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!”
"Where do you think you're going, girlie?" The space port checkpoint guard's words were almost lost in the clamor that surrounded him, "You actually need a pass and some ID, not glaring at me like some freak."
"I musta left them in my other pocket," Delaja couldn't help herself as she hissed the words out under her breath. She took a moment to let out a pent up breath and put on a fake smile, "Sorry about that, here you are."
She pressed her palm into the guard's hand and pushed her way through the security checkpoint. A small plastic bag filled with blue crystals was left in the man's possession rather than identification. He quickly hid the bag and grunted something at the next person in line.
Delaja's eyes rolled as she mouthed the guard's words while shaking her head. She broke down into a fit of curses before she headed to a bathroom on her path to the private terminals. The door opened itself for her and she made her way in, her fist action was to force the door back shut. If this was an Earth based space port there would be private miniature rooms to use. But this was Mars and it only had a row of open walled stalls with enough of a gap on the bottom to look for feet rather than big indicators to show if a stall is occupied. Just the sight of the gap on the top and bottom of the stalls was enough to make the girl gag.
The girl stood there for a solid minute, Delaja made absolutely sure that she was the only one in the bathroom before she claimed the stall at the far end of the room. Before she even opened the door, the sight of water and paper pooling on the ground guided her hand to a stall two doors down. Once in the stall she sat on the water tank with her feet on the toilet seat, hunched over so that she couldn't be seen by anyone that preformed the same check she did moments before.
A small plastic bag full of tiny blue crystals, identical to the one she bribed the guard with, fell out of her sleeve and into her open palm. She carefully arranged a small line on the back of her arm before inhaling it through her nose in one quick motion that ended with her eyes clenched shut and an involuntary hiss. Delaja blinked a few times as she looked around the small stall. Her feet trembled as she tried to get off the toilet, little giggles and fits of laughter sounded out every time she pulled her feet back up.
It took her several minutes to finally emerge from that stall and when she did she was grabbed by the checkpoint guard. The start of a scream sounded out from the girl before a hand clamped down on her lips. The next scream came from the guard as Delaja bit him as hard as she could. She bit hard enough to tear through his glove and tear open his skin. She'd have continued biting if he didn't throw her off. Delaja bounced off the bathroom stall doors and barely landed on her feet as she scrambled for the door. With a bleeding hand the guard reached for his gun, only to see it clasped in Delaja's hand as she slammed the open button for the door and leave him alone in the women's restroom.
Shouts chased after Delaja as she sprinted to her destination, gun in hand. A growing wave of guards formed a stampede as the girl fled for her life her path taking her to the last terminal in the space port, one connected to a ship with the one thing she hated most. But it was the only place she could go.
"Why does this shit always happen to me!" Screamed the girl as she dove into the open bridge to the ship. Delaja half rolled, half floated into the ship, her stolen gun smashing the close button, "Get me the fuck out of here!"
Full name: Jared Axle
Faction: Aegis Security Services (freelancer)
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair: Dark Blue
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.
In great physical shape. He speaks with a commanding tone and almost has the mystique about him.
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.
The Loose End, a privately owned battle ship that functions as his base of operations.
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Full name: Delaja Scabbard
Alias(es): Princess, Bastard Daughter of the Pirate King, Sarah Blossom
Rank: Exiled Pirate Princess
Eyes: Pale Blue
Hair: Dyed silver and purple
Handiness: Right handed
As cuddly as a teddy bear with sandpaper for fur. Her past has left her a paranoid wreck, feeling forced to exude an air of anger to deter encounters rather than suffer anymore misfortune at anyone's hands. Her trauma is usually buried under a glare and a frown but the slightest hint of entrapment or even being ratted out to the authorities has an equal chance of soliciting violence as her turning tail and running on the spot. She doesn't trust anyone easily, instead her default state addresses as everyone as a threat, especially men. She never trusts men.
Strengths and weaknesses
Experienced Pilot - Being forced to pilot mobile suits from a very young age granted Delaja an impressive control over mobile suits, especially with her Alaya-Vijnana System.
Alaya-Vijnana System - Implanted at a very young age, it allows her better spacial awareness and control over mobile suits that support it.
Misandrist - She hates and distrusts men to an extreme.
Paranoid - Its nearly impossible for her to trust anyone.
Heavy Trauma - In social situations it quickly becomes clear that she is damaged to the point of being unable to communicate with people normally.
A lanky teenage girl. One side of her head is shaved while the other is dyed purple. Her upper arms have a collection of tattoos that blend together into colorful meshes. A massive black tattoo of the Asmodai Pirates covers her back, it depicts the head of the Gundam Asmodai over two crossed swords. She usually wears clothing that most people would mistake her for being a beggar, a drug addict or a homeless runt. Her gold coin is worn on a chain around her neck.
Born to a legendary Pirate King and one of his crew, outside of his marriage. Quickly labeled as a bastard before her birth she was born to her mother as Sarah Bloom. And as tradition she was inducted into the crew as soon as she could walk. Her father's crew and fame were built on the back of one of the mythical Gundam frames, the ASW-G-69 Gundam Asmodai, from which the crew took its name. But on Delaja's back was only a massive marking, a depiction of the Gundam Asmodai's head. Every member of the crew also had this tattoo.
She quickly got the Alaya-Vijnana System forced on her so that she could pilot mobile suits with the rest of the crew. Children were not spared in the Asmodai's crew and were seen more expendable than the older crew members. They were given old or broken mobile suits and Delaja wasn't given any favors for being the Captain's bastard, a fact that gave her the nickname of Princess that was less of a complement and more of a sneer the other crew members would hiss at her.
For twelve years she endured being a prisoner by and in the crew, being forced to play the part of a pirate until some part of her finally broke under the pressure. She fled the Asmodai pirates and fled with the key to her father's prized machine, the Gundam Asmodai itself. She stole enough gold to cast a coin to encase the key, sealing it away as if she was trying to calm a real demon by hiding the source of is power. This was a mistake on her part.
The moment she left the relative safety of the pirates she had a target painted right between her eyes. The pirates demanded the coin, Galljerhorn wanted her as leverage against her father and every scum bag worth their salt wanted to hold her as ransom, believing her to be a real princess and not a bastard. This insane stew of pursuers lead to anyone she trusted soon turning against her as she found the rules of life in the larger world to be harsher and less forgiving than the simple, strict cruelty of the pirates. But she learned. She learned that keeping the coin away from the pirates made life worth living, their anger a small fraction of the pain they had to repay her.
Coin - The gold coin with the ASW-G-69 Gundam Asmodai's key inside. The coin both sides have the Asmodai Pirates' emblem pressed into it.
Mobile Suit Key - Key to her personalized Mobile Suit.
Full name: Edwin Bauduin aka “The White Wolf”
Faction: Gjallarhorn / Bauduin Family / Elion Family
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair: brown (with small streaks of grey)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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