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Port Algec

George Eltz's Office
George Eltz, Nathaniel Hesse




"Your division's spent enough time sitting around the base, I want them to provide support around Armen with the most recent intelligence we have. The transfer is effective immediately." The General just finished discussing the movement of the division providing for the base's northern defense. The three centurions standing in front saluted before calling out "For the Empire!" and filing out. George walked over to the map now displayed, representing the Empire's current available strength in each region. Of course the largest contingents appeared in the new east of the Empire, although the southern push had seen a recent renewal with the promise of closing the gap between the north African sectors and those of the east. With time the Mediterranean will properly come under the Empire's control with only the Gols creating the largest problem.

The General close the display off just as there was a knock at the door. He turned to see the successor of the Hesse family in a salute. "Carius Nathaniel. Come in, I trust your family reunion was enjoyable? Your father can't always be brought away from the Northern front. If the Gols keep up their aggression you may not see him for the better part of a year." The General matched the salute before speaking, stepping away from the display board towards the open space in front of his desk. Pouring a cup of now cold tea, he swirled the deep amber liquid before taking it in and returning it to the desk. "I also expect that you are prepared for the operation, and will put forth your best effort under your new commander. You will be briefed soon and finally meet him, but for now I'd like to hear of any concerns you may hold that might impede your abilities for this launch." George folded his arms behind his back and looked at the young 'noble' patiently.
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Alright I made the corrections and cleared up any allusions to Marie actually working on the Neodu. The pendant is now a replica containing GN-particles. And his callsign has been added.

Gomenasai for being extra lol.


Looks good and A-okay for posting! If only a quick glance over~

You're all good, and thank you for being understanding.
As for the Neodu, that’s what I imagined happening. A few cocky pilots mismanaging the suit in practice. Not to allude that it’s super fast or anything. But mostly to give it’s a bit of depth and flavor. Also I wasn’t sure if you caught it or not, I’m hoping it’s not a problem, but I was intending for Marie to be the young Coordinator that modded the suit


Just be sure to elaborate on that for the neodu. I could see Marie being tested on it but she was brought up into the government part of the colonies with little technical skills actually put to use. Testing is fine but she wouldn't have modded it herself. She actually isn't a skilled pilot.

P.S. The discord link is back up if you want to join us, easier to contact me on there.
@Phoenix347 Ohh, didn't think about that. We can take the lookalike angle, it being a genuine drive doesn't really affect Sirius' character at all. Wasn't my intention to have an advantage over others at all.

Anything else? I was kinda afraid I wouldn't catch ya on again. I tend to sleep in the afternoon and get up really early in the mornings.


You'll still have a chance of finding a gn drive in the searches or from the 'market' so don't worry about missing out on them (lore wise more were made after the series). Like I said I think a look alike with gn particles inside like a condenser would still be a neat idea, it could glow and all while being a lead to his innovator status. Only other thing to say on the character is you always have the option of adding a callsign, I don't know if you deleted it accidentally or on purpose but it adds a bit of character imo. Your choice for a callsign.

Only other hitch up is the neudo, no issues removing armor or parts, it's still adapted from amobile worker design and its speed only isn't enough to kill unless it was an accident to the pilot, snapping the neck or something.
Its an actual, miniature GN-Drive. A huge part of why he's an Innovator too; down the line I plan on making it usable as an actual GN-Drive for a mobile suit if the cards fall into place.


I will have to deny that, because not only are gn drives difficult to make back in anno domini with only a handful of people from Celestial Being knowing even knowing about the origin of them, they are quite large. Something like a lookalike gndrive with condensed particles would be fine, but a mini gn drive isn't reasonable.

It's like starting a character out with the plugs for the Turn-A gundam or the joystick for gundam-X. It's an immediate advantage above others, even if for a specific usage later on.
Welcome! Apologies to the late response but welcome to you both! If you have any questions feel free to ask away as anything confusing you may confuse others including myself. I've fix up the link so you can join us on discord. As for suits lemme roll em, although the system has been quirky and adjusting it constantly.

@WXer
MWF-JG73 Civilian Astray JG Custom
MS-06R-3S High Mobility Type Zaku
MS-05Q Zaku I
@Renny
ENG-001 Estardoth
Neodu
RMS-006G Jenice Kai

Profile looks good so far, just to clarify a few things;
1. Are you intending for the gndrive pendent to be an actual gndrive or more of a toy lookalike with lights and such?
2. Communication in the colonies won't be too elaborate as everyone essentially can access panels for intracolony contact while outside is finniky but usable. Just info for the setting, empire doesn't have much else but radio with bases being equipped with encryption tech for more advanced, albeit military communications.
3. More curious than any issue, will the handler be a character you plan to make or just someone for the character to reference and interact with?

You don't need a mobile weapon profile on submission but I advise you start one as we will be customizing the suits through out the rp, like dding weapons or replacing limbs.

Port Algec

Hangar 3>Mess Hall
Tyr Fin +Base Crew> Everin Skye




Despite the glory of the Empire, the grand size of the old worlds' military bases made transportation a pain. Lest you were lucky enough to find or buy a vehicle, on foot was the main method of travel for soldiers on base. Tyr walked the great length from the offices to the hangar facilities while heavy transports moved modular crates around, carrying parts and supplies to the maintenance teams or to the wharf to be shipped out and drive the war machine of the empire. Passing by hangars 1 and 2, he stared up at the units standing inside, a toy-like gray and blue suit and then the red suit suited solely for space. Otter and Troll's units, part of Team Delta. The most curious sight however was the small crowd that had gathered in front of the next hangar.

Stepping through the crowd slowly as most were focused forward, Tyr could see a stretcher being wheeled along followed by a medic and an assistant. The mechanics closest to the hangar were discussing among themselves and looking at the scene. Following the trail of blood lead right into the hangar, ending at the edge of the mobile suit hunched down like it was flattened. "Move away. Return to your posts immediately! Prepare for the launch!" The centurion shouted out as he moved to the center of the crowd and diverted to the hangar. Already he could tell what had happened, but there was still a good story to be heard. "Someone explain to me why there is a bastard soldier dressed as if to meet the Emperor himself, being wheeled out of the poster girl's hangar?" It took the mechanics a couple of glances before detailing the events as they could see them.

Tyr let out a sigh, wishing the stories of the girl were exaggerated but now shown as the tip of the iceberg. Still, no one knowing who the man was was even more annoying, not including that the name heard made him hungry for some reason. After ordering them to clean up the blood from the area, he looked up to the unit, the Flag, still in its aerial form. "I'll at least have to remind her to change you back for the trip... Notify General Eltz, and tell security about that little shit while you're at it." He spoke out before another sigh and look around at the maintenance materials all gathered around one point. All by one girl... he marched on past the mechanics and to the mess hall to find the other half of the incident.

With the majority of the rejuvenation work going into the launch equipment and the underground facilities, everything from the hangars to the bunks were in need of repair constantly and few were protected against the occasional breeze. Tyr passed through the halls of the mess to the largest of the available rooms and looked for the blue hair of the problem child. Thanks to her smaller size this proved a bit of a hard job, but she was found. Tyr walked along the line to where she was and turned to her. "Carius Everin Skye. I would have hoped you'd know better than to cause an injury to a fellow soldier before you launched." Hiding the fact that she was cleared to launch beforehand by the General wasn't going to help his new entrance into command. "I'm Centurion Tyr Fin. Callsign Kraken. Your new superior. You can start by explaining yourself and who that... Soldier was." He stalled on what to call the odd presentation of a man, knowing no soldier of the space division would have enough spare time or money to afford such pristine clothes, let alone wear them today.
@Crosswire
Looks good, all I say is just add Battery to technical details as that is what the flags had, they did recieve energy but ran off a battery outside of areas near the orbital ring.
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Port-1

Barracks>Hangar
Hanson Seuclid




The few ablemen and watchmen on free time relaxing in the barracks were all huddled together around a group of three men holding cards and glaring to one another. Sitting between them was the box of cards, preventing them from flying off in power loss, along with a set of slips for rations rubber banded together. Each of the soldiers were hesitant to reveal their cards, the one most relaxed sat on his bed with a smirk. His red hair contrasting the dark uniform he wore against the other crewmen. Finally one of the men relented and laid out his cards, and in response the second man smiled and set his down. The red haired shrugged and set his own down, barely beating the two in their impromptu game of cards.

"It's a good thing I've run out of rations when I met you boys. Didn't your friends ever tell you not to play against me?" Hanson spoke up as he grabbed the tickets on the table and counted them. While expecting a fist or a kick in retaliation, his eyes were trained down as the men stood up and left, knowing a confrontation would be detrimental to their own careers. Hanson scrunched up his face in reply, letting out a 'tsk' before taking the slips in his fist and leaving. Outside of the gravity-equipped barracks, Hanson moved his way along the base to the hangar, figuring he could let off steam in the suits.

This military was practically made of pencil necks, few even confronted him in person, reporting his actions like he was some government lackey of old. If the Titans were back, each one of you bastards would be drilled into a shiv. He pushed aside an ableman along the way as his emotions boiled up. Floating into the hangar, he looked around to the machines. Some he recognized enough to tell you their specs, others alien designs he couldn't make heads or tails of. Then there was his, midnight blue and fierce, its armor safe from ballistics while maintained, his greatest tool. Given they didn't allow him the use of infantry weapons, the mobile suit was his way of striking out. The ones giving him orders rarely changed, at least the high ups had a spine. All he had to do was wait till the war, war always changes boys to men.

Side 3

Colony Administration Room
Marie Wellington




"Let me make myself perfectly clear; Side 3 will not support any mission to the Earth that will involve the lives of our people falling back down to the rock our ancestors were blessed enough not to remain on, without a reassurance they can return." On the screens of the room surrounding the table used for discussions within the colony were now the images of the three other colony Governors. Murmuring was produced as the lone figure in this room continued on, leaning back in her chair while collecting her hair together with her hands.

"Until the Hydrogen Fleet returns we can not risk performing an operation into the gravity well again. Any soldier or ableman who falls is one less human for repopulation. We need not concern ourselves with rushing down to the Earth dwellers below when we hold no means of returning. Each force they send up we shall intercept, we are not in danger from a major attack. This does not mean we must rush ourselves into oblivion once more." The girl finally collected her hair together into a a bun behind her hair, resting her arms on the chair she occupied.

Marie Wellington, youngest Governor in colonial history, stared down the three figures presented on the screen, and more so the one labelled 'Gardener', Theordore Demele. What was a standard day of administrative duties turned into a confrontation once the shoddy hiding of Theodore's requisition for atmospheric equipment was revealed. Interrupting her own duties, driving up suspicion, driving her to be the opposition towards returning to their ancestral lands. Marie could see his planning clear, and while considering the other two Governors might see through this deception, she could not afford to the worst outcome.

"We will return to the ground, that I can guarantee. Within the year, provided the Hydrogen Fleet sees no delays or incidents we predict deployment to the ground within the next few months. My researchers assure me the rocketry we have recovered can be used to return from the ground. They merely require the time to properly test and approve all equipment before usage. Until then, we shall continue our operations at Port-1 as planned. Rushing ourselves may only end in detriment to our objective. If you doubt me, don't hold your breath, but I have other matters to attend to in my own colony group. Good day." With that the girl closed the call before anyone, mainly Theodore, could rebuke her. Her staff returned from outside the room, taking their seats once again to continue with the meeting with their usual efficiency.
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