While the Fed pilot and the Kid 'I really need to get their names. were busy getting some drinks Marcus had opted to stay behind and work on his suit. Currently he was on top of the remnants of the Zudah's head doing his damnedest to get the main camera back online, "What ever she hit me with it crushed so much of the circuitry that I'm amazed she didn't just outright smash the head into the sea. Fortunately all was not lost, the actual Optics were still functioning so all Marcus really needed to do was find a way to get a new camera feed going back to the cockpit.
'I can understand the need to relax, I'm guessing they're part of that rebellion we were being dropped into, but why take the kid to drink? Especially in an actual bar... That Fed pilot is really damn nuts.
Shaking his head Marcus went back to work, it would be another hour at least before he could even test the optics. 'I just hope they don't get too wasted, the faster we leave the better.
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Marcus was following close behind keeping pace with the other suits while trying to figure out a way off planet. 'Theres no guarantee we can reach Bright, for all we know he might have already left. Since we're in Texas, there's a good chance we could reach the drop zone the 603rd used to test their one off Ground Units. They littered the place with HLV's and we could probably rig one up to get us off planet.
Calling up the location and sending a ping to the HLV's he knew about, Marcus had to wait about a minute before he got a response. Most of them had been disassembled or were just out of service, except for the final HLV that had been sent down on December 30th. The carrier had touched down and had been abandoned by the crew, it still had a quarter tank of fuel, enough to get them out of the atmosphere but just barely.
Opening a comm line with both the Fed pilot and the Kid, Marcus started filling them in, "I do know of a place about six hundred kilometers from here, there's an old Zeon test ground that has a bunch of HLV's there, I know that one of them is still functioning, so if we want to break atmo we have another option should Bright be unable to help. If we do take that option we can head to my base and repair our suits as best we can." He sent the Location as he was speaking.
Calling up the location and sending a ping to the HLV's he knew about, Marcus had to wait about a minute before he got a response. Most of them had been disassembled or were just out of service, except for the final HLV that had been sent down on December 30th. The carrier had touched down and had been abandoned by the crew, it still had a quarter tank of fuel, enough to get them out of the atmosphere but just barely.
Opening a comm line with both the Fed pilot and the Kid, Marcus started filling them in, "I do know of a place about six hundred kilometers from here, there's an old Zeon test ground that has a bunch of HLV's there, I know that one of them is still functioning, so if we want to break atmo we have another option should Bright be unable to help. If we do take that option we can head to my base and repair our suits as best we can." He sent the Location as he was speaking.
Marcus laughed at the commentary from the MKII pilot thumbing the comm. "Kid when I fell into the ocean the Shark came at me full force, all I did was defend myself." Turning his attention back to the Federation pilot he responded, "We're clear. I'll transmit my camera feed so you can see, lead on."
The Zudah began transmitting still holding the shark head and falling in behind the still blood and viscera covered suit.
'I am so grateful I can't smell the outside now, or else I'd be retching my breakfast up.'
The Zudah began transmitting still holding the shark head and falling in behind the still blood and viscera covered suit.
'I am so grateful I can't smell the outside now, or else I'd be retching my breakfast up.'
Marcus let out a relieved sigh. "Much appreciated Ms.Federation pilot." As requested Marcus disengaged his Zudah's Beam Smartgun and Anti-MS Shotgun. Both dropped to the ground and Marcus had the Zudah stand up. "I'm guessing you don't have any functioning cameras. I can send over my Cockpit cameras feed so you can see." A second later he spotted the MKII. "Well. Either he's your back up or I'm dead." The Zudah rose its Shark Shield in a defensive posture.
The Zudah's caved in head did its best to angle forward. Ready to charge if need be.
The Zudah's caved in head did its best to angle forward. Ready to charge if need be.
Marcus felt the Zudah's arm collapse, his last melee option gone and the Zudah was sounding like it wouldnt take much more abuse. While he could use the Shark Shield he'd actually gotten very attached to the Shark. That left him with one option.
The Zudah dropped to one Knee as a sign of surrender.
"Well feddie pilot, it looks like you and I are evenly matched. Since I'm sure the Titans think I'm dead I won't be getting paid. I concede to you, and would ask to accompany you."
'This is a long shot but I don't have many options.'
The Zudah dropped to one Knee as a sign of surrender.
"Well feddie pilot, it looks like you and I are evenly matched. Since I'm sure the Titans think I'm dead I won't be getting paid. I concede to you, and would ask to accompany you."
'This is a long shot but I don't have many options.'
The claws unfortunately did connect, carving a very nasty gash into the Zudah's chest very VERY narrowly missing the cockpit.
He boosted back and kept laughing, "Tell me Titan pilot did you serve in the One Year? Because none of the other Titan pukes I've fought can fight like you!"
Marcus started laughing. "I haven't had this much fun in a fight since my escape from Pezun, those space modded GM Strikers were hell." He brought the axe forward hoping to cut the arm off at the elbow. "C'mon Titan pilot, I know you've got more! If you don't I'll break out the turpentine!"
He boosted back and kept laughing, "Tell me Titan pilot did you serve in the One Year? Because none of the other Titan pukes I've fought can fight like you!"
Marcus started laughing. "I haven't had this much fun in a fight since my escape from Pezun, those space modded GM Strikers were hell." He brought the axe forward hoping to cut the arm off at the elbow. "C'mon Titan pilot, I know you've got more! If you don't I'll break out the turpentine!"
This was very obviously not Marcus' day. The Whale shark was gone, and now his Zudah's main camera was disabled if not destroyed, and the rage in the voice of the pilot spoke volumes as to what he'd just done, and he just didn't care. At this point he was laughing. "You know at a time like this I should be positively livid! It might be that I'm just in shock, or it might be that I became so angry I've come full circle." he drew his Zudah's axe and grabbed the head of the Shark to use as a kind of shield. "DOESN'T MATTER THOUGH! YOU BROKE MY MAIN CAMERA SO I'LL RETURN THE FAVOR!!" He brought the Shark head-Boxer shield to the left side of the Shiki's head, hopefully crushing the main camera so they'd be on equal ground.
Titans Cruiser, high altitude above Titans Base.
Marcus was now convinced Bask was either trying to kill him or he was an idiot. Inside of the Salamis' hangar was a collection of prototype Mobile Suits, five in total, there were three GM Sniper III's and a pair of Galbaldy Beta High mobility types. Though they weren't outdated suits, they weren't the Titans latest and greatest Marcus had been expecting given the severity of the situation.
Currently, Marcus was trying his best to debug the Zudah's Smart targeting program, for what felt like the twentieth time this month. He was in the middle of running the process when an announcement rang out. [b]"Attention all crew, our first stop is the Titans base near the conflict site, but there appears to be a mutiny or rebellion of some kind in progress, all pilots head to your suits, we're going to have your suits drop to the base and help secure the perimeter.
Sure enough the Squadron was already preparing for an emergency launch. "Credit to the Titans, they do know how to make good pilots." Cancelling the debug and moving the Zudah into position at the back of the line for drop, Marcus noticed the hangar bay doors opening and noticed how he could barely see the outline of the base. Marcus immediately opened a channel to the other suits. "Gentlemen you do know that we're way higher than we should be for a drop right?" One of the GM Sniper pilots responded "We're fine, this isn't the One Year War we won't overshoot our verniers just trying to get down, well we won't anyway. I don't know about you're little Relic there, for all we know you're going to over heat and make your suit just flat out explode." The pilot commented laughing at his own joke. Marcus cracked a little grin, "Care to bet on that Titan? I'll bet whatever you make in a month I can make it down faster than your little Stormtrooper suit over there." He held out the Zudah's fist. "Or do you not have faith in your vaunted Anaheim?" The pilot responded by fist bumping the Zudah back. "You're on." When the time came for them to drop they had their suits stand side by side.
Marcus help up his suits fingers. "Three, two, o-" The GM had already jumped. Marcus was left slack jawed for a second. "Little shit." The Zudah followed hitting it's booster and following at 75% speed. They both rocketed toward the ground passing up the other suits very quickly. The GM began moving close to the Zudah, "NO WAY I'M NOT ABOUT TO LOSE A MONTH'S PAY TO SOME MERC IN A ZEKE SUIT." The GM kicked the Zudah sending it off course and towards the sea.
Marcus roared into his comm "CHEATING BASTARD! I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU AND YOUR CRAP SUIT!" Marcus did his best to recover and slow his descent from what had been intended as a close nut easily managed landing was now a freefall into the sea near the base.
The Zudah hit the water with a huge splash sending waves in every direction and unintentionally helping the stolen Gundam MKII escape.
20 minutes later somewhere in the sea
After furiously grappling with a surprisingly angry Whale Shark The Zudah had been righted, adjusted for Earth's gravity and Marcus had calmed down, letting out a breath MArcus checked his scanners, "Huh, looks like I wasn't that far off." After moving the Zudah (Still carrying the dead whale shark) Toward the beach Marcus' sensors let out a three tone warning signifying an incoming Mobile Suit. 'It's that GM, GOTTA BE!'
Hitting the over boost on the Zudah and flying forward using the Whale Shark's corpse as a club MArcus was able to catch the... purple suit off guard and sucker club it with the Shark.... Wait what?
Marcus was now convinced Bask was either trying to kill him or he was an idiot. Inside of the Salamis' hangar was a collection of prototype Mobile Suits, five in total, there were three GM Sniper III's and a pair of Galbaldy Beta High mobility types. Though they weren't outdated suits, they weren't the Titans latest and greatest Marcus had been expecting given the severity of the situation.
Currently, Marcus was trying his best to debug the Zudah's Smart targeting program, for what felt like the twentieth time this month. He was in the middle of running the process when an announcement rang out. [b]"Attention all crew, our first stop is the Titans base near the conflict site, but there appears to be a mutiny or rebellion of some kind in progress, all pilots head to your suits, we're going to have your suits drop to the base and help secure the perimeter.
Sure enough the Squadron was already preparing for an emergency launch. "Credit to the Titans, they do know how to make good pilots." Cancelling the debug and moving the Zudah into position at the back of the line for drop, Marcus noticed the hangar bay doors opening and noticed how he could barely see the outline of the base. Marcus immediately opened a channel to the other suits. "Gentlemen you do know that we're way higher than we should be for a drop right?" One of the GM Sniper pilots responded "We're fine, this isn't the One Year War we won't overshoot our verniers just trying to get down, well we won't anyway. I don't know about you're little Relic there, for all we know you're going to over heat and make your suit just flat out explode." The pilot commented laughing at his own joke. Marcus cracked a little grin, "Care to bet on that Titan? I'll bet whatever you make in a month I can make it down faster than your little Stormtrooper suit over there." He held out the Zudah's fist. "Or do you not have faith in your vaunted Anaheim?" The pilot responded by fist bumping the Zudah back. "You're on." When the time came for them to drop they had their suits stand side by side.
Marcus help up his suits fingers. "Three, two, o-" The GM had already jumped. Marcus was left slack jawed for a second. "Little shit." The Zudah followed hitting it's booster and following at 75% speed. They both rocketed toward the ground passing up the other suits very quickly. The GM began moving close to the Zudah, "NO WAY I'M NOT ABOUT TO LOSE A MONTH'S PAY TO SOME MERC IN A ZEKE SUIT." The GM kicked the Zudah sending it off course and towards the sea.
Marcus roared into his comm "CHEATING BASTARD! I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU AND YOUR CRAP SUIT!" Marcus did his best to recover and slow his descent from what had been intended as a close nut easily managed landing was now a freefall into the sea near the base.
The Zudah hit the water with a huge splash sending waves in every direction and unintentionally helping the stolen Gundam MKII escape.
20 minutes later somewhere in the sea
After furiously grappling with a surprisingly angry Whale Shark The Zudah had been righted, adjusted for Earth's gravity and Marcus had calmed down, letting out a breath MArcus checked his scanners, "Huh, looks like I wasn't that far off." After moving the Zudah (Still carrying the dead whale shark) Toward the beach Marcus' sensors let out a three tone warning signifying an incoming Mobile Suit. 'It's that GM, GOTTA BE!'
Hitting the over boost on the Zudah and flying forward using the Whale Shark's corpse as a club MArcus was able to catch the... purple suit off guard and sucker club it with the Shark.... Wait what?
Abandoned Zeon outpost Theta 2-7
It was silent inside the outpost. but in a way, it was welcome. The outpost had been one of hundreds abandoned in the wake of the One Year War, even after seven years of searching the Earth Federation had only found roughly a fifth of these bases constructed either out of ship husks from the battle of Loum or Operation British, others were built into hollowed out asteroids once they were drained of all their mineral resources. For Marcus Jackson, his domicile was one of the latter. Using his mercenary pay and whatever he could scavenge from the various wrecks of his targets, Marcus was able to live a meager, if unfulfilled existence. He sat in the pilots lounge sipping a cup of coffee, reading news reports while he waited for his next job offer to arrive.
'Nothing much in the way of conflicts, things seem to really be dying down. All of the main Zeon forces retreated to Axis or Mars or Venus... Maybe it's time. Time to sell off the Abfan to Anaheim, get a pretty price for the bounty Anaheim had for a Zudah. I guess I could give this u-' His thoughts were interrupted by the chime of his comm.
"Huh? Priority transmission from... the Titans?" This couldn't have been right, anytime Marcus was hunting Zeon or Decepticon remnants, it always came from Federation Fleet HQ, not the Titans.
Opening the channel Marcus was greeted with the goggled tanned face of Bask Om, one of the highest ranking Titans members. While he couldn't tell the mans expression very well he got the feeling Om wasn't happy to be doing this. "As I understand it, you're the mercenary that's been active for almost four years." Marcus nodded, "You're correct Mr.Om." Bask's demeanor seemed to slightly relax, "Good. You come highly recommended to me from the Federation regulars, I'm contacting you because I've been told you're a person capable of discretion and that you've been able to not only track Decepticons, but kill them." Marcus kept a neutral expression outside, on the inside he was cringing. Yes he had killed Decepticons before, but they were low rankers, Bask was sounding like he wanted someone higher up killed. He'd still take the job, but he'd be in for a very tough job. "I have been able to kill Decepticons before yes, but this isn't something easily done." to Marcus' surprise Bask nodded, "I'm not asking you to do this alone, you'll be working with a Mobile Suit squad, they'll be at your disposal." This set off warning bells in Marcus' mind. "A squad? You're giving me an awful lot of Leeway here Om. I know there are more capable pilots out there and they're within your ranks, why come to me, a mercenary, off of the praise of some Federation officers." Bask heaved a great sigh. "Because I know that you're capable of keeping your mouth shut, the situation calls for someone who can do that. Less than twelve hours ago we experienced a... situation. One of our bases reported a sudden appearance of two Decepticons. We've never seen their archetypes nor do they look like any of the Decpticons we encountered over the years." There was the reason for all the weird priorities. "Meaning if the public thinks the Decepticons are back and they're stronger it'd cause a panic." Om pointed, "Now you get it, do you accept? You will be covered for all costs and paid generously." Marcus paused for a moment... "Yes I will, where's my RV?" Om grinned, " I had a feeling, meet up in the shoal zone at L4 in six hours, a Salamis Kai will be waiting for you."
Marcus cut the comm and began getting ready to move out. 'And just like that I'm off for what could be my last job.'
An hour later Marcus was in his old Zeon flight suit, the Zudah Abfanjager waiting in the nearly barren hangar. Marcus kicked off the railings to float up to the Zudah's monoeye. "Ready my old friend?" No response came from the Zudah. Marcus shook his head, getting into the cockpit, ready to head out.
"Here's hoping I didn't bite off more than I could." the Zudah flew out of the hangar, rocketing into space.
It was silent inside the outpost. but in a way, it was welcome. The outpost had been one of hundreds abandoned in the wake of the One Year War, even after seven years of searching the Earth Federation had only found roughly a fifth of these bases constructed either out of ship husks from the battle of Loum or Operation British, others were built into hollowed out asteroids once they were drained of all their mineral resources. For Marcus Jackson, his domicile was one of the latter. Using his mercenary pay and whatever he could scavenge from the various wrecks of his targets, Marcus was able to live a meager, if unfulfilled existence. He sat in the pilots lounge sipping a cup of coffee, reading news reports while he waited for his next job offer to arrive.
'Nothing much in the way of conflicts, things seem to really be dying down. All of the main Zeon forces retreated to Axis or Mars or Venus... Maybe it's time. Time to sell off the Abfan to Anaheim, get a pretty price for the bounty Anaheim had for a Zudah. I guess I could give this u-' His thoughts were interrupted by the chime of his comm.
"Huh? Priority transmission from... the Titans?" This couldn't have been right, anytime Marcus was hunting Zeon or Decepticon remnants, it always came from Federation Fleet HQ, not the Titans.
Opening the channel Marcus was greeted with the goggled tanned face of Bask Om, one of the highest ranking Titans members. While he couldn't tell the mans expression very well he got the feeling Om wasn't happy to be doing this. "As I understand it, you're the mercenary that's been active for almost four years." Marcus nodded, "You're correct Mr.Om." Bask's demeanor seemed to slightly relax, "Good. You come highly recommended to me from the Federation regulars, I'm contacting you because I've been told you're a person capable of discretion and that you've been able to not only track Decepticons, but kill them." Marcus kept a neutral expression outside, on the inside he was cringing. Yes he had killed Decepticons before, but they were low rankers, Bask was sounding like he wanted someone higher up killed. He'd still take the job, but he'd be in for a very tough job. "I have been able to kill Decepticons before yes, but this isn't something easily done." to Marcus' surprise Bask nodded, "I'm not asking you to do this alone, you'll be working with a Mobile Suit squad, they'll be at your disposal." This set off warning bells in Marcus' mind. "A squad? You're giving me an awful lot of Leeway here Om. I know there are more capable pilots out there and they're within your ranks, why come to me, a mercenary, off of the praise of some Federation officers." Bask heaved a great sigh. "Because I know that you're capable of keeping your mouth shut, the situation calls for someone who can do that. Less than twelve hours ago we experienced a... situation. One of our bases reported a sudden appearance of two Decepticons. We've never seen their archetypes nor do they look like any of the Decpticons we encountered over the years." There was the reason for all the weird priorities. "Meaning if the public thinks the Decepticons are back and they're stronger it'd cause a panic." Om pointed, "Now you get it, do you accept? You will be covered for all costs and paid generously." Marcus paused for a moment... "Yes I will, where's my RV?" Om grinned, " I had a feeling, meet up in the shoal zone at L4 in six hours, a Salamis Kai will be waiting for you."
Marcus cut the comm and began getting ready to move out. 'And just like that I'm off for what could be my last job.'
An hour later Marcus was in his old Zeon flight suit, the Zudah Abfanjager waiting in the nearly barren hangar. Marcus kicked off the railings to float up to the Zudah's monoeye. "Ready my old friend?" No response came from the Zudah. Marcus shook his head, getting into the cockpit, ready to head out.
"Here's hoping I didn't bite off more than I could." the Zudah flew out of the hangar, rocketing into space.
(OC Character)
Name: Marcus Jackson.
Gender: Male
Age:25
Height:5'10
Weight: 200lbs
Rank/Title: Lieutenant
Special: Mercenary.
Alignment:Neutral
Bio: A former Zeon Lieutenant who distinguished himself during Operation British, and later on transferred to the Zeon 603'rd test corps and becoming a pilot for the Zudah. Being one of the only pilots to actually use a Zudah without it's engine exploding on him, Marcus was picked to help test the Zudah's upgrade, the Zudah Abfangjäger. Days after he was transferred to Pezun, Zeon surrendered to the Federation and the Autobots. When the orders came down that all forces could either surrender to the Federation or flee to Axis, Marcus decided to instead steal the Zudah Abfangjäger and use it to become a Mercenary aiding either the Federation in cleaning up Zeon or assisting Zeon and Decepticon forces in their retreat to various safe zones. Marcus is considered an Ace Pilot comparable to Anavel Gato or Shin Matsunaga, and is specialized in high speed combat with an emphasis on hit and run attacks. Marcus views the Titans as a potential employer, though he will be extremely cautious in taking jobs from them.
Name: EMS-018 Zudah Abfangjäger
Type: Real Robot
Dimensions: 17.3 meters
Weight:61 metric tons
Strength: 26
Armor: 22
Firepower: 40
Performance: 48
Mobility:56
Energy Output:44
Sensors: 36
Description:Bearing a close similarity to the Original Zudah with the only real differences being the use of two smaller boosters on the backpack instead of the single oversized booster, an upgraded reactor capable of handling beam weaponry and a stronger shield. Though at the expense of armor on par with the Kampfer and very little in the way of physical strength, and limiting the amount of weaponry the Abfangjäger can carry.
Weapons:
1x Beam Saber
1x:Anti MS Shotgun
1x:Beam Smartgun/Machine Gun.
2x:Strumfaust missiles mounted on the shield.
Abilities:
Overboost: diverts power from the weaponry into the boosters, allowing the Zudah to double its already considerable speed for an extremely short amount of time.
Smart Targeting:A program built into the Zudahs Fire Control System that assists the Beam smartgun in ultra high speed combat, allowing for a quick lock on, however the system is very prone to crashing and at the longest has run for only a minute.
(Canon Character)
Name: Lockon Stratos (Neil Dylandy)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height:6' 0'
Weight: 147lbs
Rank/Title: Gundam Meister
Alignment: Hero
Special: Highly Talented Sniper both in a Mobile Suit and on foot.
Bio:Lockon Stratos, born Neil Dylandy, was born with his brother, Lyle, on 3 March UC 0054 to Owen and Lyndsay Dylandy. Beside having a twin brother, Neil also had a younger sister named Amy. The young Neil spent his childhood days in Ireland and grew up there surrounded by his loving family and friends. Neil's peaceful days continued up to his early teens; until that fateful day in UC 0065. Young Neil was with his parents and sister Amy for a family outing when the KPSA launched an attack on the recreational area where the Dylandys were at. The blast instantly killed Neil's parents and younger sister. Neil survived the explosion, as he was separated from his family at the time of the blast, but the incident left an emotional scar on Neil and the lost of his loved ones planted seeds of hatred within him against KPSA and terrorists in general. In UC 0078, Veda caught an eye on Neil's eligibility to become one of Celestial Being's Gundam Meisters and had Grave Violento scout on the young man. Grave noted about Neil's excellent marksmanship, friendly attitude and his distinct hate for terrorists. Neil was later invited into Celestial Being and accepted the role of a Gundam Meister. He was given the codename, Lockon Stratos, and the GN-002 Gundam Dynames to pilot. Bears a distinct hatred for Zeon, the Earth Federation, and the Decepticons, considers the Autobots to be on the right path but overall ineffective, and the Titans as nothing more than thugs with serious Ego issues.
Name: GN-0002 Dynames
Type: Real Robot
Dimensions:18.2 meters
Weight: 59.2 metric tons
Stats:
Strength:30
Armor: 52
Firepower: 56
Performance: 40
Mobility: 40
Energy Output: 50
Sensors: 30
Description:
Weapons:GN sniper rifle x 1
GN beam pistol x 2
GN shield x 1
GN full shield x 1
super substratospheric altitude gun x 1
GN beam saber x 2
GN missile x 24
Abilities:
Trans-Am system:Increases GN Drive Particle output by a magnitude of three, tinting the entire suit red allowing for increased performance. Can only be used in short bursts and once expired the suit will have 1/2 their original output and performance.
Name: Marcus Jackson.
Gender: Male
Age:25
Height:5'10
Weight: 200lbs
Rank/Title: Lieutenant
Special: Mercenary.
Alignment:Neutral
Bio: A former Zeon Lieutenant who distinguished himself during Operation British, and later on transferred to the Zeon 603'rd test corps and becoming a pilot for the Zudah. Being one of the only pilots to actually use a Zudah without it's engine exploding on him, Marcus was picked to help test the Zudah's upgrade, the Zudah Abfangjäger. Days after he was transferred to Pezun, Zeon surrendered to the Federation and the Autobots. When the orders came down that all forces could either surrender to the Federation or flee to Axis, Marcus decided to instead steal the Zudah Abfangjäger and use it to become a Mercenary aiding either the Federation in cleaning up Zeon or assisting Zeon and Decepticon forces in their retreat to various safe zones. Marcus is considered an Ace Pilot comparable to Anavel Gato or Shin Matsunaga, and is specialized in high speed combat with an emphasis on hit and run attacks. Marcus views the Titans as a potential employer, though he will be extremely cautious in taking jobs from them.
Name: EMS-018 Zudah Abfangjäger
Type: Real Robot
Dimensions: 17.3 meters
Weight:61 metric tons
Strength: 26
Armor: 22
Firepower: 40
Performance: 48
Mobility:56
Energy Output:44
Sensors: 36
Description:Bearing a close similarity to the Original Zudah with the only real differences being the use of two smaller boosters on the backpack instead of the single oversized booster, an upgraded reactor capable of handling beam weaponry and a stronger shield. Though at the expense of armor on par with the Kampfer and very little in the way of physical strength, and limiting the amount of weaponry the Abfangjäger can carry.
Weapons:
1x Beam Saber
1x:Anti MS Shotgun
1x:Beam Smartgun/Machine Gun.
2x:Strumfaust missiles mounted on the shield.
Abilities:
Overboost: diverts power from the weaponry into the boosters, allowing the Zudah to double its already considerable speed for an extremely short amount of time.
Smart Targeting:A program built into the Zudahs Fire Control System that assists the Beam smartgun in ultra high speed combat, allowing for a quick lock on, however the system is very prone to crashing and at the longest has run for only a minute.
(Canon Character)
Name: Lockon Stratos (Neil Dylandy)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height:6' 0'
Weight: 147lbs
Rank/Title: Gundam Meister
Alignment: Hero
Special: Highly Talented Sniper both in a Mobile Suit and on foot.
Bio:Lockon Stratos, born Neil Dylandy, was born with his brother, Lyle, on 3 March UC 0054 to Owen and Lyndsay Dylandy. Beside having a twin brother, Neil also had a younger sister named Amy. The young Neil spent his childhood days in Ireland and grew up there surrounded by his loving family and friends. Neil's peaceful days continued up to his early teens; until that fateful day in UC 0065. Young Neil was with his parents and sister Amy for a family outing when the KPSA launched an attack on the recreational area where the Dylandys were at. The blast instantly killed Neil's parents and younger sister. Neil survived the explosion, as he was separated from his family at the time of the blast, but the incident left an emotional scar on Neil and the lost of his loved ones planted seeds of hatred within him against KPSA and terrorists in general. In UC 0078, Veda caught an eye on Neil's eligibility to become one of Celestial Being's Gundam Meisters and had Grave Violento scout on the young man. Grave noted about Neil's excellent marksmanship, friendly attitude and his distinct hate for terrorists. Neil was later invited into Celestial Being and accepted the role of a Gundam Meister. He was given the codename, Lockon Stratos, and the GN-002 Gundam Dynames to pilot. Bears a distinct hatred for Zeon, the Earth Federation, and the Decepticons, considers the Autobots to be on the right path but overall ineffective, and the Titans as nothing more than thugs with serious Ego issues.
Name: GN-0002 Dynames
Type: Real Robot
Dimensions:18.2 meters
Weight: 59.2 metric tons
Stats:
Strength:30
Armor: 52
Firepower: 56
Performance: 40
Mobility: 40
Energy Output: 50
Sensors: 30
Description:
Weapons:GN sniper rifle x 1
GN beam pistol x 2
GN shield x 1
GN full shield x 1
super substratospheric altitude gun x 1
GN beam saber x 2
GN missile x 24
Abilities:
Trans-Am system:Increases GN Drive Particle output by a magnitude of three, tinting the entire suit red allowing for increased performance. Can only be used in short bursts and once expired the suit will have 1/2 their original output and performance.
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