Deep Space
Wherever
The imposing figure of the ReGHOST traversed the darkness of space, it's scanners tuned towards tracking the Agamemnon-Class ship Ortygia.
For several hours, it searched the area, scans set to full deep in ZAFT territory. Oddly enough, although the Guild Tech did not go undiscovered, the ones who approached him were generic ZAFT patrolmen, who took his contract and Junk Guild status at face value. It was on one such encounter that Aaron felt the need to inquire about something.
"You know, for a place thats supposed to have seen the destruction of a Federation ship by violent and explosive means, there isn't much debris."
The helmeted figure of the patrolman nodded, "I was a bit surprised too, I've been on this route for weeks, and this is the first I've heard of any engagement in the area."
The blond's eyes narrowed beneath his helmet, "Yeah, it's making me reconsider this whole dogtag retrieval contract."
"No bodies no paycheck, eh, buddy? Good luck." The GINN turned around, blasting off in a wave of heat and light, as the Engineer cut communications.
So...There was no battle.
Interesting. That means that Azrael sent me out here off shoddy intel, or he just wanted me to walk into an ambush. The former isnt plausible, given his position and the fact he contacted a potential asset like myself. His type make sure that the information they receive is accurate, even if they botch the execution of whatever the hell they're scheming.
So he wants me caught by surprise. The question is: Why? It couldn't be revenge. I only ever killed contractors that tried to backstab me, and those were only ever small time bit crews. Big mucky-mucks like him don't give a crap about them, even if any of them were pawns of his. I'm a Natural, so rampant racism isn't a motivation. If he wanted the Gold Frame he wouldn't have put me into a combat situation under these circumstances...So if he doesn't want me dead for some kind of infinitely small reason to the point of picking me out in particular, that means that I'm....being tested.
Wonderful.
Unseen, the blond sighed, and fiddled with his instruments. Turning them from seeking out random debris, to a long range-scan for a ship matching the Ortygia's descriptions.
Several more hours later, right after recharging his suit and moving the Nava-Hoe into a new searching area, Gentles received readings from his mobile suit's scanners confirming the Ortygia's presence.
"Looks like I've found you, 'Project X'. Pfft." Snorting to himself, the Gold Frame turned and abruptly sped towards the ship. As if in answer, a white trail of light erupted from the craft, speeding towards him. "And now for work."
Seconds later, static burst into the Astray's cockpit, before a shrill, effeminate voice roared, "A GUNDAM!!! DO YOU KNOW KIRA YAMATO?!" before an image of a young...person came up on his display.
"Afraid I don't."
The helmet nodded once, before continuing in a more pleasant tone, "Oh, I see then. Thanks for your time...NOW DIE!"
Sighing, the black and gold mobile suit lowered its position, avoiding a burst of beam...pellets.
Beam submachine gun? Interesting way to tackle the energy consumption limit, if ultimately stupid and unnecessary. The Guild Tech banked to the left, avoiding another stream of fire as a high pitched roar of frustration filled his ears. "Excuse me," Aaron began, hailing his opponent, "But I'm with the Junk Guild, firing on me, even if ineffectual, is a violation" Aaron paused, glancing around expectantly, "...of the Non-Aggression Pact between the Federation, Plants, and ORB regarding our organization. I'd really-"
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" The child screamed, ejecting the clip from his beam gun, a concept the Guild Tech was still wrapping his head around, before replacing it with another. "Hold Still! I don't care about your shitty Junk Guild status! Fight me! As a man piloting a Gundam, that's your destiny!"
The man waved his hand at the other pilot dismissively, "Nope."
"YES IT IS!"
"Explain this to me, then."
"FINE! But only if you agree to fight me afterwards!"
"Sure."
The genderless creature in front of him sighed, taking a deep breath, "My name is Cahard Pars, Special Operative X of th-"
For some reason, images of the Gold Frame becoming transparent filled the eyes of the all observers, as each individual part of the ReGHOST was dyed the color of the void, before vanishing entirely.
"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!"
"Didn't ask for your life story, kid. Later."
"GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD!" Cahard screamed, tearing off his helmet in frustration as his long, womanly black hair filled his cockpit in the zero gravity environment.
A transmission cut in, showing the younger pilot an image of a librarian in a Federation suit, adjusting her glasses as she looked at him sharply, "Special Agent! We've pinpointed the location of the enemies craft, I'm sending you the coordinates now!"
The failed coordinator felt a savage grin grow across his features, "I've got you now, you little punk!" He growled, his voice cracking in the process, "Activating Armure Lumiere!" He shoved a thumb down on a button, as several antennae extended from the boy's Gundam, emitting a hard blue light which surrounded the mobile suit completely. "Now I've got you, you little bitch!" A countdown starting from 5 minutes lit up on the Hyperion's display, "With my shield up, I'll rush that pathetic little ship of yours and reduce it to a scrap heap! AHAAHAHA!"
"Would have mocked you for leaving your channel open, but this is still pretty satisfying."
A blue axe tore through the Hyperion's right arm, cleanly separating it from the rest of the machine, as a gold and black arm grabbed it while behind the larger mobile suit.
"Yoink." The blond man states in a flat tone.
Cahard's eyes opened wide in shock, "But, how?! How did your cheap suit get past my Armure Lumiere?!"
In front of him, the brown suited image of Aaron Gentles appeared once again, "Easy. As soon as I stealthed..." Another image popped up on the Hyperion's monitor, showing a helpful diagram to illustrate the Guild Tech's explanation, "I went behind you. Then I let you do whatever it was you were going to do. And then took the opportunity to disarm you." The Gold Frame lifted up the Hyperion's severed limb, "Quite literally."
The failed ultimate coordinators mouth gaped like a fish in shock, "You! YOU BITCH! I'M GONNA VIOLATE YOU!!!!"
Aaron snorted,"Poor choice of words." The engineer replied, as the black panels on his mobile suits back flipped over, dropping over the shoulders of the Hyperion. His hand reached towards a button labeled "Maga no Ikutachi". It then slammed down on it.
"Data! Draaaaaaaain!" He mutters unemotionally, as the black extensions crackled with energy. Within seconds, the phase shift armor giving the Hyperion it's color faded away, as did the shining blue shield which had previously surrounded it.
"Now then," Aaron warned the blubbering child, "Don't go anywhere while I dispose of your friends."
Cahard simply watched helplessly as the Gold Frame sped towards the only place in the universe he could call home, it's massive blue axe slicing the engine's clean off, before emptying several seconds of machine gun fire into what the Coordinator already understood to be the ships living quarters. His eyes widened in sick fascination as he saw the gold and black mobile suit destroy what he already knew to be the source of the ship's life support functions. The figure set the axe over it's shoulder, admiring it's work as frost leaked out from the craft's hull, marking the violent exit of the ship's atmosphere.
"A job well done. I'll back in a sec, keep an eye on things here for me, will you?"
Suddenly, Cahard's cockpit was flooded with live camera footage of the inside of the Ortygia
"You..." The failure muttered in horror, "You son of a bitch..."
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Project X
Name: Canard Pars
Gender: Male(?)
Age: Maybe 16
Height: 5'Asian
Weight: 120 pounds
Rank/Title: Special Officer
Special: Failed Ultimate Coordinator. Has higher reflexes than other coordinators. Maybe.
Bio: A failed Ultimate Coordinator (born entirely in a mechanical fetus, but apparently not a 100% perfect designer baby), Canard lived most of his life being forced to run on treadmills as scientists looked on his half-naked form with homoerotic sciencelust. For some reason, this wound up traumatizing the boy greatly, and the ungrateful lab rat would later break out in an attempt to escape his rather comfortable environment. The attempt failed, but not before one Gilbert Durandal made his presence known, his bizarre affinity for being near genetically altered young boys of significance affecting yet another impressionable child as Durandal informed a young Pars that not only was he experimented on for being a failure in artificial utero, but also because there was, somewhere, someone who did not fuck it up.
He is then told that said Ultimate Coordinators name is Kira Yamato, and the rest is history.
After that day, Pars spent every waking moment deciding to be perfect, edgy, and superdark. And having done so, he would definitely be able to surpass Kira Yamato, find him, kill him, and take his place in the universe. He was later picked up by an aging fat man and given his own experimental supersuit, the CAT1-X1/3 Hyperion Gundam Unit 1.
Name: CAT1-X1/3 Hyperion Gundam Unit 1
Type: Real
Dimensions: 16.9 Meters
Weight: 54.7 Metric Tons
Strength: 20
Armor: 40 (60)
Firepower: 50
Performance: 30
Mobility: 30
Energy Output: 40
Sensors:30
Description:
It's a blue, white, and red Gundam with turbines strapped to it's back and is holding a beam submachine gun.
Weapons:
Multi-barrel CIWS: Like most other mobile suits, the Hyperion series features two head mounted multi-barrel CIWS guns to shoot down incoming missiles or enemies at close range. These guns are the only shell-firing weapons on the suit.
RBW Type 7001 "Romteknica" Beam Knives: For close combat, the Hyperion features five RBW Type 7001 "Romteknica" beam knives. One is stored on each limb and one on the sub-machine gun. The knives are powered by their own independent batteries, drawing no power from the suit's battery and can thus be also used as throwing weapons.
RFW-99 "Zastava Stigmate" Beam Sub-machine Gun: The main ranged combat weapon of the suit is the "Zastava Stigmate" beam sub-machine gun. The beam sub-machine gun's battery is stored in a "clip" which can be quickly and easily replaced, and while its shots are weaker than those of standard beam rifles, its rate of fire is much greater. The sub-machine gun also mounts a "Romteknica" beam knife below the sensor, allowing the suit to engage in close combat quickly without changing weapons. The beam knife can also be ejected to hit incoming enemy unit.
"Forfanterie" Beam Cannon: The strongest weapons of the Hyperion are the two "Forfanterie" beam cannons mounted in the backpack binders. These cannons fold over the shoulders when in use and are powered by their own batteries, which are ejected after each shot.
Abilities:
"Armure Lumiere" Mono-phase Lightwave Shield: The main feature of the Hyperion series is the "Armure Lumiere" mono-phase lightwave shield system. Hyperion has in total 7 lightwave shield emitters, 1 on each arm, 1 on the back of the backpack and 2 on each backpack binder. The 2 arm-mounted emitters can generate triangular beam shields, and the 5 backpack-mounted units can project an energy barrier similar to the "Umbrella of Artemis" that completely surrounds and protect the mobile suit when they are used together. However, this barrier completely drains the suit's batteries in approximately 5 minutes.
Hyperion itself can attack through this barrier, including throwing its beam knife. The beam emitted by the shield system can also take on other shapes and be used as an offensive weapon that is capable of penetrating other lightwave barriers, positron barriers and possibly beam shields. The latter two which are in fact developed based on the lightwave barrier. Lightwave barriers aren't without weakness however as weapons with anti-beam properties have been known to be able to penetrate the barrier.
Signature Moves:
"Do you know, Kira Yamato?!": Constant asking of this question causes the target to be confused and bewildered, before being shot.
360 Shield: The Hyperion's shields are deployed in a 360 degree barrier, completely sealing off the unit and protecting it from harm. Supposedly.
Name: Canard Pars
Gender: Male(?)
Age: Maybe 16
Height: 5'Asian
Weight: 120 pounds
Rank/Title: Special Officer
Special: Failed Ultimate Coordinator. Has higher reflexes than other coordinators. Maybe.
Bio: A failed Ultimate Coordinator (born entirely in a mechanical fetus, but apparently not a 100% perfect designer baby), Canard lived most of his life being forced to run on treadmills as scientists looked on his half-naked form with homoerotic sciencelust. For some reason, this wound up traumatizing the boy greatly, and the ungrateful lab rat would later break out in an attempt to escape his rather comfortable environment. The attempt failed, but not before one Gilbert Durandal made his presence known, his bizarre affinity for being near genetically altered young boys of significance affecting yet another impressionable child as Durandal informed a young Pars that not only was he experimented on for being a failure in artificial utero, but also because there was, somewhere, someone who did not fuck it up.
He is then told that said Ultimate Coordinators name is Kira Yamato, and the rest is history.
After that day, Pars spent every waking moment deciding to be perfect, edgy, and superdark. And having done so, he would definitely be able to surpass Kira Yamato, find him, kill him, and take his place in the universe. He was later picked up by an aging fat man and given his own experimental supersuit, the CAT1-X1/3 Hyperion Gundam Unit 1.
Name: CAT1-X1/3 Hyperion Gundam Unit 1
Type: Real
Dimensions: 16.9 Meters
Weight: 54.7 Metric Tons
Strength: 20
Armor: 40 (60)
Firepower: 50
Performance: 30
Mobility: 30
Energy Output: 40
Sensors:30
Description:
It's a blue, white, and red Gundam with turbines strapped to it's back and is holding a beam submachine gun.
Weapons:
Multi-barrel CIWS: Like most other mobile suits, the Hyperion series features two head mounted multi-barrel CIWS guns to shoot down incoming missiles or enemies at close range. These guns are the only shell-firing weapons on the suit.
RBW Type 7001 "Romteknica" Beam Knives: For close combat, the Hyperion features five RBW Type 7001 "Romteknica" beam knives. One is stored on each limb and one on the sub-machine gun. The knives are powered by their own independent batteries, drawing no power from the suit's battery and can thus be also used as throwing weapons.
RFW-99 "Zastava Stigmate" Beam Sub-machine Gun: The main ranged combat weapon of the suit is the "Zastava Stigmate" beam sub-machine gun. The beam sub-machine gun's battery is stored in a "clip" which can be quickly and easily replaced, and while its shots are weaker than those of standard beam rifles, its rate of fire is much greater. The sub-machine gun also mounts a "Romteknica" beam knife below the sensor, allowing the suit to engage in close combat quickly without changing weapons. The beam knife can also be ejected to hit incoming enemy unit.
"Forfanterie" Beam Cannon: The strongest weapons of the Hyperion are the two "Forfanterie" beam cannons mounted in the backpack binders. These cannons fold over the shoulders when in use and are powered by their own batteries, which are ejected after each shot.
Abilities:
"Armure Lumiere" Mono-phase Lightwave Shield: The main feature of the Hyperion series is the "Armure Lumiere" mono-phase lightwave shield system. Hyperion has in total 7 lightwave shield emitters, 1 on each arm, 1 on the back of the backpack and 2 on each backpack binder. The 2 arm-mounted emitters can generate triangular beam shields, and the 5 backpack-mounted units can project an energy barrier similar to the "Umbrella of Artemis" that completely surrounds and protect the mobile suit when they are used together. However, this barrier completely drains the suit's batteries in approximately 5 minutes.
Hyperion itself can attack through this barrier, including throwing its beam knife. The beam emitted by the shield system can also take on other shapes and be used as an offensive weapon that is capable of penetrating other lightwave barriers, positron barriers and possibly beam shields. The latter two which are in fact developed based on the lightwave barrier. Lightwave barriers aren't without weakness however as weapons with anti-beam properties have been known to be able to penetrate the barrier.
Signature Moves:
"Do you know, Kira Yamato?!": Constant asking of this question causes the target to be confused and bewildered, before being shot.
360 Shield: The Hyperion's shields are deployed in a 360 degree barrier, completely sealing off the unit and protecting it from harm. Supposedly.
Bowels of the Nava-Hoe
Aaron Gentles stood in his workshop, staring blankly at a screen. He had input the channel correctly. He had connected to the other party without issue. He was not being traced or wiretapped or any other form of being eavesdropped upon.
So why was he staring at a black wall after his signal had gotten through? And why was he continuing to look at it blankly like an idiot?
Several minutes ticked by, as the engineer contemplated ways he could be better spending his time. He had finally settled on not purchasing the vintage toaster to satisfy his carnal urges, and had simply filled up a bathtub with loose bills to relax in instead.
Much healthier.
The blond reached to switch off the feed and return to his relaxing money bath, when an irritating, nasally voice came through the speakers.
"Ah, wait! Stop! Sorry to keep you waiting!"
Gentles hesitated, weighed his options, and then shut off the feed. The man stood up, and then prepared to shuck off his suit after a long day of filling out paperwork.
The viewscreen beeped, announcing a call waiting. Sighing, the Guild Tech returned to his seat, before answering the call. The image that appeared before him caused the man to narrow his eyes in distaste at the greasy figure in a cheap suit. It was not merely the fact that the man was blond and blue-eyed. It was not merely the fact that he had pasty white skin and an all too expressive face.
It was that all of the man's features accumulated to the point where Aaron realized that he was staring at his complete opposite in every way.
And that somehow, some day, the time would come when he would have to kill the man in front of him in as messy a manner as possible.
For the balance of the universe and whatnot.
Future homicide set aside for the moment, the Engineer focused on his immediate task, which was to apparently negotiate with his would-be victim.
"Chairman Azrael, I presume?" The curled hair inquired, opening the discussion.
"You presume correctly, Mr. Gentles." The greaseball replied in kind, "As you may have no doubt noticed, we've come to offer you and your..." Azrael paused, looking to the side for the moment as if considering his choice of words, "Ship, I suppose, a rather lucrative job offer. I hear that even among the Junk Guild, you have a reputation for getting things done. And I am a man that needs things to get done." Azrael pauses, breathing in, "Mr. Gentles-"
"I understand, Chairman." The engineer interrupted the oncoming diatribe flatly, receiving a cool glare from the well-spoken Klansman, "I'm assuming that you are sending me into an at risk environment? What, exactly, does the head of Blue Cosmos require the services of a humble Junk Guild Tech such as myself for?"
Azrael stares at his opposite for a moment, arms folded over his chest in a childish pout, "Fine then, I did say you could ask questions, didn't I? I'm acting as an intermediary for the Atlantic Federation, Mr. Gentles. And we have it on sensitive information that one of our prototype mobile suits has gone missing after the ship transporting it was attacked while in ZAFT held space."
"That sounds like a terrible place to hide a Federation mobile suit." Gentles deadpanned, receiving another glare from the blond opposite.
"Yes, well, it was a secret facility, and I certainly don't make those kinds of decisions, now, do I?" The unrepentant racist replied scathingly, as if he had been expected to have a hand in such highly classified military matters, "Anyway, the job is to 'salvage' the area and recover whatever you can find. If you can find the ship, or any remains of it that had data on the suit, or even the suit itself, return it to us in whatever condition and we'll be sure to reward you handsomely."
Aaron sighed, shaking his head as he extended a lanky arm, waving it to the side in a dismissive motion, "Mr. Azrael, I don't see why you don't just hire out a mercenary squad for it, or simply send out a retrieval team of your own to salvage whatevers left."
The politician simply stared at the engineer coldly for a moment, his expression finally taking a form befitting one of the most powerful men in the world, "I think you and I both know the answer to that."
The engineer nodded, "That sounds like a violation of the Non-Aggression Pact signed by the Three Powers."
"We can make it worth your time, Mr. Gentles. Should you succeed, some very powerful men would be in your debt."
"Still not interested, Mr. Chairman. I'm a Guild Tech first and-"
"You and I both know that you only pay those hippy bilaws of yours lip service at best, Mr. Gentles." This time, it was Azrael's turn to cut off his opposite, and the smug grin plastered over his pasty face showed just how much he enjoyed it. "Now do we have a deal?"
The two men exchange heated glares in silence, measuring each other up for a few long moments before Aaron nods in answer.
"Just send me the details."
Azrael nods in response, satisfied, "I'll send you the last known coordinates. It's called 'Project X', by the way, and we need it taken care of as quickly as possible. That suit in the hands of a Coordinator is a scary thing, Mr. Gentles. I'd rather not risk it by having you dally."
"Of course." Aaron said, standing up from his seat as he took out his tablet, it having just received the information for this contract, "It's not like a Coordinator has ever used one of your prototype mobile suits against you before."
His back turned towards the screen, the Guild Tech never notices Azrael's face twist in fury at the barb. With an expression like biting into an extremely sour lemon, the leader of Blue Cosmos nods at the retreating figure of Aaron Gentles, eyes narrowed in dislike.
"...Good luck."
Aaron Gentles stood in his workshop, staring blankly at a screen. He had input the channel correctly. He had connected to the other party without issue. He was not being traced or wiretapped or any other form of being eavesdropped upon.
So why was he staring at a black wall after his signal had gotten through? And why was he continuing to look at it blankly like an idiot?
Several minutes ticked by, as the engineer contemplated ways he could be better spending his time. He had finally settled on not purchasing the vintage toaster to satisfy his carnal urges, and had simply filled up a bathtub with loose bills to relax in instead.
Much healthier.
The blond reached to switch off the feed and return to his relaxing money bath, when an irritating, nasally voice came through the speakers.
"Ah, wait! Stop! Sorry to keep you waiting!"
Gentles hesitated, weighed his options, and then shut off the feed. The man stood up, and then prepared to shuck off his suit after a long day of filling out paperwork.
The viewscreen beeped, announcing a call waiting. Sighing, the Guild Tech returned to his seat, before answering the call. The image that appeared before him caused the man to narrow his eyes in distaste at the greasy figure in a cheap suit. It was not merely the fact that the man was blond and blue-eyed. It was not merely the fact that he had pasty white skin and an all too expressive face.
It was that all of the man's features accumulated to the point where Aaron realized that he was staring at his complete opposite in every way.
And that somehow, some day, the time would come when he would have to kill the man in front of him in as messy a manner as possible.
For the balance of the universe and whatnot.
Future homicide set aside for the moment, the Engineer focused on his immediate task, which was to apparently negotiate with his would-be victim.
"Chairman Azrael, I presume?" The curled hair inquired, opening the discussion.
"You presume correctly, Mr. Gentles." The greaseball replied in kind, "As you may have no doubt noticed, we've come to offer you and your..." Azrael paused, looking to the side for the moment as if considering his choice of words, "Ship, I suppose, a rather lucrative job offer. I hear that even among the Junk Guild, you have a reputation for getting things done. And I am a man that needs things to get done." Azrael pauses, breathing in, "Mr. Gentles-"
"I understand, Chairman." The engineer interrupted the oncoming diatribe flatly, receiving a cool glare from the well-spoken Klansman, "I'm assuming that you are sending me into an at risk environment? What, exactly, does the head of Blue Cosmos require the services of a humble Junk Guild Tech such as myself for?"
Azrael stares at his opposite for a moment, arms folded over his chest in a childish pout, "Fine then, I did say you could ask questions, didn't I? I'm acting as an intermediary for the Atlantic Federation, Mr. Gentles. And we have it on sensitive information that one of our prototype mobile suits has gone missing after the ship transporting it was attacked while in ZAFT held space."
"That sounds like a terrible place to hide a Federation mobile suit." Gentles deadpanned, receiving another glare from the blond opposite.
"Yes, well, it was a secret facility, and I certainly don't make those kinds of decisions, now, do I?" The unrepentant racist replied scathingly, as if he had been expected to have a hand in such highly classified military matters, "Anyway, the job is to 'salvage' the area and recover whatever you can find. If you can find the ship, or any remains of it that had data on the suit, or even the suit itself, return it to us in whatever condition and we'll be sure to reward you handsomely."
Aaron sighed, shaking his head as he extended a lanky arm, waving it to the side in a dismissive motion, "Mr. Azrael, I don't see why you don't just hire out a mercenary squad for it, or simply send out a retrieval team of your own to salvage whatevers left."
The politician simply stared at the engineer coldly for a moment, his expression finally taking a form befitting one of the most powerful men in the world, "I think you and I both know the answer to that."
The engineer nodded, "That sounds like a violation of the Non-Aggression Pact signed by the Three Powers."
"We can make it worth your time, Mr. Gentles. Should you succeed, some very powerful men would be in your debt."
"Still not interested, Mr. Chairman. I'm a Guild Tech first and-"
"You and I both know that you only pay those hippy bilaws of yours lip service at best, Mr. Gentles." This time, it was Azrael's turn to cut off his opposite, and the smug grin plastered over his pasty face showed just how much he enjoyed it. "Now do we have a deal?"
The two men exchange heated glares in silence, measuring each other up for a few long moments before Aaron nods in answer.
"Just send me the details."
Azrael nods in response, satisfied, "I'll send you the last known coordinates. It's called 'Project X', by the way, and we need it taken care of as quickly as possible. That suit in the hands of a Coordinator is a scary thing, Mr. Gentles. I'd rather not risk it by having you dally."
"Of course." Aaron said, standing up from his seat as he took out his tablet, it having just received the information for this contract, "It's not like a Coordinator has ever used one of your prototype mobile suits against you before."
His back turned towards the screen, the Guild Tech never notices Azrael's face twist in fury at the barb. With an expression like biting into an extremely sour lemon, the leader of Blue Cosmos nods at the retreating figure of Aaron Gentles, eyes narrowed in dislike.
"...Good luck."
Triple ppst
Double post
At work, but thoughts:
Through shenanigans, the Transtech team discover Eureka Seven AO.
Theyd ignore it (:maybe), but then they receive word that the verse possesses a MacGuffin that erases whatever it shoots from history, without exception
Thoughts?
Through shenanigans, the Transtech team discover Eureka Seven AO.
Theyd ignore it (:maybe), but then they receive word that the verse possesses a MacGuffin that erases whatever it shoots from history, without exception
Thoughts?
Ignore this doublepost
Random Junk Guild Supply Satellite
Aaron Gentles wandered the corridors of the station, impeccably dressed in his suit, having just completed a major transaction.
As outdated and near-useless as the ship had been, it still represented a sizable amount of scrap, and thus had given him enough money to swim in.
Or have sex with.
Or to buy a good deal of parts and knick-knacks for his work
Or to buy a good deal of parts and knick-knacks to have sex with
Man, he needed to get his mind off his issues. If he wasn't careful, at the rate he was going he'd fall in love with a gynoid.
Developing toaster fetish aside, the Guild Tech wandered the halls of the satellite, running over numbers in his head as he worked out a budget.
"-Gentles!"
The man was used to working alone. And what a great deal of time wandering the depths of space alone had taught him was that whenever something annoying appeared, if he ignored it, it would eventually go away. Like his toaster fetish.
"Yo, Gentles!"
Juuuuuuust like the toaster fetish
"Hey, I know you can hear me!"
Anytime now
"Lowe, I think he's just ignoring you."
"Dammit, Liam, I know!"
Wishing he had an axe, or a toaster, on hand, the tall blond turned towards the source of his growing headache, namely a taller Japanese man with reddish brown hair that came up in a mullet so tall that it almost compensated for the height difference between the two. The hair was so massive, that the shorter man had wrapped a bandanna around it so that it would hold up rather than collapse upon it's own weight.
"Good day, Mr. Guele." He mutters, tilting his head slightly in acknowledgment.
"Heya, Gentles!" The younger engineer declares enthusiastically, "Been awhile!"
Since the last time you badgered me, or when you left my comrades to die before deciding to spare their murderer on a whim? "Indeed it has. What business brings you here?" And how did you know to find me, you annoying little shit?
The hot blooded genius places his hands behind his head, expression cheerful, "Ah, you know, just resupplying after picking up a new contract, it's pretty hush-hush, but we've gotta apparently go escort some big shot for another big shot down on Earth. What about you? Saw you towing in that hunk of scrap when we docked, asked the Cap, and he said you were still filling out the paperwork, lucky we caught ya!"
The faceless man stares at the teen incredulously for a moment, before shaking his head in surrender, "Actually, it's the ship belonging to my former contractor. After I retrieved their parts, they wanted to...renegotiate our terms."
Lowe whistled in appreciation, "Poor guys. I hope you didn't kill 'em, we're Junk Guild, after all."
"Of course I didn't kill them, Mr. Guele." Gentles stated flatly, "I simply evicted them from their ship," Forcibly, "I made sure that they had their normal suits on," Even if they did not have them on entirely at the time for some, "Sent them off into space," Without an escape pod, "And last I checked, they still had their distress signals going. With any luck, they should be picked up within a day or two."
Whether or not they'd live that long? Something the elder Engineer did not know, nor care.
The younger man shrugged, his face turning serious, "You know, isn't this kind of thing happening a lot with you, lately? I mean, I know that the recording always exonerate you," Much like every other instance of attempted mugging, Aaron had ensured that he recorded proof of the threats on his life before commencing the hijacking of whatever vessel his would-be extortionists had been using for transport. It was rather common at this point, since he had inherited the Nava-Hoe and Astray Gold Frame and restored them to mission ready status. "But a guy can't help but be worried. And, well, I know you can take care of yourself, Aaron, but the Guild's like one big family. And family watches out for one another."
Gentles was floored by the statement, his face remained impassive, but he found himself frozen, staring at the younger man for a moment, processing what he said. A hot feeling began spreading through his chest, as his hand unconsciously curled into a fist, "I appreciate the concern, Mr. Lowe. But do not worry, I am in no danger. My ship is more than capable of defending itself."
Lowe blinked, his face turning into a frown as he stepped forward, "Now listen-"
A beeping sound interrupted whatever the bandanna'd man was about to say, as Aaron reached into a pocket to withdraw his tablet. Flicking the notice that had popped up, he read the message he had just been alerted to.
...I have no idea who this is.
"By the way, Mr. Guele, do you know who Muruta Azrael is?"
Lowe blinked slowly, a thoughtful look crossing his features as he looked to the side, attempting to solve the problem before him.
"Actually, I may know." The younger man's friend, an older youth with long blue hair...Liam..Gar-something, "Muruta Azrael is.." He reached behind him, withdrawing his own tablet from his white shirt, "The leader of the Natural Supremacist Group, Blue Cosmos. They're particularly known for their open support of the genocide of all Coordinators."
The blond nodded, "I see. Then I guess I'll leave you two to your business." He nodded in their direction once, before turning on his heel and departing down the corridor once again to oversee the transfer of his salvage, leaving Lowe still standing absently, a look of extreme concentration on his face as he stared at the bulkhead.
Aaron Gentles wandered the corridors of the station, impeccably dressed in his suit, having just completed a major transaction.
As outdated and near-useless as the ship had been, it still represented a sizable amount of scrap, and thus had given him enough money to swim in.
Or have sex with.
Or to buy a good deal of parts and knick-knacks for his work
Or to buy a good deal of parts and knick-knacks to have sex with
Man, he needed to get his mind off his issues. If he wasn't careful, at the rate he was going he'd fall in love with a gynoid.
Developing toaster fetish aside, the Guild Tech wandered the halls of the satellite, running over numbers in his head as he worked out a budget.
"-Gentles!"
The man was used to working alone. And what a great deal of time wandering the depths of space alone had taught him was that whenever something annoying appeared, if he ignored it, it would eventually go away. Like his toaster fetish.
"Yo, Gentles!"
Juuuuuuust like the toaster fetish
"Hey, I know you can hear me!"
Anytime now
"Lowe, I think he's just ignoring you."
"Dammit, Liam, I know!"
Wishing he had an axe, or a toaster, on hand, the tall blond turned towards the source of his growing headache, namely a taller Japanese man with reddish brown hair that came up in a mullet so tall that it almost compensated for the height difference between the two. The hair was so massive, that the shorter man had wrapped a bandanna around it so that it would hold up rather than collapse upon it's own weight.
"Good day, Mr. Guele." He mutters, tilting his head slightly in acknowledgment.
"Heya, Gentles!" The younger engineer declares enthusiastically, "Been awhile!"
Since the last time you badgered me, or when you left my comrades to die before deciding to spare their murderer on a whim? "Indeed it has. What business brings you here?" And how did you know to find me, you annoying little shit?
The hot blooded genius places his hands behind his head, expression cheerful, "Ah, you know, just resupplying after picking up a new contract, it's pretty hush-hush, but we've gotta apparently go escort some big shot for another big shot down on Earth. What about you? Saw you towing in that hunk of scrap when we docked, asked the Cap, and he said you were still filling out the paperwork, lucky we caught ya!"
The faceless man stares at the teen incredulously for a moment, before shaking his head in surrender, "Actually, it's the ship belonging to my former contractor. After I retrieved their parts, they wanted to...renegotiate our terms."
Lowe whistled in appreciation, "Poor guys. I hope you didn't kill 'em, we're Junk Guild, after all."
"Of course I didn't kill them, Mr. Guele." Gentles stated flatly, "I simply evicted them from their ship," Forcibly, "I made sure that they had their normal suits on," Even if they did not have them on entirely at the time for some, "Sent them off into space," Without an escape pod, "And last I checked, they still had their distress signals going. With any luck, they should be picked up within a day or two."
Whether or not they'd live that long? Something the elder Engineer did not know, nor care.
The younger man shrugged, his face turning serious, "You know, isn't this kind of thing happening a lot with you, lately? I mean, I know that the recording always exonerate you," Much like every other instance of attempted mugging, Aaron had ensured that he recorded proof of the threats on his life before commencing the hijacking of whatever vessel his would-be extortionists had been using for transport. It was rather common at this point, since he had inherited the Nava-Hoe and Astray Gold Frame and restored them to mission ready status. "But a guy can't help but be worried. And, well, I know you can take care of yourself, Aaron, but the Guild's like one big family. And family watches out for one another."
Gentles was floored by the statement, his face remained impassive, but he found himself frozen, staring at the younger man for a moment, processing what he said. A hot feeling began spreading through his chest, as his hand unconsciously curled into a fist, "I appreciate the concern, Mr. Lowe. But do not worry, I am in no danger. My ship is more than capable of defending itself."
Lowe blinked, his face turning into a frown as he stepped forward, "Now listen-"
A beeping sound interrupted whatever the bandanna'd man was about to say, as Aaron reached into a pocket to withdraw his tablet. Flicking the notice that had popped up, he read the message he had just been alerted to.
Re: Federation Contract
Mr. Gentles, it has come to our attention that as a member of the Junker's Guild, you are a man with a unique set of talents ideally prepared to handle a certain job that we of the Atlantic Federation need done here in space.
Please contact us at frequency number 9342586-67LKUWARN-JASFB-3874Y87YT2-8347KB-SUEKBV for further details and with your answer
We look forward to hearing from you
-Muruta Azrael
...I have no idea who this is.
"By the way, Mr. Guele, do you know who Muruta Azrael is?"
Lowe blinked slowly, a thoughtful look crossing his features as he looked to the side, attempting to solve the problem before him.
"Actually, I may know." The younger man's friend, an older youth with long blue hair...Liam..Gar-something, "Muruta Azrael is.." He reached behind him, withdrawing his own tablet from his white shirt, "The leader of the Natural Supremacist Group, Blue Cosmos. They're particularly known for their open support of the genocide of all Coordinators."
The blond nodded, "I see. Then I guess I'll leave you two to your business." He nodded in their direction once, before turning on his heel and departing down the corridor once again to oversee the transfer of his salvage, leaving Lowe still standing absently, a look of extreme concentration on his face as he stared at the bulkhead.
Pre-Slam
Cosmic Era 70
Somewhere
A group of men in normal suits move around energetically in a a generic hangar of some kind, their clothes identify them as neither ZAFT, ORB, or members of the Alliance. As if on cue, the activity comes to a halt, as one member removes his helmet, turning towards a door hissing open with the sound of released atmosphere.
A figure in a brown normal suit enters, their helmet obscuring their features, but not the Junk Guild emblem emblazoned upon their person. The figure approaches the group.
"Per your contract, I have delivered your cargo." He tosses a tablet to the man in front of him, who catches it deftly in the low gravity environment.
He looks it over, checking its contents against what appears on his own device.
"It looks good, now as far as your payment goes..."
The Guild Tech nods in understanding, "I've already seen to the arrangements. Just fill out the necessary information and the credits will be transferred to my account."
The man tilts back his helmet, revealing a smirk for the lone figure. "Actually, I was thinking something a bit cheaper. Like free."
The brown normal suits head tilts to the side, as if in curiosity, "That is not in accordance with the contract."
"Ah, well," The man shrugs, before pulling out a Disco Pistol and leveling at the significantly taller figure in front of him, "I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement."
The Guild Tech's helmet nods in understanding, "I agree. Your ship and crew should prove to be an adequate compensation."
The unaffiliated man blinks slowly in confusion as the lights in the hold dim, filling the area in darkness. A loud clanging fills the chamber as the emergency lights kick in, bathing the room in red. A second later, vacuum takes hold of the individuals as a massive hole is cut through the ships hull, exposing the insides to space.
The Guild Tech reaches over as the rooms inhabitants begin to be pulled out, snatching his tablet back, his other hand shooting the stragglers with survival instincts, the shock of the gunfire causing them to forget to resist the pull. As his would be backstabbers are sucked into the void, Aaron Gentles fires a wire from his belt, anchoring himself to the ships hull as the forced depressurization comes to end as the atmosphere finishes being ripped out from the hull breach.
Maneuvering rockets take him through the hole, and into the waiting hands of his Astray Gold Frame.
Cosmic Era 70
Somewhere
A group of men in normal suits move around energetically in a a generic hangar of some kind, their clothes identify them as neither ZAFT, ORB, or members of the Alliance. As if on cue, the activity comes to a halt, as one member removes his helmet, turning towards a door hissing open with the sound of released atmosphere.
A figure in a brown normal suit enters, their helmet obscuring their features, but not the Junk Guild emblem emblazoned upon their person. The figure approaches the group.
"Per your contract, I have delivered your cargo." He tosses a tablet to the man in front of him, who catches it deftly in the low gravity environment.
He looks it over, checking its contents against what appears on his own device.
"It looks good, now as far as your payment goes..."
The Guild Tech nods in understanding, "I've already seen to the arrangements. Just fill out the necessary information and the credits will be transferred to my account."
The man tilts back his helmet, revealing a smirk for the lone figure. "Actually, I was thinking something a bit cheaper. Like free."
The brown normal suits head tilts to the side, as if in curiosity, "That is not in accordance with the contract."
"Ah, well," The man shrugs, before pulling out a Disco Pistol and leveling at the significantly taller figure in front of him, "I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement."
The Guild Tech's helmet nods in understanding, "I agree. Your ship and crew should prove to be an adequate compensation."
The unaffiliated man blinks slowly in confusion as the lights in the hold dim, filling the area in darkness. A loud clanging fills the chamber as the emergency lights kick in, bathing the room in red. A second later, vacuum takes hold of the individuals as a massive hole is cut through the ships hull, exposing the insides to space.
The Guild Tech reaches over as the rooms inhabitants begin to be pulled out, snatching his tablet back, his other hand shooting the stragglers with survival instincts, the shock of the gunfire causing them to forget to resist the pull. As his would be backstabbers are sucked into the void, Aaron Gentles fires a wire from his belt, anchoring himself to the ships hull as the forced depressurization comes to end as the atmosphere finishes being ripped out from the hull breach.
Maneuvering rockets take him through the hole, and into the waiting hands of his Astray Gold Frame.
Pre-Smash
Name: Aaron Gentles
Gender: Male
Age:23
Height: 6'6
Weight: 180 lbs
Rank/Title: Guild Tech
Special: Freelancing
Alignment: Neutral
Bio: Aaron Gentles is a gifted Engineer of the Junk Guild, his skills with machines compared to some of the organizations best, even at such a relatively young age. A child of mixed Native American and Caucasian descent, he is one of the few Naturals to have won the genetic lottery, appearances aside. With his own inquisitive mind, stark rejection from his home community, and outright staggering technical ability, Aaron joined the Guild at the age of 17, swiftly winning approval for Guild Tech status. Some time into the First Bloody Valentine War, Aaron's Guild team investigated a battlefield on contract with the Guild's governing body to assist Lowe Guele's team when engaged, along with Mercenary Team Serpant Tail, against Rondo Gina Sahaku. Arriving in the pitch of the battle, several crew members deployed in order to assist in the fighting, however the the power of the three prototype Astray mobile suits present proved too dangerous, and Aaron's comrades were butchered in the crossfire.
As the battle ended, Aaron was left alone to salvage the remains of the battle, both in an attempt to lay his team to rest, and also to acquire any useful technology. He succeeded in both respects.
Name: MBF-01ReGHOST Astray Gold Frame
Type: Real Robot
Dimensions: 17.99 meters
Weight: 69.2 metric tons
Strength: 55
Armor: 20
Firepower: 20
Performance: 55
Mobility: 60
Energy Output: 40
Sensors: 50
Description: After the death of Rondo Gina Sahaku at the hands of Serpent Tail leader Gai Murakamo, the remains of the Gold Frame Amatsu were recovered by Guild Tech Aaron Gentles, who went about rebuilding the machine aboard his teams Cornelia-Class Tender Ship, the Nava-Hoe, as a means of getting past their death and ensuring his own survival in the dangerous world around him. After several months, he was able to work out the mobile suits basic design, as well as repair it's trademark Mirage Colloid System and unique Maga no Ikutachi energy claws. It was at this time, that the engineer discovered that as...interesting as the mobile suits armament under it's previous owner had been, it didn't suit his personal approach to engagement. While the Mirage Colloid was a godsend with it's stealth capabilities, the Guild Tech found that the firepower it could bring to bear was largely useless to him.
And so, having stripped down the extraneous weaponry to outfit the Nava-Hoe with enhanced methods of self-defense (Phase Shift Harpoons always being a nice touch), Aaron found himself looking for what exactly would suit his fighting style best...
Weapons:
"Igelstellung" 75mm multi-barrel CIWS: Mounted in the Gold Frame Amatsu's head are two "Igelstellung" 75mm multi-barrel CIWS guns. These light projectile weapons are used to intercept missiles and to destroy lightly armored vehicles, although it is classified as Anti Air
"Maga no Ikutachi" Energy Absorption Claws: One of the most unique new weapons of the ReGHOST Gold Frame are its two prototype "Maga no Ikutachi" energy absorption claws, which are mounted on the back of the suit. These "claws" can drain energy from the batteries of enemy mobile suits through the use of colloid technology, weakening them while at the same time recharging Gold Frame Amatsu's own battery. During the design phase, it was meant to be a non-contact weapon that discharged colloid particles to cover the area surrounding the Amatsu and drained enemy units that stepped into this field. This system however prove to be inefficient and is later modified to require physical contact between the claws and the enemy unit.
VPS "Tomahawk" Heavy Axe: A one-off prototype melee weapon, designed as a testbed for ZAFT's Variable Phase Shift technology, a future improvement upon the Phase Shift technology introduced during the war. At the cost of a steady drain on the units power supply (a major reason for why it didn't go into mass production), the Tomahawk would obtain a shifting hardness that would adapt to whatever it was striking against, sharpening and increasing it's durability to better match and thus overpower it's opponent with sheer brute force.
Equipment:
Mirage Colloid Stealth System: This system is inherited from Gold Frame Amatsu and allows the suit to disappear from both visual and sensor detection
Enhanced Sensor: An additional, ZAFT inspired sensor mounted in the head.
Phase Shift Armor: This feature is only limited to the right arm as it originated from Blitz Gundam.
Abilities: Aaron is a prodigy in mechanics, with an intuitive aptitude towards understanding and applying any new information. There have been hints that this applies to more than just mechanics, given the level of automation that allows the Nava-Hoe to function with a one-man crew. Also decently athletic, if malnourished.
Signature Moves:
The ReGHOST drops it's invisibility behind an opponent, before either draining the enemy unit with it's energy claws, or simply cleaving it in two.
Canon Character is Ali Al Sachez, to be added in later
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