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OC post!
Avanti Kadam. Space pirate. Rebel. War hero. Savior. Traitor. Leader. She's been called a lot of things in the 34 years she has been a captain of various spacefaring warships. Someone once suggested she retire and no one ever found his body.
Originally from a Gundam AU game, but can be fitted into any setting in which battleships fire broadsides at each other, whether in space or on terrestrial oceans.
-1-
Kadam's ship, the Osiris, on which you are a crew member or possibly passenger, drifts along through the depths of space after an intense battle. The ship was more or less intact and repairs were proceeding at an acceptable rate, which gave Kadam some time with her thoughts. She stared out of the window of the officer's lounge at the stars while holding a mug of coffee which she would occasionally sip from.
She glanced over when she noticed you. "Quite the battle, wouldn't you say?"
-2-
Space battle. Things were exploding, people were dying, the numbers were against you. Yet through it all, orders continued to come down from command in a...well, not exactly a calm voice, but at voice that definitely didn't sound like it was panicking. It was a bit comforting to know that at least someone in this whole mess knew what was going on.
Your radio crackles to life with a direct transmission. "How do you feel about insane plans that might win this now or might backfire horribly?"
-3-
Kadam is from Old Money, and feels perfectly at home making small talk with the ridiculously wealthy. Her towering height, sharp uniform, and eye-patch makes her stand out from the crowd like a falcon surrounded by pigeons. At the moment she is in the middle of a small crowd of rich socialites and is sharing a story from her colorful career with them all. Apparently a story about an encounter with a band of space pirates. She finished the story up with, "So then their second in command hijacked his ship and turned tail and ran, leaving the pirate captain stranded in space in a disabled interceptor, swearing a blue streak."
There was some polite laughter, after which Kadam excused herself to get her drink refilled. Were you part of the group listening to the story? Curious about how much of it was true? Perhaps you're not used to fancy parties and want advice on which fork to use when. Maybe you just want to make small talk.
-Bonus-
Ever played a game of chicken?
Ever played a game of chicken with ten thousand ton battleships tearing eye-searing trails of light across the depths of space?
Originally from a Gundam AU game, but can be fitted into any setting in which battleships fire broadsides at each other, whether in space or on terrestrial oceans.
-1-
Kadam's ship, the Osiris, on which you are a crew member or possibly passenger, drifts along through the depths of space after an intense battle. The ship was more or less intact and repairs were proceeding at an acceptable rate, which gave Kadam some time with her thoughts. She stared out of the window of the officer's lounge at the stars while holding a mug of coffee which she would occasionally sip from.
She glanced over when she noticed you. "Quite the battle, wouldn't you say?"
-2-
Space battle. Things were exploding, people were dying, the numbers were against you. Yet through it all, orders continued to come down from command in a...well, not exactly a calm voice, but at voice that definitely didn't sound like it was panicking. It was a bit comforting to know that at least someone in this whole mess knew what was going on.
Your radio crackles to life with a direct transmission. "How do you feel about insane plans that might win this now or might backfire horribly?"
-3-
Kadam is from Old Money, and feels perfectly at home making small talk with the ridiculously wealthy. Her towering height, sharp uniform, and eye-patch makes her stand out from the crowd like a falcon surrounded by pigeons. At the moment she is in the middle of a small crowd of rich socialites and is sharing a story from her colorful career with them all. Apparently a story about an encounter with a band of space pirates. She finished the story up with, "So then their second in command hijacked his ship and turned tail and ran, leaving the pirate captain stranded in space in a disabled interceptor, swearing a blue streak."
There was some polite laughter, after which Kadam excused herself to get her drink refilled. Were you part of the group listening to the story? Curious about how much of it was true? Perhaps you're not used to fancy parties and want advice on which fork to use when. Maybe you just want to make small talk.
-Bonus-
Ever played a game of chicken?
Ever played a game of chicken with ten thousand ton battleships tearing eye-searing trails of light across the depths of space?
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She did not need to be talking about some plan when she was up to her elbows in holographic displays and priority requests for support. "A bit busy right now. Keep it short and simple."
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The coordinates were sent. This broadcast would, of course, scramble the enemy's ability to communicate by anything other than direct laser tightbeam for at least a few seconds. It would ALSO highlight Jacqli's exact position to every unit on the battlefield.
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More concerning was the fact that Jacqli was currently using much of her processor time for deception programs to make her armor a difficult target. She had three more holo-decoys, but once they were expended, her consumables would be totally spent-and only three decoys still left a 25% chance the enemy would choose the correct target. "I can't make any promises for how long this will last-" She started flipping switches, preparing to engage the broadcast. "I think they have some micronuke ammo for their railguns, and my defenses can't last under that kind of bombardment."
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She wasn't sure Jacqli would be fine, but rule #1 of being in charge was you never let them see you sweat. She watched as twelve different units, Jacqli's included, crawled into seemingly innocuous positions.
Now it was only a matter of if the enemy's commander was as clever as she was.
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Of course, Jacqli knew it was just an Atlantis. Even as she deployed her decoys and sent them spiraling away on evasive courses, she dropped her own targeting radar onto the cruiser and initiated a datalink to Avanti's ship. They might be the bane of all mobile suits, but ever battleship driver dreamed of finding an Atlantis alone in a dark corner, it's lightweight lasers and thin armor spelling the support-cruisers doom.
And then she hit the broadcast with half a second left.
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As for Jacqli...
The Atlantis almost immediately caught her. At that range, it was inevitable. Damage alarms starting going off in her cockpit, until the massive wall of heavy armor plating that was the Osiris, Kadam's flagship itself, Hurtled into the space between them at high speeds, taking the fire from the Atlantis's light guns that were meant to take down mobile suits like they were flashlights. A power cable had been unspooled off the side of the ship, giving Jacqli something to grab onto to get her the hell out of there. Even if the cable ripped off in the process, it would probably give her enough Delta-V to get her safely out of range before her armor exploded.
(I rolled 4df and got +3 for Kadam and +4 for the crew of that cruiser)
She just barely grabbed the cable with her good arm and fired her afterburners, taking up some of the shock before the feeble arms of her armor were ripped off their sockets by the sudden jerk as the slack played out of the cable. The Atlantis' crew were giving it the old college try-they couldn't burn through the battleship's armor, but targeting sensors, communications arrays, maneuvering jets, anything that looked like a soft target got blasted into scrap. They were small targets, difficult to hit-but that was what the crew of the cruiser earned their pay for shooting. When the two ships separated, the Atlantis was a drifting hulk spewing escape pods...but the Osiris was blind and mute on the side that had faced the cruiser, her guns aimed by the mark one eyeball.
Mir drew level with the battleship and played out a cable of her own-a questing prehensile tentacle that sought out a data port to splice her into the ship's intercom. Normally, she used it to lobotomize and take control of enemy mobile suits that tried to get in melee with her, but it did this job well enough. "Nice Death Ride there. While I wait for this thing to turn into a bit less of an oven, where do you need me?"
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The faint relief in her voice, combined with the sound of the bridge crew cheering the helmsman in the background took some of the harshness out of her words. It WAS true that Jacqli's mobile armor was a very valuable piece of hardware, but the heart of the matter was that Kadam liked having Jacqli work for her. She was a bit on the insubordinate side sometimes, but very intelligent, dedicated, and sensible in her actions. Just the kind of person Kadam wanted working for her. Hell, Jacqli reminded her a bit of herself at that age.
Just at 1/2 scale.
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By the time she made it back into the repair bay, while the outer surface of parts of her mobile armor was no longer glowing, the cockpit temperature was like a sauna. And when she got out, her boots sizzled a little as the heat of the hull began to melt the rubber soles.
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"I hear you, their close-range defenses have been getting better." He remarked dryly as he removes his helmet, shaking his head to undo the helmet-hair.
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A subtle jab at wearing his space suit this far into the ship. Snake's quirks were, of course, as much a part of his reputation as his skill was.
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Her momentary good cheer was replaced with a frown as he pulled out his cigarettes. "Please don't smoke those in my lounge."
3
"Was all that for real?"
A part of her can't help but be impressed. Her friends' parents didn't have any stories like this.
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From her face, Mina might guess that Kadam enjoyed being the center of attention and feeling intimidating as hell. If she read her mind, she would realize that this impression was completely accurate. She DID like it.
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"Well, my past life commanded millions."
She doesn't mention that those millions were all chihuahuas, even if they were highly aggressive and dangerous in numbers and liked eating people.
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"Your past life?"
She had met psychics. She's seen them pull off some remarkable feats that flew in the face of all reason. She'd never her of reincarnations remembering their past lives but...it was a big universe. Kadam focused a bit harder on Mina, trying to determine if this was the lead in to a joke.
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"Um, yeah, I was reincarnated from someone really strong. I've got all those memories."
She doesn't mention that her past life was a total psycho.
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Testing had showed her newtype potential as about as powerful as a brick. It made her nervous.
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Actually, no, Mina'd been tested too. No potential. But she figured the other wouldn't know she was full of shit. And it was a better explanation than anything. Really, what was she supposed to say, "I got weird and fucked up past life memories for no reason at all and I don't know why it happens."?
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"So you have memories of another person's life, then. What kind of person was she?"
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"...She was cute and liked cute things."
That's all she could think of to say.