Hexaflexagon

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

The Golden Rule of Warfare: Never leave your giant gun behind.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

Hey, @Hexaflexagon, go ahead and copy and paste a copy of the Sentry sheet to your character sheet.

@vietmyke

Aight, right away sir.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

August Johannes Trapp

"Cuz one early morning 'bout zero-five!
The ground will rumble, there'll be lightning in the sky!
Don't you worry, don't come undone
It's just my ghost on a PT run!"

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:

Utilitarian in his beliefs he had discovered long ago that sometimes to do the right thing one had to be willing to cross moral boundaries only a monster would dare to cross even if his own actions sickened him. His idea of hero not being a knight in shining armor but somebody that would kill one to save ten, ten to save a hundred, a hundred to save a thousand, a thousand to save a million. He didn't know if this made him more a villain that the people just wanting sovereignty and the chance at freedom that he was fighting but he did know that if a threat was put down as quickly as possible the number of innocent lives caught up in the mess was lower and so the practically of it was putting a bullet through the head of a insurrectionist first and bothering to ask questions about the moral values of the question later did what he joined the military, to save lives.

Though, through his military career especially after his last operation things changed. He had become generally more weary of the world around him. Signs of onset PTSD present with randomly shaking hands and the occasionally nightmarish fit. Sitting in his bunk at night looking up at the ceiling and stuck in some state between dreams and sleep. The Universe preventing him a solid sleep in what seemed to be ages for him. Though he would never let you see that, being always calm and collected and even sarcastic at times. Not afraid to berate and make fun of those not living up to expectations, but also willing to help them out.

History:

The life of August Johannes Trapp was what most people would consider a privileged life. Born in what basically would be stated as aristocratic gathering of homes in Germany, he never had to really fight for anything in his entire life. Everything he could ever need was given to him upon a silver platter and the newest technology at his fingertips. His father was highly influential member of the diplomatic core and his mother ran a very successful chemical manufacturing company that he had inherited through his father. As a result mansions and estates were all he knew for a very long time. At the young age of ten he was sent to a military academy as his father did and his father before him. The change was erupt and rather hard on August who had spent the first years of his education being home schooled by some of the best tutors money could afford. At first he withdrawn into a ball and could not deal with the pestering and teasing of his classmates. But after a stern talking to by his then military history teacher inspired him and soon he began to succeed again in the regimented classes. Excelling especially in combat simulations and tactics. All his teachers told his parents that their son had the potential of a great career officer and pushed him to go to the military academy at Dresden. And so at the age of eighteen upon graduation Trapp began his studies at esteemed Offizierschule des Heeres.

It was here that August really learned of his innate talents. He found within one of the training rooms, a simulator for the old Sentry MAS units. Stepping into the cockpit of the simulator he found he had an affinity with piloting. Slowly but surely he learned the ropes of the simulation and not known to him eyes were drawn to his scores as they climbed up the old rankings for the machine. But skill does not come with a natural liking to a certain art and so he continued to push himself harder and harder in the simulation, paying at times more attention to his simulation scores than he did his academic grades. Going from the top ten of his class and falling rapidly it drew concern from some his teachers and his parents. Though this all changed when he met his Advanced Combat Instructor one Alexander T. Gates. Gates used to a 101st Pilot before he retired after an accident that crippled his left leg. Gates saw the potential in August and took him under his wing as a result putting him under an advanced training regime using the simulators while forcing him through verbal abuse and physical torment to keep his academic scores in the clear. Some civilians might say that Gates was too abusive, but none could argue with his results. By the time Trapp had graduated the academy he was a fine tuned machine.

Gates used his contacts in the 101st to get a recruiter to meet with August and see the boy at work. Soon afterwards he found herself in the 101st training camp known affectionately by those that were pushed through it and lived to tell the tale as Hell. His father of course was opposed to it, having wanted him to take a commission as a captain stationed on some backwater world or even better as a MP back on Earth not to be fighting on the front lines. But he stuck through the training though it pushed him to his breaking point and far past it as it was designed to do at times he felt it would of been easier to give up and lay in the mud and dirt rather than run another 20 miles. But eventually it came to an end and he was one of the 45 of the original 200 to have made it out the other side a recruit in the 101st. Trapp was placed into the 2nd Mobile Armored Strike Team due to his experience with the simulator. In his time he would prove his worth as a pilot to the 101st. As his kill count rose, the 101st put him on more and more dangerous missions.

His most recent combat mission had left him in shambles. He was part of a strike time that was meant to help crush a rebellion at the edge of Earth Empire space on a planet known as Lhant. A rebellion that was supposedly instigated by Coalition agents. What they did not expect was for the rebels to have been giving military grade weaponry. Caught off guard in the middle of an ambush his entire team was destroyed, along with his customized PTX-051. He barely escaped ejection and the subsequent torture at the hands of the Coalition Commandos that had started the rebellion in the first place. He was tortured and pressed for any information he had. While he was eventually rescued by a 101st extraction team, the damage was done and he was shipped back to Earth. He recovered on medical leave for three months. Eventually though they had to call him back to active duty, for a mission of the uttermost importance. He was to lead a Mobile Armored Strike Team deep in coalition space and destroy a super weapon that threatened the entire empire. It was one hell of a welcome back present.

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.

AAT-748P Yggdrasil

AAT-748P Yggdrasil

Designation:
AAT-748P Yggdrasil

Role:
Sustained Assualt

Chassis:
Medium

Engine:
Seven Core System - 35 Power

Operating Time:
8 Hours

Description:
The AAT-748P Yggdrasil is one in a long series of prototypes produced by Coalition Forces. The Yggdrasil was first and foremost designed around the Aegis System. Blurring the line between the maneuverability and front line capacity of the medium MAS’s and the staying power of the Heavy MAS’s. The future intent for the system is to be placed within every MAS unit in the Coalition arsenal replacing alloy plating as the Coalition standard to allow for less stress on the system and quicker maneuverability. At the current moment though the Aegis System costs as much to develop as several Fenrir MKIIIs and until it can be refined to be used in mass produced models this dream will not come true. As it has not been fully optimized and automated in some of its maneuvering and combat responses yet, piloting by experienced C-MAD officers only is strongly encouraged. The Yggdrasil goes through several test runs in one day as the Aegis System is pushed to its limits as well as testing its overall combat effectiveness. In its intent to provide for close fire support for combat teams the Yggdrasil is currently meeting expectations and checkmarks.

Systems:
Aegis System: 5 WT 7 PWR - An experimental Shield unit of Coalition design, the Aegis Shield System- or Aegis, is quite simply, the most powerful shield ever built for Mobile Armor Suits. The first of its kind, the Aegis System has a rating of ‘6’ on the shield level scale, and provides its user with considerable protection to all sources of damage- repeated blows from plasma included. The Aegis Shield is capable of withstanding direct hits from plasma weapons- including smaller capital ship guns, and is the only known counter to the Einherjar System. Alongside a respectable recharge time, the Aegis System has a second function- known as the ‘Pavise System.’ When using the Pavise System, the general shields around the unit decrease substantially, but concentrate in wide planes around the "forearms" of the MAS. While only active for a short amount of time, these ‘Pavises’ are near impenetrable and resist most any oncoming force. Designers have noted that while the Pavises are meant to be a defensive measure, they are quite capable of smashing through opposing MAS’.
Improved Reactor Output: +5 PWR 3 WT The Yggdrasil uses optimized reactor for much efficient capacity.
Tesla Drive: 0 WT 7 PWR - Increase the MAS overall maneuverability and handling in space and allowing for it to sustain flight and survive plant fall. What was once reserved for only the best has now become a Coalition standard and as no exception in this vehicle.
LX-42 Laser Rifle: 2 WT 4 PWR - Running on enhanced tri-cooled cells the LX-42 is the top of the line model when it comes to precision beam laser weaponry in the Coalition arsenal. The directed beam of energy is moderately effective against medium and large sized opponents and even deadlier against smaller ones. While the beam does not have the high damage at an instant the pulse weaponry has, the continuous blast is effective for long bouts of harassment and suppression against targets.
12.5mm-CIWS : 1 WT 0 PWR - A pair of head-mounted 12.5mm CIWS (Close In Weapon System). The CIWS is a small-caliber shell firing weapon designed to intercept incoming missiles, projectiles, and lightly armored vehicles
CAD-5 CQC Plasma Initiators: 2 WT 14 PWR - This pair of plasma weaponry are stored within the legs of the MAS. They are best applied when being stabbed into the core system of an enemy MAS over and over again but slicing works as well.
Active Camouflage: 3 WT 3 PWR - The Yggdrasil is also currently experimenting with the latest in experimental active camouflage technology. While in its current stage is rather power consuming and with a small operating window constant improvements are made each day as Coalition forces are hard at work optimizing the technology.
SMS-223I Dragon Micro Missile System: 2 WT 1 PWR - Built into the right and left chest plates of the MAS, the Yggdrasil mounts two incendiary micro missile launchers. Each splitting into the standard four mid flight, the SMS-223I is further optimized from standard micro missile systems in its greater capacity of nine missiles in each chest unit. The missiles themselves are usually used against lighter MAS units and vehicles.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera)

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera)

-Myke casually just hitting everyone with a shitton of feedback because class is boring.

@vietmyke

But only because Myke loves us.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera)

Lol, I mean I can appreciate someone giving my default builds some love, you can keep a Sentry/Sentinel if you want. I mean, these aren't going to be permanent anyway, I'm going to be giving players the opportunity to design higher end machines with unique pieces of advanced technology as we progress.

@vietmyke

Yeah, so what the heck. We will give him the grunt mech, what's the worst that could happen? The answer is everything. Everything terrible will happen.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera)

While I agree the lego design was fairly sleek... It just takes something out of the character for me. I'll take a look over your character in little while. @Hexaflexagon, most of my criticisms for you are technical. I find it highly unlikely that a well muscled man would weigh as little as 145. I'm not particularly muscular, but I'd like to consider myself thin and fit, I stand at 6'2" and weigh 170. I doubt a 3 inch difference in height would result in a 25 lbs difference in weight. Your character sheet also changes between using "he" and "she" quite a lot, so that could be sorted out. Huh, frankly, I'm surprised you gimped yourself by giving Trapp a bog standard Sentry- though I guess it isn't the MAS that makes the man. To be honest, I purposely designed the Sentry to be kind of bad.. Especially when compared to something like a Sentinel or Sparrow (hell, even the Sparrow wasn't designed very well). You sure you want a Sentry?

@vietmyke

Ah yah, I was unsure about his gender at the start so it changed a couple of times. Some of the shes must have been left in. His height and weight, well I could pump up the weight if you want. Though being 5'11" and 145 lbs you can still pack on some solid muscle and look well defined. Look at Pat Curran, a MMA fighter who is in the Featherweight class for example. And well I felt I did not want to make him too overpowered. XD Already being considered an "ace" and everything. In my interpenetration of an Ace is being able to use what you have to the best of its abilities. Even if that means being in a walking coffin. And my other reasoning is that since in his back story he spent most of his training in the sen MK1 simulator he would naturally gravitate towards the sentinel line of macheins anyway. But if you want I can write up a new mech.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera)

Ah Hex, welcome back. -sheds a singular man tear-

@vietmyke

No worries dude, I'll still be here when you are done. I'm ready to take on the legendary Vietmyke critique as is par the course. XD

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera)

Hey Vietmyke. You always know I'm a fan of your Crisis Universe. So I'd figure what is the harm of trying it again? So I present to you my application. ---

August Johannes Trapp

"Cuz one early morning 'bout zero-five! The ground will rumble, there'll be lightning in the sky! Don't you worry, don't come undone It's just my ghost on a PT run!"

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:

Utilitarian in his beliefs he had discovered long ago that sometimes to do the right thing one had to be willing to cross moral boundaries only a monster would dare to cross even if his own actions sickened him. His idea of hero not being a knight in shining armor but somebody that would kill one to save ten, ten to save a hundred, a hundred to save a thousand, a thousand to save a million. He didn't know if this made him more a villain that the people just wanting sovereignty and the chance at freedom that he was fighting but he did know that if a threat was put down as quickly as possible the number of innocent lives caught up in the mess was lower and so the practically of it was putting a bullet through the head of a insurrectionist first and bothering to ask questions about the moral values of the question later did what he joined the military, to save lives. Though, through his military career especially after his last operation things changed. He had become generally more weary of the world around him. Signs of onset PTSD present with randomly shaking hands and the occasionally nightmarish fit. Sitting in his bunk at night looking up at the ceiling and stuck in some state between dreams and sleep. The Universe preventing him a solid sleep in what seemed to be ages for him. Though he would never let you see that, being always calm and collected and even sarcastic at times. Not afraid to berate and make fun of those not living up to expectations, but also willing to help them out.

History:

The life of August Johannes Trapp was what most people would consider a privileged life. Born in what basically would be stated as aristocratic gathering of homes in Germany, he never had to really fight for anything in his entire life. Everything he could ever need was given to him upon a silver platter and the newest technology at his fingertips. His father was highly influential member of the diplomatic core and his mother ran a very successful chemical manufacturing company that he had inherited through his father. As a result mansions and estates were all he knew for a very long time. At the young age of ten he was sent to a military academy as his father did and his father before him. The change was erupt and rather hard on August who had spent the first years of his education being home schooled by some of the best tutors money could afford. At first he withdrawn into a ball and could not deal with the pestering and teasing of his classmates. But after a stern talking to by his then military history teacher inspired him and soon he began to succeed again in the regimented classes. Excelling especially in combat simulations and tactics. All his teachers told his parents that their son had the potential of a great career officer and pushed him to go to the military academy at Dresden. And so at the age of eighteen upon graduation Trapp began his studies at esteemed Offizierschule des Heeres. It was here that August really learned of his innate talents. He found within one of the training rooms, a simulator for the old Sentry MAS units. Stepping into the cockpit of the simulator he found he had an affinity with piloting. Slowly but surely he learned the ropes of the simulation and not known to him eyes were drawn to his scores as they climbed up the old rankings for the machine. But skill does not come with a natural liking to a certain art and so he continued to push himself harder and harder in the simulation, paying at times more attention to his simulation scores than he did his academic grades. Going from the top ten of his class and falling rapidly it drew concern from some his teachers and his parents. Though this all changed when he met his Advanced Combat Instructor one Alexander T. Gates. Gates used to a 101st Pilot before he retired after an accident that crippled his left leg. Gates saw the potential in August and took him under his wing as a result putting him under an advanced training regime using the simulators while forcing him through verbal abuse and physical torment to keep his academic scores in the clear. Some civilians might say that Gates was too abusive, but none could argue with his results. By the time Trapp had graduated the academy he was a fine tuned machine. Gates used his contacts in the 101st to get a recruiter to meet with August and see the boy at work. Soon afterwards he found herself in the 101st training camp known affectionately by those that were pushed through it and lived to tell the tale as Hell. His father of course was opposed to it, having wanted him to take a commission as a captain stationed on some backwater world or even better as a MP back on Earth not to be fighting on the front lines. But he stuck through the training though it pushed him to his breaking point and far past it as it was designed to do at times he felt it would of been easier to give up and lay in the mud and dirt rather than run another 20 miles. But eventually it came to an end and he was one of the 45 of the original 200 to have made it out the other side a recruit in the 101st. Trapp was placed into the 2nd Mobile Armored Strike Team due to his experience with the simulator. In his time he would prove his worth as a pilot to the 101st. As his kill count rose, the 101st put him on more and more dangerous missions. His most recent combat mission had left him in shambles. He was part of a strike time that was meant to help crush a rebellion at the edge of Earth Empire space on a planet known as Lhant. A rebellion that was supposedly instigated by Coalition agents. What they did not expect was for the rebels to have been giving military grade weaponry. Caught off guard in the middle of an ambush his entire team was destroyed, along with his customized PTX-051. He barely escaped ejection and the subsequent torture at the hands of the rebel insurgents. Captive for two weeks he was tortured and pressed for any information he had. While he was eventually rescued by a 101st extraction team, the damage was done and he was shipped back to Earth. He recovered on medical leave for three months. Eventually though they had to call him back to active duty, for a mission of the uttermost importance. He was to lead a Mobile Armored Strike Team deep in coalition space and destroy a super weapon that threatened the entire empire. It was one hell of a welcome back present.

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.

--- Oh and hello again Whoami as well! I like our captain, she seems to be a confident lady that will get along "swimmingly" with Trapp. And by swimmingly I mean he will probably get on her nerves. Alot.

A Sea of Stars [Space Opera Military RPG] [Still looking for members]

Sorry for the delay of showing interest and not posting here, work got in the way. But without further delay I present to you my application.

Admiral Ulysses C. Haus

Admiral Ulysses C. Haus

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Age: 53 Gender: Male Position in the Fleet: Admiral Physical Description:

Admiral Haus has the figure and general physique of a career military man. Being still able to take down men twice his size and half his age in close quarters combat. Holding all members of his command to a level of physical excellence, he is man that leads by example rather than word and goes through the same physical readiness as everyone else. Having been quoted as the day he does not meet standards will be the day that he retires. He stands roughly at round 6'0" tall and seems to take up the entire room with his presence. His blonde hair had officially gone grey several years prior as he refuses to use dyes or any new age hair follicle replacements. His most striking feature would be his blue eyes upon which the icy blue gaze had not lessened in his years. Though other signs of age have shown up on his body: scars from active combat, reflexes having slowed down slightly, having to receive cochlear implants to replace inner ears damaged by the drones and tones of war. His doctors would be the first to inform him that he either had to slow down his lifestyle to slow the risk of complete breakdown, or stop being stubborn in his ways and allow them to perform the miracles of science upon him.

History/Background :

Haus was born on the Galileo Research Institute on Luna in the year 2621. Haus never knew his father, but the stories he gathered from his mother portrayed him as a military men such as himself; honest, caring, loving towards his wife and soon to be child. He died testing a new fighter as part of the Military Research Initiate when the experimental engine blew. Beside this small dent his childhood was generally uneventful. Living on Luna was not that exciting being surrounded by mostly scientists and researches most of the time and being home schooled by an advanced AI program. It was not until he was 10 years old that things changed, his mother got a new commission on the far reaches of human controlled space and feared for her child's safety out in the far reaches. So Haus was enlisted into The Sol Republic's Military Training Academy for Adolescents, the best of its kind. It was there where Haus' aptitude for command really shined; among the children of admirals, diplomats, generals, and other high officials. Everyday the Admrial had to fight to prove himself to his social betters and fight he did. Showing his affinity for science and combat leaderships in the dreaded "Meat Grinder" training simulations, Haus set his path to become one of the most respective alumni of the academy. At his graduation in 2639 he was offered easy commissions upon several fleet ships. It was at this time that Haus would make a decision that would cement his legend in the future. He rejected them all and rather followed the path of his father and his father before him. He enlisted as a normal grunt later that year, determined that he would rise through the ranks with his own skill rather than because of where he graduated from. Haus severed with a passion and skill, volunteering for high risk missions and never backing down from a challenge. Two years later in 2641 he received his commission and rose to rank of second lieutenant. Henceforth beginning his ascent up the chain of command. An act which brings him great respect from common service men and commissioned men alike, remaining a great feat of human determination. He finally became an Admiral in 2650 and tales of his exploits spread to the upper brass. He was offered every position imaginable, desk jobs where he could sit pretty with huge paychecks and never have to lift a finger again, titles and promotions. The admiral never accepted them, knowing he would never be able to give up his love of the stars. Navy life was what he was meant to do and he would do it until the day he died. In the year of 2673 he was informed that he would be given command over the newly forming Fourth Fleet. In the year 2674 the the fleet left for the edge.

Psychological Profile: Psychological Report received from the offices of Doctor Li'Shu, Department of Internal Affairs. File Restricted Enter Password:************* Password accepted. Standard Calender Year 2673, Psychological Analysis of Admiral Ulysses C. Haus

I met with Admiral Haus in his temporary quarters here at the Shipyard. As he prepared me a cup of coffee he explained that he wanted to oversee the construction of the Fourth Fleet in person, believing that it being his responsibility he should witness it from birth to death. This sense of devotion is common place in all the tales and stories I've heard of him. In my observations gathered from my time with him, I can gather that these stories seem to be rooted in reality. By all standards he is what you would call an "officer and a gentlemen". The admiral displays an admirable level of compassion for his crew and all those beneath him and his a strong sense of duty and honor. He seems to be a very regimented man in his actions, always following the same schedule and never once daring to venture away from it. The casualty of living a military life I suppose, always having a plan and several backup plans behind that. While in private conversation one might not be able to guess his status and position from his generally amiable, and kind manner when it takes time to take charge he is another matter all together. Fearsome, strict, and unrelenting with the booming voice of his, I believe that if he tried long enough he could make a rock learn to juggle. This balance and separation between work and private states shows a general understanding and mental clarity that is good to say within such commanding officers. Though, I do have some worries about our Admiral. Primarily revolving the mental scars he may have received during the Arcadian Surge back when he was a second lieutenant. As most of you are aware, the Surge held some of the most brutal fighting against pirates seen in the Republics existence consisting of brutal trench and urban warfare that lasted for several months. Haus was able to repel the pirates but at the coast of all the men underneath him. Such an event would generally cause mental damage to those involved. Most other patients I've seen coming out of battles like the Surge and others like it have severe cases of PTSD and other mental issues. And yet the Admiral never got seen after the battle, never was analysed by a medical professional afterwords. When I tried to bring it up in conversation, I got dismissal answers and general refusal to talk about what had happened. Showing some mental scars may still remain. I also worry about the patients stubbornness. He is hotheaded and determined that things follow his direction or else, which may result in conflict with others and even harm against himself as he refuses medical treatments that could help improve his body greatly. He states that they "mess with his thinking" and that "he does not need a damn machine to do a humans job." I would look into this further, maybe some sort of traumatic accident in the past? Though weighing the negatives against the positives, I can safely say that the Admiral is fit for active duty. He is the best we have gentlemen and it would be a shame to waste his talents.

Goals: The Admirals goals are simple ones: to complete the mission, to get everyone out alive, and to prove to himself that he is still the best goddamn admiral in the Republic Relationships: To be determined Misc: N/A