Full nameGabriel Choji Winter
Time may have froze but Aker didn’t flinch, didn’t ease his tense grip on the controls of the Noblesse. He hated the filthy zeke, oh how he hated this particular opponent. “Listen here you pathetic spacenoid. This is far from over… I’ll be coming for you.” He unceremoniously cut the transmission and sat in his cockpit stewing over his lack of performance. “This is what happens when I pull my punches…” Aker mused softy to himself. It didn’t even dawn on him that his team had won, so focused on the match he was.
The EL diver’s reverie was dispelled when he found himself standing on a victory podium next to Icarus. It was hard to maintain a scowl with the cheering crowd around the duo. “What just happened?” Aker muttered to Icarus as he sheepish raised his hand to wave at the people cheering for them. “Where’s the boss?” He hissed near his teammate as soon as he realized that Wade wasn’t anywhere to be seen. It was hard to concentrate with Sneaker pandering to the crowd and the thunderous echo from the stands. Evidently this had been quite the upset for the match, and the crowd was showing their admiration for the underdog team. All for a performance that was only mediocre, Aker thought. I wonder how the other guys did? He wondered as he kept waving while looking for a way to get out of the situation and find Wade.
Aker was seeing red by the time his blade sank into the arm of the snake unit. Any satisfaction Aker got from the strike was short lived as the snake man lunged for him, wrapping an arm around Aker’s mobile suit. Sepp then revealed fangs on the Zeke mobile suit. Growling, Aker turned his head to shoot his head Vulcans at the presented fangs, letting the beams pelt the unit from point blank.
“You know you’re starting to annoy me.” Aker growled coldly as he tried to jerk free from the snake man, trying to keep out of reach from the sharp maw of Sepp. Just then the glow of his Trans Am abruptly stopped, Aker intentionally cutting the power knowing it wouldn’t do him any good in this predicament. As the red glow stopped, parts fell off his shield, flying off like pieces of debris from the intense Trans am. The Noblesse then stopped squirming and firing its’ vulcans altogether, looking like it had given up, Sepp’s fangs coming in fast as the resistance was given up.
“Sword bits…” the words were calmly spoken, almost uttered like a prayer. The phrase was then answered as flying bits came careening in towards the two entwined units, their sharpened blades aiming solely for the Jagd Doga. “Your fangs are nice but I think might be nicer!” Aker teased as he tried to kick away from Sepp.
As Aker wound up for his attack agaisnt Blaze something stood out to him. It wasn’t obvious at first and he had other matters at hand. As he finished his swing at Blaze, the dragon mech spat more flames at the Noblesse Gundam which, to the spectators, it almost looked like a knight fighting a mythical beast. Flames splattered on the shield as Aker brought it up to absorb the attack, which diverted his attention from Blaze’s retreat.
Just as Aker got in position to defend against the flames is when it dawned on him what was wrong. There was a path cutting through the growing flames around the grass and plants, leading towards himself. With the TransAm already fired up for his previous attack his only recourse seemed to present itself as the dangerous Sepp fired dual shotgun blasts at Aker. The shot spread hit right into the glowing red Noblesse seemingly hitting solidly, except the image of the Noblesse dissipated just as the projectiles hit.
“I know snakes have small brains but that was too predictable!” Aker quipped as the Noblesse reappeared just above Sepp’s machine. Aker quantized his Gundam to avoid the enemy attack and get in position for a counter. The Noblese came slicing down, GN blade aiming for the outstretched arms holding the shotguns. Aker hoped that he would get enough of a slip to disarm the snake man before Sepp could properly catch on to what happened.
Blaze’s taunt made Aker furrow his brow in concern as a wall of flames came at him. It was enough to make him backstep enough to let the Wyvran stretch out and begin flying like a real fantastic beast. Part of him had to marvel at her ingenuity, but this fight was already taking longer than he wanted.
Blaze’s voice called out, “Now the battle really begins!”
“You don’t get it do you?” Aker calmly retorted. His blade was still reaching out just under where the Wyvran had ascended. Slowly red particles began to dance around the Noblese as Aker calmly studied the flying opponent. “You’re just the warm up act…” the beam blade activated, coating and enlarging the GN blade to almost twice the size. “Raiser!” Aker roared out as the beam blade shot out much like beam blast, the pink beam missing just beneath the Wyvran. “I’ll cut you right out of the sky!”
With Trans Am fully activated the Noblese shifted its’ stance to twist its’ torso towards the direction the Wyvran was facing. Growling, Aker swung the enormous beam blade in after towards the dragon mecha. The full power of the trans am sent leaves, flames, and debris flying away from the nexus that was the Noblese Gundam. “Nothing will get in the way of helping my friends!” Aker yelled out defiantly.
As soon as blaze put her blades away Aker knew it was time to act. The Noblese sprung towards the leaping Wyvran. Each step thudded down as if in slow motion, and each stride seemed to slowly pick up momentum. The Noblese wasn’t a glass cannon like his other suits, he in fact had the machine weighed down with Gundanium Alloy. It was the entire reason he was keeping the GN drives reved up so so the powerful engines could propel the suit easier.
The Noblese ducked in as the bullets started to fly in but he knew his luck wouldn’t last that long as the two guns began to trace in towards him. Noblese was soon just in front of the Wyvran just as the bullets closed in on him. Tic for tac, he mused as he jumped straight into the bullets. All the while his GN blade led the charge foreward. The bullets began to pepper his suit and smoke began to bleed off the damage that he burst the Noblese to Trans am if just for a brief moment. His suit rattled but absorbed the damage as the tough armor took the abuse. The cloud of smoke puffed just as the Noblese jerked foreward to drive the blade at the underside of the Wyvran. “Indeed looks aren’t everything Blaze.” Aker mused as he drove in for a quick strike.
“We’ll see just who the meatbag is…” Aker muttered as he got inside the cockpit of the Noblesse. “Is there a plan boss?” Aker asked out loud as he strapped himself in his seat. The images in his cockpit shimmered as the match started and he found his gunpla near the edge of a forest clearing. “Guess we might just be winging it?” he said to himself. Things had a placid appearance for just a moment and Aker marveled at the details the forest exhibited.
The Psudo EL Diver’s thoughts were interrupted as he got a warning about an incoming enemy. He didn’t immediately react as the strange looking machine charged headlong into the forest clearing between them both. “Wyvran…” he muttered as he hesitantly moved to meet the charge. The strange machine came at him and he brought his GN blade up to fend off the would be attacker. GN particles sprayed out from the Noblesse as he hovered around the Wyvran blades locked together. It was moments like this that Aker was glad he was fighting a machine and not hand to hand since the visage of the girl pilot was replaced with something far more menacing. Still he didn’t like the visage of this particular opponent, it reminded him far too much of a GNX. His ex used a GNX.
“I hate GNX’s… he prompted out loud as he lifted a leg up to kick his opponent away. Aker’s movements had been measured so far, nothing reckless or brash. The GN sword pointed directly at the girl’s strange suit, blade horizontal. He would typically charge in wildly but the uneasy feeling kept him restrained for the moment, there was a lot of unknown variables at that moment and he didn’t want to go all out, only to regret it later. He reved the GN drives, released particles in all directions and blowing the grass and trees away from the Noblesse. His machine remained firm footed however, poised for a strike or retaliation. Aker cleared his throat then prompted out loud, “So what’s you gimmick? Why are you here fighting?” Even as he asked the question he was studying his opponent, the quicker he could end this fight the sooner he could balance things in Fleur’s de Noblesse’s favor. One good strike is all I need… His eyes roamed the Wyvran carefully, one small detail could make all the difference in an opening or weakness.
Aker kept his stare at the snake man, committing to his dig at the Zeon team. He fought the urge to follow everyone’s gaze up to the other team approaching l, and kept the cocky grin on his face as he didn’t look away. He didn’t have to wait long for the newcomers to show up to get a look at the new divers. Wade gave him and Icarus a brief background on the new team. Aker may have been as experienced as any other diver there but his knowledge on these two teams was limited at best, so he appreciated the information Wade was sharing.
Of course Aker wished his attention would have been instantly drawn to the hulking metal robot that was trying to pass as a diver and not an automaton, but he couldn’t help himself from looking at the orange haired vixen. She flashed Wade a smile, and the notion made Aker jealous for just a second. He chuckled as he caught his obsurd train of thought and shook his head. The robot man the approached and made some outrageous claim about ‘destroying them all’. Aker couldn’t help but speak up for his boss’ sake, “hey!” He paused making sure he had everyone’s attention, “the Zeon team is right there… it’s not nice to talk about them like that.” He gestured with his hand towards the snake man specifically. “I thought there was rules against using NPDs or robots for teammates?” He quipped as he nudged Wade’s shoulder as if to egg the leader on. Of course Aker had to wonder how these divers would react if they knew the truth about him? Would that give them any pause from fighting him?
The truth of the matter was he hated talking shit as much as he hated seeing it being done, but Aker knew that sometimes you had to act the role even if you didn’t believe it yourself. By now he knew Wade well enough too, to know that something wasn’t adding up quite right. Wade had no way of knowing that Aker had been alive prior to this little competition, and as ambitious as Wade was willing to be; this kind of attention, this type of situation, it didn’t feel right. Aker may not be able to figure out what was wrong at that moment, but he could be strong for the sake of Fleurs de Noblesse both in name and practice.
Aker’s grin did grow bigger at the sight of Icarus and his new machine. He was so entranced looking at everyone’s new machine that he almost missed Icaru’s comment towards him. “It’s good seeing you too buddy! Both of you… and you better believe I’m ready. I’m itching for some action. Nothing to hold me back this time!”
There was a confidence in his voice that might have been almost alien to his comrades. And in truth Aker hadn’t felt this good in quite awhile. Aker’s contemplation was interrupted by sneaker announcing their group. It was only then that Aker realized that there was a crowd. His jaw hung slack as he saw all the people watching them. Watching. A cocky grin spread on his face at that time then. There was an undeniable thrill that he felt at that moment. One that reminded him vividly of the Second Bloody Valentine Massacre that he facilitated. For weeks after he watched the highlights of that battle, now all these strangers would learn not to underestimate him again.
The erupting applause for the enemy team did nothing to phase Aker. He calmly looked to regard the other divers and didn’t flinch in the slightest. Noting the trio approaching Wade, Aker realized the least he could do was provide a physical presence for his boss at that moment. As he got closer he heard the oddly familiar looking snake man begin to taunt. Aker merely shook his head at the banter. He could help but feel like he’d seen this trio before but he couldn’t quite place it.
It was then he surprised himself; first by talking, then by what he said and how he said it., “Good onya the snake can talk! And here I was worried it couldn’t pilot a mobile suit? Suppose it wouldn’t be the oddest thing the zekes ever did?” The dig was superficial at best but he found himself fully believing the words. There almost felt like there was something deep down about the zeon team that really was bothering him, Aker just couldn’t figure out why. He flashed them a toothy grin but kept his visor closed, hardly caring if they took his bait or not. In a few moments their actions would speak louder than words, but maybe he could get in their heads a little before hand?
He couldn’t believe it, he knew it would happen and he still couldn’t fathom what was going on. Aker stood in the lobby of GBN, successfully logged in and looking rather foolish as he flexed his left arm while grinning like an idiot. Clenching his fist he held it in front of him, “that’s more like it! I’ll definitely take better care this time around!” His contemplation was interrupted as he got a message from Wade.
At first Aker was startled, thinking that maybe the Fleurs leader had been looking for him all this time. “How long have I been gone?” Aker mumbled to himself as he went for a quiet corner of the lobby to see the note. Aker’s eyes went wide as he read the details, “he did what?” The EL diver was already shaking his head as he closed the note and searched for the option to reach his leader. “Boy is he lucky I just got back on!” He crowed as he clicked the option to “join”.
Gripping his controls tightly, Aker grinned excitedly. He was glad to simply be existing, “what better reason do I need to beat up some divers today?” His eyes shifted over the cockpit, he had a panoramic set up now, a big upgrade from his former Seed affair. “And in this no less!” He added for his own benefit. He wasn’t one to be overly proud of anything but he felt genuinely proud of his latest Gunpla creation. “A machine to embody my… no our ideals as a team…” finally the catapult designated his turn to launch. “This is Aker! Gundam Noblesse! Let’s do this!”
The Gundam shot out of the tunnel like a rocket, the sheer speed impressing Aker as he grinned knowingly. The Noblesse reminded Aker ironically of Trieze with the oversized shield to one side much like a cape, and the sword prominently displayed on the opposite hand, an image of a noble officer. On the weapon arm was an additional detail that he managed to work in, an emblem which he fancied as appropriate for his team. “This twin drive is something else!” He mused as he got his bearing with the controls and looked around for his friends.
At first he didn’t recognize Wade and his new machine but then Aker noticed the familiar tag and smiled. He flew by the Nu Gundam Origin and slowed to a hover before landing directly in front of Wade. Dust fluttered around from his landing and he popped open his hatch to step out onto the hand of the Noblesse. Standing defiantly, Aker crossed his arms over his Fleurs de Noblesse space suit and called out, “Did you ask for backup boss?” A wide grin crossed Aker’s face as he looked at his friend.
((thanks to Frosty for the help with the picture!))
A few days later
Gabriel groaned as he rolled in a familiar bed. His head throbbed, and the sensation didn’t feel any better from his stirring. He slowly rose, sitting up straight and squinting as he spied the rays of the sun peaking into his room from his window. He spied the landscape outside the window, a city skyline resembling Tokyo and the sleepy suburbs of his apartment. In one corner was a terminal used to log into GBN, on an opposite wall was a well sorted out desk with gunpla and other various building materials.
“My apartment…” he mumbled as he planted his feet before his eyes shot opened wide. “What?” He jerked around to look out the window next to his bed, the motion making him hold his head in pain. “But this place…”he looked out the window for along while, the sun finally dipping behind the horizon and the city becoming alive with twinkling lights. He finally stood up and looked around, his room was tidy, almost like a housekeeper had been through the place. Cautiously he paced the studio apartment until he came to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
The face looking back at him was gruff, if not worn out. He fumbled the medicine cabinet to pull out some medicine and swallowed a pair of pills for his headache. Again he stared at the mirror for a long moment, waiting for the pain killers to kick in. A rapping at the door stole his compilation and he turned on his bare heels to regard the door to the outside. Gabriel was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt, hardly presentable. He shook the notion out of his head and slowly approached the door as it was knocked yet again. Slowly he pried open the door to see who it was.
A middle aged man stood in a suit, his beard well kept along with his short cropped hair. Gabriel didn’t immediately recognize the man but could sense something familiar about the person. “H..Hello?” He asked as he slowly swung the door open. The man offered a weak smile in response and nodded, “oh good! I’m glad to see you up and about. I was worried about you kid! Can I come in?” The man motioned to the inside of the apartment and Gabriel squinted at the man a moment before slowly standing to the side to let the man in. “I’ll cut to the point Gabriel, I don’t have much time to visit you like this.” The man stood near the kitchen area putting his hands on his hips as he studied the place. Finally the man looked directly at Gabriel as the door was closed. “Who are you?” Gabriel cut in as he slowly approached the businessman.
“Don’t tell me that log out messed with your head that much?” The man stated more than asked as he shook his head and took a deep breath, “I’m the man whose been looking after you Gabe, I know I showed you my face just once at that orbital elevator but I kinda expected a better memory from a Pseudo EL Diver.” The man was reaching up to stroke his beard as he regarded Gabriel. The expression Gabriel was giving the man spoke volumes and the man continued, “I’m your Zapp contact Gabe, my name is Marco Creed. The reason why you might be confused about being here is because you haven’t logged out in a very long time, at least not since you figured out the truth about yourself.” The man walked around and reach out to touch the walls of the studio, looking impressed by the simple wall. “This place is essentially a Zapp server dedicated entirely to you.”
Gabriel slowly began to follow along with what Creed was telling him and alarm grew over him, “But I was shot down! And what do you mean by Pseudo EL Diver?”
The man nodded his agreement, “indeed you were shot… err rather stabbed, and not by any lack of performance let me assure you. However we saw this coming and built in a split second auto log out for you. We couldn’t risk you buying the farm due to any…” Marco lifted his hands up as if juggling for the right word, “instabilities you might exhibit.” The man’s face grew serious and he nodded his head more so to himself as he considered how to answer they next question. “As you’re aware EL divers are a natural phenomenon within GBN. You however are not that. After the rise of EL divers Zapp took an interests in them and we worked diligently to produce… you. A Pseudo EL Diver. The idea was to make our own diver with the ability to compete with the highest skilled divers in the world, flesh or otherwise.” Marco couldn’t help but frown from his own words as he then raised a finger up, “listen to me good Gabriel. This is the only second chance I can personally guarantee!” Marco moved in closer and looked around conspiratorially before added in a lower voice. “Things are shifting in the real world. My position isn’t as advantageous as it once was… frankly… they’re trying to out me from the company.” He locked eyes with Gabriel then, “if you end up back here again they might… change you… if you catch my drift.
Gabriel nodded slowly as he began to wisen up to the situation. It was still a lot to process, his artificial existence. It was a detail he intentionally chose to gloss over whenever possible but this whole situation was starting to make him feel sick all over again. He took a deep breath and put his hands on his hips before looking at Marco, “so… what’s the plan? What is it you want me to do this time?”
Before Gabriel was done asking Marco was already shaking his head, “oh no… that’s not for me to decide… we may have made you Gabriel but I refuse to be your master. You helped me out with that Kira business and it put my conscious to ease… no, what can I do to help you?”
The question had Gabriel rocking back on his heel now as he considered what that implied, “are you saying I can go back into GBN?” Marco nodded at the question before responding, “I want you to know too that you could choose to stay here… not that it is anywhere near as exciting… but you don’t have to fight. You could stay here in peace, I’d do my best to keep you preserved as long as possible.” The man’s voice trailed away as it hinted at the ultimate demise Gabriel would face with that option.
Now it was Gabriel who was already shaking his head however, images of Wade, Icarus, and even Million came to mind and a small grin grew on his face at that notion. They had already been through a lot together and the notion of leaving them high and dry didn’t sit right with Gabe. “No. I want to go back. I have friends… people I care about, people who I want to show that I’m still… alive.”
Marco raised an eye brow as he crossed his arms, “Even if they cause you pain you want to go back don’t you?”
Again Gabriel was nodding, “I’ll take on that responsibility.”
Marco remained poised for a long while studying the young man in front of him, it was an amused expression, one that seemed to relay a sense of approval. “Damn how can I say no to that moxie… Alright listen good. You got a solid…” he paused to look at his wrist watch and nodded to himself, “six hours until the egg heads come back to the office. I suggest you log in before then.” Marco pointed at the private terminal that seemed to provide just that function in the corner of the room. “Do not die again! Don’t log off again! I’ll see what I can do within ZAPP but it will take time. If possible, I’ll do my best to get you free of the situation. You’ve exceeded every hope that our R&D team had and I don’t want to constrain you by some corporate agenda. You are a person as far as I’m concerned Gabriel Winter… or is it Aker?” Marco raised an eyebrow in amusement and patted the kid on his shoulders. He gave one last approving smile and nod before letting Gabriel go and moving towards the door. “Oh!” Raising a finger Marco spun on his foot to glance at Gabriel, “one last piece of advice if I may?” Gabriel was already nodded, a weak smile etched on his own face this time. “Ditch the Alaya-Vijana. It was a real headache getting you sorted out … physically. Frankly the trade off isn’t worth it, at least not for you.” Gabriel was nodding his understanding, he hadn’t even considered what kind of damage his body would have in GBN after that last stunt he pulled. Marco grabbed the door handle and began to close it “good luck!” He shouted before shutting the door to disappear.
Gabriel was already nodding to himself thinking about logging in just then. He walked over to his desk to look at the gunpla already sorted out. The Ardent Exia stood proudly on his desk, the Jager Astray had been constructed entirely in GBN so there was no model there. A smirk grew on Gabriel’s face as he looked at the Exia, he had time after all.
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It was an abnormally dark night in the sky as the moonlight barely touched the Lincoln household. One of the rooms caught the slight light peeking through the curtains, pointing down at a broken plastic figure. It was the Local Type, irreparably damaged from its battle with the wall. It completely missed its right arm, along with having no V-Fin, looking rather miserable laying on the desk near a newly opened box.
Wade didn’t know why they’d bought it for him for his birthday. They normally weren’t too fond of him playing GBN all the time and the playing at home would only make that worse, but people’s opinions change all the time. After all, he thought he’d lost interest in the game after the last mission, but addiction can take control of you easily. The brand new headset and hardware for GBN was already set up, the expensive equipment how connected to his computer, just waiting to be used. The teen laid wide awake in bed, staring at nothing on the ceiling. “I just wanna sleep.” He thought, now reminded of how tiring school was this day.
He knew it was another school day tomorrow. He knew he had to get some rest. He knew that he couldn’t spend all of his time playing a virtual game without feeling the consequences to his body and mind. He knew that he didn’t care.
Wade practically jumped out of his bed, his blanket flying forward as it hit the floor. This dumb decision worried Wade, hoping he didn’t wake his parents. “You know what? I’m fifteen. I can play whenever I want!” This act of rebellion was met with the soon to be Diver grabbing his broken Gunpla and placing it on the scanning pad.
The Local type barely stood on the device, one of its leg joints warped. There was another model completely encased in darkness, but even the sleep deprived teen knew he couldn’t use it yet. Wade slid the new visor over his head as the Local Type stared at him through its own visor. The trip into the game was surprisingly quick for a home device, allowing Wade to get right to business.
The Diver hadn’t talked with the others since his abrupt exit. He hadn’t even been to the oil rig, but he still wanted to hide himself. He wore a white Earth Federation normal suit along with the same mask Vidar had used. It wasn’t nice looking, but it kept him conspicuous during this last few forays into GBN. Wade mostly just walked around inside of his current location, one of the space colony biomes, only leaving to do various missions pertaining to the main game world, like fetch quests.
He swore against doing story or any type of missions that would take him to a place where he’d hurt NPDs, knowing he wasn’t ready or that yet. Wade waltzed to a nearby bench as he sat to watch other Divers, a common hobby for him now. He noticed people had gotten quite creative with the anthropomorphic animal divers, seeing what looked to be an octopus man. He was interested in changing the look of his avatar, but part of him wondered if it was for the best to leave Fleurs behind and start anew, not realizing that he’d done the same thing by creating the Diver Force.
His train of thought immediately turned to the hooded Diver now sitting next to him. “Geez. Talk about edgy.” Wade was able to stare through the mask without anyone noticing. He could barely make out a face under the black hood as he slouched forward. The other Diver immediately turned to look directly at the Fleurs leader. “Uh oh.” Strangely, only his mouth could now be seen, with a deep black shadow hiding whatever was above it. Freaked out, the teen stood up and began to walk away, but stopped in his tracks once the other Diver spoke.
“Wade Lincoln.” Hearing that name caused the masked Diver to shudder. “He… knows my last name.” The cloaked figure arose, terrifying Wade as he began to get closer to him. “Wade Lincoln… Fleurs De Noblesse is in shambles…” A pale white hand fell through the robes, reaching up to grab the mask Wade felt was necessary. The Diver pulled back, but lost his footing as his rear hit the ground. He watched as Vidar’s mask dropped next to him, the hand returning to its hiding spot. “Wade Lincoln. Leader of Fleurs De Noblesse. Battle me!”
The two Gunpla sped around in space near the colony, a battle which was far from close. The real damage on top of the virtual damage made the Local Type look like a garbled mess as it fired the Wing Zero’s beam rifle. Completely missing the red and black mobile suit, the cloaked figure slashed down through the machine’s remaining arm, giving Wade no way to fight back, due to the bent gatling guns.
“Fucanglong pities you.” Wade’s opponent pressed the tip of the orange blade against the neck of the Local Type, signaling the end of the battle. Wade didn’t move an inch as he saw the defeat screen, still thinking about the mysterious man knowing his identity. The two machines floated, barely moving as the Fucanglong’s pilot began to speak.
“Some leader you are… If you’re no challenge, then I should’ve went for your friend a long time ago.” Wade’s eyes widened, realizing this guy was not just an edgelord. “He’s going after Aker?” From Icarus’ reaction, the Diver knew his winning enemy was too late, but he still didn’t want to reveal that. The pain came out with his voice. “Whoever you are, you won’t be able to hurt him. I got something much better than this!”
The Fucanglong’s pilot smirked, pulling his joysticks away from the Local Type. “Prove it.” The red Gunpla flew away as Wade noticed an invitation. Opening it, the Diver’s mood immediately changed. “This… is our opportunity.” There was still a sense of dread from the Diver. If Aker was truly gone, then it’d likely be much more difficult, but the rewards for Fleurs was extravagant. “Wait! Tomorrow?!”
A day had passed with Wade logging into GBN once again. This time, he was decked out with the Fleurs formal gear, hat and cape flowing through the fake wind. He’d arrived early to the main lobby, hoping to contact his teammates in time. “Please be there Aker. I don’t care how, just… please…” He thought as he sent the message of the location and event to the two, emphasizing that they needed to wear their full gear for this event.
It was an annoying wait on the catapult for the Fleurs leader. A Genoace had gotten stuck on the foot clamps, Haro Loader’s rolling around the unit to pry it off. Wade took the time to look through his cockpit, a dead ringer for his Gunpla’s and much better than the Local Type’s. “I can see everything.” He uttered while staring. While he wasn’t too sure who they’d actually be up against, the fact that this mobile suit was so different give him hope he could take out anything in his way. Eventually, the catapult was fixed, Wade calling out his mobile suit’s name.
NU GUNDAM ORIGIN, LAUNCHING!!!
The Gunpla burst through the sky at a breakneck pace, mostly due to its “secret” build far different from previous models Wade used. Nevertheless, he easily saw what he was looking for. A few battleships floated above a massive battling area. About half of it was filled with mostly intact gray buildings, while the other half was forestry, with tree standing tall just waiting to be knocked down by a stray beam.
The Nu Gundam touched down near the audience, surprising housing a few hundred people in the seats. “Wow!” Wade exclaimed in awe. While he’d seen much larger, having that many people, along with whoever was in those ships, amazed the Fleurs leader. The Gunpla took a knee as Wade got out of the machine, noticing a doppelganger of Stalker approaching him. “You must be the leader of Fleurs! I’m Sneaker.” Wade realized this man would be announcing their fight as he shook his hand. “You’re the first one here!” Wade was shocked to hear that, assuming the other teams would be there before him. Nevertheless, he awaited his comrades, if they even showed up.
Gabriel Winter sat in the lounge of his space base. He reclined into his seat and rubbed his face with his good hand, his lame arm strapped across his chest with a harness. For perhaps the hundredth time he questioned what he was doing, but he decided it was worth his curiosity to try. He brought up his menu and selected the NPD rental section. Gabriel paused as he hovered over the option to rent and decided to go ahead. Within a few moments a red headed girl materialized in his lounge.
Lunamaria smiled and announced cheerily, “Lunamaria Hawke reporting for duty!” She saluted almost exactly like the last time her saw her and he winced as he studied her. “I can’t wait to work with you!” She said as she walked over to the seated Gabriel. Standing up he offered his hand to the NPD, his limb shook from fear, and she responded by taking up the handshake. “Do you… do you recognize me?” He asked through a strained voice. She cocked her head at the question seeming lost in thought, and Gabriel held his breath.
Aker stood on the oil platform by the rails overlooking the sea. The wind blew into his fair features the saltiness of the sea. It was both chilling and invigorating. He found that he liked that particular perch, with the wind rushing at him he could loose himself entirely in its intensity. The wind reminded him that there were greater forces at play, always. It humbled him to merely exists against the gusts. His contemplation was interrupted by the chime of a new message. He brought up his menu to investigate.
Even with the wind in his face he found himself squinting at the message from his Zapp friend. “You want me to do what?” He asked more to himself as he thought about how to respond. The mysterious Zapp agent was perhaps the only person who knew exactly who Aker, or rather Gabriel Winter, really was. It was the same person who gifted him with the space nest and a small fortune which Aker had been keeping secret from his friends in Fleurs De Noblesse. This particular message was a plea for what? Humanity? Curiosity? For, as kind as the Zapp figure had been to Aker, the man had been a riddle of emotions that Aker still couldn’t sift through at times.
The request was asking Aker to hack into an active campaign to do some dirty work it seemed. Curious, Aker promptly responded back with a simple, “do I have to do this alone? I have a team I can work with.” As expected there was a delay and finally the response came back. “Look for an active mission offer. Will be similar to your last jobs. The more the merrier.” Aker scoffed at the reply but nodded his approval. He decided he’d float things with his teammates to see what they thought. He contemplated telling them the truth for perhaps the hundredth time but thought against it. As far as he knew they were there just for a game, the flavor of the mission shouldn’t matter as much. He sent a notice to the other members of Fleurs De Noblesse and waited to see when they would show up to his call for an “exciting mission”.
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, Isla, Daniel, NPDs
Roromi as Creed, Gabriel Winter
FrostyFoster as Kyle, Wade Lincoln, Charo
ShirokuHakudo as Shin
I'mAnnoyingHer as Carter Lee
MM007 as Hikaru, Nana, Ellen
Rabiddy as Risu
Judge as Apollo, Raymond Hermes, Million
(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.