Wes Shanks is your average marine and more. Chewed up by the gears of Basic and shat out into Grade A Soldier. Like a lot of soldiers, most of his time is spent either pumping iron or taking up a rifle in the shooting range. Guess which one he prefers. Bald head, you can blame the injections received in basic for that, some kind of side effect. He's of European decent, but has traces of Mexican in him. Also a tall bastard, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 240 lbs of muscle. That's not to say he's a stupid brute, he passed the exams, didn't he? Name: Shanks, Wes. Age: Thirty-two. Gender: XY Chromosomes. Callsign/Codename:Nickname/Alias: Brick. Kills: Twenty-three and a half. Don't ask about the half. It was pretty damn messy. Psychological Analysis: Borderline insane, but then again, you have to be a little insane to decide to pilot giant death mechas that fire bullets larger than your entire body. Years of infantry combat has led to him being very desensitized to combat in all its forms. Infantry is lying in the muck getting shot at, MAS combat is just hoping the bucket of rust you're sitting in doesn't explode, and space combat is sitting on your ass while the only hint of fighting is the reverberations of explosions throughout the ship. So he's a little insensitive when it comes to things. Curses like a sailor, farts like one too. Despises the brass and their suicide missions, despises the LT's and their prissy attitude, and despises a lot of other soldiers for being pussies. Still, he's not a complete asshole. He's got a fair bit of friendliness in him. Join him for a few rounds of drinks and you'll get to know him better. Oh, and don't let him drink too much or he'll have to get a new liver. Flash cloning is damn expensive and the UEE barely pays for that. Military Record: Wes Shanks came into this world, oh, around thirty two years ago on the planet of Mars. Born and raised by an equally assholish dad, the two got along fairly well surprisingly. Mother ran out, likely because she was a whore, but at least dear old Dad didn't toss Wes out into the dumpster. Father happened to have a decent job as an amateur Boxer. The man never got past amateur status, but that didn't stop him from raising Wes as best he could. At around eighteen, Wes decided to take up the same job as his papa, going into amateur boxing like a lightning bolt. Probably one of the best amateur sluggers on the Eden continent. Making up for his lack of dexterity and finesse by just punching the shit out of stuff, and in return, taking hits like a champ, he made it pretty well, almost making it past his dad and getting into a professional stint Earth side. Until someone died. Oddly enough, Wes didn't feel much about it. The kid he fought was an skinny out-fighter, and an annoying one at that. Wes had feigned a hit and the kid went for it, not noticing the full powered slug heading straight for his skull. Wes broke his hand. The kid broke his brain. The kid went into a coma and died five minutes later, all of his pink brain juice leaking out of a fracture in his skull. Just like that, Wes' career was basically over. The UEE gave him a choice. Either go into a trial for manslaughter or join the military. Let's just say things went well for Wes. He fought in multiple engagements, most noticeably the invasion of Terra-Firma when Wes mounted an abandoned tank by himself and fended off a swarm of rebel fighters while his squad retreated. Wes had barely passed the tests for driving a tank (couldn't get over the face that there was eight pedals, but only four directions) but somehow managed to get the thing to act as a shield for a wave of arms fire and blowing a bunch of them sky high with the gun. They decided to give him a fancy dancy metal which he never shows off, and a chance to mount up for some MAS combat. He passed the tests (some might think he cheated but he'll punch them in the face) and got to work in more fighting. His current MAS is somewhat of a custom job he's been working on. As for his experience in the 7th Team, Wes has only recently joined. Maybe about half a year has he been on board, if not a little less. Equipment: A gun. A semi-automatic handgun kept loaded at all times. Oh, and a stash of junk food kept hidden behind a panel. You wouldn't believe how quick rations get old. A tool kit in the back, with plasma welders and pneumatic wrenches to repair bits and bobbles of his MAS when topside.

Nicknamed 'Disposal' from the old bulky 20th century bomb disposal suits, Wes enjoys his machine very well. Standing at /51/ feet, the machine is classified as a heavy MAS. It features a bipedal design with a focus on core protection, with the majory of its heavy plating on its center of mass. Doesn't have a head, which has proved slightly more effective against assholes who only go for headshots. The MAS has only recently been claimed by Wes, but it still sports battle scars and explosive residue from the few battles Wes has used it in. Designation: B15-7 Mk.II - P - 'Disposal' Role: General head to head combat, with a focus on tanking enemy fire and posing a distraction. Chassis: Heavy. Weapons Guy. Engine: Hexa-Core Power Systems. That's six cores. Operating Time: Ten hours of energy. Description: Disposal focuses less on sheer firepower and more on being able to jump into combat and fight. With less bulkiness and more overall flexibility, the MAS can manage to keep up with medium level mechs and stay on their playing field of maneuverability. This all comes at a cost of less armor overall and less guns. Think of it as sort of a mix between a heavy and a medium MAS. The problem with said prototype is its sheer lack of offensive capabilities when compared to a Heavy. Disposal only sports a main gun and a set of missiles to launch. It makes up for this in the fact that it can punch shit really well, sporting a pneumatic punching system of sorts on the left arm. Equipped with a Tesla Drive, the MAS can even fly. Systems: Heavy Alloy Plating - 7 WT 0 PWR. Shield Class Four - 5 WT 10 PWR. -~- Heavy P43e GAW - Ballistic 5 WT 2 PWR. An enhanced ballistic weapon, sticking to the design of 'more bullets = awesome'. Capable of up to 1500 rounds per minute, the gatling gun fires a massive caliber of bullets that fill the air with lead. Literally. Fires 30mm ammunition with a four hundred round clip and holds around 1500 rounds in total. ERB Shoulder Mounted Surface to Surface Missile Launcher - 3 WT 2 PWR. A shoulder mounted dumbfire rocket system capable of holding a set of twelve rockets, reloading after three shots. The payload on those babies is pretty high, too. Reloaded through mechanisms in the shoulder, the rockets are typically fired at enemy MAS ERB Top Mounted Surface to Air Missile Launcher - 1 WT 1 PWER. While less powerful than the shoulder mounted missile launcher, the surface to air missiles have locking targeting procedures so you can take out those pesky fliers. Usually one or two can take out a Light MAS if you get a lucky shot in, and it only holds four rockets in total. MAS High Power Pneumatic Driven Fist - 5 WT. Powered by literal tons of pressure, the fists are made up of a reinforced system that uses intense amounts of pressure that can smash other MAS To bits. While his left hand is free and open to punch shit, his right is encased by the GAW. It comes at the disadvantage of tossing away the GAW to be able to punch twice the shit, and also requires that Wes or a squadmate grab the weapon if they wish to reattach it back on board the ship. -~- Tesla Drive - 7 PWR. Improved Dexterity System - 4 WT 3 PWR. Being a prototype, Disposal has its hands on a rather intricate system designed for the next level of MAS. Cutting back on the firepower and using more power has allowed the Heavy chassis to be feasible in melee combat. While certainly not as fast as a light MAS, it can hold its ground while other heavy mechs simply lumber around and soak up the damage.

"One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one." - Agatha Christie Name: Williams, Ariana Age: 22 Gender: Female Callsign/Codename: N/A Kills: 0 Psychological Analysis: Ariana, though she'll implore you to call her Ari, is as easy going as you are likely to find in the military. She doesn't drink, smoke, or lose herself in any of the other vices available to a soldier or pilot. She brings an almost uncharacteristic innocence to the team, being almost blind to the ways of war. As a result, however, she has a sort of assured confidence in her abilities and suit that differs from the veterans. Unlike them, and their experience and faith in that experience, she has the blind faith of a child, faith in her training and resolve. If you are off duty with her, it won't be too hard to poke at the inexperienced plot. She is easily flustered as, despite her age, she is still about as experienced in most matters as she was at age 13. She'll fuss over her teammates, and their vices, with the nagging persistence of a little sister. Like a sister, she is deeply protective on and off the field, her ability to follow through on this protective instinct notwithstanding. All in all, she cuts an almost child-like personality with the efficiency of a well-trained pilot, for an intelligent, fast acting, though emotionally fragile, soldier. Military Record: Growing up, her dad was a member of the the UEE Air Force, flying an Aerospace fighter. Her mother, however, was a gentle woman who owned a store. So, she was steered through high-school in an interesting way, with equally military and non-military swaying. In high school, she was soon overtaken by a variety of different cultures, from anime to distance running. So, graduating early at age 17, the young prodigy went to college, and studied Aeronautical Engineering, with a minor in Japanese due to her guilty pleasure of watching Anime. She graduated, again early, at age 20, a 4 year degree in 3 years, in an almost unheard of feat. Then, when the news of renewed conflict reached her, she couldn't help but want to protect her nation. When she signed up for the UEE, she was first to be trained as an Aeronautical Engineer, to help maintain and modify existing air frames. However, when a call for volunteers for the MAS program went out, Ariana was swift to volunteer, immensely fascinated by their functioning. So, when training began and she found herself alongside battle-hardened Aerospace pilots, many expected her to fail. However, she didn't, and instead flourished in the mentally and physically demanding course. By the time training was over, she was at the very top of her class, surprising all. She was the top scorer in the simulations, outdoing even her instructors. However, after graduating, she wasn't sent to combat like many thought she would. Instead, she went on to receive specialized training as a pilot, in multiple fields. Advanced Survival courses, High G-Maneuver courses and Heavy Weapons training rendered her an incredibly well rounded individual, in and out of her MAS. However, as a result, she was 22 and still hadn't ever been in a real combat situation. An untested, if not very well qualified pilot. She was shipped off to the 101st, due to her high scores and qualifications and assigned to the 7th MAS team recently. This was done partially because she did have the scores to ride with the squad, but also partially to allow the scarred veterans of the team to take care of the younger pilot, so she can live long enough to reach her potential. Equipment: One .45 Service pistol, .223 Survival Rifle stowed in her MAS cockpit, survival kit stowed alongside it consisting of basic first-aid kit, survival knife, and compass.

Designation:FTX-003 Sparrow MkIIIb C (Custom) - Redsignated 'Astelion' by engineering crew and squadron Role:Rapid Assault Chassis:Light Engine:Improved Tri-Core Engine 20 Power Operating Time:8 Hours Description: A heavily customized Sparrow-B unit flown by former 7th MAS Team leader Tori Astelion, the unit was reclaimed and redesignated 'Astelion' following her death. Customized to reach top speeds over that of a standard Sparrow, as well as doubling its maneuvering capabilities, the versatile Astelion performs adequately at all engagement ranges, with an emphasis on movement speed. Systems: Improved Reactor Output. 3 WT +5 PWR - A high end customization used by pilots. Using efficient parts and techniques, this upgrade allows MAS's to add an additional +5 PWR to their generator output. However, this improved reactor requires pilots to reduce the load on their units to prevent damage to the MAS, and costs 3 WT X-50 Plasma Booster. 7 WT 11 PWR. - A plasma-based weapon mounted on the Astelion's shoulders, custom designed by Tori Astelion herself, the X-50 is a dual purpose plasma weapon and booster unit. Enabling rapid acceleration, the X-50 allows the Astelion to reach its Mach 1 maneuvering speed in seconds, and allows for a maximum speed of 1250 mph. As a weapon, it fires twin blasts of deadly plasma bolts from its orange 'capacitors', which open to reveal its weapon barrels. The Astelion cannot fire the X-50 and use it to maneuver at the same time. 'Cyclops' Point Defense Laser 0 WT 2 PWR. - Functioning as the Astelion's 'eyes' the Cyclops serves as a multi purpose camera feed interface, as well as a powerful point defense laser, providing it with anti-personnel and missile defense. Triple barreled Arm Autocannon 1 WT 0 PWR. - An arm mounted three-barreled autocannon firing 30mm Armor Piercing rounds from an internal 480 round magazine and a 900 rounds per minute rate of fire. Countermeasure System. 0 WT 0 Power. - The Astelion relies on a combination of speed, maneuverability, and countermeasures to avoid missiles. Forearm/knee Daggers. 1 WT 0 PWR - A pair of small blades extending from the Astelion's forearms and shins to give it melee potential. Custom tailored to have serrated straight edges by Astelion. Class 1 Shield Generator. 3 WT 3 PWR. - A small shield generator provides the Sparrow with the minimum military grade defense system.

Name: Marquis, Alexis Age: 25 Gender: Female Nicknames: Fox, Young'n Kills: 32 MAS 1 Coalition Battleship Psychological Analysis: Captain Marquis is a proud individual who is deserving of her rank. She is strategically capable and inspiring to her crew. Alexis takes a liking to ancient Roman texts, learning what she can from their strategies and how their generals commanded so much respect from their men. Alexis is aware of her age and she knows it bothers some of the older crew members aboard her ship that she is in charge, she tries her best to appease them through being good to her crew and surprising them with her tactical ability. On duty, she is quick and on point with her orders. Off duty, the young captain tries to spend time with her crew, be it her officers or the engineers in the lower decks that are rarely graced with a captain's presence. She respects those who have served longer than she has, and often finds herself coming to them for advice on certain things and learning from their experiences she hasn't shared with them. In some cases, Alexis will even take to a MAS and fight with the grunts, leaving the ship in the capable hands of her XO, a man of longer service and a close friend to her. Military Record: Starting her service in officer training elevated Alexis Marquis to high ranks quickly. Instead of fighting in the trenches as a grunt, she was behind a desk learning battle tactics. Once she was finished with school, Alexis was put in command of a MAS platoon. Her subordinates looked down on her, a green as grass officer who was given the reigns following the death of the platoon's previous leader. While most of the platoon were veteran pilots, coming up to middle age, Alexis was a twenty-one year old who had never seen combat. The three months before their first engagement was nothing but insubordination and disrespect. But when the first engagement happened, Alexis was quickly accepted as their platoon leader. The ship the platoon was attached to, a Liberator class carrier known as the Abraham Lincoln, was caught in a solar flare. Where ships are usually protected by flares, there was a failure in the shielding that the engineers had been working on, it wasn't fast enough. The Lincoln blacked out. And if things weren't bad enough, it was just in time for a Coalition strike group to jump into the system. They were given warning thanks to a listening post on the edge of the system, and had prepared whatever systems they could get back online in time. When the flare struck, the Liberator was patrolling an asteroid belt and investigating a strange signal coming from one of the planetoids in the belt. The asteroid belt gave the Sentinel some advantageous cover and the planetoid's ghost signal was overpowering that of the Sentinel's failed systems. They were invisible to Coalition sensors, and it was Alexis who had pointed it out. The initial captain of the ship was surprised that he didn't see that, and quickly started to form a plan with his officers. They had only hours before the strike group was in range. The Lincoln had a MAS compliment, carrying two platoons and a scout squadron consisting of retrofitted space fighters. The benefit to the old SF's were that they produced a very small signature, so they were able to get close to the strike group to analyze their composition. A battleship, accompanied by two destroyers and four frigates. Marquis and her platoon were deployed to dig in on some asteroids, using deep craters as pseudo trenches for the MAS units. As they strike group came closer, Marquis realized that their signatures would give away not only their position, but that of the Lincoln's as well, and the group was headed straight for them. Marquis ordered her platoon to power down completely, and urged the other platoon leader to do the same. When the strike group was in range, the Lincoln and its MAS units remained quiet. They waited until the small fleet was in the asteroid belt, making it difficult to target and maneuver. Once they were in, the MAS units powered up and shot at the exposed engines of the coalition ships. With their maneuverability crippled, they used their vector thrusts to attempt to dodge the asteroids. The impacts were enough to draw power from their shields, exposing the Sentinel's now online weapon systems to open up on the crippled targets. One of the destroyers and all of the frigates were lost in a devastating pincer attack from MAS and carrier. The coalition battleship attempted to align its main forward gun on the Lincoln, but the asteroids were making it difficult to line everything up. A few impacts on the starboard side damaged a number of its weapon systems and threw the large ship into a slow but sure spin. Marquis and her MAS units took advantage of the weaker side of the ship and make an attack run with anti-ship bombs, piercing the ablative armor and sturdier armor underneath. Alexis landed on the hull of the battle ship and planted an anti-capital charge in the breach, splitting the ship in two and leaving only a single destroyer left as victims to the assault. The other platoon boarded the destroyer through its small hangar bay and held it while the Lincoln sent dropships with marines to capture the vessel. Despite the handicaps on the Lincoln, Alexis's quick thinking to form an ambush garnered a decisive victory. Her platoon had fallen in line after witnessing her ability to take charge of the combat space. After three and a half years of service with the Abraham Lincoln, and thirty-two personal MAS kills along with the glory of a battleship kill, Alexis was destined for a higher level of command. When the captain of the Lincoln was promoted to desk duty, Alexis was given the position. She was a young captain, and even though her tactical insight led to a number of victories, many of the long time crew of the ship still thought she came into command of the carrier too soon. Alexis spent that last six months trying to earn their favor. While she has made enough progress to have a ship running at full capacity, she still has a ways to go before victories are celebrated in her name. It has been difficult, as the carrier was assigned to guarding the rear lines, away from combat. But now the ship has been charged with a much greater task, and Captain Alexis Marquis has in full confidence that her crew and new additions like the reputable Mr. McKnight can pull through with the objective.

The Battle-carrier Abraham Lincoln 'Pretia libertatis est lex' Developed by Mars Clipper Ships, the Liberator class was the civilian company's first entry into Military contracting. Previously renowned for quality civilian vessels, including bulk freighters and passenger liners, a bid issued by the Naval Procurement department called for a 'rugged, reliable carrier capable of staying on station for up to six months with sufficient firepower to intimidate pirates and ward of another major power.' Of the several designs submitted, only the Liberator was accepted, with the first of the class, the EENS Liberator, being produced at Phobos station. Over the next decade twenty of the class would be produced for the EENS Navy and distributed to border worlds and disputed territories. The ship has served admirably, with the class being refitted with newly developed technology last year to bring it up to front line standards, especially to keep pace with the development of Mobile Armour suit technologies The centre and heart of the Liberator Class is its Toyama Fusion Reactor. With deuterium tankage for three months, tied to an efficient mag-grav sweep system, the Toyama can sustain The Liberator for 12 months of minimal activity before fuel reserves will run low. At that point, it can refuel from any planet with a hydrogen/helium rich atmosphere using the 'drag scoop' maneuver to skim the atmosphere for fuel. Aft of the reactor section and the tankage is the ships Impellor drive, rated for 2.3G of continuous acceleration, though fleet trials have pushed this to 2.6G with a low payload mass. The drive section can also deploy solar panels to provide additional power when in range of a star. Nestled between the Impellor drive and the Reactor is the ships Kearnsky-Fuchida Warp drive. By bridging two points in space the drive can near instantaneously move the Liberator up to 50 light years. This requires significant charging, with a jump delay of 48 hours, slightly slower than the fleet norm, which is currently 42 for most cruisers and battleships. Fore of the drive and engineering spaces is the Docking Collar. Equipped to handle up to 4 destroyers, the Docking collar allows the Liberator to bring 'Tag along' ships which lack jump drives of their own. Standard UES doctrine is to pair the Liberator with a squadron of four Dervish Class Destroyers. this feature is less used now that MAS technology is proliferating After the docking collar comes the ships cavernous flight deck. Equipped to handle several dozen small craft, the Flight deck also houses the Marine Barracks, the crew quarters and the launch bays for ten Mobile Armour Suits. Finally, the CiC is located deep in the guts of the Liberator, behind sheets of shielding and redundant systems. Originally equipped to drive of lightly equipped raiders and support fleet actions, the Liberator Class was, but more than capable of demolishing any smaller ship it happens across. With the advent of MAS technology, it became apparent that different weapons where needed. The weapons of the Liberator Class where redesigned to give maximum defense against MAS strikes, though the best defense for any capital ship is its own MAS escort. Mounted on the dorsal line and powered by its own reactor and capacitor system, the Abraham Lincoln mounts a Pulsed Plasma Gravity Braid Cannon. Known by the crew as the 'wave motion gun', (all attempts at coming up with a clever acronym or backronym failed), this weapon fires a massive plasma blast wrapped in a braid of artificial gravity, allowing it to overwhelm energy shields at incredible distances. It is limited by the need to be pointing directly at its target, which means the ship must be pointing directly at its target, and an agonizingly slow recharge time of a minute. Four Armstad missile bays carry 50 anti capital missiles each, supplementing the main gun. With a secondary magazine located in the hold holding another 200, the ship has enough missiles for 5 minutes of sustained fire. These missiles are remote piloted by operators in the CiC, but can revert to on-board guiding if they are jammed. Configurable for a variety of targets, these missiles are also the primary means of attacking a surface target the Liberator Class has. These missiles can also be 'passed' to MAS units, who can control them to support their own attacks. Along the both the port and starboard lines of the ship, are 10 dual barreled turrets- for a total of 20 turrets- mounting Heavy Capital Class Laser Cannons suffice to ward off close range attackers, as well as lighter ships, though a heavier capital ship or true battleship will easily muscle through that fire. These weapons also provide port/starboard coverage against MAS attack, but can be overwhelmed or avoided by a determined or skilled attacker. Along the bow of the ship, is a line of three twin barreled Mass Driver Cannons, serving as the ship's primary anti-ship weapon, aside from its own MAS compliment. These rail based turrets launch large caliber shells of varying types and are capable of hitting large targets at great distances. These cannons can also be used for orbital bombardments, but due to their size, power and position on the top of the ship, cannot be fired in-atmosphere. Finally, the Liberator mounts a staggering 200 heavy rail cannons in 50 four gun 'ball' turrets. Designed for AA work and interception, these designs provide a murderous hail of tungsten slugs designed to fill local space around the Liberator class with an expanding 'cone of death', that should shred any missile or drive off any MAS that gets under the laser cannons coverage. Along with the aforementioned rail cannons, the ship mounts over a meter of Durralex Ferro-fibrious armour plate, reinforced with Cobblestone Reaction ceramic ablative plate. Able to withstand direct hits from nuclear weapons, the Cobblestone is a more recent addition as part of the last round of upgrades, and detrimentally affected the ship's handling. To quote one Commander 'She handled like an iron bathtub full of water before. Now she handles like an iron bathtub full of concrete, covered in grease'. ECW defence includes several dedicated ECM defence nodes, located in a ring with the docking collars. Finally, a powerful reflex shield allows the ship to deflect laser and and small amounts of plasma attacks. Like all capital ships of her size and construction, the greatest threats come from bigger, meaner capital ships, concentrated attack by destroyers or close range 'skin dancing' attacks by MAS's. A MAS penetrating into the ships internal engineering spaces could destroy the Abraham Lincoln in one attack, which is why the ships designers have worked extra hard to prevent such a thing occurring. Both the Empire and Coalition are following a similar design ethos: Increasingly, newer ships are heavily defended and designed to support MAS operations, rather than engage in capital ship combat themselves. The flight deck and associated hanger bays have stowage for over 50 small craft of various types. Currently, the Abraham Lincoln carries a squadron of 12 AS-18 Naginata Aerospace fighters, a squadron of 12 H-12 'Zero' Aerospace bombers, and 12 XXXL-12 'Albatross' orbital Gunships for marine deployment. Fighters are deployed via magnetic catapult and can be recovered using the same equipment. The ship also carries four shuttles for general shipping duties, one bulk lifter and 18 repair craft. 6 T-88 Toad class scout ships round out the ships compliment. Finally, the ship mounts 12 MAS repair, recovery and refit bays (Triple R Bays) on external rails. The Triple R bays can be retracted into the pressure hull after recovering or deploying their MAS occupants. The ships company runs to 2400 over all ranks and specializations, including a dedicated security detachment. The airwing has a compliment of 1000, and the Marine Battalion aboard numbers 800. A normal deployment would accompany the ship with four Frigates, or a pair of destroyers with up to another 200 marines spread across those ships to form a distributed regiment. The ships computer systems are managed by Mary-Ann, a gestalt LV 2 Virtual intelligence. Not true AI, she instead is an exceptionable personable interface program designed to ease crew interactions with the ships systems, function as a organizer and statistician, and provide ready advice and information for the command crew. Capable of independent management of many of the ships defensive systems and day-to-day management of the ships immediate Battlespace, she is designed to both take, interpret and redistribute orders. When designing the Liberator Class, Mars Clipper ships took the design requirement of 'tough' to heart. Designed with multiple redundant systems, thick armour plating both internal and external, and excellent damage control measures, it is not unknown for the Liberator Class to take a ferocious pounding and emerge intact, if not unscathed. In one particularly famous example, the Winston Churchill was ambushed by belt pirates and attacked with five limpet nukes. Despite the collapse of one flight deck and the loss of half her tankage, and the exposing of her engineering spaces to vacuum, the ship was able to fight her way clear and summon assistance. She was rebuilt and re-deployed within 3 months of the incident. The one place the ship falls down is crew comforts. With survivability and endurance as key priorities, crew comforts came a distant third. As most of these ships are designed to garrison frontier worlds with atmospheres, it was expected that the crews would have access to ground-side facilities to stretch their legs and use their R&R time. The ships compliment of light craft are often busily employed shuttling crew on furlough between the ship and any local civilian port. A long deployment far from friendly bases could see morale suffer. Length: 1021m Width: 330m Depth: 330m Mass: 196,000,000 metric tons Crew Compliment: 3600 Jump Range: 50 light years Jump delay: 48 hours Endurance: 6 months

August has the figure and general physique of a career military man. Standing at 5'11" and 145lbs, being mostly muscle he is a lean and fit predator. His eyes which were once a bright and inquisitive grey had dulled with age and experience. His body is not without its blemishes as his nose looks a little crooked and his body is covered with war scars as a well used mech would be covered in blast marks. On active duty when he does not have time for regular maintenance, a grizzled beard slowly takes place upon his face. Name: Trapp, August Johannes Age: 35 Gender: Male Callsign: Odin Kills: 50 Psychological Analysis: History: Equipment: Service Pistol, Dog tags, survival knife, one week's supply of field rations stored in cockpit, and a hula girl to go on his dash. Mech: Due to the abruptness of the position, and the loss of his former Mech in active duty. Trapp will be currently using a standard PTX-051 at the start of the mission.