CaptainBritton

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Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

As the situation ignited both figuratively and literally, the wanton destruction which erupted left Putnam in shock. His jaw dropped and eyes widened, his hands tensing on the controls, idly easing out of his heading as to not cause him to push back into his seat violently. Blinking rapidly, he traced the seam lines of his 360 monitor with his bright blues. A bright blinding light of pink-red sailed off to his right, rattling the cockpit with its force, marking out his target.

"Titch to all, acquired one times bogey, breaking off to run interference." He called his target as if he'd done it a thousand times before, but his voice twinged as he pulled the yoke, breaking off from the formation.

His other hand drifted to the digital display screens set front and to the left and right of the stick. Glancing down, and with two button presses, the display lit up with the code 'IR-MSL - 4/4'. Gripping at the second stick now, Putnam jinked the frame of his Jesta around to throw off incoming fire, with another beam shot going wide, this time off his left. The shoulder shield mounted on the suit's left shoulder broke loose on one end with some movement of the leftmost stick, and exposed the missile pods buried within.

Aligning the shield, a reticle of green formed on the front of the 360 monitor, and an idle beeping tone filled Putnam's ears, the reticle drifting, settling, shrinking. The tone screamed now, a solid yell inside the cockpit.

"I've got a tone! Fox two!" Titch cried, depressing the trigger on the stick, releasing two missiles.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Putnam balanced himself along the railing overlooking the mobile suit bay, whistling quietly behind the polarized glass of his normal suit's helmet. His hands white-knuckled the railing, he glanced over the gathered suits, among them his Jesta. Sure, it'd been nearly three years since his last combat sortie, but he'd kept in practice, live fires and all with this new monster of an escort suit. Yet, was this anxiety he was feeling? His expression hardened as he flung himself over, his momentum carrying him towards his suit. Digging in his hard-sole boots on the exterior, he grabbed at the hand-holds on the extended canopy door, staring in towards the MS electronics tech (MET) and Putnam's chosen suit chief, Petty Officer Arstrand, strapped down in the seat, tablet jacked into the instruments console.

"We all good here, Mads?"
"Yeah, you shouldn't have a problem with that APU switch sticking now. All yours, Titch." The MET spoke up with a thick Dutch accent, pushing off the seat and passing by Putnam with a graceful slide.
"Good shit. That's why you're my fuckin' SC, eh?" He grinned to the tech as he floated off.
"You know it."

Slipping into the cockpit, Putnam made for the seat. One strap down, another strap down, locked in the three-point clip centered on his sternum. His fingers went to the respective switch consoles on either side of his seat's cushion, a complex startup procedure which ended with the 360-degree monitors flaring to life. Lastly, with a fidget of a dial, Black Thorn's call came in.

"Yeah, this is Titch. Final checks showing everything green, taking third in catapult pattern, boss."

And as he called, his suit's locks disengaged. A clear from the air boss and his cold-gas vernier thrusters carried him to a standstill. He listened in to the comms. Suit one away. Two is on the catapult, suit two is away. His turn. Pressing the appropriate stick forward, his suit stepped up to the catapult shuttle. Two mechanical arms on each side offered the weapons of choice, the Jesta's high-powered beam rifle, matched with an anti-beam treated shield for the opposing arm. The two main thrusters on the Jesta's back flared with blue flame, at full power.

"Titch, launching."

All at once, Putnam was pressed into the back of his seat with great force. His hands stayed glued to the seat-mounted handholds as his suit was flung clear by the catapult. One hundred meters out, two hundred meters out, now three hundred, and his hands drifted down to the controls. He performed a wide angle clearing turn, coming up on the lead suit's left, and eventually then on the left side of their objective, the shuttle.

Thoughts raced in his head as his eyes traced the instruments panel, looking for any sort of Minovsky particle disruption of his sensors. Nothing.

"This is Titch, in holding pattern off the port side of objective vessel. Nothing sighted, keeping eyes peeled."

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Putnam

Name: James Bayer Putnam
Nickname: Put (pronounced putt, as in golf putt), callsign Titch
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Social Status: Spacenoid
Rank: E-5 / Petty Officer Second Class (PO2)
Appearance:
Putnam is a 5’11” broad-shouldered Spacer, reasonably built but focused more on tone rather than mass in the muscles, which are more built along the core, upper body, and legs. His hair is a darker sandy blonde, matched with two pale blue eyes and a wide jaw line. His hair is styled short and well in regulation, matched with a patch of stubble of varying length. His nose is slightly crooked, with signs of former blunt force trauma, and a tattoo of the Earth Federation star in black on the upper left of his back.
Mobile Suit: Formerly a Jegan-D, but now retrained on a RGM-96X Jesta in order to keep up with high performance and waverider MS.
Positive Personality traits:

• Mellow
• Honest
• Reliable
• Dutiful
• Trusting

Negative Personality traits:

• Sarcastic
• Vulgar
• Tactless
• Predictable
• Impatient

Biography:
Putnam was born in 0068 on the colony Nassau, part of Side 4. A victim of the Thunderbolt Sector, Putnam (then 11 years old) and his family were evacuated with the rest of Nassau during the One Week Battle, then resettled on Side 1. The evacuation and destruction of Nassau followed by the enlistment and even conscription of older members of his community (leading to the death of most during the battles for the Thunderbolt Sector) left a major mark on Putnam’s psyche, leading him to himself enlist in 0086, being trained as a mobile suit pilot in the EFSF.

Piloting a GM III throughout the First Neo Zeon war, his service record was largely without distinction, credited with three kills and seven assists throughout his deployment. Assigned thereafter to the Alexandria-class cruiser Actium, Putnam flew peacetime sorties with the 88th Fleet. During the Second Neo Zeon War, Putnam was scrambled along with the rest of the 88th to assist Londo Bell at the Battle of Axis. During the fighting, he earned ace-in-a-day status, downing five suits and getting credited for nine assists.

Thereafter he remained with the 88th Fleet, upgrading to a Jegan and performing sorties against Sleeves hit-and-run attacks, notably being assigned to maintain the quarantine of Industrial 7 during the Third Neo Zeon war, although seeing no actual combat. In the aftermath of the Laplace Incident, he and most other present pilots were grounded and rigorously evaluated, relegated to garrison duties in the meantime. During his evaluation period, Putnam was handpicked by the special operations unit Anthem.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

Putnam

Name: James Bayer Putnam
Nickname: Put (pronounced putt, as in golf putt), callsign Titch
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Social Status: Spacenoid
Rank: E-5 / Petty Officer Second Class (PO2)
Appearance:
Putnam is a 5’11” broad-shouldered Spacer, reasonably built but focused more on tone rather than mass in the muscles, which are more built along the core, upper body, and legs. His hair is a darker sandy blonde, matched with two pale blue eyes and a wide jaw line. His hair is styled short and well in regulation, matched with a patch of stubble of varying length. His nose is slightly crooked, with signs of former blunt force trauma, and a tattoo of the Earth Federation star in black on the upper left of his back.
Mobile Suit: Formerly a Jegan-D, but now retrained on a RGM-96X Jesta in order to keep up with high performance and waverider MS.
Positive Personality traits:

• Mellow
• Honest
• Reliable
• Dutiful
• Trusting

Negative Personality traits:

• Sarcastic
• Vulgar
• Tactless
• Predictable
• Impatient

Biography:
Putnam was born in 0068 on the colony Nassau, part of Side 4. A victim of the Thunderbolt Sector, Putnam (then 11 years old) and his family were evacuated with the rest of Nassau during the One Week Battle, then resettled on Side 1. The evacuation and destruction of Nassau followed by the enlistment and even conscription of older members of his community (leading to the death of most during the battles for the Thunderbolt Sector) left a major mark on Putnam’s psyche, leading him to himself enlist in 0086, being trained as a mobile suit pilot in the EFSF.

Piloting a GM III throughout the First Neo Zeon war, his service record was largely without distinction, credited with three kills and seven assists throughout his deployment. Assigned thereafter to the Alexandria-class cruiser Actium, Putnam flew peacetime sorties with the 88th Fleet. During the Second Neo Zeon War, Putnam was scrambled along with the rest of the 88th to assist Londo Bell at the Battle of Axis. During the fighting, he earned ace-in-a-day status, downing five suits and getting credited for nine assists.

Thereafter he remained with the 88th Fleet, upgrading to a Jegan and performing sorties against Sleeves hit-and-run attacks, notably being assigned to maintain the quarantine of Industrial 7 during the Third Neo Zeon war, although seeing no actual combat. In the aftermath of the Laplace Incident, he and most other present pilots were grounded and rigorously evaluated, relegated to garrison duties in the meantime. During his evaluation period, Putnam was handpicked by the special operations unit Anthem.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Anthem - CLOSED, due to drop outs

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Mobile Suit Gundam: Another Universal Century

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Der Bundeskrieg

"Bets? No way." Willi laughed quietly as he turned to meet the Leutnant. "Only bets I'm making is who can stay standing at the end of the night!" He chuckled, shedding his peacoat and shoving his gloves into one of the pockets, handing the thing off to a servant, fumbling his glasses case in his hands idly as he walked.

"My word, Wernher, they give you shipping orders to come all the way out here?" He was referring obviously to the uniform getup he'd elected to wear. "You look ready to whip those Southern dummkopfs right here and now!" It was good to be back. Tecklenburg couldn't compare to this kind of company.

Note to the others, Willi's accent is extremely grating to those not used to it. It was a nasally tone and painfully obvious that he was from the Rhineland. Not that many cared. Perhaps his Catholicism would be more of a point of contention here.

Der Bundeskrieg

I've made a very barebones order of battle for the division that the 1. Grenadiers are part of.

1. Division

1. Division, I Korps, Preußische Armee

1. Infanterie-Brigade
Nr. 1 (1. Ostpreußisches) Grenadier-Regiment “Kronprinz”
Nr. 41 (5. Ostpreußisches) Infanterie-Regiment “von Boyen”

2. Infanterie-Brigade
Nr. 3 (2. Ostpreußisches) Grenadier-Regiment “Friedrich Wilhelm I”
Nr. 43 (6. Ostpreußisches) Infanterie-Regiment “Herzog von Mecklenburg”

Feldartillerie Brigade
Nr. 16 (1. Ostpreußisches) Feldartillerie-Regiment
Nr. 52 (2. Ostpreußisches) Feldartillerie-Regiment

Kavallerie-Brigade
Nr. 3 Kürassier-Regiment “Graf Wrangel”
Nr. 8 Ulanen-Regiment “Graf zu Dohna”

Support Assets
1. Division Headquarters
- Generalmajor, Commanding
1. Medizin-Kompanie (Mobile Surgical Hospital)
1. Kompanie/1. Feldtelefon-Bataillon
1. Kompanie/Nr. 1 Pionier-Bataillon “Prinz Radziwill”
1. Kompanie/Nr. 1 Transport-Bataillon

Der Bundeskrieg

Willie

Wilhelm “Willie” Malte von Tecklenburg
Born in Tecklenburg, Westphalia, Das Fürstentum Rheinland
January 19th, 1884

Wilhelm was the eldest grandson of the Waldgraf (Count) Nikolaus VI von Tecklenburg. Son to the Count’s middle child, Wilhelm spent his adolescence in the confines of the Castle Tecklenburg overlooking the Teutoburg Forest. His father oversaw the lumber mills and public works constructions within the County, an architect by trade, and sought to it that Wilhelm received a first rate tutor, education, and practical experience. Work that many nobles would shy away from became the business of young Willie (as he prefers to be called in the company of friends), but where Wilhelm took interest was in the pages of any text he could lay his hands upon. His wit and thirst for knowledge were unmatched, but were often overshadowed largely by his awkward demeanor and aversion to noble responsibility.

When Wilhelm was fifteen, his father Matthias was chosen by the Count to be one of the Westphalian-Rhineland representatives in the Confederation’s Diet, to be held in Prussian territory. Coaxing his son into accompanying him, he exposed him to the high life of Berlin, before receiving a summons to the Prussian royal court summered in Königsberg. The ancient Teutonic city is where Wilhelm thrived. The by comparison culturally diverse meeting point of the Slavs, Eastern European Jews, Germans, and Scandinavians exposed him to literature and works which he could only dream of. Even his own Catholicism was largely tolerated, unheard of in such a Protestant and Orthodox area.

Upon return to Tecklenburg, Wilhelm begged his father to enroll him in the famed University of Albertina. His father conceded, and at age 17, Willie set off for Königsberg once more. Though interested in learning, Wilhelm often found himself skipping classes to visit the Königstraße Academy of Art and the Stadt Theatre, admiring works of literature, opera, and painting rather than committing to his studies. Upon one excursion from the campus to the theatre, Wilhelm argued with a fellow student, a Prussian, over the superiority of German artists, on which Wilhelm was willing to posit that there may be some foreign artists better than contemporary Germans, leading to a duel which left Wilhelm with a light dueling scar upon his right cheek.

He did eventually graduate, however, albeit with a nigh useless degree in Studies of German Literature and an education he hardly remembered. All that mattered was in his time in Tecklenburg, he had brushed shoulders with and made friends with some of the East Prussian high society. Upon his return to Tecklenburg, he found his father the sole heir to the noble title (on account of the eldest brother dying of consumption), and a correspondence in the mail from a Freiherr (Baron) Friedrich summoning him to Lötzen.