“Documents?... oh, right, that.” Truth be told he rarely needed to use it. Whether it were the pages with official seals, or something as simple as his card. The times he was off on a errand alone that required it were far and few. Identity. It wasn’t that much different in space, and yet it was all so much more complicated. People coming from everywhere, anywhere, in constant swarms. It was hard to just say who you were.
Maybe it was because of Sheena, or because he was an earthling walking around,
With a bit of searching through a few usual places, he eventually picked out the bundle of information-dense documents. From the weave of materials and electronics, to the specific mark that worked as a seal of approval. At times he picked at some similar ingredients to see if he could figure out anything for the expo, but all in all it was rather in order. Save for the actual handing over as he took a moments hesitation born from a simple uncertainty that led itself to contemplation rather than worry or panic. An extended card was withdrawn before he held it up to be shown off while in his hand.
“This is it, right?”
Gaia Dryte. The name of the Terran that came to Zern, lifted up by the princess after a daring and dramatic battle.
Or that’s what some said. The name wasn’t his, or it used to not be. Placed on him as a newly placed title and name, it was something easier to sell to the public. Being called it for pretty much a year made it something that came to him naturally. What was a name then? It was simple down there. It was what you were called. But sometimes he got odd looks when he called people by their names.
Hm.
“Who’re you anyway?” he asked in return. “As for superior.. I suppose it’s what most people would know. I’m with Sheena.”
In a way he was like an attachment, but that was fine for him. As notable as a missile pod or not, he had plenty filling his life and head just following around. Walking a path in Mars was plenty hard.
“Lead the way.” So he’ll just follow the rails set for him.
He was awaken, technically anyway. The way he zoned out, watching the video on his screen only in name. He was in practiced dozed off in the ways that mattered. The approach of the other man in turn took a few moments for him to realize. “Ah.” he whispered to himself. Really if he was back home…. There was always the need to be ready to move and snap to action when the stars descended or one of the roaming weapons came by. Maybe he was getting too comfortable, too easily forgiving the new kinds of fatigue that he was weighed down by.
Pushing himself up with a yawn he looked around with a bobbing head and narrowed eyes. "Yeah... what is it?" His finger tapped his tablet to put a pause to the video of the concert, pausing it on a frame of the princess. “Who are you anyway? I doubt you were sent by Sheena, and I don’t remember anything else being lined up for my day. Is it something about the expo or something?”
For transparency's sake an addition to Gaia's inventory added after the approval of the sheet also approved by Crosswire.
Terra-use Gas Mask (Custom): Face of Old-Man The face of a Terran, the mask worn to face a harsh world. The solace from, and symbol that proves the dangers of the dead world. Black as carbon, the metal and plaisteel that forms the mask is painted and dyed by the years of ash and traces of soot. Two cylinders, filled with multiple layers of filters and mechanisms. Designed to be durable, with redundancy and reliability built in, it is well equipped for the daunting task of guarding a person throughout their life without ideally, too much maintenance.
An artificial lung-system helps pump air in, and waste and exhaust out. The smooth workings and constant flow allows for a more regular and easy breathing with the ability to compensate for any fluctuations in the wearer or a greater need for oxygen through ensuring an ample amount of breathable air.
Two cylinders protrude outward, containing the most of the mechanisms. The left contains the bulk of the breath-systems, while the right is dedicated primarily to an advanced heating system that was only improved by access to, and incorporation of Verogel. The well-quarantined heating system recycles and resupplies the carbon utilized as one of the filters. A contained for the most part self-sufficient system. The mask is powered by a battery that rarely needs replacing, and its filters are for the most part able to keep going for not just hours like most, but even months.
The exhaust that leaks out of the mask is dark, wispy strands of black smoke. Leaving the breaths of the wearer to look like that of a smoking demonic beast.
It has been adjusted so as to be able to be incorporated with a normal suit so he can wear it during piloting as well.
In times of need for whatever reason the heating system can be utilized through removal of the cylinder and a specialized exhaust as a release of extreme temperatures. Enough to more than set most things to fire, as the heat that almost completely burns and reforms the carbon with minimal waste is charged for a “blast”
Also
Loegi
Details:
A strange beast, familiar to those who have read the many records of animals in the past and history of the Earth. Fang. Recognizable as a descended of some canine or larger rodent. Swift, loud when standing its ground, and incredibly aggressive when its temper is roused. Despite its size it’s a great danger when inclined to fight. Sharp claws, a powerful jaw that drives its fangs into anything that raises its ire with a surprising ability to pierce, a tail that whips out with nettle-like fibers to blind and irritate the nose. Even when they’re not fighting to hunt or kill they can be quite painful and troublesome!
As of now the species does not have an official name in Martian space. However the natives call it a “Keenrat”
However when opening its heart to a person, or at least allowing a rare moment of unguarded pampering its warm body and the firm but soft fur gives a special experience.
Belongs to Gaia Dyrte. Although truth be told it was a creature forced to be taken by him as a show of something from earth by the Princess Sheena Zern. The interest in Loegi as a pet and companion is much greater in her than the official owner who instead finds Loegi a menace and nuisance. Really, between the two he's surrounded by troublesome women.
She was picked up after the encounter that ended up changing the direction of his life. A memento of the planet to bring to space, (other than the earthling man himself), and a case of reaching out to a local creature whose habitat was destroyed in the conflict after some insistence.
Personality:
Loegi is a creature that could be said to be “On” or “Off”. Reserved and aloof at times, aggressive, overbearing and stubborn at other times. However the one core aspect that, typical for her kind, runs deep in Loegi, could be the fact that she is loathed to give up on anything. To reach a compromise can be difficult, and can lead into a aggressive snooty attitude for weeks after. Gaia is no exception and in fact Loegi often ends up taking out her frustrations out on him most of all. But if one were to earn her loyalty...
It was bullshit, complete bullshit! Why was it like this? Why did he have to go through something like this? This wasn’t what they were meant to be doing, not what he was told and promised of his time here.
Training, in gravity space? On a planet? What sort of fight was that really? Who’d even care about something like that. They ruled Mars, they ruled Venus and the Moon. Anywhere worth being was a place that would be lucky to have their boots touching upon. Anywhere in Zern was a place that wasn’t going to have pirates. If anything they were lucky that they could be in space to begin with. But in space no Turncoat was going to stand up to the empire.
His feelings on the princess were mixed. She was a pretty enough face, although that was to be expected of any royal member really. But her attitude grated on him a bit.
William Allen did not particularly dislike his time in the Order of the Olympian Snow Beetles… until now.
The magnetically charged shot from a refurbished whiskey ripped through his arm, tearing through the joint and leaving his system to blare in warnings as though an outlet for the machine’s pain.
“From that distance?!”
“Will’s been hit, fire back, fire back!”
“You’re wasting your shots. Get up closer!”
There were four of them. No, three now. Before the engagement happened they were simply waiting for any enemies and doing what they were assigned to do. A terrible drag, and a waste of time really.
The opening salvo that came from a forest was a combination of a Whiskey shot and and a wire-missile cut before the oversized MAG-shot ripped through his arm so it wouldn’t cause any deviation to the set course of the missile.
“Hayden!”
He could have sworn he felt the heat from the explosion wash over him.
Their LEWIN’s fired until dry. The blinking indicator of his own gun being out of ammo was ignored. He couldn’t see it, he couldn’t see anything. All he saw was the turncoat closing in, another shot heated up. His friends ran from another missile following while their vulcans showered it in a storm of bullets that eventually caused its premature explosion.
Another shot blasted out and slammed into one of his allies. It was just two now.
An H-viper round shot towards the direction of the Turncoat, but it missed, the faster machine seeming to understand the path that the round would take. Combined with the panicked shot it was a wild threat, dangerous but easy enough to deal with if one had the right head and calmness.
Eventually his haze cleared and he realized his mistake with the gun. The LEWIN fell to the ground as his one handed mech grabbed at its Nanocarbon Saber. He wouldn’t let another shot happen. He charged forth, chasing after the closing in Turncoat. “Don’t hit me, Lloyd!”
He didn’t know if it was due to looking down at him from being damaged, but the Turncoat didn’t bother to run away and instead moved to meet him. He felt the haze boil over again, this time with rage erupting in his heart. “Why you little!”
The Turncoat was faster, his weapon was better, he was better armored. But… their clash of blows was slow. This was one thing he remembered just fine from his training. But he felt his frustration and rage boil over more and more as the Turncoat stood after each blow. He was clumsy, he had no skill at arms like this. If it was a fencing match there was no contest. This machine was too slow… this arm didn’t spring to life with the blade like his ability deserved. He watched the blows of the enemy, saw where he could strike and only found himself gripping his controls tighter and tighter as he couldn’t actualize his vision.
Damn the damage, damn this piece of shit!
Faster, faster. He compensated for the damage, he adjusted his approach to try and deal with the flaws. He was cornering this damn pirate. His breath flowed, his eyes zipped from his controls and systems to the visual feed without stop.
But then he made an error. A different way to use the controls that he hoped would bring the saber reversed in his grip and brought back in a scything cut to rip through the Turncoat instead brought a confused locking of his Tommy’s hand.
“CURSE YOU!”
As the bayonet filled his eyes he heard the crash of metal as it pierced into his tommy.
All went dark.
Then he “woke up”
The simulation was over. But they won. Apparently Lloyd managed to nail the Turncoat with a round after noticing that he lost the duel.
The calls for cheers that they stuck it to that “Loner-Fucker” that echoed in his comms were surprisingly quiet to his ears. The appearance of a simulation mission turning out to be what was considered an unfair and rigged match up against a single enemy machine was something that ended up a bemoaned and hated thing amongst the order whenever it did happen. So in cases like this where they took it down the squad would be “heroes” for a day and be treated for drinks. Really an excuse for another party, honestly.
“Sloppy.. It was so sloppy.”
That was what rankled him. If his machine wasn’t damaged before they fought with blades. If his machine didn’t hold him back..
But he felt it. He felt something. Even as a sudden wave of exhaustion struck him as though compensation for “dying” in the simulation, he felt a bit of something. What was that?
He felt like going for it again.
Maybe tonight he’d actually go to the simulations on his own time and work on some stuff.
Gaia Dryte The Venue
He shuddered. Death, like what came for those who he shot at. Like the pirates that he blasted down. That was what he felt thanks to the machine. His hands shivered, his nerves steeped in ice. That nasty feeling that struck his body from time to time. Maybe in the future they could fix that, they could fix him. But should they? He always saw it as a warning, that something bad would happen. It was ridiculous some people said, but he chose to believe it was something like that.
His breathing took twenty seconds to get back to normal. Just before he would overwhelm the abilities of his mask’s flow of air. He was rattled, he had to admit. The first time it happened he had to tear it off, had to spent a few minutes collecting himself.
Weak constitution, Sheena commented sometimes. That went beyond just the physical, maybe.
It was an idea put forth by Sheena to try and get some better training and experience. Although she didn’t say if it was for the Beetles or for him. He was sneaking in as another “Player” pilot in the simulations as a “Pirate”. As much as he felt a certain level of disgust having to pretend to be one. There was complaining at first, a lot of aggression and irritation as a suddenly lone, overtuned pirate took out squads and humiliated them. But the data was shown to be fair, that it was all a rather standard Turncoat, barely different from a run of the mill Redcoat’s specs.
It was all just due to experience honestly. He’d fought, he’d killed. They haven’t. But it kept getting harder. At first he could just have a fight and take them down. But what became a more and more even fight as they got used to it, even as they complained. Was something he couldn’t match. They could be good, they could definitely take him down, and they have. Even if they didn’t notice it they were getting used to this quicker than him. So he had to switch it up, fight “unfairly.” Was it just their training? Or was it the difference between a Earth-born human and a Martian Noble? Their blood, no, genes were different. Not just in treatment but in breeding. Or so he read and learned.
There were a lot of things to get used to and figure out still. The divide that went beyond those who were enemies, those who were from the sky and those who were friends. The life up here was... indirect, complicated in ways that he knew he simply didn't understand, and in ways that he didn't even realize existed. But at least what he does didn't change too much. Work on things, try to make something nice and try to shoot pirates. Simple was okay sometimes too.
Soon at this rate they’d be moving to one on one duels just to keep it fair, or have him fight among simulated data units. What it came down to was that they were getting better, getting used to it. He’d been in some fights, he’d killed. But that only took him so far above them.
He left the chamber, smokey haze oozing out of his mask, leaving a wispy trail of dark soot in his wake. Not bothering to take it off as he lurched through the hall with numb legs and a aching chest.
Sloppy. He was a good shot, he could handle a few tricks, but when it came to close combat he was sloppy. So maybe he’d try learning that sometime. Even if the Fossil wasn’t built for that. But that was a time for later.
The Expo was coming soon. Something that was on the buzz, something that Sheena told him about. Thanks to her some of his stuff was going to be there. He considered a while what he’d bring, especially considering what he heard of the goals for it.
His magnetized fragment collector, the animal and intruder scaring siren. He tried a few other things but his attempts to introduce them into smaller markets, or present them as products never panned out well.
This was his chance then.
But for now…. He left for his room while sending a quick message to his Patron.
“Hey, Sheena. They’re done. Three down, taken down after a melee engagement by a H-Viper. Anyway you there? We should talk about the expo some more.”
If it was his luck she’d get back to him only hours later however.
So it was ok if he’d take some time off being at ready right? Dropping onto a couch, luxurious enough to be called a bed one could kill for on Venus or Mars, he could only shrug as his tablet opened up to a feed of one of the Princess Asallia’s past concerts. Made sense. Everything was about her coming to Venus recently after all.
But he never really listened to her before. He was introduced to some music, but he never was taken to a concert or anything. Maybe he should ask Sheena sometime.
“Hm.”
Bathed in the lights from his screen as the princess’s show played, he drifted away. It’s pretty tiring to die, isn’t it?
A short young man. Standing heads below most adults in the Zern Empire, and notably shorter than the youths that should be his peers. His form is thin and weak, and looking on him his clothes feel a bit off even when they’re made to fit him, due to the frailty that he exudes. This is all the more emphasized by his more mature features that look aged beyond his years. Rather than a youth he seems more a troubled young adult. His brown eyes meanwhile are often tired looking, puffy and reddened.
His hair is also brown, but wispy and thin in color, with some strands even being white. But the base of it has slowly become more full with a darkening brown.
When he dresses he tends to go for whatever is comfortable. Most often he ends up in casual attire. Prioritizes having at least a deep hidden pocket or two that he usually loads up with snacks.
All in all the sort of person who gives the wrong impression on multiple levels.
Personality Traits:
Confident Curious Dreamer Far-Thinker Fish Out of Water Blunt Honest A Touch Aggressive Conflicted and Unsure Wasteful… for a Terran.
Biography:
He tapped his fingers across the controls and pulled on the lever.
Some called it a waste, but it was his own choice, his own time and effort. He’d made sure to do his own work, to more than earn his share, and provide so the dissident whispers that spoke of what else those materials, that circuitry could be used for.
It wasn’t like he had many shots either. In opportunity or in what was loaded up. So he thought about what he wanted to use this for, how he wanted to use it. It was easy to say that he’d make something to take revenge, or to make something to protect them. But he couldn’t fight them with this alone and expect to come out on top.
It moved. His hands had been clammy and cold all day, but the response from the machine sent a jolt up his spine that spread through his body. It wasn’t warmth but it was life, a feeling that filled his grasp. Pride? He didn’t feel that yet. He’d feel pride when he shot one down… when he killed…
He released his grip. For some reason the idea felt less real the more complete the skeleton he rode became. The more he saw how he could blast through massive rocks and shatter boulders that he used as target practice the less vivid the image in his head of it crashing through one of those ships as they flew down.
They came, they left. WIth more than they arrived with. Did they really lack so much they needed to take from them, take them? It was only fair that one day they leave more behind on these dusty streets than it had before their visit.
What he made was a step closer to becoming like them, standing as tall, no taller. They always came with great beasts, what seemed a man and a building alike as one. He knew of the weapons on paper now, he studied and learned of them. Old random bits of information and stored knowledge. From scrap and wrecks.
Sometimes they saw the sky light up in fire in conflict after all. Not all of it was cleaned up afterwards.
Could he also light the world on fire? Not that there was much to burn.
Focus. What could he do? What would he do?
That day came another ship from the stars. Another battle began, close to home, but at least not at home. But that was too much to begin with. Too much to ignore, too much to forgive. So he took his first step, first shot.
The charge caused his frame to rattle for hours long after the battle ended, the engine that powered the “suit” whining with a blare that he couldn’t hear, buried under the pounding of his heart and ripped to shreds by the sound of the MAG shattering his world and sky. He watched in fascination, forgetting, burying the weight of his transgression and act as he watched a tall figure erupt into a fireball.
His first kill began a new life.
It cannot be denied that strange individuals sometimes orbit the Royal Family, and the man that’s caused a bit of buzz from his strange liberties and mannerisms is certainly no less talked about than the others. But as much as a famed mystery, if only out of ignorance, as he is. The attitude towards his fame and his level as a celebrity surely pales to The Wyvern who breeds active debate, curiosity and speculation. In the end something that amounts to another Earthling, even as a strange savage native plucked out of his dead planet with strange talents. Including the claim, and later, proof that he could both pilot and also create a Mobile Suit (even if some military experts have scoffed when asked for their opinions on the trudgy and bulky weapon that resembles a strange comprise between old earth-weapons known as Tanks and Mobile Suit philosophies) Could never hope to capture the attention or respect of the people in the way of a trailblazer who leaves result and carnage in his wake. A footnote and curiosity kept mainly relevant by having his name accompany his patron and liege in various reports and articles. His fame is, I argue kept alive only by in the middle pages and minor articles meant to fill the space of quieter days.
Earthling interest is nothing more than a fad, and the status of this Gaian a simple pet project by the Royal Family. If he is no slave then I argue he is nothing more than a simple pet paraded around to be cute and perhaps invite a bit of pity and misguided feelings of faux-empathy and likewise a faux-perception of kindness on the part of the one who holds his leash.
" Walt Ryondite" - The Refined Word
A Earth native survivor that found himself thrust in the world in space, and life in the Zern empire. Gaia Dyrte found himself with the head and talent for working with technology, preserved and scavenged by his people at a young age. However despite finding satisfaction in working with, and creating various devices that helped the lives of himself and those around him, he found himself bitter and angry at those who came from beyond the stars to take the spoils and treasures of the broken planet. But even worse were those who took what could be considered the most precious. If the salvage and technology left behind on Earth had worth to the people who lived there, then it was in how it could make a harsh unforgiving life easier, and in how many it would allow to take another breath, to wake to another day. Value then was life and survival. A dream then was to have a future that was one small step easier for everyone involved.
But Gaia wanted more than that. Indignity drove him to create his own weapon, to set upon the path of defending his people, to strike and destroy what he deemed the enemy. Whether they be Pirate and Slaver, Lunarian or even a Martian at the wrong place and time. Fighting against discouragement and concerns from the people that were his family he pushed himself to work to more than provide his keep and meet the demands of life while also being able to build up what he gathered and put together a rudimentary basic skeleton of a Mobile Suit. In mimicry of what he learned of weapons both from the earth’s past and stars.
Then when a battle between pirates and Zern soldiers near his settlement of survivors came to his attention not long after the completion of his weapon he embarked on a decision that would change his life forever. Interfering in the battle and shooting down a pirate that had compromised the safety of the leader of the Zern, later revealed to be one of the royal family. He found himself approached with interest and curiosity, and after a tense and cautious stand off and negotiation, Gaia found himself recruited and pulled to the side of Zern and brought to the stars.
A curious example of a free Earthling in Zern due to his patronage and his own service. He found himself slotting in awkwardly, a square peg in a round hole. As a kind of human typically seen only in the form of a slave, he left others at as much of a loss as he was in their world. Yet nonetheless he learned, he studied. Both of Mobile Suits, of the culture of Zern and their technological marvels. Things he never knew existed in his small and harsh world. Things that he could have never imagined. Culture so different, so rich and robust. Both in the new and old.
Learning more of the stars and the world, learning more about humans and their differences. Gaia found himself faced with many questions. What was he to do, what should he work towards? Few from Earth could ask themselves that question. Back where he came from it was work to survive, live to not die. On Mars they simply fulfilled their duties as slaves, taking to fulfilling the desires and commands of their owners, both plucked away from hardship and yet given their own terrors and sorrows by those who plucked them away from home.
Over the course of a year in living in the Zern Empire Gaia has gone through much schooling and even attempted to make his own contributions independent of his patron, even attempting to patent and spread ideas and technological creations to the civilian populace. Although his lack of full understanding of the manner and needs of civilized people have meant that he has found little success.
More notable then was his refinement and true completion of the first weapon he attempted to create, utilizing the principles and sciences of modern Mobile Suit engineering, along with his strange ideas and knowledge brought from Earth. The weapon one of a kind made by himself, piloted by himself. The oddity in space that stood out as much as its maker.
A few eyes linger upon him. But will they see him grow as a creator, or as a soldier?
Skills and Abilities
Engineering: A talent and knack of his, even before any formal education or access to the database of information present in more civilized society. Figuring how things work, how to make them work, and how to put them together is the talent that’s the pillar of support that has taken Gaia to where he is now. These talents are not limited to, but include the development and design of even Mobile Workers and Suits. Although it looks like there’s still plenty to learn and study from in modern common design.
That’s No Soldier: While he has not gone through the training of a military academy cadet, and lacks the experience of a seasoned soldier. He is able to pilot, being able to utilize his own makeshift creation back on the Earth. Then being half-dragged, half willingly charging into battle after battle with his patron, Has, along with some pockets of generously given time to help him adjust to and understand military operations, given him some understanding of the disciplines that come with being a member of the army. As a soldier he still leaves much to be desired, but as a combatant and a member of her highness’s routine he has reached a point where he can’t be dismissed as just a citizen, and can even be relied upon.
As far as ability for combat outside of a Mobile Suit, he’s able to handle unarmed people, and has experience dealing with wild Earth beasts with a weapon. However if he himself had to compete in a contest of strength he’s below most of the population whether they be Martian, or Venusian, refined, kai or not. Not your best bet for an arm wrestling contest.
1+1 equals: When it comes to figuring out how to line things up as he wants, Gaia has a head for numbers. While it isn’t that he has a special keen sense or exceptional eyes, he manages to manage to hit his targets and figure out when things intersect well.
Malus:
Terran: Life on Earth is difficult. The environment dead and unforgiving. What’s “edible” and isn’t sometimes has little a difference, and the very air itself is deeply poisoned. To many it would be considered completely unliveable, and perhaps they have a point. Yet to those who have managed to survive, their definitions of ok, and capabilities to withstand such environments are a bit different. A native earthling will be able to count the negative effects from breathing in such air in the span of years rather than days or hours, and perhaps to an extent there’s a bit of gut tolerance to certain toxins.
Of course it doesn’t change the fact that such benefits are only “benefits” in a extreme condition that’s more a consolation prize more than anything. Earthlings are wracked with various health problems and unwell constitutions and conditions. Gaia is no exception, finding his breathing more difficult than those raised in Mars, and lungs wracked with pain at times. While faded for the most part now even bouts of anemia struck him. Otherwise due to mishaps in his nervous system he finds himself feeling rather cold and heatless at times. Particularly in his hands. But at least he doesn’t have any signs of cancer... Yet. -
Personal Items and Equipment
Top of the line Data Tablet: A journal, a means for recreation and study. Pretty much anything he could ever need or want in a neat little square. To the Gaia who lived in an environment where all things were scarce, the idea of using paper that isn’t required to be used is a bit unpleasant. Plus as much as he has a good head for keeping all his belongings together he’d rather not get too carried away. Contains locally an entire library of various things he’s studying or working on so he doesn’t come into an awkward period of having nothing to read on.
Ultimately it's something a rich civilian could easily get however rather than anything top secret or special.
12 Gauge-Pump Action Antique Shotgun: One of the more common types of weapons floating around to those lucky enough to have them on the surface of the dead Earth. With a four shot capacity and a focus on being robust and reliable. It’s nothing fancy, but it works. Whenever taken with him it tends to be carried on his side with a sling made out of a kind of leather unfamiliar to most people.
Terra-use Gas Mask (Custom): Face of Old-Man The face of a Terran, the mask worn to face a harsh world. The solace from, and symbol that proves the dangers of the dead world. Black as carbon, the metal and plaisteel that forms the mask is painted and dyed by the years of ash and traces of soot. Two cylinders, filled with multiple layers of filters and mechanisms. Designed to be durable, with redundancy and reliability built in, it is well equipped for the daunting task of guarding a person throughout their life without ideally, too much maintenance.
An artificial lung-system helps pump air in, and waste and exhaust out. The smooth workings and constant flow allows for a more regular and easy breathing with the ability to compensate for any fluctuations in the wearer or a greater need for oxygen through ensuring an ample amount of breathable air.
Two cylinders protrude outward, containing the most of the mechanisms. The left contains the bulk of the breath-systems, while the right is dedicated primarily to an advanced heating system that was only improved by access to, and incorporation of Verogel. The well-quarantined heating system recycles and resupplies the carbon utilized as one of the filters. A contained for the most part self-sufficient system. The mask is powered by a battery that rarely needs replacing, and its filters are for the most part able to keep going for not just hours like most, but even months.
The exhaust that leaks out of the mask is dark, wispy strands of black smoke. Leaving the breaths of the wearer to look like that of a smoking demonic beast.
It has been adjusted so as to be able to be incorporated with a normal suit so he can wear it during piloting as well.
In times of need for whatever reason the heating system can be utilized through removal of the cylinder and a specialized exhaust as a release of extreme temperatures. Enough to more than set most things to fire, as the heat that almost completely burns and reforms the carbon with minimal waste is charged for a “blast”
Strengths and Weaknesses
An inexperienced person, both in age, culture and battle. Intelligence, talent and ability have brought him to the stage and could be polished further. But currently as is he's a muck-covered stone from the dead planet.
His greatest asset is his different manner of approach, of thinking. Yet it also leaves him with difficulty in reaching a common understanding with others at times. While his differences have brought him attention it also serves as his greatest struggle. One may even ask if he will ever truly be like a normal citizen of the empire, whether one compares him to a Martian, Lunarian or Venusian. For the values of one who lives on the surface of the dead planet have been shaped by a hard, different life.
In battle there's a certain aggressive edge to his performance. All the more against slavers and their ike. The tempered caution of maturity and experience something he lacks to guide his perspective at times.
Otherwise his relatively poor health, both from his environment and his lineage as a Terran leave him rather weak in physical strength, and with some problems. With an entire year he has been making improvements through a vast improvement in environment, care and nutrition. But put up against most of even Venusians, and they'll tend to look hale and hearty in comparison.
M(obile) T(ank) P(latform)-00 Gyfnewid - The Terran Fossil
1st Generation Prototype, Draft 3 - Personal Use
Unique||Gaia Dyrte
Unit Appearance
When one looks upon the Gyfnewid, one may think of the Centaurs of old human mythology. Of one made out of a weird hybrid of a normal vehicle and a Mobile Suit. Not quite the iconic mechanical giant of a man. Not quite an armored carrier vehicle or car. Bringing hefty firepower and floating above the ground, it cries out its declaration to the stars as a harbinger of war. While it is shorter than most Mobile Suit, Its height does not leave it with a lesser presence to its peers as its stand out profile and even odder aesthetics. One might find themselves struck by the feeling that it is a sitting down giant, due to its tank design.
Its colors are rather drab, forgoing any real paintjob, save for a layering of markings in letters and words that overlap, repeated hundreds of times to give it a makeshift coating of black in a mosaic painted on like ink by Gaia personally. If its pilot were asked, he would answer that he went off an old database of old languages and their words for victory or something. Yet mixed in clearly are a number of names, foreign and odd.
It’s humanoid torso and head is rather blocky. It’s head is a forward-facing square, with a rising collar guard partially obscuring it, making it seem like a dome or head that was partially removed to expose the skeletal head within. A single compound bar sensor stretches across its smooth flat face, larger than that of the Redcoat or Tommy, glowing a dull red. Otherwise of note are its head mounted Vulcans. Placed like ears with a back extension that protrude upwards for the sake of mechanisms to fixate the guns. It adds a touch of a more humanizing element that still in of itself also feels different and inhuman, to the otherwise very mechanical creature. Really, it just looks plain weird when compared to the iconic image of a Mobile Suit doesn't it?
Technical Details
Accommodation: Pilot Only. Dimensions: 15x10x16 (In Meters) Powerplant: Medium-output Wilberforce Reactor “Overclocked” to a greater performance in order to compensate for the upkeep of the Maglev system. However it does not reach the level of a High-output Reactor. An adjustment that reduces stability. Combined with certain functions wear and degradation can also occur. With the defenses of the Gyfnewid and its role as something on the backlines the risk of an explosion is lower at least.
Equipment and Design Features:
A Mobile.. Tank? The Gyfnewid first and foremost stands out from its peers by essentially being a half-humanoid, half-weapons platform style of creation. The upper body and lower body can rotate and turn independently. While like a mobile weapon it can adjust, turn and change directions rather swiftly compared to a wheeled vehicle it is still slower in that regard to a normal mobile suit. Yet such drawbacks come with the benefits of greater stability, in aim and otherwise.
Maglev Hover System: An old line of technology in place even before the development of technologies by Umhlaba.Utilizing a system of superconductive materials and magnets, the Gyfnewid is able to float and glide a little above ground. The frictionless and off the ground movement allows for smoother movement and the ability to better deal with its weight. Most of all it allows for the positioning over water surfaces and dealing with unstable grounding and terrain. In the case of failure, however the Gyfnewid comes with a continuous track locomotive system. These treads are tucked under its body, with a slight protrusion forward that has ended up increasing the length of the Gyfnewidand. The treads are covered by thinner layers of armor due to not being considered as vital to protect and because of the already rather heavy build of the machine. Sometimes they end up drawing the attention of enemy fire hoping to cripple the movement of the Gyfnewid, not knowing that damage to them does not particularly impact the integrity of the Maglev But it’s hard to say if that’s a welcome misdirection of enemy priority, or a unfortunate weakpoint.
Heavy Liten Armor Covered all over with Liten. The Gyfnewid is a heavily armored, and of course, very heavy construct. While fairing better in land environments and battlefields with gravity in comparison to normal Mobile Suits due to its Maglev System. In space especially it is a rather slow vehicle despite its booster systems.
Dual-Thruster Pack A engine-pack similar to that of the Tommy, although with the unorthodox profile of the Gyfnewid, it lacks in comparison the finesse in maneuvering and control that they have. However it does an adequate job at ensuring that the Gyfnewid’s space and land speed is enough to leave it as just somewhat slow, rather than be something that cannot keep up with its allies and foes.
Reactor-Oversprint Thruster: An overclocked Thruster connected more intimately and directly with the Wilberforce Reactor at the core of the Gyfnewid. Letting out an instantaneous sudden burst of thrust with an overriding priority over all other systems. The Gyfnewid is sent rocketing forth in a chosen direction. Whether by utilizing the mechanics of space, or the hover-system it makes for not just a surprising burst but also a swift acceleration and propellant for a tactical retreat. While it stresses out the system and the Mobile Suit and also creates significant G-forces upon its pilot. The bulky and robust build of the Gyfnewid allow a mitigation of the negative effects to a degree. Something not so dire as to be considered a complete emergency option, but also something not to use so lightly. Overuse in quick succession may lead to a blow out of Thruster, Engine, or both.
Weapons and Combat Capabilities
Handheld Armaments
•120mm LEWIN-11 Machine Gun A common and reliable weapon. Seeing no reason to reinvent the wheel, the standard among Mobile Suit weaponry was given to the Gyfnewid as a close range weapon. Best suited for fending off enemies that have closed in, suppressive fire, and taking down lightly armored targets that do not require the other armaments.
•“Screwdriver” 110mm Marksmen MAG Rifle Another area where innovation wasn’t seen as necessary. Fitting in with the weapons platform sniper role of the Gyfnewid, a weapon that was meant for lighter targets and quicker to use while still fitting within its focus.
Fixed Armaments
200mm “Starblazer” MAG Cannon A shoulder-mounted double-barreled MAG Cannon Boasting both long range and very high penetration. This weapon carries the hopes of its creator in shooting down those who come down to the earth from the stars. Although it has turned out to be useful in combat in the void of space as well. A gun a bit than even the oversized Whiskeys, it makes up for the size by being shoulder mounted on a much more robust machine. It's speed, and just how much it can "cook" is greater than a standard Whiskey. Finally A scope-esque sensor attachment allows for a more specialized long-range view for tactical and sniping purposes.
•30mm Vulcan “Elf Ears”x2: Mounted onto the head of the Gyfnewid are a pair of weapons affixed via the external mechanisms that give its head-mounted weapons their distinct name. Loaded with 30mm bullets. Though not effective against mobile suit armor they can be used to shoot down incoming projectiles or for shredding smaller more lightly armored targets.
•300mm Rocket Launcher A shoulder-mounted box rocket launcher that balances firepower and range with powder based ordinance. While possible to fire on the move, the accuracy can suffer, making it more of a medium ranged, or, if one is daring enough, a short ranged weapon. The capacity loaded is six shots. Thanks to the stability of the Gyfnewid's form the problems of recoil are easily dealt with, and while there is a slight difficulty in aiming if firing its entire payload at once. Movement while firing is not difficult.
Strengths and Weaknesses
The Gyfnewid is a strange beast in many respects. The unique ideas of Gaia Dyrte in putting together a machine of war leaving it a much estranged and distant relative to all other modern Mobile Suits. However its effectiveness and strengths cannot be denied, as it serves as something like a tank of olde and a weapons platform both. Which is then commanded with the mentality of a sniper.
While it is as heavy as it looks and feels, it avoids the expected clunkiness and absolute slowness that should make a mockery of the Mobile part in Mobile Suit with its unique hover system and its booster power. However this weakness is only mitigated, not eliminated. The power that should go into the Maglev system is diverted to the boosters to try and keep its mobility to a similar level in space, although in that theater the mobility of other suits is emphasized over the Gyfnewid.
Even with its tactical Sprint-boost engaging in normal combat with other mobile suits is not recommended. A fast or armored foe, or a group of weaker enemies in close to melee ranges can certainly threaten and defeat the Gyfnewid. Even if heavily armored and resistant to damage, its slower turning and lack of relative agility means that it is not well suited to fighting an unsupported battle in a more personal field of battle against multiple, or exceptionally speedy foes. However its separate-rotation and stability leaves it well suited for marksmanship while moving and engaging.
Technical History
The third iteration of the first weapon he put together back on earth. While some of the parts and metal comes from what he first made. The only thing truly carried over from the previous drafts are ideas and the spirit. With a brand new frame and base, the Gyfnewid-00 is the first true Mobile Suit class weapon made and completed by Gaia Dyrte. However it can also be called his attempt at taking the first cobbled together machine he rode and trying to update it to modern Mobile Suit doctrine. Its construction is the fruit of his vengeful labour on the earth, and the studies of the knowledge of the Zern Empire. Really should it even be called a Mobile Suit?
With a focus on the systems, and painstaking attempts at trying to make the Maglev system feasible as the main mode of transportation in combination with thrusters. Little attempts at trying to provide it with unique weaponry was made by Gaia. The only thing that could be called unique, the "Starblazer" is in fact something that comes from the very first draft. Concerns about it being difficult to work with, with only Gaia knowing all the ins and outs of the unique machine, have also left him wanting to keep the weapons simple for easier replacements, resupplying and hassle-free inventory.
Coming from earth and having thought of a weapon as a means to fight pirates and slavers growing up. The design philosophy of the Gyfnewid came with the idea of how it would be used on a planet surface, or in a gravity environment, rather than a focus on the space theater. Initial ideas included experimentation with a quadrupedal leg system. But all other ideas were shelved and put aside for the time being once Gaia decided upon the Maglev system. Ultimately he decided on it as a means to deal with the variety of terrain possible, battlefield damage to leave uneven and perilous ground, and the tactical advantages possible in hovering above water surfaces for naval combat. The focus on booster movement also then allowed for the sprint-boost function to be a viable feature out of zero-gravity environments as well.
The inspiration for the Maglev system allegedly comes from old systems on Earth for trains that he read about.
A short young man. Standing heads below most adults in the Zern Empire, and notably shorter than the youths that should be his peers. His form is thin and weak, and looking on him his clothes feel a bit off even when they’re made to fit him, due to the frailty that he exudes. This is all the more emphasized by his more mature features that look aged beyond his years. Rather than a youth he seems more a troubled young adult. His brown eyes meanwhile are often tired looking, puffy and reddened.
His hair is also brown, but wispy and thin in color, with some strands even being white. But the base of it has slowly become more full with a darkening brown.
When he dresses he tends to go for whatever is comfortable. Most often he ends up in casual attire. Prioritizes having at least a deep hidden pocket or two that he usually loads up with snacks.
All in all the sort of person who gives the wrong impression on multiple levels.
Personality Traits:
Confident Curious Dreamer Far-Thinker Fish Out of Water Blunt Honest A Touch Aggressive Conflicted and Unsure Wasteful… for a Terran.
Biography:
He tapped his fingers across the controls and pulled on the lever.
Some called it a waste, but it was his own choice, his own time and effort. He’d made sure to do his own work, to more than earn his share, and provide so the dissident whispers that spoke of what else those materials, that circuitry could be used for.
It wasn’t like he had many shots either. In opportunity or in what was loaded up. So he thought about what he wanted to use this for, how he wanted to use it. It was easy to say that he’d make something to take revenge, or to make something to protect them. But he couldn’t fight them with this alone and expect to come out on top.
It moved. His hands had been clammy and cold all day, but the response from the machine sent a jolt up his spine that spread through his body. It wasn’t warmth but it was life, a feeling that filled his grasp. Pride? He didn’t feel that yet. He’d feel pride when he shot one down… when he killed…
He released his grip. For some reason the idea felt less real the more complete the skeleton he rode became. The more he saw how he could blast through massive rocks and shatter boulders that he used as target practice the less vivid the image in his head of it crashing through one of those ships as they flew down.
They came, they left. WIth more than they arrived with. Did they really lack so much they needed to take from them, take them? It was only fair that one day they leave more behind on these dusty streets than it had before their visit.
What he made was a step closer to becoming like them, standing as tall, no taller. They always came with great beasts, what seemed a man and a building alike as one. He knew of the weapons on paper now, he studied and learned of them. Old random bits of information and stored knowledge. From scrap and wrecks.
Sometimes they saw the sky light up in fire in conflict after all. Not all of it was cleaned up afterwards.
Could he also light the world on fire? Not that there was much to burn.
Focus. What could he do? What would he do?
That day came another ship from the stars. Another battle began, close to home, but at least not at home. But that was too much to begin with. Too much to ignore, too much to forgive. So he took his first step, first shot.
The charge caused his frame to rattle for hours long after the battle ended, the engine that powered the “suit” whining with a blare that he couldn’t hear, buried under the pounding of his heart and ripped to shreds by the sound of the MAG shattering his world and sky. He watched in fascination, forgetting, burying the weight of his transgression and act as he watched a tall figure erupt into a fireball.
His first kill began a new life.
It cannot be denied that strange individuals sometimes orbit the Royal Family, and the man that’s caused a bit of buzz from his strange liberties and mannerisms is certainly no less talked about than the others. But as much as a famed mystery, if only out of ignorance, as he is. The attitude towards his fame and his level as a celebrity surely pales to The Wyvern who breeds active debate, curiosity and speculation. In the end something that amounts to another Earthling, even as a strange savage native plucked out of his dead planet with strange talents. Including the claim, and later, proof that he could both pilot and also create a Mobile Suit (even if some military experts have scoffed when asked for their opinions on the trudgy and bulky weapon that resembles a strange comprise between old earth-weapons known as Tanks and Mobile Suit philosophies) Could never hope to capture the attention or respect of the people in the way of a trailblazer who leaves result and carnage in his wake. A footnote and curiosity kept mainly relevant by having his name accompany his patron and liege in various reports and articles. His fame is, I argue kept alive only by in the middle pages and minor articles meant to fill the space of quieter days.
Earthling interest is nothing more than a fad, and the status of this Gaian a simple pet project by the Royal Family. If he is no slave then I argue he is nothing more than a simple pet paraded around to be cute and perhaps invite a bit of pity and misguided feelings of faux-empathy and likewise a faux-perception of kindness on the part of the one who holds his leash.
" Walt Ryondite" - The Refined Word
A Earth native survivor that found himself thrust in the world in space, and life in the Zern empire. Gaia Dyrte found himself with the head and talent for working with technology, preserved and scavenged by his people at a young age. However despite finding satisfaction in working with, and creating various devices that helped the lives of himself and those around him, he found himself bitter and angry at those who came from beyond the stars to take the spoils and treasures of the broken planet. But even worse were those who took what could be considered the most precious. If the salvage and technology left behind on Earth had worth to the people who lived there, then it was in how it could make a harsh unforgiving life easier, and in how many it would allow to take another breath, to wake to another day. Value then was life and survival. A dream then was to have a future that was one small step easier for everyone involved.
But Gaia wanted more than that. Indignity drove him to create his own weapon, to set upon the path of defending his people, to strike and destroy what he deemed the enemy. Whether they be Pirate and Slaver, Lunarian or even a Martian at the wrong place and time. Fighting against discouragement and concerns from the people that were his family he pushed himself to work to more than provide his keep and meet the demands of life while also being able to build up what he gathered and put together a rudimentary basic skeleton of a Mobile Suit. In mimicry of what he learned of weapons both from the earth’s past and stars.
Then when a battle between pirates and Zern soldiers near his settlement of survivors came to his attention not long after the completion of his weapon he embarked on a decision that would change his life forever. Interfering in the battle and shooting down a pirate that had compromised the safety of the leader of the Zern, later revealed to be one of the royal family. He found himself approached with interest and curiosity, and after a tense and cautious stand off and negotiation, Gaia found himself recruited and pulled to the side of Zern and brought to the stars.
A curious example of a free Earthling in Zern due to his patronage and his own service. He found himself slotting in awkwardly, a square peg in a round hole. As a kind of human typically seen only in the form of a slave, he left others at as much of a loss as he was in their world. Yet nonetheless he learned, he studied. Both of Mobile Suits, of the culture of Zern and their technological marvels. Things he never knew existed in his small and harsh world. Things that he could have never imagined. Culture so different, so rich and robust. Both in the new and old.
Learning more of the stars and the world, learning more about humans and their differences. Gaia found himself faced with many questions. What was he to do, what should he work towards? Few from Earth could ask themselves that question. Back where he came from it was work to survive, live to not die. On Mars they simply fulfilled their duties as slaves, taking to fulfilling the desires and commands of their owners, both plucked away from hardship and yet given their own terrors and sorrows by those who plucked them away from home.
Over the course of a year in living in the Zern Empire Gaia has gone through much schooling and even attempted to make his own contributions independent of his patron, even attempting to patent and spread ideas and technological creations to the civilian populace. Although his lack of full understanding of the manner and needs of civilized people have meant that he has found little success.
More notable then was his refinement and true completion of the first weapon he attempted to create, utilizing the principles and sciences of modern Mobile Suit engineering, along with his strange ideas and knowledge brought from Earth. The weapon one of a kind made by himself, piloted by himself. The oddity in space that stood out as much as its maker.
A few eyes linger upon him. But will they see him grow as a creator, or as a soldier?
Skills and Abilities
Engineering: A talent and knack of his, even before any formal education or access to the database of information present in more civilized society. Figuring how things work, how to make them work, and how to put them together is the talent that’s the pillar of support that has taken Gaia to where he is now. These talents are not limited to, but include the development and design of even Mobile Workers and Suits. Although it looks like there’s still plenty to learn and study from in modern common design.
That’s No Soldier: While he has not gone through the training of a military academy cadet, and lacks the experience of a seasoned soldier. He is able to pilot, being able to utilize his own makeshift creation back on the Earth. Then being half-dragged, half willingly charging into battle after battle with his patron, Has, along with some pockets of generously given time to help him adjust to and understand military operations, given him some understanding of the disciplines that come with being a member of the army. As a soldier he still leaves much to be desired, but as a combatant and a member of her highness’s routine he has reached a point where he can’t be dismissed as just a citizen, and can even be relied upon.
As far as ability for combat outside of a Mobile Suit, he’s able to handle unarmed people, and has experience dealing with wild Earth beasts with a weapon. However if he himself had to compete in a contest of strength he’s below most of the population whether they be Martian, or Venusian, refined, kai or not. Not your best bet for an arm wrestling contest.
1+1 equals: When it comes to figuring out how to line things up as he wants, Gaia has a head for numbers. While it isn’t that he has a special keen sense or exceptional eyes, he manages to manage to hit his targets and figure out when things intersect well.
Malus:
Terran: Life on Earth is difficult. The environment dead and unforgiving. What’s “edible” and isn’t sometimes has little a difference, and the very air itself is deeply poisoned. To many it would be considered completely unliveable, and perhaps they have a point. Yet to those who have managed to survive, their definitions of ok, and capabilities to withstand such environments are a bit different. A native earthling will be able to count the negative effects from breathing in such air in the span of years rather than days or hours, and perhaps to an extent there’s a bit of gut tolerance to certain toxins.
Of course it doesn’t change the fact that such benefits are only “benefits” in a extreme condition that’s more a consolation prize more than anything. Earthlings are wracked with various health problems and unwell constitutions and conditions. Gaia is no exception, finding his breathing more difficult than those raised in Mars, and lungs wracked with pain at times. While faded for the most part now even bouts of anemia struck him. Otherwise due to mishaps in his nervous system he finds himself feeling rather cold and heatless at times. Particularly in his hands. But at least he doesn’t have any signs of cancer... Yet. -
Personal Items and Equipment
Top of the line Data Tablet: A journal, a means for recreation and study. Pretty much anything he could ever need or want in a neat little square. To the Gaia who lived in an environment where all things were scarce, the idea of using paper that isn’t required to be used is a bit unpleasant. Plus as much as he has a good head for keeping all his belongings together he’d rather not get too carried away. Contains locally an entire library of various things he’s studying or working on so he doesn’t come into an awkward period of having nothing to read on.
Ultimately it's something a rich civilian could easily get however rather than anything top secret or special.
12 Gauge-Pump Action Antique Shotgun: One of the more common types of weapons floating around to those lucky enough to have them on the surface of the dead Earth. With a four shot capacity and a focus on being robust and reliable. It’s nothing fancy, but it works. Whenever taken with him it tends to be carried on his side with a sling made out of a kind of leather unfamiliar to most people.
Strengths and Weaknesses
An inexperienced person, both in age, culture and battle. Intelligence, talent and ability have brought him to the stage and could be polished further. But currently as is he's a muck-covered stone from the dead planet.
His greatest asset is his different manner of approach, of thinking. Yet it also leaves him with difficulty in reaching a common understanding with others at times. While his differences have brought him attention it also serves as his greatest struggle. One may even ask if he will ever truly be like a normal citizen of the empire, whether one compares him to a Martian, Lunarian or Venusian. For the values of one who lives on the surface of the dead planet have been shaped by a hard, different life.
In battle there's a certain aggressive edge to his performance. All the more against slavers and their ike. The tempered caution of maturity and experience something he lacks to guide his perspective at times.
Otherwise his relatively poor health, both from his environment and his lineage as a Terran leave him rather weak in physical strength, and with some problems. With an entire year he has been making improvements through a vast improvement in environment, care and nutrition. But put up against most of even Venusians, and they'll tend to look hale and hearty in comparison.
M(obile) T(ank) P(latform)-00 Gyfnewid - The Terran Fossil
1st Generation Prototype, Draft 3 - Personal Use
Unique||Gaia Dyrte
Unit Appearance
When one looks upon the Gyfnewid, one may think of the Centaurs of old human mythology. Of one made out of a weird hybrid of a normal vehicle and a Mobile Suit. Not quite the iconic mechanical giant of a man. Not quite an armored carrier vehicle or car. Bringing hefty firepower and floating above the ground, it cries out its declaration to the stars as a harbinger of war. While it is shorter than most Mobile Suit, Its height does not leave it with a lesser presence to its peers as its stand out profile and even odder aesthetics. One might find themselves struck by the feeling that it is a sitting down giant, due to its tank design.
Its colors are rather drab, forgoing any real paintjob, save for a layering of markings in letters and words that overlap, repeated hundreds of times to give it a makeshift coating of black in a mosaic painted on like ink by Gaia personally. If its pilot were asked, he would answer that he went off an old database of old languages and their words for victory or something. Yet mixed in clearly are a number of names, foreign and odd.
It’s humanoid torso and head is rather blocky. It’s head is a forward-facing square, with a rising collar guard partially obscuring it, making it seem like a dome or head that was partially removed to expose the skeletal head within. A single compound bar sensor stretches across its smooth flat face, larger than that of the Redcoat or Tommy, glowing a dull red. Otherwise of note are its head mounted Vulcans. Placed like ears with a back extension that protrude upwards for the sake of mechanisms to fixate the guns. It adds a touch of a more humanizing element that still in of itself also feels different and inhuman, to the otherwise very mechanical creature. Really, it just looks plain weird when compared to the iconic image of a Mobile Suit doesn't it?
Technical Details
Accommodation: Pilot Only. Dimensions: 15x10x16 (In Meters) Powerplant: Medium-output Wilberforce Reactor “Overclocked” to a greater performance in order to compensate for the upkeep of the Maglev system. However it does not reach the level of a High-output Reactor. An adjustment that reduces stability. Combined with certain functions wear and degradation can also occur. With the defenses of the Gyfnewid and its role as something on the backlines the risk of an explosion is lower at least.
Equipment and Design Features:
A Mobile.. Tank? The Gyfnewid first and foremost stands out from its peers by essentially being a half-humanoid, half-weapons platform style of creation. The upper body and lower body can rotate and turn independently. While like a mobile weapon it can adjust, turn and change directions rather swiftly compared to a wheeled vehicle it is still slower in that regard to a normal mobile suit. Yet such drawbacks come with the benefits of greater stability, in aim and otherwise.
Maglev Hover System: An old line of technology in place even before the development of technologies by Umhlaba.Utilizing a system of superconductive materials and magnets, the Gyfnewid is able to float and glide a little above ground. The frictionless and off the ground movement allows for smoother movement and the ability to better deal with its weight. Most of all it allows for the positioning over water surfaces and dealing with unstable grounding and terrain. In the case of failure, however the Gyfnewid comes with a continuous track locomotive system. These treads are tucked under its body, with a slight protrusion forward that has ended up increasing the length of the Gyfnewidand. The treads are covered by thinner layers of armor due to not being considered as vital to protect and because of the already rather heavy build of the machine. Sometimes they end up drawing the attention of enemy fire hoping to cripple the movement of the Gyfnewid, not knowing that damage to them does not particularly impact the integrity of the Maglev But it’s hard to say if that’s a welcome misdirection of enemy priority, or a unfortunate weakpoint.
Heavy Liten Armor Covered all over with Liten. The Gyfnewid is a heavily armored, and of course, very heavy construct. While fairing better in land environments and battlefields with gravity in comparison to normal Mobile Suits due to its Maglev System. In space especially it is a rather slow vehicle despite its booster systems.
Dual-Thruster Pack A engine-pack similar to that of the Tommy, although with the unorthodox profile of the Gyfnewid, it lacks in comparison the finesse in maneuvering and control that they have. However it does an adequate job at ensuring that the Gyfnewid’s space and land speed is enough to leave it as just somewhat slow, rather than be something that cannot keep up with its allies and foes.
Reactor-Oversprint Thruster: An overclocked Thruster connected more intimately and directly with the Wilberforce Reactor at the core of the Gyfnewid. Letting out an instantaneous sudden burst of thrust with an overriding priority over all other systems. The Gyfnewid is sent rocketing forth in a chosen direction. Whether by utilizing the mechanics of space, or the hover-system it makes for not just a surprising burst but also a swift acceleration and propellant for a tactical retreat. While it stresses out the system and the Mobile Suit and also creates significant G-forces upon its pilot. The bulky and robust build of the Gyfnewid allow a mitigation of the negative effects to a degree. Something not so dire as to be considered a complete emergency option, but also something not to use so lightly. Overuse in quick succession may lead to a blow out of Thruster, Engine, or both.
Weapons and Combat Capabilities
Handheld Armaments
•120mm LEWIN-11 Machine Gun A common and reliable weapon. Seeing no reason to reinvent the wheel, the standard among Mobile Suit weaponry was given to the Gyfnewid as a close range weapon. Best suited for fending off enemies that have closed in, suppressive fire, and taking down lightly armored targets that do not require the other armaments.
•“Screwdriver” 110mm Marksmen MAG Rifle Another area where innovation wasn’t seen as necessary. Fitting in with the weapons platform sniper role of the Gyfnewid, a weapon that was meant for lighter targets and quicker to use while still fitting within its focus.
Fixed Armaments
200mm “Starblazer” MAG Cannon A shoulder-mounted double-barreled MAG Cannon Boasting both long range and very high penetration. This weapon carries the hopes of its creator in shooting down those who come down to the earth from the stars. Although it has turned out to be useful in combat in the void of space as well. A gun a bit than even the oversized Whiskeys, it makes up for the size by being shoulder mounted on a much more robust machine. It's speed, and just how much it can "cook" is greater than a standard Whiskey. Finally A scope-esque sensor attachment allows for a more specialized long-range view for tactical and sniping purposes.
•30mm Vulcan “Elf Ears”x2: Mounted onto the head of the Gyfnewid are a pair of weapons affixed via the external mechanisms that give its head-mounted weapons their distinct name. Loaded with 30mm bullets. Though not effective against mobile suit armor they can be used to shoot down incoming projectiles or for shredding smaller more lightly armored targets.
•300mm Rocket Launcher A shoulder-mounted box rocket launcher that balances firepower and range with powder based ordinance. While possible to fire on the move, the accuracy can suffer, making it more of a medium ranged, or, if one is daring enough, a short ranged weapon. The capacity loaded is six shots. Thanks to the stability of the Gyfnewid's form the problems of recoil are easily dealt with, and while there is a slight difficulty in aiming if firing its entire payload at once. Movement while firing is not difficult.
Strengths and Weaknesses
The Gyfnewid is a strange beast in many respects. The unique ideas of Gaia Dyrte in putting together a machine of war leaving it a much estranged and distant relative to all other modern Mobile Suits. However its effectiveness and strengths cannot be denied, as it serves as something like a tank of olde and a weapons platform both. Which is then commanded with the mentality of a sniper.
While it is as heavy as it looks and feels, it avoids the expected clunkiness and absolute slowness that should make a mockery of the Mobile part in Mobile Suit with its unique hover system and its booster power. However this weakness is only mitigated, not eliminated. The power that should go into the Maglev system is diverted to the boosters to try and keep its mobility to a similar level in space, although in that theater the mobility of other suits is emphasized over the Gyfnewid.
Even with its tactical Sprint-boost engaging in normal combat with other mobile suits is not recommended. A fast or armored foe, or a group of weaker enemies in close to melee ranges can certainly threaten and defeat the Gyfnewid. Even if heavily armored and resistant to damage, its slower turning and lack of relative agility means that it is not well suited to fighting an unsupported battle in a more personal field of battle against multiple, or exceptionally speedy foes. However its separate-rotation and stability leaves it well suited for marksmanship while moving and engaging.
Technical History
The third iteration of the first weapon he put together back on earth. While some of the parts and metal comes from what he first made. The only thing truly carried over from the previous drafts are ideas and the spirit. With a brand new frame and base, the Gyfnewid-00 is the first true Mobile Suit class weapon made and completed by Gaia Dyrte. However it can also be called his attempt at taking the first cobbled together machine he rode and trying to update it to modern Mobile Suit doctrine. Its construction is the fruit of his vengeful labour on the earth, and the studies of the knowledge of the Zern Empire. Really should it even be called a Mobile Suit?
With a focus on the systems, and painstaking attempts at trying to make the Maglev system feasible as the main mode of transportation in combination with thrusters. Little attempts at trying to provide it with unique weaponry was made by Gaia. The only thing that could be called unique, the "Starblazer" is in fact something that comes from the very first draft. Concerns about it being difficult to work with, with only Gaia knowing all the ins and outs of the unique machine, have also left him wanting to keep the weapons simple for easier replacements, resupplying and hassle-free inventory.
Coming from earth and having thought of a weapon as a means to fight pirates and slavers growing up. The design philosophy of the Gyfnewid came with the idea of how it would be used on a planet surface, or in a gravity environment, rather than a focus on the space theater. Initial ideas included experimentation with a quadrupedal leg system. But all other ideas were shelved and put aside for the time being once Gaia decided upon the Maglev system. Ultimately he decided on it as a means to deal with the variety of terrain possible, battlefield damage to leave uneven and perilous ground, and the tactical advantages possible in hovering above water surfaces for naval combat. The focus on booster movement also then allowed for the sprint-boost function to be a viable feature out of zero-gravity environments as well.
The inspiration for the Maglev system allegedly comes from old systems on Earth for trains that he read about.
“Wah wah wah!” His spinning was worse than usual thanks to the prodigious strength of Rider. “You really pack a punch! Are you really a human?” he cried out as he watched the two take to the skies.
“Ah… but, that’s not really jousting is it?” The disappointment was minor, but still something that filled his words as he watched Rider prepare his next onslaught. “Well, if that’s how it is it’ll still be a fight. I’ll take it as my win then! So how about the next course? The night just started after all.”
As the arrows rained down he flew as well. His leap took him through the air, shining like a star as he made to meet Rider. But even with his sense, even with his speed, the lack of manuveribility was rather difficult. His twisting spear thrust at Rider whenever he got close, and otherwise batted and crushed arrow after arrow as he forced a straight on battle. His armor and own arms contesting the volleys of Rider.
He crashed to the ground, and turned to leap again. Again and again chasing after Rider, as though he were trying to strike down the moon in the sky.
But even if this target moved around more than the moon, it was a lot closer too. Again and again, chasing down the end he sought, the goal that honed his mind and magic energy. The tactic of Lancer was oh so simple in this case, but more and more he made the adjustments needed to chase closer and closer.
The damage dealt was that to the battlefield, gouges ripped into it from his passing and the meteor-shower like arrows of Rider. The wounds of the park a testament to their strength, both in their blows, and in their defense from how neither suffered from these exchanges.
“I hope that power isn’t in just one arm. I think your archery’s been hurt a bit from earlier!”
This was the one!...
Again Lancer took to the skies, flying up as a javelin towards the horse and Rider. Dozens of passes left the park burning, and the air crackling with energy as well. But all of them were fruitless, Lancer sure to be worn down by the two weights of his own self and Rider’s archery at this rate.
But this time their paths intersected, this time Lancer’s eyes met that of Riders.
“I wanted to have a jousting match, but you’re fun either way.”
Ah, it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t close enough. But even then he could strike, the tip of his weapon sweeping forth in a slash at Rider.
Striking the horse? Such a thing never occurred to him, or rather wasn’t his plan in the first place. The man upon a horse, Rider. If he was to truly measure himself against it then he would have to face him with the protection of his horse. He’d have to apologize to his master later. But this wasn’t a battle to win… not yet.
Besides, that strength… Well, he could probably survive an exchange of charges without restraints. But if that Rider had more like that, or even something beyond that? Then a charge that sought not to battle but to seek victory would likely cause a clash that would leave one in ruin, maybe both.
"Hmm, don't think so.” The jest was responded to with a smile as he braced himself.
“Rider huh? All the better.” The connection was made as he waited for Rider to climb his mount. “I’m a horseman myself at times. So why don’t we make this a bit more formal? Take this, my human jousting techniques!”
He erupted. Magical energy flooded and coarsed out of Lancer, coating him and wreathing it with its volume. The charge was less a man and more a beast of legend as the aura whirred and spun. The rotation of his energy focused the aura as a drill pointing forward, harnessing that otherwise indiscriminately burned away and churned the earth underneath him in his passing.
It was no explosion like that of his king, but a continuous flow from world to man.
If the horse was a beast that matched the abilities of man in its intellect, then he was a man who matched the stature of a monster with his spear. Shining like a phantasm, Lancer charged past, side by side, his large spear aimed at the Rider as he passed the horse. The drill-like blow aimed for his chest, aiming to gouge into him and rip through as he passed.
The energy was his true spear and shield both, and with the speed of the already swift servant class augmented by the coating from his spear, his sudden rush blazed forth as a surprise. His passing burned at the flank and hooves of Karushka.
Here was the hard part.
An ability that could be called the cornerstone of his fighting style, and a taste of what his trump card had to offer. Yet the biggest problem was that…
It was hard to stop! But if something like that was too much for him. Then he could hardly be called a hero. His instinct and experience, along with his rush-forward gungho attitude were what made this ridiculous fighting style possible in the first place… and also let him think of it to begin with.
Lancer slammed his feet into the ground after their exchange of blows, dirt and grass melting away from the mana-coating, his footing crumbling from the force and energy. His hand swiped through the ground to turn him about, Lancer swiveling to face his foe again as he prepared for another charge
Well he showed his trick, but the initial surprise was only the start of the battle.
“Rider, your horse is a nice horse. But it’s unfortunate. I’m the best horse around!”
The first show of his master's magic huh? As basic as he called it, something like that, navigation through looking at the world around them was important even to him. Whether it was as an adventurer, a hunting young boy, or a knight waging war direction and guidance was important. Even if he didn't quite have the head, but rather the heart for such things initially. -Righto! With this they could definitely fight.
"...By the way master, is it ok if we invi-actually no. That’s something else for another time! As far as women go I'm not sure if they're always so forceful as you say, but anyone grabs at what they want or find important, right?” a glance he was giving the women that he had been chatting with in the moments he strayed from his master cut off as he sharpened his posture. The glass he had in hand swiftly found itself drained and left as he made his way to the overlooking view that judged the city.
“Mhm. That’s why we’re here even, isn’t it? But speaking of… it’s time to fight isn’t it? You won’t be disappointed. Have you ever seen a knight before?” He looked over the city as if trying to follow the gaze of the stars with his own eyes, being up high as they were. After a while satisfied that he knew where they were going to go through consulting the magus he turned around.
“Well, Lan-Lan would probably say this is more fitting of something to say to a woman but..” With a grin he tugged Brahelius off the edge and threw himself fell off as well. A magus could float down, a servant could handle such a fall. But to meet the earth wasn’t his plan.
“Hoi. Let’s get closer to the stars ah?” Twisting in the air, Lancer placed his feet against the side of the building they were just upon, and with a widening expression on his face, pushed off. Grabbing Brahelius he took his master with him as the two shot out, following the path of the stars to their battle as they soared through the sky. Sneaking away from the party. The light of the night was abandoned for the sparks in the dark between blade and blade.
Hibiya Park Field, Chiyoda Ward
“Oh? A firework? All the better.”
Striding forth into the sight of the the enemy came Lancer. His more modern clothes provided by his master replaced by the hefy and yet well-conforming armor on his frame. A large spear in hand, the servant walked with a cheerful and light step towards what would likely be his first battle. “Yo, yo. I’m the Knight of the Spear, Lancer. Which one are you?”
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