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Sophist the Agitator

_{5'7"| Svelte Build | Restless, Cocky, and Determined}

Name: Sophist the Agitator

Age: 15

Nationality: Egyptian

_{Sinsetta FO | The Philosopher's Shard}

Noble Arm Rank: B+

Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Support, Gravity??? (Close/Mid/Long)

Noble Arm Abilities: Sinsetta FO enhances latent abilities and exerts a gravitational force on the user and target. Once spoken of in ancient times, Sinsetta FO is actually a refabricated shard of the crimson Philosopher's Stone. The gold, baseball-sized sphere simply being its chosen mode of transportation. Made by the most reclusive of The Seven Virtues. A tightly guarded secret by its wielders, Sinsetta FO adapts to the holder. In Sophist' case it manifests itself on the enigmatic and pervasive force known as Gravity, allowing him to manipulate it in various ways and degrees. His degree of use is dependent on both his understanding of the force and his current level of Willpower or focus. His abilities are noted by those necessary as the following.

• Enhanced Physicality, superhuman level. Though no where near Pure Strength NAs.
• Gravitational Fields, push and pull. To attribute weight and lessen it.
• Flight at sub-sonic speeds. An adept through his years of practice.
• Conjuration through unknown means and spiritual connection. As long as he can "visualize" it and its placement, he can summon it to the leather holster on his waist.
• Unknown physical transmutation. Upon first use, Sinsetta FO seemingly made him appear more like Master overtime. This is explained away by Master through alchemic means.

Misc Abilities: Spirit Force, Flowing Skyward Style of Combat. A mystic close-combat style that was taught to him by the one called Master. Its regarded by those few advanced students of the occult as deadly. The masses know nothing of it and should regard it as simple martial arts. While his martial style might be the most important, Sophist is likewise inquisitive and observant. He's also an avid studier of lost knowledge.

Personality: Both reserved and impatient, Sophist takes to conflict as thoroughly as he does to his studies of the ancient arts and peaceful resolutions. Meticulous when his attention is grasp by worldly disputes but arguably indifferent in concerns to those petty things most called negotiations, Sophist considers both himself and his time to be of the highest importance. This speaks to a level of arrogance, one he battles with daily with furious mental effort. His Master believes his path arduous but virtuous, speaking of a future yet unseen. Sophist believes his goal meaningless but trusts more in the words of his Master than the blathering of his sub-conscious angst. At the end of all things is the singular personalized ideal of a purpose. Sophist believes his is to seek penance for his whimsical faith several years ago.

*Likes: Ancient things, Pretty women, Text and Scrolls, and Noble Arms

*Dislikes: Sheeple, Over-confident men, Gun-like weaponry

Fears: Emotional attachments, Dark places, Vultures, Rats, Blood, Comedy and Tragedy Masks (specifically)

Bio: Sophist' past begins more or less as a boy named: Oba, whose curiosities led him to radical terrorism and eventual enslavement. The adage "Curiosity killed the cat." applied here with fascinating precision. In his search online, he believed he had found a group of like-minded individuals, his young mind uncaring for the dark subjects therein. Long story short, he was tasked with murdering his beloved dog and leaving his life behind him. He did so and joined a lackluster organization known as The Hand that Reveals.

It was more militaristic than one might think. They dispensed disruptive missions to their "Initiates", whole squads of kids and teens, across the continent of Africa. Before the age of nine, Sophist had killed up to hundreds of people through various means. When he had enough and his mind had somehow, however sudden it was, recognized his horrendous acts; he grasped with horror that he was trapped. Though a child soldier by choice at one point, he became a prisoner in the blink of an eye. A prisoner to his fears and environment. He sought freedom thereafter. On the precipice of turning eleven, he gathered other youths through fanciful speeches and intuitive suggestions. They revolted and though they won; he took on the burden of fifteen fallen comrades.

Freedom costs, he learned. Debts must be paid. It cost him his mind for a period until forces beyond his understanding brought Student and Master together.

Hider

_{Oba determines to repent for his sins and chances to believe in his Master.}

The topic of his training is kept secret, through no magical arts you might surmise, only a sacred creed passed down from master to student. And so, we won't discuss the three year period known as "The Contemplation". At the end of which, Oba renounced his given name and took on Sophist in reverence to his station and lessons. His Master, known simply as Master, was powerful in both mind and physicality. He carried with him a Noble Arm he found half a decade ago and presented it to whom he believed it belonged too all along. Though they lived as scholars, the two shared a brotherly bond and so when goodbyes were shared by Master, it was Sophist who reassured that "All is right, and so it shall be forevermore."

Hider

_{Master demonstrating to Oba for the first time the power of his Noble Arms.}

Thought experiments are prevalent in the teachings of the occult. It was such an experiment that revealed to Sophist his Noble Arm's ability. His Master held a strong tie to The Seven Virtues but did not require Sophist to subscribe to the same. In fact, till this day his Noble Arm, though of Seven Virtues origins, has been used of purely selfish-intent. His first major debut was neither attributed to him or well received. A thought experiment gone awry, he produced the now coined "Footprint of God" along the Nile River. His second debut was a careless action, where he made two highly-regarded political powers kneel and show respect to one another out of frustration. He became known as Sophist the Agitator as said action only caused further strife.

After which he was brough under the supervision of the Big Three, two of which was hoping to subdue and arrest his free will. Sophist has fought several Noble Arms users in this regard; The Seven Virtues being the only faction unwilling to come to blows with him. He ponders on why as he travels to the Philippines in hopes of discovering an unorthodox temple of occult study at the heart of the country. A tense, yet familiar tug on his consciousness follows.

*Current Goal: To assess the cosmic string pulling him to the Philippines.

Military or Civilian Rank: Unregistered Arm Master

*Whatever it takes, Chosen Theme.

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War

Completed but I wanted to place this here just so the others could have a good idea of where I'm heading in case some of us didn't want to overlap in our conception. In case its needed to be said " I'm Interested".

Sophist the Agitator

_{5'7"| Svelte Build | Restless, Cocky, and Determined}

Name: Sophist the Agitator

Age: 15

Nationality: Egyptian

_{Sinsetta FO | The Philosopher's Shard}

Noble Arm Rank: B+

Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Support, Gravity??? (Close/Mid/Long)

Noble Arm Abilities: Sinsetta FO enhances latent abilities and exerts a gravitational force on the user and target. Once spoken of in ancient times, Sinsetta FO is actually a refabricated shard of the crimson Philosopher's Stone. The gold, baseball-sized sphere simply being its chosen mode of transportation. Made by the most reclusive of The Seven Virtues. A tightly guarded secret by its wielders, Sinsetta FO adapts to the holder. In Sophist' case it manifests itself on the enigmatic and pervasive force known as Gravity, allowing him to manipulate it in various ways and degrees. His degree of use is dependent on both his understanding of the force and his current level of Willpower or focus. His abilities are noted by those necessary as the following.

• Enhanced Physicality, superhuman level. Though no where near Pure Strength NAs.
• Gravitational Fields, push and pull. To attribute weight and lessen it.
• Flight at sub-sonic speeds. An adept through his years of practice.
• Conjuration through unknown means and spiritual connection. As long as he can "visualize" it and its placement, he can summon it to the leather holster on his waist.
• Unknown physical transmutation. Upon first use, Sinsetta FO seemingly made him appear more like Master overtime. This is explained away by Master through alchemic means.

Misc Abilities: Spirit Force, Flowing Skyward Style of Combat. A mystic close-combat style that was taught to him by the one called Master. Its regarded by those few advanced students of the occult as deadly. The masses know nothing of it and should regard it as simple martial arts. While his martial style might be the most important, Sophist is likewise inquisitive and observant. He's also an avid studier of lost knowledge.

Personality: Both reserved and impatient, Sophist takes to conflict as thoroughly as he does to his studies of the ancient arts and peaceful resolutions. Meticulous when his attention is grasp by worldly disputes but arguably indifferent in concerns to those petty things most called negotiations, Sophist considers both himself and his time to be of the highest importance. This speaks to a level of arrogance, one he battles with daily with furious mental effort. His Master believes his path arduous but virtuous, speaking of a future yet unseen. Sophist believes his goal meaningless but trusts more in the words of his Master than the blathering of his sub-conscious angst. At the end of all things is the singular personalized ideal of a purpose. Sophist believes his is to seek penance for his whimsical faith several years ago.

*Likes: Ancient things, Pretty women, Text and Scrolls, and Noble Arms

*Dislikes: Sheeple, Over-confident men, Gun-like weaponry

Fears: Emotional attachments, Dark places, Vultures, Rats, Blood, Comedy and Tragedy Masks (specifically)

Bio: Sophist' past begins more or less as a boy named: Oba, whose curiosities led him to radical terrorism and eventual enslavement. The adage "Curiosity killed the cat." applied here with fascinating precision. In his search online, he believed he had found a group of like-minded individuals, his young mind uncaring for the dark subjects therein. Long story short, he was tasked with murdering his beloved dog and leaving his life behind him. He did so and joined a lackluster organization known as The Hand that Reveals.

It was more militaristic than one might think. They dispensed disruptive missions to their "Initiates", whole squads of kids and teens, across the continent of Africa. Before the age of nine, Sophist had killed up to hundreds of people through various means. When he had enough and his mind had somehow, however sudden it was, recognized his horrendous acts; he grasped with horror that he was trapped. Though a child soldier by choice at one point, he became a prisoner in the blink of an eye. A prisoner to his fears and environment. He sought freedom thereafter. On the precipice of turning eleven, he gathered other youths through fanciful speeches and intuitive suggestions. They revolted and though they won; he took on the burden of fifteen fallen comrades.

Freedom costs, he learned. Debts must be paid. It cost him his mind for a period until forces beyond his understanding brought Student and Master together.

Hider

_{Oba determines to repent for his sins and chances to believe in his Master.}

The topic of his training is kept secret, through no magical arts you might surmise, only a sacred creed passed down from master to student. And so, we won't discuss the three year period known as "The Contemplation". At the end of which, Oba renounced his given name and took on Sophist in reverence to his station and lessons. His Master, known simply as Master, was powerful in both mind and physicality. He carried with him a Noble Arm he found half a decade ago and presented it to whom he believed it belonged too all along. Though they lived as scholars, the two shared a brotherly bond and so when goodbyes were shared by Master, it was Sophist who reassured that "All is right, and so it shall be forevermore."

Hider

_{Master demonstrating to Oba for the first time the power of his Noble Arms.}

Thought experiments are prevalent in the teachings of the occult. It was such an experiment that revealed to Sophist his Noble Arm's ability. His Master held a strong tie to The Seven Virtues but did not require Sophist to subscribe to the same. In fact, till this day his Noble Arm, though of Seven Virtues origins, has been used of purely selfish-intent. His first major debut was neither attributed to him or well received. A thought experiment gone awry, he produced the now coined "Footprint of God" along the Nile River. His second debut was a careless action, where he made two highly-regarded political powers kneel and show respect to one another out of frustration. He became known as Sophist the Agitator as said action only caused further strife.

After which he was brough under the supervision of the Big Three, two of which was hoping to subdue and arrest his free will. Sophist has fought several Noble Arms users in this regard; The Seven Virtues being the only faction unwilling to come to blows with him. He ponders on why as he travels to the Philippines in hopes of discovering an unorthodox temple of occult study at the heart of the country. A tense, yet familiar tug on his consciousness follows.

*Current Goal: To assess the cosmic string pulling him to the Philippines.

Military or Civilian Rank: Unregistered Arm Master

*Whatever it takes, Chosen Theme.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

Fox careened into the hold in typical Fox fashion. Thom chuckled at the emergency landing. He flipped on the comms and risked a loosing of his lips. "Nice to see you alive, Fox. I owe you for earlier, don't know how'd I pay you back if you were space dust... Martyn's playing leader again and Holly's letting him, better buckle up."

He flipped off the comm before finishing his pre-diagnostic on Gundam Beleth. The red Gundam more-or-less was in good shape. There was room for improvement, a lot of room but he chucked that up to the complexity of the machine. It was like a whole other entity compared to his Graze-Z. Another smirk, even amongst the hail of cannon-fire. Another shutter too, a ear-wracking shriek of metal as ammunition grazed the decrepit ship.

...

Soon the group had made it to the rendezvous point, a sense of red fear followed Thom the entire time. There was fear blooming over the consequences of their betrayal, anger coiling in his chest because it all went to sh*t in the first place, and hope too. But also something else, a step towards change perhaps. And reluctantly Thom had to admit that it was Martyn's outburst, impulsive and lucky as it was, that caused it. So he simmered down a tad and continued to fixate on their predicament. Still he always believed that there was something crooked and upside-down in Martyn. Something he hid far below his actions.

Thom sat tense in his cockpit, his hands firmly on his controls. He had been ruminating on a certain assumption floating around since arriving. In a moment of sudden decision Thom felt his expression grow cold. Just one more risky gamble. Just one. He opened comms, Gundam Beleth finding cover in a cluster of drifting space rocks. " I'm not your friend, Martyn. Your selfishness perverts your goodwill... I have my own goals. The Mercurial Witch's Familiar Squad is dead if this works out. That's all over now... Holly, Martyn, Fox, Kurt... once we're free from the Jolly Rogs, I'm not taking orders from anyone else. I'm gonna do what I want to do. Let's make that very clear," he finished stonily.

He exhaled calmly over the comms. "Now let's survive, one final time as a team."

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

Perhaps he had been too quiet or Holly simply too entranced to acknowledge his presence but before long, he found himself seated in the infernal-looking mobile suit. Thom studied the controls, they looked by design to be more complicated but felt familiar too. It wasn't until he had dared to hook his "Whiskers" up did he know the difference. Never had the AV interface been so intense. It seized his muscles and mind with such violence that it froze him before he fought off the assault on his senses.

The red Gundam's optics flashed emerald with new life.

Thom placed a clammy finger on the name on his broad-screened console. "...Gundam Beleth, what a monster you are," he smirked. Then a set of voices came through his speakers, a bland pop-up that said "SOUND ONLY" appeared on screen. A dignified voice first, requesting surrender. It was unfamiliar yet possessed an undeniable confidence. He wondered how Holly would respond but should have known better than that. Course, it was Martyn who spoke up first.

Thom couldn't explain how but he knew how to operate the Gundam Beleth. He closed his cockpit and the hatch hissed closed soon afterwards. He spared the idea that this Major was Martyn's "Uncle Charles". He shook his head, attempting to really pound in the placement of the Gundam's controls. Sure and my Grandpa is on the ship he flew here on, he morbidly joked.

Suddenly the ship rocked violently, Thom moved the red mobile suit to catch itself before falling face first, a red palm keeping him steady. Debris was shaken loose from above. "Crap... is it us or Gjallarhorn?" he murmured. Finally after a time, Holly's voice registered. He spoke through the comms the Gundam's were using, "No way, I'm not going back," Thom replied harshly. "Normally I'd agree but I get the feeling now's our only chance for freedom."

Now he had something to say to Martyn, whose impulsiveness again was throwing them further into chaos. "Martyn ease up and think before blathering. Throw too much out there and you might give him a reason to capture us. I'm tired of being a prisoner because of others... We should wait for Kurt."

It was exactly after that declaration that Thom had begun to check his fuel and weaponry seriously.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

“Damn it. Hold on,” shouted Kurt over the comms.

Thom had believed he was the kind of man who would face his death with open eyes. He usually told himself this while laying battered and bruised in his rusted cot. Trying to convince himself that he was tough enough not to shy away from the fear. But he was wrong. In that moment, the fear shut his eyes from the barrel of the rifle.

And he found whispers of shame and self hate in the darkness of his eyelids. He waited for the hot shells and crumpling shards of metal to erase him.

..."Familiar Two, brace yourself," Fox warned.

Not a moment too late, dense rounds flushed the space between them. Loud pieces bounced against his Graze-Z, echoing the pelting into clear noise. The flashes of hot orange blinded him a moment before he instinctively boosted away from the action. Once clear, he watched with hard eyes as Fox twisted the veteran Graze into submission. A cool one-liner tossed in for good measure.

After spotting his missing arm and shield floating slowing between ship plating wreckage, Thom dared to thank Fox and Kurt but Holly's voice came over the line first. Thom spoke up, "Yeah, thanks to Fox. It pays to be crazy sometimes."

Her next response furrowed his brows. "Copy, Familiar One. I'll come back you up... not much else to do here."

Thom pulled on his controls, following Holly's Ahad-Wave.

He found her bulky "Big Boi" nestled on the ship, his own mangled Graze-Z landing next to her Man Rodi. He noticed that her cockpit was empty and relayed that info to the others. "Holly's not in Big Boi... I'm getting out to check the hull. Those new signals got me worried."

Thom unlatched himself from his harness and felt the pressure-release of his AV system. He slid his console into its rest position and opened his own cockpit. An electric glow lit the rented hull, that was suspicious. Then he thought seriously of Holly and knew it was just enticing enough to pique her curiosity. He pushed off the metal with tense legs, floating through the hull, and knew his eyes had went wide with shock.

"Stolas..." was blasted from the cockpit of one of mobile suits.

Thom floated on quietly, eyes baring down on a red infernal mobile suit. "Holly that you?" he asked aloud, feeling stupid but close enough to the empty suit to defend himself if needed.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

From his place in the dead of space, amongst his comrades and the wreckage of rocks and ships, Thom watched with cold interest. Fox's wild maneuver was met with a skillful offset, he eyed the enemy's Graze with renewed purpose. He's experienced. Good enough to hold his composure against bad odds, he determined, hands gripping the controls. This is all falling apart because of Martyn's impulsiveness.

Then Martyn's words tore through him like a punch from Bosun. It was invasive and tasteless but it brought him back to reality. Reminded him that as member of the Mercurial Witch's mobile suit team; results were demanded. It pushed out the remainder of his doubt, the scorch of battle sharpening his focus.

In a sudden burst, Thom drove the Graze-Z towards the enemy Graze. His shield which had been in a ready position was brought closer to his chest, just enough to anticipate the aim of the lance. Thom exhaled the tension building inside as the distance closed. He eased on his boosters, knowing impact at that speed would harm him just as bad as a direct hit. Martyn was closing in too, trying to play the hero as always, risking everyone's life for his own goals. It was infuriating.

Time collapsed on itself for Thom as the yellow Graze reached him with its lance. CLANG!!!

Thom swatted aside the lance with his shield, a hole tearing through the slab of metal and its wielding-arm. Without skipping a beat, his Graze-Z raised its axe and aimed to decapitate the enemy Graze's lance-arm. The screech of metal reverberated through his machine as the arm was chopped off. But he found dread filling his chest as he peered through his screen. The pilot of the yellow Graze was hardened, his rifle raising to open fire on Thom's cockpit.

"Come on!" he grumbled. "Don't let me die!"

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

Thom's stomach settled as his 'Whiskers' dialed in, attempting to wash away his discomfort. An annoyed breath punctuated the comms after Martyn's request and bluster. The ambient hum of his machine took back over while he lingered on whether to dig in or simply carry on in typical Thom fashion.

A heavy pause rested on the line while he gathered an understanding of their situation. "You don't think of anyone else but yourself... I'll do my part."

He retreated into his mind. Thom had known so little and felt so much. He wasn't intelligent, his education was put on hold by the Jolly Rogs that day. The nausea was back now, another knot in his gut.

"Something big is going to happen." Thom said in a low, assured tone. He closed in on the target with the others, keeping the space between himself and the enemy in mind. He brandished his battle blade and readied his shield. Martyn had spat out some orders, Thom hesitated to give himself room to adapt. He maneuvered his Graze-Z out the way of the others and eyed the Schwalbe Graze's reaction to the attack.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

The smell of old metal bugged him more than anything else. It scarred his nostrils with its rancid scent and yet he felt the most comfortable around those space coffins the others call mobile suits. His Graze-Z was reliable, he thought while staring at its looming frame from the catwalk. Buzzing Human Debris set to work completing repairs. Somewhere nearby, Holly was badgering Lefty and the old mechanic was giving it back to her. He glanced this moment later, the gold of his eyes moving independent of his whole head. For some reason he couldn't place he found himself sliding back into the sleeves of his pilot suit; perhaps he was getting cold, there was a certain chill crawling along his spine.

A muted sigh escaped him, They're so loud, though I guess Holly's always had that infectious energy.

Thom went back to absently scrubbing the railings with the dirty rag in hand. As he did so an alarm rang out, a familiar one. It cut through the noise of the hangar though that paled to Bosun's voice. It was harsh but Thom turned a blind-eye to the smack that bloodied Holly, though his jaw tightened instinctively. An echo of the pain he knew accompanied Bosun's fist.

"Tsk," he hissed before floating off towards his Graze-Z. Out the corner of his eye he caught Martyn moving too.

"Pawn, get your ass in gear!" Bosun yelled towards him.

Thom made sure to put some pep in his leaps as he hurried to his cockpit. The younger kids scurried away, one in particular taking his time. "Good luck," he mouthed, rubbing snot from his nose.

He dared a nod of avowal to the kid before leaning back and feeling the sudden, searing pain of his 'Whiskers' interfacing with the machine. He jerked slightly as the pain eased into a more bearable sensation. His dark bangs fell over his face, his voice seemed to be faraway, I won't die, I won't die, I won't die, I won't die, I won't die... I'll face what comes and survive.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

Thom

Name: Thom Abraham

Appearance: Of shorter-than average height (5'6") for his age, Thom is a youth with a self-assured body language. Acceptance seemingly radiates through his weakened movements. Oddly enough, his gold eyes smolder with a goal and his dark hair, both unkempt and oily with grime, seems to lay heavy on his scalp. After receiving the Alaya Vijnana surgery twice, two growths protrude from his upper spine. He calls them whiskers. Like the others, his clothes are fairly ragged. He usually sticks to the plain t-shirts and shorts for his meager lifestyle.

Age: 17

Background: His memory is dusky and has never been the best since his abduction but Thom can recall a few portent people from his past. He remembers his grandfather was in Gjallarhorn, that he may have been influential though he's unsure what rank or political power he held. His mother and father's fate remains a mystery to him, despite knowing they traveled with him on the shuttle. And under the spell of sleep, Thom can see the flashing of gunfire interrupting the ruddy lights of the pirated shuttle. The thought that, right before things went horribly south, that he would still visit Mars. See the birth place of the Orga Itsuka and the Tekkadan he forged. Like many others however, he was made Human Debris, brought aboard the Jolly Rogs Fleet, specifically the Mercurial Witch's crew, and made into a Rat.

Personality and Reputation: Overall Thom projects obedience. To most of the Mercurial Witch's crew, he's a silent presence, fierce and trained. He never questions his orders and follows them precisely, to the letter almost. Long as his survival is not on the line; he very rarely goes beyond his station. Most of them call him "The Pawn". To the other Human Debris, he's become something of a guardian figure and projects an almost unifying fearlessness in their shared suffering. With them the silence breaks and the real him rolls out. He's mirthless but he is protective and caring of the younger ones. Even more so of the dumber ones. Still, its his cold mental state that allows him to maintain a survivor's composure. He's fickle but once his mind is made up, he becomes annoyingly stubborn.


Mobile Suit: EB-06s Graze Commander Type
Name: Graze-Z
Frame: Graze Commander Type
Appearance: Graze-Z is a weathered green mobile suit maintained by the Mercurial Witch's mechanics.
Equipment |

• Alaya Vijinana System
• Head Sphere Sensor (standard)
• Booster Unit (standard)
• GR-W01 120mm Rifle (short rifle/weapon)
• GR-H02 Battle Blade (weapon/ its chipped)
• GR-E01 8.8m Shield (armament)

Mobile Suit: ASW-G-13 Gundam Beleth
Name: Gundam Beleth
Frame: ASW-G-13 Gundam Beleth
Appearance: Beleth is a crimson Gundam with a bluish-purple frame and green optics. Its devilish appearance, doused in bright red, has given Gundam Beleth a fierce and courageous silhouette.
Equipment |

• Alaya Vijinana System
• Single Backpack Arm (left side)
• Arm Short Hammer - A short bluish-purple handle fixed with a crimson double-sided hammer (right side/fixed on right forearm)
• Giant Spear-Sword - Beleth's main weaponry is a hardy black spear tipped with a crimson double-edged blade. Thrusters are attached to the blade section and can be launched from the spear along wire for added range. (left backpack arm/handheld/close-mid combat)
• Ahab Thrusters (back and waist)
• Thermal Phase Transition Thrusters

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

It could be a thing where Stolas' weapon was a reimagined or an improved version of Beleth's. Not something too far out of the realm of possibility. I think that could be a nice angle to take. Just a suggestion incase you really wanted to keep the Spear weapon.