Full nameGabriel Choji Winter
The bullets from Altron trailed towards Hunter’s vision and he raised his arms up along with the body of the Astray to try deflecting the bullets from his main cameras. The bullets ate into his meager armor, pain freckled his body from the abuse but he hardly cared. He brought his blade down at the extended arm, hoping to sever the limb at the elbow. As he completed his motion, Hunter pivoted the blade to move in proper sequence and went for a horizontal slash, his angle was low and the blade went for the thighs of the enemy. Hunter wasn’t focused so much on if his blade connected or not; as much as he was focused on his opponent, and how they were reacting to his attacks.
“Emotions!” Hunter howled out loud maniacally, “are the only thing separating me from you! Your Excellency!” He mockingly addressed Trieze as his blade finished its slice out wide. “My weaknesses are my greatest strengths!” Hunter cocked the blade for an upward diagonal slice from his bottom right to his upper left. Earlier, he could have used his Mirage Colloid, or used his beam rifle longer than he had; but he wanted to teach this bastard something. While the bullets hit and tricked his mind into thinking the pain could be real, in truth he wanted the pain. He need the sensation to ground him to whatever sense of reality GBN was because it was the only thing he knew. His left eye was now completely blood shot, blood poured from both his nostrils. He also wanted the pain, because that was exactly what Trieze would feel if Hunter got this way. It wouldn’t be pretty, he was going to make it slow.
Gone, she was just gone. One moment she was thanking him then the next she was gone. Aker sucked in his breath from the destruction, his breathing came in ragged draws. Altron looked at him, its’ face silently asking for some sort of approval for the action. Trieze may have said something to Aker but he didn’t register what it was. He couldn’t blink, he couldn’t turn away from the murder. “Lunaaaaa!” He wailed out loud, pain etching his voice with the cry. He quickly turned his outrage into anger and clenched his teeth tightly. He sucked in some air and then went limp. Closing his eyes he could feel the space around him, he could feel the endless void. “All of it…” the words were barely a whisper.
Hunter looked up at Trieze, murderous intent in his eyes. “All if it 8. I don’t care if it cripples me.” Through trial and error he knew that the AI couldn’t respond when the Alaya-Vijana was activated but he could sense the hesitation from the machine. Gripping the controls he lurched forward in his seat, “All of it! Give me everything the Jäger has to offer!” He cried out, a fanatical tone in his howl. Hunter could feel the machine relent and the cold sensation chilled throughout his entire body. The emerald eyes of the Astray flared with a surge of power as the Alaya-Vijana fully activated. “Trieze!” He roared as he launched towards the aristocrat.
He fired a few shots from his rifle, the last shot elongating into a beam blade, and he launched the weapon forward like a spear at Trieze. As Hunter closed the distance he produced his katana from his back. “You don’t know the first thing about being noble you cocky bastard! I’ll kill you!” The words cracked out from his battle cry. Blood dripped from his left nostril in a steady stream and red lines etched his left eye. His eyes were wide with a deep rage and murderous intent. All the heart ache in his past couldn’t compare to that sense of loss he was feeling at that moment. Loss that he was dead set on avenging at any cost.
When the Deathscythe came, Aker was ready. His theory about the Alaya -Vijana proved correct as he could “sense” the attack. The namesake weapon lashed out for him and he quickly spun around, his weapon ready to parry. The reach of the beam rifle allowed him to match some distance of the scythe and he used that as his opportunity to counter. With the precision that the Alaya-Vijana afforded, he angled his blade between the twin blades of the scythe. He leveraged his beam blade to lock the two weapons for a moment. He followed through with a volley from his head Vulcans toward the scythe’s beam emitters. He was hoping to knock the namesake weapon out of commission.
“Let’s see whose worthy when you don’t even have a good weapon!” Aker yelled out, he yanked his beam rifle blade away sending smoke trailing away. He then shifted his weight to kick at the belly of the Deathscythe, sending the suit to float away. He heard Lunamaria’s voice and his focus shifted from his squabble, to the Zaft pilot. He needed to protect her, but why? He wondered briefly. He then contemplated giving chase to his enemy but decided he needed to protect the shuttle and broke his engagement. Maybe Lady Une would make him regret that choice but he had to focus on the priority. “I’m on my way to the shuttle!” He called out frantically. “I hope I’m not too late…” he muttered as he made his way.
Aker furrowed his brow as the Deathscythe fired it’s shield buster at him. He had no choice but to activate the blade on his rifle to bat away the projectile. Between the flash of the shield launching and the resulting explosion of his counter he lost track of his enemy. His eye widened in realization of what his opponent did. He grimaced as he had no choice now, “8 lets do this!”
The sensation of the the chilling pain etching along his body wasn’t so startling this time. Aker and 8 had tweaked the settings of the Alaya-Vijana some since the snow battle. He was feeling more comfortable about using the system, despite his own misgivings. “As long as I don’t over do it…” he muttered as he felt the Astray seemingly become one with himself. From his own experience using a stealth system, he knew that it would be nigh impossible to track the Deathscythe in space. Instead of relying on his eyes he was banking on the increased spacial awareness from the Alaya-Vijana.
In-out, he steadied his breathing and tightened his grip on his weapon. He had to clear his mind, and focus on the present. He had to not think of the Destiny, not think of Lunamaria. Why would I think of her? He asked himself before chiding, focus! With any luck he could counter the Deathscythe and turn the Lady’s overconfidence into a his advantage.
Aker easily dodged the swipe from the Deathscythe. He hadn’t had his cloak activated, and questioned himself for his oversight. His worries were short lived as he focused on the present. His dodge backward afforded him a chance to shoot at the Gundam attacking him. He brought about his beam rifle and leveled a shot at the Deathscythe. Wing Gundams were notoriously beefy with their defense so at best he thought he might shred some armor off his foe. It wouldn’t be enough either way. He kept his momentum and started flying backwards, weaving in a pattern to keep the Gundam guessing. If he could keep his distance me might have a chance at easily dispatching his opponent.
Wade’s words rang true in Aker’s mind, there should be two more. Or could there be more? He frowned at the thought, if Oz had the big 5 where did that put Tallgeese in all of this? Or other Gundams for that matter? “Just how developed at you?” He muttered to himself as he performed his erratic dance. He tried to aim his rifle for another shot, hoping to keep his foe off balance with his beam weaponry. A small part of him was tempted to engage the Alaya-Vijana but he wanted to refrain from it as much as possible, at least this early on.
Thankfully the cockpit materialized around him and he took a moment to orient himself. Aker brought up his menu and materialized his Zaft space suit on. He lifted his left hand up once more to flex his digits and frowned at the lack of sensation the limb still seemed to experience.
He shook the thought out of his head as Wade’s voice chimed in over the radio about the mission difficulty. Seeing the Destiny put him in a foul mood and he was eager for a fight now. “Acknowledged.” He responded. Aker checked his instruments to see the status of his mobile suit. He hadn’t made any significant changes to his suit save for one detail. He swapped out his beam rifle out for the same rifle the Zeta Gundam used. Now he could turn the rifle into a melee weapon if need be. “Ok 8 stay frosty.” Despite himself he found himself looking at the red Destiny Gundam. “Guess we’ll see what you can do Luna…” he muttered to himself.
Aker was in the middle of looking at the mission details when the ZAFT pilot teleported into their briefing room. He did pause to look at her, it was one thing to see the character in the show and something else entirely to see them in person. He stood up to gawk at her and slowly walked around in disbelief. She was more than an NPD, she reminded him of some cosplayers he’d seen on GBN before, it was uncanny how lifelike she seemed. It was just as hard to believe that he shared a similarity to the NPD on some level. He wondered if she thought and felt the same as him? He should have paid closer attention to the details though. While Lunimaria was more budget friendly, and the version he looked at was her Zaku version he completely glazed over the Destiny option.
“Wait!” He started to protest as they talked about her machine. He rushed to the window to look outside at the imposing red Destiny. Of course her “Shin” was different from his, and her “Destiny” was different from the one he fought; but still. Aker instinctively clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, as he looked at the machine. He couldn’t help but grimace at the memory of a golden version of that same machine stalking over to try and impale him.
Lunamaria must have sensed his apprehension as she came over and asked cheerily, “do you like it?” Aker snapped out of his contemplate to see a teasing smile etched on her fair features. He blushed and nodded, “yeah, always been a fan of the Destiny Gundam…” he offered a weak smile which she nodded at. He could see a questioning expression on her face as if she intended to ask more, and that perhaps unsettled him more than the presence of the red machine. “Do we gotta figure anything else out before we launch?” Aker asked as he looked past her to his friends.
Aker studied the mission description intently and then the list of possible pilots and who was in their price range. It was moments like these that caused him to briefly consider spending some of his undisclosed wealth with his teammates but he found the circumstances rewarding and brushed the notion out of his mind. “What about her?” He asked as he pulled up the description of a certain red headed pilot. “I’m hesitant to go for a pilot who fights closely. I think if we utilize a sniper they could help pinpoint trouble and not get in the way.”
Lunimaria Hawke was slightly more affordable than the list Wade offered but seemed to have some upgrade options they could afford more easily. If Aker was being honest with himself he always found her to be an interesting character and bought it would be interesting to see her up close. Ultimately he would be happy with whatever his teammates decide though.
He kept his gaze locked on the mission description, piecing together the cryptic meaning behind the title. “5 vs 4?” he mused softly to himself. “And in space most likely…” it was sure to be an interesting tussle, and a smile slowly creased his lips at the thought.
Aker lay in his hammock, eyes closed as he tried to sleep in the warm ocean sun. He rather liked their force nest, despite its’ humble appearance. Having only one other spot he could safely goto, he found himself splitting his time equally between the force nest and his own “place” in space. He had fashioned his own cabin in one of the rooms at the Fluer’s complex, next to what would be his mobile suit bay.
The loud noise of mobile suits approaching caused him to stir some but it wasn’t until the strange MKII appeared that he jumped out off is hammock in a stupor. “8 launch the Jager!” He called out as he ran towards where he would board the suit. He kept his Astray parked at his alternate location to keep his impact at the oil rig to a minimum. The suit materialized in its’ appropriate dock just as he realized it was his two allies who had appeared, and not some random strangers (or worse) looking for him. He paused near the Astray’s cockpit and let out a chuckle at his own paranoia. He decided to keep the Astray docked as he made his way to the communal briefing room.
He quietly entered the room, looking almost out of place. Aker looked more like a tourist than a diver at that moment; wearing a pair of sandals, cargo shorts, and a pink Hawaiian shirt of some kind, with a pair of “Alex Dino” sunglasses covering his face. “Hey guys!” He called out, “I’m digging the new suits! I’m guessing it’s mission time?” He teased as he moved in to plop down on a sofa. It was almost absurd seeing the normally dour looking diver acting so carelessly.
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Aker let out a profound sigh of relief as the mission ended. He hardly noticed the rewards as he disengaged the Alaya-Vijnana and studied his left hand. As they returned to the lobby he remained fixated on the hand. He had a blank look as Wade chattered about their new possible force nest. He slowly shook his head as he flexed his left hand. Finally he focused on the present and forced a smile. “Y-Yeah sounds good to me…” he looked from Wade to Icarus.
Icarus breathed a sigh of relief as the trio reappeared in the GBN lobby. He had noticed he had earned a badge but that was the furthest thing from his mind at the time. A lot of strange things had just happened over the course of the last couple of minutes and now Aker was acting strange, his eyes fixated on his hand. Icarus placed a hand firmly, but not aggressively, on the masked diver's shoulder.
"What happened back there, Aker?" His gaze shifted over to their younger teammate. "And what was that thing?"
Aker looked at Icarus, an uncomfortable look crossed his face and he looked around as if for answers. He didn’t react when his shoulder was touched, his left shoulder. He looked distraught and shook his head. “Let’s… let’s figure out our force nest first. Some things are best discussed in private….” He smiled again more genuinely this time and looked at Wade. “So something humble huh?” He brought up a menu and began looking at properties.
Wade had completely missed what was wrong with Aker, being completely engaged in his search for a Force Nest. However, he was starting to become jealous of the higher priced nests. A castle from Victory Gundam struck his eye, but he knew they couldn’t afford it. “Well, I have found a couple...” He tossed the three out to the others. There was a little complex near a harbor in the Sanc Kingdom Biome, a Zeon Remnant hangar in what looked to be a jungle biome, and a small section of the Ptolemaios’ inner area inside one of GBN’s various space colonys.
Aker was looking at the same list as Wade and tapped his finger on a location. “How about this one?” The location popped up for his teammates to review as well. It was an abandoned oil rig, it looked rough but was secluded. “This looks like a nice starter location for a nest.” He anxiously waited to see what they both thought.
Icarus nodded. "Works for me. It's a bit of a fixer-upper but I enjoy a good project." The more he thought about it, the more the suggested location grew on him. Just them, their mobile suits, and boundless ocean. It sounded rather relaxing, in fact, but Icarus had a feeling that they wouldn't be relaxing just yet.
"Then it's settled!" Wade clicked the PURCHASE button, grateful they had chosen something with enough space for their Gunpla. At that moment, the three were taken away from the main lobby, now appearing on the main section of the rig. Four small octagons were connected to the middle, three filled with their now fully repaired mobile suits. "I wonder who owned this prior?" He thought, going into the building near the slender tower. The best part was the large viewscreen on one of the walls and the electronic table in the center, but the furniture was very rugged. Apparently, this was intentional, since upon further research, no one had owned this before them. "Looks like Icarus is right. It'll need a little work."
A small grin is satisfaction creased Aker’s lips as Wade bought the nest. He had to admit he enjoyed their leaders care free attitude when it came to decisions. Most people would worry about consequences, like himself. Wade seemed to just act and Aker was fine with that.
Aker slowly followed Wade to the meeting room of facility and bored his approval of the utilitarian furniture. “I like it.” He stated flatly, “This will do us nicely.”.
"That's that then," Icarus smiled softly. The lobby transitioned into their newly purchased oil rig and Icarus found himself standing on the edge, looking out over the water. In this distance, on one of the outer platforms, stood the DaeDAL, still undergoing reconstruction. Icarus let out a little noise of dissatisfaction before turning back towards the tower and stepping inside the meeting room.
"Its certainly...rustic," the diver chuckled, but then stifled it with a grunt. "Uh, not to be a buzz kill but..." he looked over at Aker, with a serious but concerned expression.
Aker nodded and went over to the console and began toggling some buttons. A moment later the big screen lit up with a replay of their mission highlights. It always felt odd seeing himself third person like that but the playbacks were always useful to watch. He seemed reluctant to talk, looking at the video for awhile before finally taking a deep breath. “Tell me, are you guys familiar with any EL Divers?” Aker took off guys mask and turned around to regard his teammates.
Wade loved watching battles, but seeing his mistakes made him cringe. Thankfully, Aker took his attention away from the screen. “EL-Divers?” The Diver shrugged. “My lead- well my former leader took part in the second Coalition of Volunteers battle. He told me a bit about that one, but I honestly don’t know much.”
Aker brought up their battle on the screen and when the footage reached the end, Icarus watched as the DaeDAL blasted itself off it's own legs. The diver couldn't help but chuckle nervously. As Aker asked his question, Icarus merely shook his head and shrugged. "Never heard of them. I'm brand new, remember?" He looked Aker in his freshly revealed eyes. "But I take it you are one of these EL-divers?"
Aker’s mouth twitched at Wade’s knowledge of EL divers and shook his head at Icarus’ assessment. “Yes, and no…” he rubbed his chin as he thought then added. “EL divers are electronic life forms who first appeared in the last rendition of GBN. I can’t be too certain how to define who or what I am exactly, what I do know is that I exist here.... I have… memories of the outside… but… I can bleed, I can feel… everything here.” He paused as he considered his words. He wasn’t sure how much he should tell his new friends for fear of endangering them. “That’s how I’m able to use the Alaya-Vijnana, I have a pseudo system installed on the Jäger… a normal diver wouldn’t be able to use it the way I do.” He flexed his left hand, curious by the sensation it was giving him then looked up at the two to see how they were taking his news.
Wade blinked a couple of times, attempting to register what he’d just heard. Then, it clicked. “EHHHH?!?!?!” He yelled out. “You mean to tell me that YOU could be an EL-Diver?!” He was so amazed as he stared at Aker. “Not very many of you exist. We’re soooooo lucky to have you on this team.” Wade settled down, realizing the seriousness of his teammate being able to feel pain. “But... for you, Alaya-Vijinana isn’t just a game mechanic. It has a real effect.”
Aker nodded at Wade, “it’s definitely a double edged sword…” as he talked he clenched his left his tightly making his knuckles whiten, “one that I now know works.” He nodded to the screen. “That enemy reminded me of Ein from Iron Blooded Orphans didn’t he? You got a good look at him?” He hoped the change of topic would divert some attention from him.
As his teammate spoke, Icarus folded his arms and brought a hand to his chin. Wade took the news...loudly but positively, but as for Icarus...
"It sounds like science fiction," he said, mostly to himself but loud enough for the others to hear. But as Wade mentioned the Alaya-Vijnana system, the driver's eyes flicked up to look at Aker. "You really put yourself on the line back there then. And even if it does sound like science fiction, who am I to question your reality, Aker?"
A thought struck him. "So is AkerHero even your real name then?"
Aker cocked his head to look at Icarus, clearly there was no fooling him. There was a lot that he could tell him, a lot he’d been through already. He just wasn’t sure now was the best time. “I’d rather not lie to you… and you’re right I did take a big risk… but I need to be strong… I have to carve out my existence here.” He looked right at Icarus. “That isn’t my real name, but I have grown fond of being called Aker.” He offered a smile. “I don’t want to pull you guys into something you’re not ready for by telling you my real name. It’s sufficient to admit that I did run into some trouble previously though.”he nodded more to himself as he settled on his answer. As much as he liked these two it would defeat the purpose of his disguise if he told them the entire truth.
Part of Wade was concerned about the whole situation, but another part of him was grateful that they had such a quality player, EL-Diver or not. “Well, whatever happens, know that we’ll be there for you!” For the first time in a while, Wade felt like he could fully enjoy playing GBN now. No more corporatizing or benefiting a leader. Fleurs de Noblesse was here to stay.
"Yeah," Icarus nodded, agreeing with Wade's words of support. "What kind of team would we be if we abandoned you because of this? We have your back, Aker, you can count on that,"
The atmosphere of the meeting room had, thankfully, become much less solemn, but there was still an issue at hand that Aker had brought up. "So that mobile suit...it could feel things too, right? Like one of us?"
A smile creased his face at his teammates offering their support. It was more than he could hope for and he was thankful for the loyalty. He nodded his head at Icarus’ question, “I think it could. It certainly acted as such don’t you agree Wade?” He looked at their leader to gauge their appraisal.
“Looked like it.” He responded, remembering the detail. “I didn’t think the mission designers could be that gruesome.” The diver put his arms out. “But, it did allow us to get all this stuff.”
"Hmmm," Icarus folded his arms again. "Well, knowing that people like Aker exist, the idea that the things we've been destroying are potentially alive doesn' rest well with me. I guess I'll have to adapt my strategies,"
Icarus gave their surroundings a quick scan. "In the meantime, let's get this place cleaned up and get ourselves settled. After that, we can talk gameplans and what missions we should take going forward. Sound good to you, boss?" Icarus gestured to Wade.
“Whatever works with you guys.” Wade stated, still thinking about the NPD. After all, nothing said that was an administrator’s creation. The diver walked to the wall that had played their battle footage, swiping through screensavers, he found the perfect one. It was a green field surrounded by many different flowers. Fleurs de Noblesse was going to make themselves known in GBN.
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Ray Hermes couldn’t help but smile to himself as he sat down at the console, the sounds of the game mingling with the voices outside in the rest of the hobby store. It had been about a week since Fleurs de Noblesse had completed their last mission and purchased their force nest. Ray had thought that their new base, combined with his streak of totalling his mobile suit, was justification enough for the purchase of a new project. He had only given the DaeDAL two good runs and had more or less destroyed it both times. The use of the DaeDAL had mostly been his friend Amelia’s idea, he just put it all the pieces together. And while it was a solid machine, he needed something he could put through the ringer, evidently.
He fished out his new model from his bag and placed it on the scanner, his fingers tapping away at the controls excitedly as GBN booted up. In short order, Icarus had loaded in and made his way to the old oil rig where, standing on one of the offshoot platforms, the silver Leo Chevalier caught the rays of the sun and reflected its light off its gold filigree and highlighting. It certainly looked pretty for a grunt, and if he did his job right, it’d be just as sturdy as it was glitzy.
Icarus entered the tower and sat himself down on an uncomfortable looking bench. He pulled up his menu and began scrolling through the mission list as he waited for his teammates to arrive.
Wade had fallen to the ground of his cockpit, still seeing a flurry of white on each of his screens. The Diver had done missions, but nothing like this. The blast of chilly wind engulfed his little SD as more snow began to pile on top of the Gunpla. “I’d rather not get buried…” Wade thought, getting up the grasp the controls. The brown machine pushed itself forward with its hands, struggling to stay balanced while taking a barrage of bad weather. “Aker, Icarus!” He yelled out through his comms, wiping ice off the large eye section of the mobile suit. He'd lost the white ReZEL, but the Diver could very faintly still see Astray. That is until the blizzard quickly gave him no sense of direction, losing the unit in the process.
At this level, he could see hills of snowbanks all around him. “There’s gotta be some sort of base or mobile suit around here.” The Diver stated to the others while pulling his LMG out of the snow. Thankfully, the Diver's communications still worked, no matter what climate it was. “Do either of you have any recon or like, tracking devices or something?” Pulling up his menu, Wade put a generic compass on his left screen, minimizing it. The small model kit started walking in a direction that felt the least troublesome, an incline that led south. “I'm walking south, but who knows if that'll lead me to the mission." The Gunpla started shivering, holding its tiny arms together. "I’m up for any ideas honestly…” Wade wondered if this was a huge mistake after all.
Full name: Gabriel Winter
Aliases: Hunter, Aker (Akerhero13)
Faction: Zapp (indirectly), Fluers de Noblesse
Gabriel can be emotional if not brash. He values his past to the point of obsession, this has led him to do questionable things in GBN. Despite his volatile attitude he is capable of being incredibly loyal and sensitive to the situation. He often makes plans to help himself stay on task and to keep himself level headed, though reality often makes his plans go out the window. He finds it difficult to connect with other players, often taking awhile to fully come out of his shell. As he’s matured he’s become increasingly pragmatic in how he approaches things, but still struggles to come to terms with reality at times.
Strengths and weaknesses
Sentimental - Because Gabe is emotional, he can often make bad tactical decisions. If a particular mobile suit reminds him of something negative in his past, he’ll attack it headlong in rage. (Notable units are the GN-X, and Destiny Gundam)
Berserker- Gabriel is the textbook battle rager. His reactions sharpen significantly when he is fired up.
Resourceful – Gabriel has made a substantial amount of credits within GBN and has access to his own Force Nest. These resources allow him to buy extravagant items or obtain questionable material in the game.
Fear of the death – Gabriel has a fear and aversion to dying in GBN. This at times could be at odds with his teammates and objectives. This fear also translates into doing his best to avoid killing enemy NPDs. He greatly distastes pointless deaths in the game and isn’t afraid to oppose his teammates should they needlessly kill NPDs.
He is thinly built, clean cut, and average height. He takes good care of his body, working out regularly. Typically he wears a black poncho and mask, but he will adapt his wardrobe as needed.
Gabriel recalls having a healthy childhood with a loving family. He developed a curiosity in martial arts at a young age and is versed in Kung Fu as well as well as Haidong Gundo (Korean Swordsmanship). As he became a teenager his interest grew to include Gundam and he was consumed by all the possibilities it offered. As GBN became a phenomenon, Gabriel rode the waves of its success. He was never known for being an accomplished diver, and his Gunpla was never anything all that special. *
As he continued to enjoy the GBN community he developed a friendship and eventually a romance with another diver. She was initially timid and not confident her abilities, but as their friendship grew he lovingly dubbed her Meer due to her obsession with the Gundam Seed franchise (particularly Lacus). They both ended up joining a Force by the name of Seed Cosplay Coalition, a force focused on cosplay as well as Gunpla. Of course Gabriel was never big into costumes but would play along, often feeling like the third wheel in their group of friends.
His conflicting interests with Meer and SCC eventually began to sour their relationship along with them being coupled through a long distance relationship. Meer broke up with Gabriel, sending the young man into a spiral of despair. He drowned his anguish by applying himself to Gunpla and jumped at the chance to join the GBN Beta when he was giving an invitation. (This directly leads into the events of Gunpla Breaker, Heart Taker).
As he joined the GBN Beta he spent increasingly more and more time logged in, obsessed with becoming a better diver. Through a series of adventures and circumstances he grew in skill considerably to the point of even developing a reputation. He even was able to defeat Hashmal with the help of a diver named Dave and his Astaroth Smackdown (see Order of the Seven Stars). Despite his accomplishments he still couldn’t get the over his ex. His obsession eventually led to him joining forces with a mysterious figure who claimed to be affiliated with the Zapp corporation. This alliance lead to one of the more destructive hacking events the entire community had seen to date. Together Gabriel with the Zapp associate, raided a peaceful Gundam Seed gathering, the event would be infamously referred to as the “Second Bloody Valentine Massacre”.
The outcome of the event led to revelations that caused Gabriel to go into hiding in GBN. With the help of his Zapp associate he has since assumed a second identity known as Akerhero13 or simply Aker. He joined with Wade and Icarus to create a new force by the name Fluer De Noblesse (see Three Musketeers).
*there are additional details not entailed publicly
Possessions: Quantum Computer 8 – briefcase sized super computer that is capable of aiding operations within GBN, typically housed in the cockpit of his unit, and linked to his com channel.
Kills: Hashmal (mobile armor)
Role plays: Gunpla Breaker, Heart Taker ; Order of the Seven Stars; Three Musketeers
Coliseum battles: n/a
Gabriel was nervous, he wasn’t exactly wanting to return to the civilized part of GBN much less the public lobby. But his Zapp contact had insisted the boy return to the public areas to test out the digital identity mask they had created. It wasn’t a mask in the sense of the black mask he was wearing now, but rather a mask that hid his normal user ID which was under some heat by the administration at that moment. To anyone who looked up his digital ID he would (in theory) appear as “AkerHero13”. He scrunched his face as he looked at the name in his heads up display“is that supposed to be some sort of play on Graham Aker and Akihrio?” he mused aloud as he stood in the middle of the GBN lobby. That Zapp bastard had a sick sense of humor.
He looked at his display and soon found himself browsing the missions available. He couldn’t help himself. Of course the missions had a whole new meaning to him now but he just felt compelled to look. One mission caught his eye and he clicked to read the description “three musketeers…” he mumbled under his breath. His attention was cut short as a new Diver logged in right next to him. It occurred to him that he was still in the loading area and he moved out of the way reflexively. “Whoa sorry!” He said as the newcomer logged on. Because of his proximity his heads up display automatically scanned the Diver and he could see that they were a newbie.
The man standing next to him was pale skinned with blonde hair put into a ponytail, they seemed to be wearing a Seed Earth Alliance special forces space suit of some type, a fact that made Gabe cringe for a second for fear of being recognized himself. The outfit clashed with the black poncho and mask that he wore himself. Gabriel awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly, “hey there! Welcome to GBN! First time playing?” He asked cautiously. It just occurred to him that his new identity would likely display him as a new player as well.
Order of the Seven Stars
Gjallarhorn is the savior that pulled the world out of the brink during the calamity wars. They fought and nearly exterminated the menace of mobile armors from known existence. Mobile armors were soulless death machines which brought humanity to its’ knees during the calamity wars. Hero’s who vanquished these mighty foes were rewarded the highest honor within Gjallarhorn, the Order of the Seven Stars. Do you have what takes to echo the achievements of these heroic titans?
Gabriel looked at the description with a scowl on his face. Ever since his meeting with the mystery sniper he had been in a bad mood. He didn’t feel like playing into their hands, on the other hand he was missing the rush of combat. He needed to do something legit, to feel validated again, to feel worthy of Ardent Exia.
While some missions could be described as hard or challenging, others were in a class of their own, downright suicidal even. Of course there was a rendition of this mission on the old GBN, but this new one, well he hadn’t heard good things about it. Supposedly no one had beaten the challenge yet. For Gabriel’s mood, It was right up his alley.
The diver selected the join button and he as put in a que to see if anyone else would be up for the task. As he waited, he checked over his armaments. True Exia was largely armed with beam weaponry, so he took the precaution to load up two extra GN blades the normal Exia would carry in 7 swords mode. It would make him more bulky but the trade off should be worth the risk.
He was so lost in his thoughts, that Gabriel almost didn’t realize the mission had started. “Crap.” He chided himself, “I didn’t even see who I’m teamed up with!” The scene before him was carnage incarnate. Ardent Exia stood in the abandoned streets of a huge city. Tall buildings cut up the terrain into grids, with gray skies threatening to rain at any moment. If it wasn’t for the radio chatter (which he was ignoring) the whole scene would have been eerily quiet. Unidentifiable mobile suit remains were scattered in the streets like body parts from a slasher film, with thick oil seeping from their limbs like blood.
A flash of lightning made Gabriel jerk in surprise but as he turned to look at the source his eyes grew in alarm. In the distance an area of mountains bordered the city, and on the rim of one of the mountains was the great beast Hashmal. The bird like mecha tilted its’s head up to screech out a roar, and despite its great distance the pink lightning of a beam blast, blindly glanced into the city. Buildings erupted into gray dust and tumbled down, creating a thick fog like smoke, hiding the terrifying beast from sight.
Gabriel gripped his controls tighter as uneasiness grew over him. “What did I sign up for…” he muttered to himself. Movement caused him to look to his side and see a friendly mobile suit. “Oh thank goodness!” He sighed as he turned his comm on to hail the friendly. Before he could even say hello a black dog like creature pounced into the mobile suit, followed by another, then another. The swarm of Plumas crashes into the mech drowning it with attacks. The friendly pilot screamed out in terror begging for help. Gabriel yelled out, though he didn’t know if it was from fear or rage, and charged in towards the pile. He slashed out with his GN sword to start bashing away the smaller drones. “Crap! We can’t be a man down already!” Even as he swiped his blade through the little mecha, he knew he was too late. He got a handful of them with his sword but more and more kept coming. “If I stay here they’ll over take me too…” he reluctantly fired his thrusters to take flight and hovered away from the plumas as they proceeded to tear their fresh kill apart, greedily “chewing” the limbs of the mech and draining its’ fluids.
One thing became clear to Gabriel as he retreated, “this isn’t going to be easy…” he darted between buildings looking for more allies. “Anyone out there? We lost an ally already!” He called out frantically. Fear was settling over him and he didn’t like the feeling.
“I’m breaking up with you.”
Gabe caught his breath at that sentence and did pause to turn and look at Meer. “Wha- what do you mean babe?” Even as he spoke the words he felt their strength waver at the truth that was beginning to form in front of him. She was cute, maybe too cute for the likes of him. She always took the effort to do her makeup and look phenomenal as soon as she stepped out the door. To top it off she looked like a casual version of her name sake with pink hair and gold hair pin. Was she out of his league? He never considered it before but as her statement hung in the air suddenly all the unsung insecurities began to crop up.
She rocked her hips, her left hand resting easily on her body as she looked up at the sky. Her blue eyes seemingly searching for an answer to his confusion. “Listen Gabe… I’ve been going out to parties the last few weeks without you…”
“So you’ve been cheating on me?” Gabe hacked the words out in disbelief. The girl grimaced and bit her lip while slowly shaking her head. “Gabe no… I just… I’ve been just going out without you… nothing more…” the tone she had did little to comfort Gabe and he wrinkled his face in growing anger. “So that’s it you just want to ditch me?” He shook with contained rage but still looked around helplessly as the beautiful girl gave him a sad look, “look I didn’t come to this decision easily… I just need to be able do chase my dreams Gabe and I can’t do that with you…” he voice faded away as Gabriel Winter spun on his heel to storm away.
A few days later
Gabe remained hunched over his desk in his dimly lit room. An orange hue attempted to breach his room from his window shades but was drowned out by the fluorescent light above his work station. He hadn’t left his room besides going to work since his break up with Meer. For the last few days he ran through all the scenarios in his head as to why she’d want to leave him. They had been together for over a year and not until recently did he feel any animosity from her. His mind wandered to them first logging into GBN and it dawned on him that maybe that was the beginning of it all.
Meer was a cosplayer and a good one at that, but she was fiercely self conscious and had a hard time making friends because of it. Meer wasn’t even her real name but the alias she chose to be called by to associate herself more with her hobby. Gabe was always the one pushing her to reach out of her comfort zone, to meet new people. GBN was the happy medium for them both; he could build Gunpla for them, while she could try different costumes and plan out outfits for the real world while actually making friends. It felt good at first, a win win situation.
As Gabriel mulled over his thoughts he trimmed and filed the gauntlet for his latest Gunpla. The blue plastic was becoming discolored from his attention but it would hardly matter once he painted the whole kit. In a fit of rage he took apart all the Gunpla on his shelves when he got home that night they broke up. He was ashamed that he actually broke a lot of the kits when he flung them off the shelf. At the moment he wasn’t sure that he wanted anything to do with GBN, all he did know was building something aloud him to not be so angry, it let him direct his focus from his sorrows. It was as if he took all the anger he had at the world and was condensing it into the single kit in front of him.
He was a mediocre builder at best. He never won any awards before and was always afraid to make the extra commitment of scribing, paint and panel lining; the sort of thing she would add to the kits he gave her after he built them. This time was different, he was possessed to make the best kit he possibly could. Even if she never saw it, he would have the satisfaction of having something so pristine that she would not.
When they dated he was always afraid to take risks, whether it was in building his Gunpla, or not doing particular missions. “No more…” he muttered to himself as Ash Liked Snow played in the background, “no, more hesitation… I have to reform myself… my Gundam…”
A few days later
The indicator for his email inbox showed the vast number of missed messages, something he had neglected to pay attention to the last couple of weeks, he simply wasn’t in the mood. Now he decided was the best time to finally drudge through the messages, most of it being spam. A few notes did catch his eye and give him pause. The first was from a mutual friend him and Meer had on GBN, a woman by the pseudo name Stella. She had apparently asked him to join a Force in the game. His initial reaction was one of hope, maybe Meer was trying to get him back in her life? To rekindle their relationship? But his face immediately soured the next message down where Stella retracted the earlier offer, saying that she didn’t want things to get awkward with Stella already on the team.
He sighed, but that eventually turned into a sob at his own predicament. He wasn’t just loosing her but all his friends it would seem. Through tear filled eyes he read through the next few GBN messages, all varying between apologies and other sad things he didn’t want to bother with. He was about to close his messages when a notice from GBN itself popped up just then. Curiosity caused him to open it immediately, he was surprised to see it was an invitation for a private beta of the new version of GBN. Apparently he was chosen by lottery to test in and partake in the new version. It offered exclusive rewards, but more importantly to Gabriel, it offered a blank slate, a fresh start. One of the features the invitation offered was the chance to replace you’re user tag and avatar for free. With tears still slipping down his face he responded that he would be taking the opportunity. As the message went into the digital nether he gazed around his room to the Gunpla standing defiantly in the middle of his desk, maybe 80% complete, ready for final details and paint. Wiping away the tears he stood up to resume his work.
A week later
PLEASE ENTER USERNAME:
Gabriel gawked at the display and the flicker of where his new title would show up. His fingers remained frozen over the keyboard as he swam through his thoughts. With a fresh start there would be virgin usernames out there with little chance of redundancy, but still it begged the question of what he should call himself. He wasn’t in a social mood still, and he wasn’t even sure what he was really doing on GBN all alone. Scratching the stubble on his chin he kept staring at the otherwise boring screen. “I suppose I’m looking for something…” he finally said out loud, his own voice startling him. Slowly his fingers chipped away a new identity. Next a wardrobe menu popped up and he scrolled through the options to pick out something to hide behind. He was never audacious enough to pick an avatar too unlike himself and he hated when Meer would as him to be a character to match hers. He stayed away from the generic Chars of the options and instead chose a black cloak like pancho and a matching mask. He did change his hair color from his typical black to brown and cleaned his face to be clean shaven. Finally he loaded up the new information and was satisfied to see it accepted. All that remained was...
“Please scan your Gunpla.”
He reached out hesitantly and grabbed the white and red mobile suit he had so diligently been working on over the last month or so. He traced the features with his fingers and was suddenly apprehensive about using the model. Once he placed it down it would become alive. Part of him would grow to be beyond just a hunk of plastic, and his declaration towards his ex would be made reality.
“Please scan your Gunpla.” The mechanical voice repeated. Gripping the Gunpla a little harder he grimaced and placed the model in the scanner. With a scowl watch on his face he logged into GBN, to hunt for something he didn’t quite understand just yet.
((Big shout out to Frosty for starting the side story trend, not to mention for his help with the yet to be revealed Gunpla! I thought it would be fun to do a new (if not slightly used) character. I’ll be adding more soon!))
Year 20XX. People around the world have taken to building and customizing their very own Gunpla (Gundam Plastic Models) as the world's #1 hobby. In Gunpla Battle Nexus Online, a Virtual Reality MMORPG which is often touted as ''the next-generation hobby attraction'', users from all around the world turn into Mobile Suit pilots (also known as Divers) by scanning their Gunpla and uploading their data to the game, allowing them to pilot their dream machine.
As if the content added by the game's administrators wasn't enough, they notice a wealth of very well made custom campaigns, individual missions and machines, made by experienced Divers with a knack for making their own original content. To acknowledge the newly formed modding community, they prepare Update 1.8, also known as the Community Update, where popular stages and campaigns can be submitted for the administrators' Endorsement, bestowing upon them the ability of giving clear rewards to the Divers who complete them, and where popular Gunpla builds can now be encountered as rare NPDs (Non-Player Divers), with either the personality of their Creator, or that of an existing Gundam character...
However, despite being nearly complete, Update 1.8 hasn't been actually released to the public, and is now on one of the final stages: playtesting and polishing. This is the story of a group of beta testers from all over the country, which team up to tackle one of the most ambitious campaigns bundled with the update...
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Cast and Posting Order
Replicator as Game Master, Lieutenant Aida, Re-Configurable NPD, NPDs
Roromi as Creed
FrostyFoster as Kyle, Char Aznaharo
ShirokuHakudo as Shin
I'mAnnoyingHer as Carter Lee
MM007 as Hikaru, Nana, Ellen
Rabiddy as Risu
(Sign-ups have closed for now. If the need arises, they shall open again. Contact Game Master via Discord when that happens.)
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To help everyone understand the machines each other made, and to establish what they can and cannot do, players MUST reply to this post with their own sheet to play. One sheet will be made per machine. For making sheets for new machines or upgrades to previous Gunpla, edit your original post and add the new sheet under that of your previous machine.
IMPORTANT: Players can give their Gunpla a secret system of any kind, but they must add "REDACTED" in all-caps under "Special Abilities/Features", and run their idea by the Game Master for approval.
[Diver]'s Gunpla Collection
#1 - [Unit Name]
[Images, if any]
Operator (Diver Name):
Detail the parts and modifications used by your mech by the following sections. Please remember that each perk will have a draw back for each bonus it offers. The examples given are merely examples and anything not listed may be added so long as it can be rationalized. If another player has already added a non-listed element you want to use, try to use that same rationalization for said element rather than making your own.
Structural Defense: i.e
Phase Shift Armor - exceptional resistance to physical damage, at the cost of power consumption per hit.
Gundanium Alloy - well balanced endurance, at the cost of weighing down the unit.
Nano Filament/Anti-Beam Coating - exceptional resistance to beam weaponry at the cost of being frail to physical damage.
Conventional Materials - offers lighter armor weight for greater mobility, with no added benefit.
Special System: i.e.
ZERO System - offers exceptional target acquisition at the cost of zoning out the rest of the battlefield.
Funnel System - offers a devastating attack system at the cost of being burdensome.
Trans-Am - offers exceptional mobility at the cost of high power consumption.
Melee Weapons: i.e.
Beam Saber - standard mobile suit weapon, offers exceptional cutting power at the cost of power consumption; small enough for multiple housings on the unit.
Anti-Ship Sword/GN Sword - a cumbersome and slow weapon with exceptional cutting power, likely only one on the unit.
Heat Rod - a whip-type weapon that heats up to deal damage, likely only one on the unit. Greater reach than most melee weapons, bordering on ranged, but less precise and damaging than heat sabers and hawks.
Projectile Weapons: i.e.
Beam Rifle - Can deal high energy damage at the cost of power consumption and rate of fire.
Machine Gun - can deal physical damage with limited ammo capacity but high rate of fire.
Bazooka - can deal high damage at the expense of very limited ammo.
Buster Rifle - high energy weapon with high power draw and limited shots; can deal massive damage.
Physical Shield - reliable and heavy.
Energy Shield - light weight but draws energy to function.
Missile Shield - weaponised shield with limited ammunition and low protective value.
Power System: i.e.
Battery Pack - offers a light weight power solution for greater mobility but limited supply.
Nuclear Plant - offers unparalleled power at the cost of expense and environmental danger if damaged.
Solar Furnace - offers exceptional energy and propulsion (including Trans-Am) at the cost of being proprietary (limits backpack options) and expensive.
Special Abilities/Features: i.e. transformable, SD, secret, etc.
Universal Century 0085. It had been a year and a half since Ryder had joined the Titans, and things had changed for the newly promoted Lieutenant. No longer was he apart of a platoon. He belonged to the Pursuers, a special force within the Titans, and they were at the top of their class. The 8 Mobile Suit pilots apart of this squadron were all assigned to the Alexandria-class ship, the Excalibur. Ryder currently floated around in the hangar of this ship, waiting for it to dock into Konpei Island. Their next assignment was being kept from them, something the Lieutenant didn't enjoy. It never gave him enough time to prepare, but it did give him the extra challenge. However, Ryder already had enough of a challenge, considering he had an outdated mobile suit.
Most members of the team used the Hizack, one of the newer mobile suits, but Ryder was stubborn. He opted to stick with his GM Sniper II, along with another squad-mate, Gabriel. The Ensign loved his GM Quel, which made him an obvious choice to be Ryder's spotter on missions. The Titan watched as one of the Hizacks was being dismantled for spare parts. "It's sad to see her go." said a booming voice behind him. Ryder turned to see the Commander of the Pursuers. "But it's not every day you get to try a new mobile suit, huh?" Ryder smirked as he heard that comment. He knew the commander wished he would use something better, but time and time again, Ryder would refuse. "Well, I hope it works well, Dustin." He responded to the scarred individual. Suddenly, he heard the ship start to connect to the large space station. "That's our cue." said Dustin. "I'll meet you inside Solo- I mean Konpei Island, in room R17." He floated toward a nearby opening as Ryder watched. Every time he saw him, he was reminded of the mistake he made. That Gelgoog Marine haunted him...
Ryder zipped up his uniform and followed suit, but he knew he couldn't catch up. Dustin worked a million miles a minute as a commander and wanted to make sure everything would be ready for their meeting. He looked and saw his teammate. "Gabe!" he yelled out.
It was December 8th, 0083. After the events of the Delaz Conflict, an elite force was created by the Earth Federation just a few days prior. They were called the Titans, a unit specifically meant for hunting down any Zeon Remnants on or around the planet. Many members of the Federation joined, including a mobile suit pilot named Ryder Sarka. He had joined the year prior, starting out in a standard GM. Over time, other teammates noticed his skills as a sniper, so he was assigned to use a GM Sniper II. When the Titans were announced, Ryder didn’t hesitate to join. He hated the Zeon with a passion, and this was a way for him to finally get revenge…
The black-haired Ensign walked through the corridors of Jaburo with many other new recruits, noticing many of their transport ships launching from its large runway. Members of the Titans were beginning to be sent out on missions, with most of them going up to space. His assignment was different though. The new Titan didn’t know much, only that the team he’d be a part of would be going to South Africa. Ryder had mostly stayed in South America over the past year, so it was a nice change of pace for the Ensign.
“Where the heck is the Stark?” He thought to himself as he glanced at many of the Medea transports. Eventually, he saw the big black letters spelling it out on the side of a ship and walked toward the opening in the rear. He noticed that not many were joining him. “Maybe a special assignment?” He thought. Two women were inside the large aircraft with a cart of new black clothes. “Name please?” One of the ladies asked. “Ryder Sarka.” Her eyes widened. “Oh! You’re one of the pilots! Take this and go join the others, once you’ve changed in the barracks.” She handed him a uniform wrapped in plastic.
The inside of the ship was smaller then he’d thought. Ryder felt cramped as he walked up the stairs to his room. There was a single bunk bed in the room, meaning he would have to share with someone else. Placing his jacket and other items on the bottom bed, he quickly changed into the new uniform. The design looked sleek, but he wished he could wear his brother’s old jacket instead.
The door creaked open. A younger man with short brown hair walked inside. “My roommate.” Ryder held out his hand to the fellow Titan. “Hi. I’m Ryder Sarka.”
The black screen blinked to life and begun an insistent beep. Alyssa Arano looked up from the book she had buried her head in for the past few hours. She left orders not to be disturbed. Reading to orchestral music provided a brief respite that the piercing ringtone shattered. Alyssa briefly contemplated if she should allow the incoming call to interrupt her rest.
Recent events were exhausting. The loss of her leader and childhood companion affected not just her work but also shook her personally. The Zeon leadership was quick to shove her into the vacuum created by the death of Haman Karn. Alyssa had been groomed for this all her life, yet she never felt ready, not even now. Yet she had to be strong for Neo Zeon to succeed in reclaiming their birthright. They prepared for this for years. The hardships suffered by her people would soon be over once they moved back to Side 3.
The incessant beep broke through her thoughts. Alyssa sighed and closed the book in front of her. She brushed her hair out of her face and checked her appearance vaguely through the reflection of the console screen. Satisfied, she pressed the answer button. The face of her assistant appeared on the screen. He did not appear pleased to be tasked with relaying the message to her, she knew at first glance. Alyssa knew Lieutenant Alexander Mori well enough to sense his discomfort even through the screen. She wondered what bothered him so much, he usually kept a better composure. Alex saluted at the sight of the Zeon Regent. “M’Lady, we have reports that a salvage team scoured the wreckage zone before our recovery team arrived. I’m ashamed—“
“It happens.” Alex did not have to mention Haman’s name. He understood her pain, and she thanked him silently for that. “I trust you’ve dispatched a team to track down the salvagers.”
“Yes, M’Lady. Reports indicate that they are heading for the Moon.” Alyssa expected no less from her assistant. “I will look into this myself, Alex.”
“But, M’Lady—“ Alyssa cut off his protest with a raised hand. He knew she would take over the search personally. That explained his reluctance to make the call. It meant he understood her reasons too, as much as he disliked it. “You know I have to do this, Alex. The fleet will continue on course as planned. The delegation must reach Side 3. Patch the Vice Admiral through.”
“Yes, M’Lady.” There was a brief pause before Vice Admiral Darius Solomon appeared on the screen in a second video link beside Alexander. The Lieutenant saluted his superior while the Vice Admiral saluted the Regent. “Good evening, Lady Alyssa.”
“Vice Admiral,” Alyssa nodded in acknowledgement. “Alex, please.”
Her assistant proceeded to fill Solomon in on the intelligence report. The middle-aged veteran listened quietly. When Alexander finished, Solomon finally spoke, “Do you wish to take matters into your own hands, Lady Alyssa?”
“I leave the Doyenne in your command, Darius. I will leave at once on the Repentance. If all goes well, we will rendezvous with the fleet at Side 3.”
“I’m against this, Alyssa. I should have been firm with Lady Haman and stopped her from going out into combat against enemy ace pilots. With all due respect, it’s too soon to let the new Regent to be off chasing after a rabbit trail.” Solomon was a father-like figure for both Haman and Alyssa. He was a close and old friend of Maharaja Karn, Haman’s father and Alyssa’s guardian.
Alyssa pursed her lip in annoyance. She expected resistance and understood their reasons, but she was going regardless of their opinions and feelings. They stopped her from joining the recovery team and the search parties after the battle. There was no stopping her this time. “The Repentance can handle whatever surprises we encounter. I’ll also be bringing the Black Tri Stars along as escorts. Don’t worry, Darius. You can help me by bringing the delegates to Side 3 and protect Princess Mineva.”
Solomon sighed and said, “You and Haman are too alike. There is not stopping you once your mind is made up. There’s so much of Maharaja in the two of you. I promised him I would take care of you both. I have failed him once and I don’t want to fail him again.”
“I’m not going up against enemy ace pilots in a battle. We are intercepting a group of civilian salvagers. We will outgun them.” Alyssa noticed Solomon’s expression softening slightly. She recognised that look since young when he finally gave in to their pestering him for candy. “Besides, Haman would have done the same for me if our roles were reversed.”