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Edwin nodded at Erland’s remark about deploying. “Soon enough. Go get some rest and in a few of hours we’ll deploy.” With that he saluted his friend before retreating to his own quarters, he was quite tired from all the traveling. A few hours later an alarm awoke him in his bed and he groggily got up to put in his space suit. The room was sparsely decorated due to the lack of gravity and he struggled to get in his suit. His fake arm floated around him as he put on the combat gear, waiting for the last minute to attach the abomination to the remains of his limb. At last he got the suit and arm on and zipped up the uniform before grabbing his helmet. It didn’t go unnoticed that his left hand shook visibly and he nervously squeezed the device to “loosen” it up before heading into the hallway. He wore a grim look on his face as he saluted the crew and soon found the entrance to his alabaster Graze. He paused as he perched on the lip of the cockpit to study the behemoth and the sword locked on its hip. Flashbacks of the fateful combat that stole his left arm flooded his vision and he could clearly recalled how crumpled up the left side of the machine had been when he was pried out. He equally recalled the eyes of the demon that maimed him, the elegant designs of the Gundam he fought. He shook the thought from his head before going into the cockpit determinedly. As he sat down he locked his helmet on and pulled the straps across his body. He began his religious system checks to awaken his own monster and prepare for combat. As he neared the end of the routine he did a radio check, “are you there Erland? Yohan?” To his delight his Adjutant responded eagerly, “Affirmative Captain! Ready to deploy when you are!” A grin did form on his face, “you ready Erland? Let’s head out.”

The young man seized up and gurgled out a cry for help that got drowned by the blood dribbling out from his nose. Jared frowned as he saw the response to the Alaya-Vijnana rejecting one of his comrades. “Dang!” Jared hissed as he turned to regard his tech, a girl by name of Betty. The blonde shrugged at her boss and tapped at her tablet vigorously. Shaking her head she finally announced, “sorry boss, there’s a lock on the operating system. We need a key of some sort to override it.” Jared punched the metal of the cockpit in frustration. The price to gut the cockpit and operating system would be substantial and he now seriously had to contemplate giving this machine in for the bounty. He looked around the hangar while burying his face in the palm of his hand. The momentum of his mock punch on the frame flung him out in a soft revolution into the middle of the hangar; if he was discomforted by the motion he didn’t show it. His thoughts equally whirled around him and he almost missed the presence of a silver haired lass as she burst into the hangar. “I made it! Thanks for waiting for me!” The words made Jared furrow his brow and as he bounced gently into the ceiling, he steadied himself to study the girl closely. A smile now formed on his face. “Your majesty!” He cried out before pushing himself towards the girl. As he sailed he caught himself on the rail side opposite of her. He continue to flash her a toothy grin, “at last we meet princess!” He studied the girl for her reaction, the second thing he noticed was the size of her pupils (the first being the hair). “I’m so glad you could join us on this voyage of the Loose End. I’m her captain, Jared Axle at your service!” He gave her a mock salute, his voice booming loudly to get the attention of everyone on the hangar.

As his beam missed Hunter hissed in frustration, “think you’re special ey?” The Gelgoog dodged away and turned to face him it pulled out its beam chain gun and sputtered a volley at him. At their current distance the exchange of fire was little more than friendly banter going back and forth. Hunter flared his legs to thrust his Quel out of danger. He curled his mobile suit into an arching charge now, evading the trail of chasing laser bullets. The Quel shuttered violently from the thrusters delivering him to striking distance. The Gelgoog flared its melee weapons to life in its hands. “Oy that’s the ticket!” Hunter growled as he shifted his Quel to grasp the beam saber with its free right hand. He pulled the shield and rifle in close to his cockpit. As the distance closed quickly he swung down hard with the beam saber, the fuchsia blade came down with ferocity. Hunter grinned with a violent glee and a wishful hatred that only his weapons could satisfy. ”why fight?” He quizzed over the radio. “Why protect yer mates?”

Edwin gave a discreet nod at Erland’s observation regarding the facility and a weak smile of acknowledgement. True he has more riding on the facility and he couldn’t stand the idea of dissidents controlling property that wasn’t rightfully theirs. Erland broke his train of thought, "If you don't mind, could you take me to the mobile suit hangar? I'd like to see what our firepower is." Edwin swept his hand behind them towards the exit of the bridge. “Of course right this way.” He calmly led the man through the bridge to the hangar. As they entered the bay Edwin gave a grin at his friend as they first saw their Grazes side by side. Red and white the two machines looked poised for action, Edwin knew it would only be too soon. “We have our machines of course. We also have four more Grazes at our disposal…” he swept his hand to hint at the other suits hiding in the hangar. “We don’t know the full strength of the enemy so it will be me you and my adjutant Yohan who deploy first. I want to keep the rest behind as a rear guard in case they decide to attack the Fortis.” He turned to look at this friend reassuringly, “Yohans a good pilot we can count on him.”

Edwin noticed the sidelong glances at his arm. Erland was of course one of the few people who knew about his injury, he felt surprisingly subconscious about his arm now, as if Erland was seeing through the long sleeve and glove he wore. Edwin shrugged the idea from his head and motioned to the window on the bridge as he moved to stand next to his friend. They both looked out at Space and he cleared his throat. “There’s an Elion Family Mining operation on the moon, which for years have been very lucrative.” Naturally both of their gazes shifted towards the natural satellite. “The entire operation went dark. At first we thought it was technical difficulties, but it’s becoming more and more obvious that it’s more than that. For years the workers have disgruntled by conditions… no small secret.” He flashed his friend a knowing glance. “In any case we have since intercepted transmission heading out towards the colonies suggesting that they found a relic from the calamity war…” he let the last phrase hang in the air as reference to the Great War was weight enough to drag Erland from Mars. “There are terrible weapons from the Calamity war… if dissidents have a weapon… well I don’t think I need to spell it out to you.” He paused as he glared at the moon. “We’re going to storm the facility… hard and fast. That’s why I need you here. I need people I can trust for this one.” In truth Edwin wasn’t entirely sure where Erland or the falk family fell in the recent discussions of worker rights. Gjallarhorn has become increasingly divided on how to treat their colonies and other assets. If this operation went down the way Edwin was imagining it then a lot of dissident workers would die.

Jared tapped his fingers impatiently on his arms. He glared out at the hangar as the metal colossus was hoisted into an open mobile suit bay. He glared dangerously at each crewman who touched the weapon and barked out ominously, “careful! Careful… we must take great care with this catch boys and girls!” His tone shifted towards an almost melodic grin as he regarded his crew. His visage was somewhat more dour than usual, the presence of a gundam was an omen of sorts. Good or bad, Jared couldn’t quite decide yet. The stories of demons shaping the world as it was today whirled in his head. Either way, right now he was in the presence of a demon and even the mercenary was feeling giddy at that prospect. As his crew finished their task Jared called out enthusiastically, “once the gundam is secure let’s leave port!” One of his crewman, nodded and floated off to let the bridge know. Normally he would have handled the order himself but this was a triumphant moment and he wanted to bask in the glory of this war machine in front of him. In many regards the presence of the demon was humbling. Maybe he wouldn’t sell it after all. Sure there was a substantial bounty on the machine but a few tweaks and they could make it indecipherable from the original form. A jerk of the ground told him that the Loose End had left port and the ever present grin on Jared’s face grew at the seamless escape thus far. “Shame we couldn’t find the girl too! She’s got quite the bounty on her as well…” Jared mused to no one in particular. His crew was used to his ramblings and could tell he was in a certain mood. “I wonder what will happen to you friend…” he offered to the Gundam as he floated in front of the machine, his posture stiff and arms crossed in serious contemplation

True! At this point the big two we’ll be starting out with is Gjallarhorn and pirates/mercenaries. We will be starting off both sides very soon 😉

The tremors slowly faded away, the entire cabin soon became serene as weightlessness permeated around. Edwin unconsciousness tensed his left hand, curling and uncurling the artificial fingers. It was strange how occasionally he genuinely felt as if the digits were his own. It was equally unnerving when he found himself scratching the skin of the prothstetic. They called it phantom pain and it was a sensation he doubted he would ever fully accept. Lifting his gaze from his lame hand he looked around the cabin to study how everyone else was reacting inside the shuttle. If one was studious, they could quickly determine who was new to space and who wasn’t. By this point Edwin was fairly numb to awe inspiring sensation. A young woman was giggling as she let some jewelry twirl in front of her. Another man was grinning like a fool playing with a water bottle. Edwin merely sighed and returned his gaze out the window. He would soon be onboard the Halfbeak class Fortis. The Fortis was a Bauduin family warship and had served as Edwin’s flagship during his patrol duties. As the shuttle escaped earth, Edwin could begin to make out the purplish form of the ship. Onboard was his Graze, and his crew; and he was eager to see both. Perhaps just as importantly was an old friend he was eager to reacquaint with; Erland Falk. Though the two men differed in age by almost a decade, Edwin thought of the younger man like a little brother and often treated him as such. He had been happy for the fellow noble when they had been assigned other duties on Mars. Now it appeared that fate would bring them back together. Gjallarhorn had given Edwin an important mission and was willing to give the Bauduin official any resources he needed, whether it be material or personnel; Edwin chose the latter. The rattle and clanking of the hull snapped Edwin from his contemplation and he tensed himself against his seat as the shuttle connected with the warship to drop him off. After the connection was secure a crewman gave the Captain a thumbs up. Edwin grabbed his briefcase and unbuckled himself to “leap” towards the engineer and the exit. The man gave him a salute and Edwin responded in kind, before moving down the narrow corridor towards his ship. Once he was on board a small collection of his staff saluted a greeting towards him and he returned the gesture yet again. He knew that by the time he found his way to the bridge he’d repeat the process with half his crew. By the time he made it to the bridge a grin did form along the edge of his face as he spotted his old friend. Erland stood staring out the windows, his red back turned toward him. Edwin let out a cheery greeting, “I had no idea that I’d be entertaining a member of the Falk family on my ship!” His tone showed his mock surprise. As he hovered up to the other man he stopped to regard him and offer his hand warmly, “it’s good to see you Erland!”

Jared Axle Biography Full name: Jared Axle Faction: Aegis Security Services (freelancer) Rank: n/a Age: 26 Sex: Male Height: 5’7” Weight: 120 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Blue Skin: Fair Handiness: Ambidextrous Personality: Charming and pragmatic. Jared is a businessman and opportunist. Strengths and weaknesses Greedy - Jared won’t do anything unless there’s a profit to be made or an advantage to be had. While not daring in the courageous sense he is in the enterprising sense. Skilled fighter- growing on the streets meant Jared had to be good in a fight both in and out of a mobile suit. He takes pride in his body and keeps himself on a skilled edge. AJ system - starting out his life as human debris he has this dreaded system implanted. Which acts as both an asset and a possible hindrance. Indomitable Will - Jared his hard headed and once he sets his mind to something he Carries through with it. Charismatic - Jared is good at relating to people and is empathetic if not tactful when dealing with others. He knows that the best way to build his wealth is by networking. As such he is incredibly mindful of her persona and hates damaging his reputation. Appearance: In great physical shape. He speaks with a commanding tone and almost has the mystique about him. History: Jared grew up in squalor in the slums of mars. At a young age he was sold off as human debris and operated on, giving him the Aliyah Jenana system. Forced to use it, he lamented using the whiskers on his back. As he grew, he constantly looked for opportunities to elevate himself above his meager position. He eventually found the opportunity to kill his would be slavers and become free. By the time he was a teenager he was what he considered a “self made man”. Though often equated to being a good thief, Jared found mercenary work to be becoming and profitable. He developed a reputation as being a very good soldier of fortune. He soon found himself surrounded by like minded individuals, forming a crew and business. He established a private military company: Aegis Security Services as a front for his operations. Being a legitimate business meant obtaining a base which he could use. He settled on a battleship, the Loose End, which largely remains in orbit around Mars, occasionally venturing out. Because of his lifestyle Jared is incredible embedded in the underworld, being well connected with information and reputation. He’s worked hard to set himself up as an operation leader and is always looking for the next big payday. Possessions: The Loose End, a privately owned battle ship that functions as his base of operations. Kills: n/a Role plays: Coliseum battles: n/a

“Damn it! Damn it Damn it!” Gabriel screamed, his voice hoarse from emotions. He futility clicked the trigger on the Vulcan controls trying to shoot the cursed woman down. He had long run out of bullets, he couldn’t even see the enemy anymore but still he clicked the trigger. *** People were mad at him, that was to be expected. The glares Dustin gave him hardly seemed worth the effort to return however as Gabriel blankly left the medical bay and headed back to the hangars. He leaned against the railing staring glumly at his wrecked Quel. There in the near darkness of the hangar his thoughts tortured him, why couldn’t he shoot down that cursed GOUF? His eyes repeatedly traced the edges of the damage, replaying all of the events. It wasn’t the Quel that failed him, it was himself. So engrossed in his thoughts he didn’t hear Albert approach or call out to him. It wasn’t until the man roughly grabbed his tunic to make him face each other did Gabriel snap out of his trance. “I want you to explain yourself.” Albert hissed angrily at the Ensign. There was the unmistakable glimmer in the officer’s eye, the intent to kill. Gabriel instantly knew that his leader was in a sour mood. “Do ye even care…” Gabriel’s Aussie twang trailed off, and as the man crinkled his nose. Gabriel quickly added, “Do ye even care that we lost to those bloody basterds? Or do you care about all the evil they’ve done to this world?” Albert was taken back by the philosophical question before grinding his teeth, “what I care about …. ensign… is you destroying not one but two Quels!” “And how many zeeks did you kill today sir? On the battlefield and not tied to a chair?” Again his twang trailed in the air and his eyes seemed glazed over. Albert was about to say something when Gabriel cut him off. “Do what you’re gunna do... as far as I’m concerned I was denying the enemy sensitive technology they were intending to steal. You saw them carrying Dustin’s unit, he should have been more dedicated and self destructed... But let me make this clear sir….” his gaze finally focused on Albert whose face was red with rage. “I don’t care what happens to me, so long as I get to kill more zeeks.” And the glare Gabriel returned to his commander was enough to give even the enraged Albert pause. The look on the ensign’s face was one of sheer hatred and intent, it spoke volumes about Gabriel’s will. Albert's fist flew into Gabriel’s face, reacting, more than anything else. The commander looked at the fallen ensign and spat out in a fit, “damn insubordinate little…” He muttered as he marched away clearly disgusted, if not a little on edge from the chat with Gabriel. The ensign brought himself back to his feet only to resume his vigil over his fallen suit. He spat out a mouthful of blood and cleared his throat, “we’ll get ‘er…” he promised his broken machine.

Full name: Edwin Bauduin aka “The White Wolf” Faction: Gjallarhorn / Bauduin Family / Elion Family Rank: Captain Age: 35 Sex: Male Height: 5’9” Weight: 165 lbs Eyes: brown Hair: brown (with small streaks of grey) Skin: fair Handiness: right-handed Personality: Pragmatic and bitter. Edwin is good at hiding his emotions and “putting on a show”. He is good at planning and can often be found deep in thought. Because of his experience he’s garnered a lot of respect within Gjallarhorn and doesn’t squander his popularity with his real emotions openly. Strengths and weaknesses: Physically crippled - below his left elbow he is missing his forearm and hand. He wears a mechanical prosthetic that does function in a convincing manner but almost feels like more of a hindrance in the cockpit of a mobile suit. His condition has left him bitter about his body. Being so grievously injured has made him aware of mortality. He keeps his injury a secret from all but his closest affiliates. Family - he is loyal to his immediate family and will often go out of his way to help them out. If he feels they are in serious danger he will act out irrationally. Alternatively it’s because of his family that he has been able to get through his hardships and elevate within Gjallarhorn, they are his emotional anchor. Snob - Edwin knows he is blue blooded and acts accordingly, sometimes treating lower class people in a lesser manner. Skilled pilot - he’s a veteran of minor skirmishes and is perhaps one of the best pilots in Gjallarhorn. He has good instincts and quick reflexes. Despite his injury he is able to compensate and function as a competent ace. Appearance: Clean and well groomed, he holds a noble air about himself which could be intimidating to others. He is missing his left arm and will often wear a prothstetic to put people at ease and hide he wound. History: Edwin was born a noble in house Bauduin. As a single child he grew up comfortably, if not under strict guidelines. He knew early on that he would have to follow a certain set of rules the rest of his life. One such circumstance of his life was having an arranged marriage with Abigail Elion, a union which would greatly strengthen the ties and positions of both families. Fate seemed to favor the two due to them being close in age (with Abigail slightly older) they were able to grow up together and become close friends. As they grew into their teens Edwin began to form genuine affection towards Abigail, something that she merely went through the motions of; appreciative of Edwin but never fully returning the affection. Nevertheless, they did have a child together, a boy named Thomas Bauduin. Edwin followed his proud family tradition and joined the military. He quickly became familiar with mobile suit piloting and proved to be a capable officer. His first assignment was with the Outer earth orbit regulatory joint fleet, where he rose in rank and prominence. He was rewarded for his service and given a small patrol force to police the trade routes to earth. Upon leaving his post with the fleet he was given a Knight Blade to commemorate his service, a weapon he regularly keeps with assigned Schwalbe Graze and uses in combat still. His task force was subsequently often sent to battle with pirates and other unlawful types and he became skilled in combat. He became cocky in his attitude about warfare and was humbled after becoming severely injured in a fight with a pirate band. The damage to his Graze extended to the cockpit and his left arm had to be amputated beneath the elbow. He went on leave to recuperate, despite this he spiraled into a depression for a few months after the amputation. It was the support of Abigail, Thomas and his parents which brought him back to his senses and he eventually found himself “amongst the living” once more. His family did well to hide this humiliation and he rarely lets anyone know about the injury.Those who know him could tell that he changed emotionally from the loss, but he did well to move on otherwise. He views his loss as a sacrifice for Gjallarhorn and its greatness. After his hiatus he returned to his task force to help police trade routes to earth and to insure Bauduin family interest. He finds the recent turmoil within Gjallarhorn to be troubling and finds the lack of unity disturbing. He knows that to keep the earth secure that Gjallarhorn needs to focus on the outside threat of dissidents. Unit: Customized Shwalbe Graze. White in color and outfitted with the addition of a Ritter Knight Blade in lue of the traditional battle axe or lance. Kills: n/a Role plays: Coliseum battles: n/a

Hello all! I am going to start an Iron Blooded Orphans roleplay. This topic will be for both discussion and announcements. I’ll be taking the lead for this one so let me know if you have any questions! I’m also open to all feedback! Iron Blooded Order It is the year 325 "Post Disaster", set more than 300 years after a great war between Earth and Outer colonies known as the "Calamity War", Mars has been successfully terraformed and colonized by humans. However, even with the technological advancements, the humans on Mars, Jupiter, and artificial colonies crave freedom against the government of Earth and seek to improve their livelihoods. Furthermore, while most of colony nations have received autonomy, the colonies are virtually dependent on Earth for economic development with many living in impoverished conditions. Even though Earth enjoys the fruits of the colonies’ labors there is growing strife within Gjallarhorn, the Earth's ruling body. Noble families plot against each other for greater esteem on the ruling council. Differences in philosophy among the families have led to growing uneasiness. Some families vow for greater colony independence while others vouch for greater military presence to control the colonies. Factions Rebels Mars groups Jupiter groups Pirates Colony activist Independent PMCs Shipping Businesses Gjallarhorn / Earth Fareed family Baudin family Issue family Kujan family Baklazan family Falk family Elion family Arianrhod fleet (elite unit) Outer earth orbit regulatory joint fleet Arbrau African Union Strategic alliance union Oceanian federation Things to consider This is like a reboot of IBO The setting is a couple years after IBO would take place but none of the characters from the series are here. Remember the technology Alayna-Vijnana system is a double edged sword. It is shunned by gjallarhorn. Although it increases performance it does negatively affect the body if used excessively and is usually implanted at a younger age at high risk. Nano filament armor negates beam weaponry so hard melee weapons and guns are used. Ahab reactors each have a unique signature and are used to identify units. They also mess up certain electronics and are typically kept out of urban areas.

Grim glared at both men evenly. He could see the gears grinding in Nicky’s head. Ryder cautiously remained quite and Grim did have to pause and wonder if there was hope for them both yet? “Sir. This will not happen again. I'll make sure of it as soon as i cross that door.''  This was the second time Nicky made that promise but Grim could tell it was more heartfelt. The Captain merely nodded and responded softly, “see that you do. Both of you.” He gave both men another quick glance to study their obedient demeanors. He supposed time would tell if these two could help pull off this mission or doom them all. “Dismissed.” With that he moved to return behind his desk and calmly began sitting back down. He paid neither of them little attention as he went back to looking at the papers on his desk. (lackluster but I can’t think of anything else to grill them on :p)

“At long last… ‘ave I finally found you?” Hunter stared at the screen of his Quel hardly believing the shape before him. As if frozen in time the giant zeon ship loomed before him with the tiny specs of mobile suits swirling around it. He had been waiting in this spot for hours. Patience was a trait one of his mentors had taught him and sometimes the prey would wonder before you if you just waited. With minimal systems activated and a black tarp wrapped around his mobile suit he doubted any of the zeeks spotted him. The silence was almost maddening, the only thing reminding him of his existence was his own rhythmic breathing. His original intention was to observe and to see how much of his enemy he could learn. But when the skirmish the Zeeks had been doing turned more serious his attention grew considerably. The fools actually damaged themselves, mobile suits drifted in disrepair, pilots helpless. One of the Gazas managed to dock back with the ship and Hunter knew his chance for blood would be slipping past albeit it a brief opening. The Dra-c and the Gelgoog were painting a decent target, one he might be able to ambush quickly before moving on to the floating black Zaku. “But is she ‘ere?” Hunter hissed in frustration. Even as he voiced his concern, his fingers danced over the controls booting up the mobile suit. As the visor of the Quel flared awake in anger Hunter called out once more, “are you ‘ere Erin? Will I finally get my revenge?” It seemed a moot point to ask when so many zeon units were begging for his merciful justice. He fired his thrusters, aiming his Quel towards the foolish zeon units. He brought his beam rifle up and began to slowly target the two suits huddled together. (OOC: I’ll practice restraint, but I wanna stir the pot on the zeon side of things maybe a little excitement will wake you all up? I’ll change anything if I need to!)

“There's no excuse. This incident is completely on my shoulders. It will not happen again." Grim squared away at Nicky as the ensign gave the pitiful but expected response. The Captain had been around awhile and could see hate behind the ensign’s eyes. Hatred at what, was hard to tell, Ben would have preferred the ensign be focused on the enemy but suspected it was aimed more at Grim himself. Still the Captain gave a hard stare at the boy before Ryder chimed in. As Ryder rambled on, a small but distinct curl formed on the edge of Grim’s lips. While a part of him could agree with the Titan’s assessment of the situation this wasn’t the forum to address the issues. Grim was beyond stressed and this cocky little bastard was pushing his buttons. Before anyone could understand what had happened Grim’s backhand firmly connected with Ryder’s cheek. The hand flew across and stood hanging in the air, the slap of flesh silencing the room. “Ed Shiro was twice the pilot you will ever be Lieutenant.” Grim’s cold stare could freeze a beam saber, and he glared hard at the sniper. He fought the urge to slap the Titan again, but he knew he needed to get through the pilots ego one way or another. “I need soldiers not divas…” he added as he slowly dropped his hand. “You keep up that attitude Lieutenant and you won’t amount to anything under my command! do I make myself clear?” His eyes shifted dangerously back to Nicky, “and do you understand that Ed Shiro died trying to protect you and the Nemo?” He reached behind him to the desk and hoisted up a folder nearly tossing it at the ensign. Inside the folder was the radio log from the battle and highlighted were Ed’s lines stating how he was trying to protect the ailing Nemo. The comms during the battle were probably flooded with activity and no one but the Firefly seemed to catch his transmissions. Ed was in fact in the GM that Grim had seen getting destroyed by one of the Gaza’s. Grim stared at both men waiting to see if they had any other intelligent remarks to make. ((OOC: redd Shirto seemed too obvious))