. Not enough to damage ships or large war vehicles, but enough to knock over a person if they're on the edge of it, and knock someone out if they themselves are too close. The same effects can be transferred to him if he is not careful of where he decides to place the burst.
All other particles that are free floating, IE flowing electrons, non-visible light, etc, are able to be discerned with some time, they cannot be controlled, however they can be tracked to a source.
A short range repulsive blast that seems to be the most basic form of utilization for Miron. By generating an asymmetrical blob of axions, and then directionally releasing it, he creates a heavy blow back force, like being blown away by a hurricane. Usually accompanies him panicking because someone gets to close.
By emitting a controlled field of Axions, Miron can stop small projectiles and rocket propelled grenades, causing them to freeze in place and fall to the ground. Ex1tremely taxing and he cannot move during use.
Character Traits: Magitech modification : Because his abilities were so unwieldy at times, he was introduced to primitive MagiTech, in an effort to create something that would assist his abilities. Miron has an accelerated knowledge of magictech workings, and can take little time to discern the function of an item. It works in tandem with particle analysis, to help him also create or disarm weapons and tools. He however cannot tell what materials it is made out of without more time. Therefor don't ask him what something is made of on the spot because he wont know.
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Short Bio:
Miron Zen was originally from a distant colony, one that was less developed than most, his mother worked in retail, and his father had died in a construction accident. It was tough for her, especially knowing that Miron was essentially on his own with some random stranger every day. But she continued to work, because she loved him, and that's what mothers do. The problem was her health was deteriorating quickly as well, from constant work and little sleep, it was hard for her to find time to take care of the child. Even over the years he learned very quickly how hard it was, and would jump at the opportunity to help his mother with home stuff. A perfect little family, of course he wasn't very proficient at manual work, but he excelled in intellectual stuff. Once his mothers health had deteriorated to the point where she finally admitted she needed care, insurance handled the rest. But that left him alone for the time being. At the age of six, he was taken, while his mother was receiving treatment for deteriorating health, he was seen as a perfect target, and abducted on the way home from the hospital.
Constantly told he was doing this to help his mother, that they would provide the best treatment for her. And he believed it, or at least part of him did. He thought if he stayed here it wouldn't have to be a burden on her, and that she would live better, but he asked how she was doing, and every time he was given the same response, just phrased different, "She's responding well" or "Doing great!" The same responses over and over that after a year or two he considered it to be standard procedure, just like most things, having lost most of his will to fight back anyway after being told she was being treated. And that wasn't the end. The pain of loosing skin from a misfire, or the failure to produce a correct frequency was painful when learning his abilities. He hated it. He was too dumb to realize he was a weapon now, too childish to understand what was going wrong, but by sheer luck and perseverance he pulled through the basic understandings. It took years of breakdowns, refits, retries, remodulations, and many, MANY, tissue regenerations. Even for some of the adults watching a misfire of an axion beam, or warp, could be too much, yet after a while he shrugged it off, and regained a casual and childlike attitude, and as the accidents decreased with his ability, he seemed to understand his position a bit more.
It had taken years to master, inside a ever changing white complex, that had taken most of his life away, but it was finally time for his real test, as a weapon to fight. Or, as the records show, play with enemy forces, his original job had been to wipe a task force off the map as quick as possible, and that did happen. He had been shown battlefields and been in virtual simulations of fighting, and it was still hard for him to grasp. But the only thing that kept him going was being told that it was protecting his mother, and everyone else he'd have ever met. It turned into a bloody mess, as both sides realized, his abilities didn't seal wounds and merely let them bleed. Aliens he didn't want to kill but had to. A monster using exotic matter and magic to kill was something even Miron realized. It shocked him more than it should have even with the sims and videos. and when his final mission Proxima came around it was his job to perform something in a minor sector, reducing power plants to dust, however he didn't want to kill and tried his best to keep everyone alive, after the first time, he aimed for non lethal spots, used every means at his disposal to knock aliens out instead of kill them, keep them alive. Because either way, if they won, or the aliens won, it would mean he had caused things worthy of his execution, or at least that was his logic. When the treaty rolled around and he was discarded, he made his way home, to find his mother had died some years before, having not been helped like he was told. He asked for days if there was any possibility she was alive and nothing. And with hatred he returned to space.
The ship on a distant plateau, having landed and not fallen like the wreckage and was clearing snow out from under it occasionally, opened its hard points as a small life sign crept towards it. The cannons waited for it to come close enough then fired, vaporizing the furry rodent on contact. It wasn't loud, but it echoed, very softly. Not loud enough at a distance for a human to hear without assistance, anything more sensitive would definitely pick it up though. That and a small burst of non-harming EM radiation from the heated air around it, probably causing a dim flash. Most certainly odd for a planet that was supposed to be deserted of advanced life, although it could certainly be a misfire from a wreckage, but it was still too early to know.
