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

Dren Hepner

Name: Dren Hepner

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Social Status: Spacenoid

Appearance: Dren is a Side 3 Spacenoid by birth, and shares many of the common physiological details that an astute observer could use to identify him as such. In terms of physique, he keeps himself fit and ready as a soldier should, though a family history of space travel and colonial life means his stature is that of a more tall and thinner body accustomed to artificial gravity and weightlessness. His hair is near-black in color, kept trim and proper, and is paired with a sharp goatee extending across the center of his chin. A long scar line extends from near the top of his left ear and down to the edge of his left jawline, just before where his facial hair begins. Dren keeps proper in a well-pressed EFSF uniform, avoiding personal embellishment. The notable exception to this is a pendant often found around his neck, worn underneath his clothing, of the symbol used by the Axis-based Neo Zeon during the First Neo Zeon War

Mobile Suit: MSA-0003 Nemo
Dren Hepner pilots one of the MSA-003 Nemo suits deployed by the Earth Federation following the absorption of the AEUG during the conclusion of the Gryps War. His particular unit carries the HFW-GR·MR82-90mm GM Rifle as its standard ranged combat armament, as well as the standard beam saber pair mounted on the small of the back of the Mobile Suit, and the twin 60mm Vulcan guns mounted in the unit's head. Dren does not prefer to deploy with the shield traditionally issued with the Earth Federation's mobile suits, having grown accustomed to fighting without one.

Positive Personality traits:
Dren Hepner is fully aware of the implications and assumptions his personal history carries, and he works every day to subvert them. Doing whatever it takes to prove his loyalty and uphold his duties as a member of the Earth Federation's armed forces and the civilians they are sworn to protect. He bares no ill will towards those who are reluctant or otherwise unwilling to accept his determination to server the Federation as truthful, simply proving them wrong with his actions rather than his words.

Negative Personality traits:
Dren's defection from the Neo Zeon near the end of their involvement in the First Neo Zeon War was born of their increasing usage of tactics and strategy he found deplorable and criminal in nature. As such, Dren believes in conducting himself as an honorable and respectful member of the military, finding any actions comparable to those committed by the Neo Zeon during the war as infuriating and something that could very well lead to physical conflict between him and the perpetrator of such actions.

Short history/personality blurb:
Dren Hepner was born within the original Principality of Zeon in U.C. 0069, in the heart of the Side 3 space colonies. He doesn't recall much of life before the One Year War of U.C. 0079, but he does believe it was genuinely better for his kin. The war saw Dren's father, a man named Augin, enter the Zeon armed forces, serving in battles both in space and on Earth, before being killed in action during the Federation recapture of California Base. This lit a fire of Zeonic patriotism in the young Dren's heart that would take years to be extinguished. When the forces of Zeon finally surrendered, Dren had grown to carry a juvenile hatred of the Earth federation, and by the age of 17 had managed to reach out to the remnants that would become the Neo Zeon forces.

Being fully inducted into the Neo Zeon forces near the end of the war, Dren quickly learned that his perception of the Neo Zeon and Earth Federation was horrifically misguided. Dren's unit was one designed by the Neo Zeon to conduct illicit false flag operations, piloting mobile suits controlled by the Zeon that were intentionally designed to masquerade as Earth Federation units, mirroring the tactics that led to the creation of the GM Camouf during the One Year War. To this day the full extent of Dren Hepner's operations have never been described to anyone but the members of Earth Federation command that oversaw his defection. By the end of the war in early U.C. 0089, Dren was an active collaborator with the Earth Federation, providing them with information that would bear fruit during the conflict with the Neo Zeon forces led by Char Aznable in U.C. 0093, known as the Second Neo Zeon War. By the time of the Laplace Incident, or the Third Neo Zeon War, Dren Hepner had been fully integrated as a member of the Earth Federation's armed forces, and was ready to serve alongside other mobile suit pilots. His vigor and spirit against the Zeon during the conflicts surrounding the Laplace Incident are what led to his placement within the Anthem unit, showing dedication in helping clean up the Zeon remnants as both a personal duty and atonement.

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

@vancexentanI'm personally not a fan of the design of the Nemo III, nor does it fit the combat style I intend for Dren to focus on. Plus, the original Nemo was a mass-production suit with far more available to the EF after the war, while the Nemo III was a prototype that saw active use far less. The Nemo saw EFF service into U.C 0100, while the Nemo III was last seen in U.C. 0096. I figured having a less-common but still available suit that fit the style I want Dren to have worked better, plus I personally favor the visuals of the original Nemo design.

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

@Silverwind Blade Character for you, boss. I deviated a little bit, had some trouble confining the personality trait sections to bullet lists and getting what I thought of as important history into a shorter blurb. If there's anything you need/want clarified or changed let me know!

Dren Hepner

Name: Dren Hepner

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dren is a Side 3 Spacenoid by birth, and shares many of the common physiological details that an astute observer could use to identify him as such. In terms of physique, he keeps himself fit and ready as a soldier should, though a family history of space travel and colonial life means his stature is that of a more tall and thinner body accustomed to artificial gravity and weightlessness. His hair is near-black in color, kept trim and proper, and is paired with a sharp goatee extending across the center of his chin. A long scar line extends from near the top of his left ear and down to the edge of his left jawline, just before where his facial hair begins. Dren keeps proper in a well-pressed EFSF uniform, avoiding personal embellishment. The notable exception to this is a pendant often found around his neck, worn underneath his clothing, of the symbol used by the Axis-based Neo Zeon during the First Neo Zeon War

Mobile Suit: MSA-0003 Nemo
Dren Hepner pilots one of the MSA-003 Nemo suits deployed by the Earth Federation following the absorption of the AEUG during the conclusion of the Gryps War. His particular unit carries the HFW-GR·MR82-90mm GM Rifle as its standard ranged combat armament, as well as the standard beam saber pair mounted on the small of the back of the Mobile Suit, and the twin 60mm Vulcan guns mounted in the unit's head. Dren does not prefer to deploy with the shield traditionally issued with the Earth Federation's mobile suits, having grown accustomed to fighting without one.

Positive Personality traits:
Dren Hepner is fully aware of the implications and assumptions his personal history carries, and he works every day to subvert them. Doing whatever it takes to prove his loyalty and uphold his duties as a member of the Earth Federation's armed forces and the civilians they are sworn to protect. He bares no ill will towards those who are reluctant or otherwise unwilling to accept his determination to server the Federation as truthful, simply proving them wrong with his actions rather than his words.

Negative Personality traits:
Dren's defection from the Neo Zeon near the end of their involvement in the First Neo Zeon War was born of their increasing usage of tactics and strategy he found deplorable and criminal in nature. As such, Dren believes in conducting himself as an honorable and respectful member of the military, finding any actions comparable to those committed by the Neo Zeon during the war as infuriating and something that could very well lead to physical conflict between him and the perpetrator of such actions.

Short history/personality blurb:
Dren Hepner was born within the original Principality of Zeon in U.C. 0069, in the heart of the Side 3 space colonies. He doesn't recall much of life before the One Year War of U.C. 0079, but he does believe it was genuinely better for his kin. The war saw Dren's father, a man named Augin, enter the Zeon armed forces, serving in battles both in space and on Earth, before being killed in action during the Federation recapture of California Base. This lit a fire of Zeonic patriotism in the young Dren's heart that would take years to be extinguished. When the forces of Zeon finally surrendered, Dren had grown to carry a juvenile hatred of the Earth federation, and by the age of 17 had managed to reach out to the remnants that would become the Neo Zeon forces.

Being fully inducted into the Neo Zeon forces near the end of the war, Dren quickly learned that his perception of the Neo Zeon and Earth Federation was horrifically misguided. Dren's unit was one designed by the Neo Zeon to conduct illicit false flag operations, piloting mobile suits controlled by the Zeon that were intentionally designed to masquerade as Earth Federation units, mirroring the tactics that led to the creation of the GM Camouf during the One Year War. To this day the full extent of Dren Hepner's operations have never been described to anyone but the members of Earth Federation command that oversaw his defection. By the end of the war in early U.C. 0089, Dren was an active collaborator with the Earth Federation, providing them with information that would bear fruit during the conflict with the Neo Zeon forces led by Char Aznable in U.C. 0093, known as the Second Neo Zeon War. By the time of the Laplace Incident, or the Third Neo Zeon War, Dren Hepner had been fully integrated as a member of the Earth Federation's armed forces, and was ready to serve alongside other mobile suit pilots. His vigor and spirit against the Zeon during the conflicts surrounding the Laplace Incident are what led to his placement within the Anthem unit, showing dedication in helping clean up the Zeon remnants as both a personal duty and atonement.

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

@Silverwind BladeAs an avid Gundam fan as well as Macross/Robotech, Space Gundam V is easily one of the most fun bootleg shenaniganry things I've had the pleasure of seeing.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Another Universal Century

@Silverwind Blade Hopefully its not too late for one more person to shout interest.

Bayonets, Brimstone, and Bullets - A Napoleonic Inspired NRP

The Toscor Chancellery

Name of Nation: The Toscor Chancellery

Territorial Claims:

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Species: Human

Population (total and by species): ~13 Million, near-exclusively human

Culture and Society: Although a Republic-style government since its founding, the nation has always had the concepts of Duty and Responsibility at the forefront of its mindset. Toscorian social structure is based around one’s career contributions to the nation, though entry into careers is inherently meritocratic, with those of solid aptitude and proficiency quickly rising to prominence. Foreigners are seen as exclusively “outside” the social structure and thus judged solely on how they present themselves to the nation, rather than their proclaimed social position in their homeland or the world stage.

History: Toscor has a longstanding history as a Chancellery Republic, with a National Council elected by the public, city governors appointed by the Council who in turn elect the Chancellor from among themselves, who appoints the Prime Minister from a member of the National Council. This system has always seen political machinations and manipulation to consolidate power, but that all pales in the face of recent events. The most recent Chancellor, Garen Dorn, was assassinated in a public spectacle by a rogue individual who remains at large. In response, Prime Minister Ariseth Fon has declared an indefinite state of emergency, claiming dual powers of the Prime Minister and Chancellor, leading to unforeseen consolidation of government power. Detractors speak out, but are limited in their legal means of doing so as Ariseth constricts public voice through both military and political means.

Economy: Toscor’s economy is inherently average in nature. They specialize in no forms of commerce, but they are not inherently lacking in any either. Their technological and infrastructural advancements have played no small part in this balance either. Their dominant access of much of the northern warm water ports of the western coastline of the Old World has assisted in their economic maneuverings as well.

Army: The National Army of Toscor is a firm power in the nation, in no small part due to the nation’s two-year mandatory conscription of all able-bodied. The Army works hard to keep pace with global military progression, and as Prime Minister Ariseth continues expansionist rhetoric, concerns and discussions about the extension of mandatory conscription, as well as the increasing role of the military in day-to-day government functions abound. Career military service beyond one's conscription time is seen as a paramount way to showcase one's duty and responsibility to the state, and former members of the officer corps. are often hailed as champions when they retire, frequently into politics. Much of these individuals form the backbone of Prime Minister Ariseth Fon's grip on the National Council.

Navy: The National Fleet receives less attention than the Army, both in terms of resources and numbers. It primarily serves as a coast guard and trade escort, though recent reforms pushed by the Prime Minister have seen slow but steady plans to improve the Fleet’s battle capacity. Unlike the army, the navy receives far less conscripted members, and is thus primarily composed of career volunteers, painting a sort of "gentleman sailor" mindset within the nation, the idea that Toscorian sailors are some of the finest examples of Toscorian Citizenry.

Traits: WIP

Foreign Relations: WIP

Stats:
Land Area: 10
Land Fertility: 10
Social Development: 18
Technological Development: 20
Land Power: 18
Naval Power: 10
Economy: 10
Magical Reserves: 4
Magical Sophistication: 4

Capabilities

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Land Power:

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WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

Lazarus Germael

Name: Lazarus Germael

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Lazarus is a fairly average specimen of a healthy middle-aged human male. He keeps relatively physically fit, with an average weight of 80kg, and although he by no means towers over anyone, his 195 centimeter height still gives him a considerably tall look.

His face is rather bony and well-defined, with his chin coming to a narrow end, and his nose a fine point. He keeps himself clean shaven as much as possible, and his greying head of hair neatly cropped and trimmed. His face is framed by a pair of necessary reading spectacles, which are specifically designed with one-way reflective lenses, which Lazarus prefers because they stop patients from distracting him with "incessant blathering and distracting eye contact" in his own words.

His eyes, when rarely seen, are a cold steel in color, bearing little of the spark or twinkle of life and energy. Instead they seem almost calculating in nature, constantly jumping from subject to subject, always observing everything they can.

In terms of apparel, he regularly wears the uniform of an Imperial Navy First Lieutenant, the traditional white and blue coat and trousers, with a high pair of black jackboots, and the official insignia denoting him as both a First Lieutenant and an officiated Chirurgeon. When practicing medicae in a proper facility, he traditionally wears either a white longcoat commonly associated with medicae professionals, or sanitized surgical garments when performing extensive procedures.

As someone lacking in combat expertise, he does not traditionally carry much in the way of armaments, keeping on hand a single stub automatic pistol in a shoulder holster. However, to make up for his lack of combat experience, he packs it with the vicious Manstopper bullets, to provide extra firepower in a pinch.

Personality: Lazarus is best described as stern, asocial, and calculating in nature. He shows the most warmth and personality when discussing the fields of medicae and biologis, but even then he shows a grim, almost grotesque fascination with the subjects.

Despite his distaste for talk outside his subjects of study, Lazarus feels great concern and care for those he treats for injury or illness, stopping at nothing to aid them to the best of his ability. However, should a patient of his pass, his cold demeanour returns, and he won't hesitate to use the fresh corpse for research or spare bodily objects or fluids.

When it comes to the stringent rules of the Imperial Creed, Lazarus only pays them as much heed as necessary, pushing the limits of decency and courtesy to the God-Emperor when he can. The Xenos and the Mutant bother him not with their presence, their biological and anatomical structure utterly fascinating to him.

History: Lazarus Germael is the fourth of seven sons born to Sigmund Germael, the patriarch of a minor nobility household on Scintilla. The Germael family lineage had always operated on the rule that the first son was to be heir, the second to join the Administratum, the third to join the Guard, and the fourth to join the Navy. Thus, Lazarus's career was defined for him at birth. While being groomed and schooled for the Imperial Naval Officer's Academy, Lazarus quickly found his fascination with medical and anatomical sciences, and his distaste for people. He excelled in scientific classes, but struggled with much of the pomp and circumstance due to one of his class and destined service.

Lazarus would enter the Academy at the age of 16, enrolling in their medicae program, and graduating with full honors and a commission as an Ensign medicae officer aboard the Saint's Chosen, a small frigate serving across the Calixis sector. It was here Lazarus would find the one person he could stand to deal with, a kindred spirit in the Biologis Tech-Priest Obel Gaven.

Working alongside Obel, Lazarus would serve dutifully and honorably for many years, rising through the ranks and chain of command in the medicae department, before eventually securing the position of Chief Chirurgeon and the rank of First Lieutenant.

Despite his cherished years of service, Lazarus had never been content with simply healing the ill, and had sought to put his knowledge to more theoretical purposes. Together with Obel they secretly conducted research and development of disturbing biological, cybernetic, and bionic enhancements to both servants of the vessel and captured prisoners alike.

This series of heretical actions against both the Emperor and the Omnissiah would not go unnoticed, and official action had to be taken. Obel was taken from the vessel and into the custody of the Mechanicus, never to be seen again. Lazarus, however, was taken before the Captain of his vessel, and the other senior staff, and given a choice.

A detachment of officials from the Imperial Navy were being sent as additional Naval aide to the staff of a Rogue Trader and his forces, one Edmund H. Livingstone. Lazarus would be offered a position about this detachment, sent off into the far-flung corners of the galaxy, likely never to see the core Imperium again for more than moments at a time. Exile, as it were, albeit still in service to the Emperor and Imperium. It was either this...or be given over to the graces of the Imperial Law, with his future uncertain from thereon.

Naturally, as any sane man would, Lazarus chose the exile post alongside the Rogue Trader and his people. The fringes of the galaxy aren’t exactly the ideal locales for Lazarus, but it beats an uncertain fate at the hands of an Arbiter. And it provides him ample chance to work his craft with far less prying eyes to worry about.

Skills: Lazarus is an expert medicae practitioner, and a constant researcher of biological topics and advancements as he comes across them. He also has experience serving as the Chief Chirurgeon aboard a Voidship, and all the trials and tribulations associated with directing the medicae department of one of the Imperium’s starbound fortress-cities.

Thanks to his service alongside a Biologis Tech-Priest in his last assignment for the Imperial Navy proper, his skills with assembling and implanting cybernetics and bionics are profound for one outside the Machine Cult, and it is not uncommon for him to provide patients with enhancements that might be considered Heritek in some circles of Mars and her domains.

Although by no means an expert shot or a professional soldier, Lazarus has survived the occasional firefight with his autopistol, and what he lacks in direct firepower he makes up for with the danger of his preferred Manstopper ammunition and his knowledge of human anatomy.

Equipment: Alongside the aforementioned stub pistol and apparel, Lazarus keeps on hand a diagnosticator for identifying medical issues, a medi-kit for field operations, and a suture set for quickly closing wounds. He also wears a micro-comm in one ear for quick communication across the ship or in the field, and keeps handy a dataslate for computational purposes and other digital tasks.

Miscellaneous: He keeps a personal written journal for cataloging research and procedures that he desires to be kept hidden from anyone but himself. It never leaves his person unless absolutely necessary.

WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

Lazarus Germael

Name: Lazarus Germael

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Lazarus is a fairly average specimen of a healthy middle-aged human male. He keeps relatively physically fit, with an average weight of 80kg, and although he by no means towers over anyone, his 195 centimeter height still gives him a considerably tall look.

His face is rather bony and well-defined, with his chin coming to a narrow end, and his nose a fine point. He keeps himself clean shaven as much as possible, and his greying head of hair neatly cropped and trimmed. His face is framed by a pair of necessary reading spectacles, which are specifically designed with one-way reflective lenses, which Lazarus prefers because they stop patients from distracting him with "incessant blathering and distracting eye contact" in his own words.

His eyes, when rarely seen, are a cold steel in color, bearing little of the spark or twinkle of life and energy. Instead they seem almost calculating in nature, constantly jumping from subject to subject, always observing everything they can.

In terms of apparel, he regularly wears the uniform of an Imperial Navy First Lieutenant, the traditional white and blue coat and trousers, with a high pair of black jackboots, and the official insignia denoting him as both a First Lieutenant and an officiated Chirurgeon. When practicing medicae in a proper facility, he traditionally wears either a white longcoat commonly associated with medicae professionals, or sanitized surgical garments when performing extensive procedures.

As someone lacking in combat expertise, he does not traditionally carry much in the way of armaments, keeping on hand a single stub automatic pistol in a shoulder holster. However, to make up for his lack of combat experience, he packs it with the vicious Manstopper bullets, to provide extra firepower in a pinch.

Personality: Lazarus is best described as stern, asocial, and calculating in nature. He shows the most warmth and personality when discussing the fields of medicae and biologis, but even then he shows a grim, almost grotesque fascination with the subjects.

Despite his distaste for talk outside his subjects of study, Lazarus feels great concern and care for those he treats for injury or illness, stopping at nothing to aid them to the best of his ability. However, should a patient of his pass, his cold demeanour returns, and he won't hesitate to use the fresh corpse for research or spare bodily objects or fluids.

When it comes to the stringent rules of the Imperial Creed, Lazarus only pays them as much heed as necessary, pushing the limits of decency and courtesy to the God-Emperor when he can. The Xenos and the Mutant bother him not with their presence, their biological and anatomical structure utterly fascinating to him.

History: Lazarus Germael is the fourth of seven sons born to Sigmund Germael, the patriarch of a minor nobility household on Scintilla. The Germael family lineage had always operated on the rule that the first son was to be heir, the second to join the Administratum, the third to join the Guard, and the fourth to join the Navy. Thus, Lazarus's career was defined for him at birth. While being groomed and schooled for the Imperial Naval Officer's Academy, Lazarus quickly found his fascination with medical and anatomical sciences, and his distaste for people. He excelled in scientific classes, but struggled with much of the pomp and circumstance due to one of his class and destined service.

Lazarus would enter the Academy at the age of 16, enrolling in their medicae program, and graduating with full honors and a commission as an Ensign medicae officer aboard the Saint's Chosen, a small frigate serving across the Calixis sector. It was here Lazarus would find the one person he could stand to deal with, a kindred spirit in the Biologis Tech-Priest Obel Gaven.

Working alongside Obel, Lazarus would serve dutifully and honorably for many years, rising through the ranks and chain of command in the medicae department, before eventually securing the position of Chief Chirurgeon and the rank of First Lieutenant.

Despite his cherished years of service, Lazarus had never been content with simply healing the ill, and had sought to put his knowledge to more theoretical purposes. Together with Obel they secretly conducted research and development of disturbing biological, cybernetic, and bionic enhancements to both servants of the vessel and captured prisoners alike.

This series of heretical actions against both the Emperor and the Omnissiah would not go unnoticed, and official action had to be taken. Obel was taken from the vessel and into the custody of the Mechanicus, never to be seen again. Lazarus, however, was taken before the Captain of his vessel, and the other senior staff, and given a choice.

A detachment of officials from the Imperial Navy were being sent as additional Naval aide to the staff of a Rogue Trader and his forces, one Edmund H. Livingstone. Lazarus would be offered a position about this detachment, sent off into the far-flung corners of the galaxy, likely never to see the core Imperium again for more than moments at a time. Exile, as it were, albeit still in service to the Emperor and Imperium. It was either this...or be given over to the graces of the Imperial Law, with his future uncertain from thereon.

Naturally, as any sane man would, Lazarus chose the exile post alongside the Rogue Trader and his people. The fringes of the galaxy aren’t exactly the ideal locales for Lazarus, but it beats an uncertain fate at the hands of an Arbiter. And it provides him ample chance to work his craft with far less prying eyes to worry about.

Skills: Lazarus is an expert medicae practitioner, and a constant researcher of biological topics and advancements as he comes across them. He also has experience serving as the Chief Chirurgeon aboard a Voidship, and all the trials and tribulations associated with directing the medicae department of one of the Imperium’s starbound fortress-cities.

Thanks to his service alongside a Biologis Tech-Priest in his last assignment for the Imperial Navy proper, his skills with assembling and implanting cybernetics and bionics are profound for one outside the Machine Cult, and it is not uncommon for him to provide patients with enhancements that might be considered Heritek in some circles of Mars and her domains.

Although by no means an expert shot or a professional soldier, Lazarus has survived the occasional firefight with his autopistol, and what he lacks in direct firepower he makes up for with the danger of his preferred Manstopper ammunition and his knowledge of human anatomy.

Equipment: Alongside the aforementioned stub pistol and apparel, Lazarus keeps on hand a diagnosticator for identifying medical issues, a medi-kit for field operations, and a suture set for quickly closing wounds. He also wears a micro-comm in one ear for quick communication across the ship or in the field, and keeps handy a dataslate for computational purposes and other digital tasks.

Miscellaneous: He keeps a personal written journal for cataloging research and procedures that he desires to be kept hidden from anyone but himself. It never leaves his person unless absolutely necessary.

Warhammer 40k: It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP

As far as travelling in one of the God-Emperor's weapon-coated hulking machines of death went, Mordecai had always considered ship travel one of the better prospects to be stuck with. It wasn't all great, of course, what with the constant sense of tension in the air whenever there was the slightest bit of Warp turbulence. But for the most part, it reminded him of being in a basilisk tank. The constant background noise was relaxing, kept him at ease, and gave him plenty of time to think.

Shifted from the tank crew he'd been practically raised with to an infantry regiment full of people from all over. Well, at least he'd been graced with the pleasure of assignment to a Command Squad, even if it was under the command of a Captain who may as well have been a human icepop for how cold she was and how far that stick up her ass went.

The others were a bit of a mixed bag, some good some bad. Mordecai figured the voidsman, Telaci, was a well enough man, if a bit indecipherable at times. The feralworlder Sergeant Rojack was in a similar boat, a fine man for the most part, but his accent and words were a bit thick for Mordecai's taste.

And then there's the Krieger. Mordecai honestly wasn't even sure if he was human. If the Captain was a stick in the mud, this man WAS the mud. At least the Captain understood human emotion and conversation.

As for their duties, being a junior NCO in a Command Squad definitely wasn't the worst place to end up in an infantry regiment. He didn't have any idea what the Captain would have him doing, but at least it was vaguely similar to when he led his tank.

The Captain was talking now. Between the perpetual ringing in his ears, his own thoughts, and the noises of the ship, it was a bit of a struggle to hear completely. The gist of it was about the Command Squad's job to maintain discipline and control over the Company.

"Understood. Keep the lads in line, make sure everything goes down as it should."

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Starlight Crusaders

Chapter Six

"You'll come to regret fighting back, Jotaro. If anything happens to that nurse because you resisted, it'll be on your hands."

"Since you decided to send a hostage to fight me, I doubt I'll have any trouble crushing you. But I don't need to go that far, I can just knock you out and take you to gramps instead. I'm sure he'd be happy to meet you, and you can tell me all about this Dio guy too."

As Jotaro turned to fully face off against Kakyoin, the servant of Dio leaped from the windowsill and raised his arms. Stark green Ripple energy coursed down them, to the tips of his fingers, which were now seemingly drenched in liquid that reflected the green energy.

"Don't you think about any sudden movements, Kakyoin. Back down now, do you hear me?!"

"Oh I hear you, and you can hear this in return...Emerald Splash Overdrive!"

A series of large droplets, colored by and arcing with Kakyoin's green Ripple energy, shot forth from his hands. Shattering objects in nearly all directions, many of them hit Jotaro square in the chest, bloodying him badly and sending him flying into the clinic door with enough force to knock it from its hinges and snap it in half.

"You see, that water was infused with pure Ripple energy. My Ripple style, Hierophant Green, specializes in the use of the Emerald Splash Overdrive as well as manipulating other liquids through the Ripple. Now that its pierced your chest, you'll suffer from intense internal bleeding. And not just you..."

Behind Kakyoin, the school's nurse began to bleed profusely from the mouth, nose, eyes and ears, much to Jotaro's horror.

"The nurse...? But how?!"

"You see, when you forced your Ripple energy into her to expel my own, it had been residing inside her bloodstream. Now that her body is using your power to reject it, its expelling it the only way it can, by forcing her blood out! This is all your fault, Jotaro. She didn't have to get hurt. You should have just let me kill you quietly."

Slowly, Jotaro began to brace his battered and beaten body against the rubble of the doorframe, before bringing himself to a standing position, an enraged stare locked firmly onto Kakyoin.

"And yet, you get back up. Almost like a punching bag swinging back to a boxer. Maybe you just like getting beaten to hell and back?"

As he stood, faint Ripple energy began to flicker across Jotaro's body, his bloody wounds slowly stopping their flow as his breathing became less labored and deeper. His eyes gazed upon Kakyoin from the shadow cast by the brim of his hat. Pure hatred drenched every word he spoke, like poison coating a weapon.

"No one's ever said Jotaro Kujo is a nice guy. I beat the crap out of more people than I'll ever have to. Some are still in the hospital, even. There's plenty of teachers that got on my bad side, and never came back to class. And I make it a personal policy to skip out on a check if the meal's bad. But even a guy like me can recognize evil when he sees it...True evil is using the weak for personal gain, and then crushing them when its over! And that is what you've done to this woman, while you get to hide from the victim, the law, any consequences of your own actions...Therfore, I'll be the one to judge you!"

"My my! How noble of you! Certainly not what I expected. But also dead wrong. The side which survives is good, and how they do it is beside the point. The loser is the one who is evil...Now enough talk, its time to end this! Emerald Splash Overdrive!"

"If the loser is the evil one, then let me show you just how evil you are!"

As Kakyoin's Ripple-infused droplets pulsed with green energy while flying towards Jotaro, his own blinding white Ripple took full form and power. The white arcs of Ripple energy traced around his forearms, which Jotaro held in front of his body, directly in the way of Kakyoin's attack. The energies collided, Jotaro's dazzling white coloring reflecting off of the droplets and casting a blinding glow across the room. The droplets reflected off of Jotaro's forearms and dispersed into nothing, leaving Kakyoin utterly stunned at the fact his signature technique had failed him.

"My Ripple will be used to uphold justice! Barrage Overdrive!"

Jotaro's Ripple-entwined arms rapidly grappled Kakyoin and began to deliver a series of swift, heavy blows. The servant of Dio was bludgeoned beyond measure by this speedy attack, the force of which propelled him through the very wall of the building and left him laying outside the school.

"You caught me off-guard the first time you tried that. I'm glad my Ripple isn't weak, but it tends to make me feel more savage than I am. Luckily the nurse should be alright. Our fight left this place a real mess, so I'd say this is a good day to skip class. I'm taking you with me, to make sure we can get you to spill the beans on Dio."

Hefting Kakyoin's battered form over his shoulder, Jotaro stepped out into the schoolyard through the gaping hole in the clinic wall, making his way to his home, hoping to interrogate Kakyoin with the help of Joseph and Abdul.