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Mostly because Jet, as a character, needs a goal in her life. Up until 2015, Jet's just sort of stumbled or been blown forward by outside forces, but what does Jet actually aim for?

While none of this will actually happen in the current season, Jet does start slowly working towards establishing things needed to pull it off, learning and honing the skills she needs, and generally building up the XP required to do it right. It's a little bit rough, mind. And it takes from 7-10 years to actually get it done.

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The Knight Sabers.

Though far from the first group of hardsuited warriors to use the name in Fenspace, they are the most visible. First appearing with a bang on Genaros station in mid-2025, the Knight Sabers quickly earned notoriety for their handling of the Mia Quincy kidnapping. While the Space Patrol on-station were still negotiating with the terrorists involved, 4 women using Stingray hardsuits and motorslaves stormed the building, handling the terrorists and their cyberdroid heavys with lightning speed.

All five hostages were freed, before the Sabers disappeared into the city night. The rumour is that they were paid by J.D. Quincy himself for their services.

The Space Patrol immediately started a file on the organisation.

What they know is that the organisation is lead by a woman who styles herself as ‘Sylia Stingray', and who prefers to communicate via puppet or Avatar, using the animated face of Sylia Stingray from the original OVA. The patrol believes that this is the same Sylia Stringray who is the registered owner of Stingray Motor Engineering, who bought the shell company off of Jet Jaguar, and turned it into full-blown custom motorcycle production company, though have never been able to conclusively link both identities.

There are also photographs of Jet Jaguar and Sylia Stingray attending events together at the same time, suggesting a strong link between the two. The technology employed by the group is also known to have been originally developed by Jet, notably the hardsuit-designs and the motorslaves are advancements of models introduced by the Roughriders in 2021.

Jet Jaguar has admitted providing technical assistance, claiming them to be part of ‘her fandom'. As the group are not considered outlaws, this line on inquiry was dropped. Jet could not be compelled to testify. Jet Jaguar is also not the only suspected backer of the group.

The Patrol believe that they have one spacecraft under their control; a modified Roughriders-production B1-series, operating under the callsign ‘KnightWing'. The KnightWing itself appears to operate as some form of mobile AWACS for the group, while also providing some aerial fire-support and transport. The spacecraft has not been registered with any recognised ship registry, and is technically considered a pirate vessel. It has been known to fake the transponder signals of other B1-series.

The Roughriders themselves have no record of the craft. It is suspected by some conspiracy theorists that a fire that destroyed two B1 space frames on the production line is the source of the mystery ship. However, the Roughriders have disproven this wild theory beyond the shadow of reasonable doubt by providing the twisted wreckage of the two half-finished space frames for investigators to prod at. Unfortunately, further investigation is not possible due to the Roughriders having recycled the two ruined space frames, citing their long-standing policy to conserve raw materials where possible.

The KnightWing appears to have been equipped with a pair of launch bays and an upgraded crew module, at the expense of armaments. Scans during flypasts have suggested a conventional sensor array has been fitted, and the onboard computer systems appear to be roughly standard for the type.

The identities of the 4 women in hardsuits, or whether one of them is Sylia Stingray or not, is not known. One of them is suspected of being a Senshi, based on behavioural analysis, but they all speak through voice-changing radio systems. It is suspected that they may be former OGJ or patrol members, based on observed tactics. They do demonstrate a competent application of Panzer Kunst training, but there have been any number of power-armour wearers trained by the Gruppe. Another possibility, is that they are ‘wavium AI's, biomods, cyborgs or any combination of the above

The group style themselves as mercenaries, though they do not work for everyone. They are most often hired for work under-the-table, which someone may want performed but doesn't want it know it was them performing it. Such work includes recovery of stolen ‘sensitive' equipment, hostage rescue... or strikes against turnerite bases. They have also engaged in anti-Zwilnik operations.

They are not a registered mercenary organisation and do not report their operational details to the Space Patrol. They cite this as a security measure to protect their member's families and their client's confidentiality. This also means they walk on a knife-edge between merely being a Space Patrol ‘file' and being declared a full blown Outlaw organisation. They have been known to provide ‘assistance' the the Patrol.... they've even been known to wave their usual fee.

Payment is usually in two parts. Half on accepting the job, half on completion of the job. Sylia reserves the right to walk away if the job was not as advertised, or if the client has been in anyway untruthful with her. Or if a change in circumstances endanger the group. They promote themselves as being specifically politically neutral in affairs between factions, though they do appear to have several preferred employers.

Sylia will work alongside OGJ and the Patrol, though will be wary of a trap. Sylia will not work with any Greenwood-related organisation, or for any mundane government. However, these are not absolute rules. Money talks. Sylia will never sell the technical upgrades made to her hardsuit and motorslaves. Knight Saber hardware is not for sale.

They are studious about secrecy, and jealously guard their identities, and their home-base location. Their base, SilkyDoll, is known to be a main belt asteroid, thought it's location and details are unknown. There're countless possibilities, too many to be searched successfully.

Their self-claimed ethos is: “To defend peace and social justice, and rid Fenspace of evil'

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The build-up Knight Sabers began when Jet Jaguar built the first Stingray hardsuit in early 2016. Rather than just found an organisation using the name, Jet was determined to do it right, and set about building up the equipment and contacts needed to do it. Jet already had her military and combat abilities, and had learned how to train and lead an elite group of fighters. She just needed the technology, the money, and the connections to do it without getting smacked down. She also needed to learn the lessons of those around her....

Firstly, Jet created Sylia Stingray as an alter ego. Sylia Stingray was a registered resident of Marsbase Sara, complete with full identification papers, a residence, a strong income and a decent social life. Sylia Stingray is also Jet Jaguar. Sylia Stingray is the same puppet-body Jet has used since 2016, with the hair changed over.

Sylia Stingray's ownership of Stingray Motor Engineering began as part tax-dodge from Jet, and part distancing herself from ‘danelaw connections. Jet publicly refused to compromise on her refusal to establish a production line for Highway Star-type motorcycles, so officially sold the shell to someone who was willing.... Sylia Stingray then negotiated licensing with AIC to use the name and designs commercially.

Stingray Motors produces a range of custom motorcycles based on Mazda rotary engines, which sell in decent numbers. The company provided the initial financial backing for the Sabers, and a manufacturing front for some of their equipment.

Jet signed on as a contractor with the Roughriders in 2019, working to develop her technical abilities, while simultaneously providing training support for the A-Team, and acting as a combat operative. Jet tested a number of the training techniques and tactics she planned to use with the A-Team

Jet and Ford built the first motorslaves in 2021 on 37 Fides, and Jet took possession of the KnightWing in 2023, first as a pool-spacecraft,and then registering herself as it's operator. Jet bought it outright under the table, then flew it out into the main belt where it promptly disappeared. This is how Benjamin knows that Jet is behind the Sabers, making sure the transaction details disappeared into Roughriders' classified files.

6 months later, it re-appeared near Genaros, transponderless and wearing stealth-paint.

Their equipment is based off of Stingray hardsuit, but adds an advanced ‘chobham' armour originally developed on Fides for the Roughriders suits, enhanced actuators and properly integrated weaponry. The motorslaves are bigger and tougher, using the same armour upgrades with better main armament, though appear lack the full AI's used on Roughrider systems.

If the Sabers are ever outlawed, they will immediately disband. In practice, they operate with the tacit approval of the Space Patrol, and may have links to Great Justice.

Jet's cover. What Jet's doing herself.

Jet Jaguar herself, after leaving the Roughriders, acquired an exhausted asteroid mine, establishing a martial-arts training centre within the old accommodation blocks. Jet teaches blitzkrieg-school Panzer Kunst, emphasising speed and hard-hitting assaults. At any one time, there can be one or two trainees, and Jet actively bids for contracts to train powered armoured troopers of multiple factions.

Also attached, is the Survival Shot combat simulation centre, based in the old mine workings

Jet uses the mine workings for combat exercises, up to and including being one of the few live-fire capable training centres in Fenspace. Simulating the sort of operations Jet once commanded as leader of the Engel Gruppe, the mine is equipped with a modern sensor array, simulated (and real) point defense weapons and an old Roadrunner that's incapable of flight. Jet aims to simulate a number of other environments within the workings, and is actively trying to acquire another ship's hulk for zero-G combat. It is capable of simulating an entire mission, from the approach in through to the final attack and surrender, with TITANIC automatically co-ordinating the exercise.

Anyone can hire Survival-Shot out. Fees are charged hourly, and based on damage and gimmicks employed. The training centre is available to reputable groups and teaches both offensive and defensive tactics. They also provide for corporate outings, days-out and the like, allowing them to take control of the base defenses against an attack, lead their own assault using non-lethal simulated weaponry, or even hold versus matches.between themselves.

The SilkyDoll, and the hangar for the Knight Wing, are sealed off from the public area of the base. The thermal signature of SilkyDoll is masked within the signature of the training area, hiding the hardware maintenance facilities and the hangar for the KnightWing inside the remains of the old smelting plant, leading off the accessway to the main docking and loading bay.

The four women who make up the Knight Sabers are employees in the training centre, often acting as OpFor wearing standard hardsuits, using production RR motoroids. It helps that training other factions, is perfect training for the Sabers themselves.

A number of non-sapient attack-drones with varying capabilities can make up the rest of the opposing forces. The drones themselves are tied into the Total Information Tactical Awareness Networked Independent Control system which forms the heart of the SilkyDoll, Survival Shot and their computer systems. TITANIC is capable of learning from it's opponents and developing improvements to it's own attack, defense and operational algorithms. The more it uses the module, the better it gets at using it. The more it faces an enemy, the better it gets at defeating any enemy. The more hardware in TITANIC, the faster it runs. Whether TITANIC is capable of gaining sentience, Jet hasn't even considered. It's just a kludged expert system using a heavily modified metaverse protocol that was just sort of randomly assembled and bodged out of second-hand equipment and dumpster-recovered computer hardware mixed with a number of open-sourced expert system modules and conglomerated into something functional rather than designed to any overarching plan.

But lately, there have been.... oddities.... in the system and Jet quietly admits that she really has no idea how the whole lot works anymore, or even exactly how it makes it's decisions... it just sort of does. The name was ‘obviously' intended as a joke.

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Connecting Jet Jaguar to the Knight Sabers isn't difficult. The technology and tactics they use bear all the hallmarks of being Jet-developed, being basically current technology with added power. Jet is, at the very least, a backer of the organisation, then again she's not the only one. Jet is a known friend of Sylia, but they're exact relationship is unknown.

Outside of work, Sylia Stingray is a somewhat private individual, and it's difficult to find details about her prior to 2016, when she claims to have launched to orbit.

A number of SMoF's know specifically that Sylia is Jet.

The identities of the individual Knight Sabers however, are known only to Jet and a select few she trusts.

The Knight Sabers are generally self funding, with Mercenary missions and high-value bounty-captures generally keeping the organisation going. Stingray Motor Engineering is falling a little bit into the background, while Survival Shot and Jet's 'blitzkrieg' martial arts school are picking up the funding slack. They usually will have enough money to pay for outside hardware, and any unexpected medical bills.
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If Stellvias push to corporate independence is followed by other large companies, the BGC Knight Sabers will fit Fenspace very well I think. A good amount of stealth materials on the inside of the hardsuits can make sure the persons are not easily identified, even in Fenspace. And it will be interesting to see how the story about TITANIC works out.
Dartz Wrote:Mostly because Jet, as a character, needs a goal in her life. Up until 2015, Jet's just sort of stumbled or been blown forward by outside forces, but what does Jet actually aim for?

While none of this will actually happen in the current season, Jet does start slowly working towards establishing things needed to pull it off, learning and honing the skills she needs, and generally building up the XP required to do it right. It's a little bit rough, mind. And it takes from 7-10 years to actually get it done.

Sounds good to me - this doesn't step on anybody else's toes (that I know of), and it's completely in-character for Fenspace.

Dartz Wrote:Anyone can hire Survival-Shot out. Fees are charged hourly, and based on damage and gimmicks employed. The training centre is available to reputable groups and teaches both offensive and defensive tactics. They also provide for corporate outings, days-out and the like, allowing them to take control of the base defenses against an attack, lead their own assault using non-lethal simulated weaponry, or even hold versus matches.between themselves.

StellviaCorp is known to have run each of its security personnel through Survival Shot exercises at least twice: once as defender and once as attacker. So far, only Security Chief Mishima has successfully completed both exercises - even Noah Scott has failed to attack the facility and "live", although he's defended it successfully three times.
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
I agree, this is a good addition. It might not even be out of place in the main continuity.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

HRogge

Bob Schroeck Wrote:I agree, this is a good addition. It might not even be out of place in the main continuity.
I think it IS material for the "main continuity", its just "infinities" because its for 2020-2025.
Yeah. Plotwise, it's intended to be something Jet's working towards in the background of stories. Seeing to the Stingray identity, maybe attending the auction for her equipment

I could move it forward, but the reason I set it so late is because it gives Jet time to accumulate the resources, connections and skills to actually do it. A more accelerated version might be possible that might bring it closer to the current era could be;

2016; Jet creates Sylia Stingray's ID, and Stingray Motor Engineering is sold to her. Jet begins looking for somewhere to base the group.

A belter mining consortium goes bankrupt, with most of its assets going in a fire-sell. Jet attends the auction, and bids far more money than she has to hand for the non-viable mine.

AC Peters wonders what Jet's up to. Jet tells her.

Jet takes a contract job with the Roughriders in 2017 to pay back a good chunk of the loan on asteroid base.

Jet trains the A-Team using techniques she's planning to use for the Sabers. Jet uses the A-Team to test tactics and ideas for the Knight Sabers. Ford Sierra builds the first Motoroid (As it has an autonomous AI aboard) on 37 Fides.

Jet spends the next 3 years mapping and fitting out the old mine workings in her free time... calling it a 'Holiday home'.

2017; TITANIC has its genesis as a way to automatically map the beehive of disused mine tunnels using a group of Roombas, based off a modified metaverse instance, and some drone control software from Fides. TITANIC continues to expand as Jet acquires more second-hand computer hardware to add to the system, rather than buying something new.

2019; Stingray Motor Engineering funds the purchase and construction of the Knight Sabers Initial hardware.

early 2020; Jets contract-term ends. Ben informs Jet that he's aware she's up to something. A fire on 37 Fides destroys a pair of B1 series aircraft.

2020: Still having to pay the loan secured on the asteroid, Jet founds a martial-arts school in the accommodation block, and establishes Survival Shot.... solely to pay the bills.

Mid-2020: TITANIC expands to control of the defensive and offensive systems within the base, with responsibility for monitoring exercises. Actually named TITANIC.

Mid-2020: 'Sylia' recruits the 4 Knight Sabers and starts training them. (Probably the exact same way OVA Sylia did "SYLIA STINGRAY WANTS YOU"). SME funds construction of 4 modified hardsuits, and the Motorslaves (Without an AI system). Knightwing spotted on a test flight, flees after being challenged by OGJ cruiser. SilkyDoll fitting out complete.

Late 2020: After a few small clients and with the bank knocking on the door threatening to repossess all Jet's work... Survival Shot gets its first big contract training Stellvian security personel

2021: Mia Quincy kidnapped. J.D. Quincy hired Knight Sabers to rescue her. Public debut of the group.

Exactly who the four Knight Sabers are, I'm not sure yet. White could be Jet's Sylia Stingray puppet. One ("Saber Pink") might be an AI. Blue may be a Senshi, and Green might be Ford Sierra.
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The only real problem I see with this is it fitting into Fenspace. I know in a meta sense there's always enough action to provide stories, but in universe Fenspace isn't that large. It's simple enough to handwave away, just have the population grow a bit more to stretch out the various organisations that would deal with things, allowing some gaps.
Other than that, it's a fun idea.
I've been writing my stuff assuming the population of Fenspace is growing pretty quickly, especially now that the Boskone war is over. There's 1.75 million by 2015, and probably rising like a shot. By 2020 (at the earliest,) it's going to have at least doubled if not more. Not just Fen, but nowmundanes coming up looking for paying work.

Although, how fast Fenspace is growing is a matter for the convention as a whole, that's what I've been working off and it's been mentioned in a few stories I've written already.
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That works for me, Dartz. I've been assuming that the population of places like Greenwood, the Crystal Cities, Mars Base Sara, and a few other major habitats, would be breaking the 100,000 each mark by 2020, easily...
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
Buying the big house, big and empty... 2017 or so.

Quote:“That's 250 thousand,” the auctioneer announced, in a dessicated voice. “Do I have 260?”

Jet had the unique experience of watching herself watch herself across the room. Her Sylia Stingray body sat in the crowd, watching herself stood leaning against the wall because no chair would support her

The sock wore an outfit stolen straight from animé Sylia's wardrobe - OVA Sylia of course, not the silver-haired loon. A high-collared, midriff-baring sleeveless blouse under an elegent business suit, just the thing for those into retrofuturistic chic. A tight dark skirt kept things proper below the waist... and made walking a straight up pain. And the hair dye still stank.

Jet could feel her heart pounding. She wasn't sure if it was the tension, or just the requirement to keep all the overclocked silicon in her head from cooking her organics. The concentration required to controls both bodies separate was already starting to wear on Jet's mind. Her hardware just wasn't set up for this level of multitasking, even with the additional computing power built into the puppet.

“260,” the madboy beside the puppet called out.

A Foglio, obviously. And a damned good one. Unlike the traditional steampunks, his gadgets worked.

“260, 270, do I hear 270?”

“270,” Jet said. She was staring down at the madboy the way only a cyber could.

“Don't get carried away,” Ford hissed inside her mind. “We can't go above 400. I think he'll go at least to six.”

“Chigusho,” Jet growled under her breath. Time for plan B. Jet had Sylia Stingray stretch, crossing her legs again, slowly tapping out an unheard beat with her foot.

“270, can I get 280?”

The madboy nodded. Jet was staring him down

“280, can we go to 300?” the auctioneer offered.

Jet was staring into those black, polarised goggles, trying to get a read on how far he was going to go. Sylia was watching him begin to sweat.

“Three hundred,” Jet said.

Sylia put her hand on the madboys leg. He started for a moment. Ahe whispered to him. “Don't you know who that is?”

“What?”

“That's three hundred to the cyber. Do I hear 320?”

“Yeah, 320,” he said, automatically, before returning his attention to the businesswoman sitting beside him. “Who?” he breathed.

“That's Jet Jaguar. Panzer Kunst, from Operation Great Justice.”

“320 to the Foglio. Can I get 340?”

“I like you, so I'ldd give you a credit's worth of free advice; Don't try to go with her.”

“Why?”

“She's backed by her faction to buy a training centre. The only way she'll back out is if she's paying stupid money, and that'll leave you holding a 300k asteroid for near a million,”

300 thousand was the guide price.

“340,” Jet said, unphased. Keep the poker face.

The Foglio glanced over at her, at the cyber at the wall still staring straight through him.

“You're supposed to be a Genius,” Sylia prodded. “Guess what'll happen when people find out you ended up paying twice was this rock's worth?”

“340, it's at 340... can I get 360?”

He was looking right at the Madboy.

“350.” the madboy offered.

Jet smothered a smirk. She'd gotten him thinking about limiting the damage. That was the crack. She just had to lever it often. You don't spend three years as a troubleshooter without learning a few things about manipulating people.

“360,” Jet called out, before the auctioneer had a chance.

The speed of it startled the Foglio. He glanced over at her, then at Sylia.

“Trust me,” Sylia said, fixing him with brilliant blue eyes, “You'll get caught up in it and outbid her only to make yourself look the fool in front of every Madboy out there.”

Sylia's voice was soft, almost unconcerned. It didn't matter to her.

“Why?” he hissed.

“I said, I like you,” Sylia whispered. In an occasional acquaintance sort of way. “I thought you should know what you're up against.”

“The bid stands at 360. Do I have 370?”

A few moments went by. The auctioneer scanned the crowd. A few of the Greenwood executives where whispering between themselves.

“370,” the madboy said, tentatively.

“Unless of course, you want a Pyrrhic victory. Don't forget, there're plenty more rocks in the belt.”

“370. That's 370. Can I get a 380?”

“380,” Jet said, calmly. She looked to be just getting into her stride. I could go all night, that's what she was trying to broadcast.

“Of course, that's your decision, not mine. But part of poker is knowing when to fold, and not letting your ego write your cheques..”

“380.. 380 to the floor. Can I get 400?” the auctioneer requested.

The madboy was thinking. Sylia could hear something ticking under his leather jacket, almost like his mind ticking over. He sucked on his lips.

“All done at 380?”

The madboy looked up, looked at Jet, then at Sylia. Jet swallowed... had he figured it out? Now, now was the critical time. The few heartbeats as he thought it over. She slid Sylia's hand up his leg just a little bit... just a slight suggestion.

Jet was backed by a faction that wanted that rock. Jet was backed by a faction that had pockets enough to order their own Space Shuttle. Jet wouldn't back down off the table until things had gotten to stupid money. And if he pushed her to the point where she'd back down, he'd be the one paying silly money for an empty rock.

Jet hoped that's what he was thinking.

She made conscious effort not to move.

Come on you bastard, make the natural choice. You're not going to outbid a faction, don't even waste your time trying. Don't you dare call my bluff.

“Once,” said the auctioneer. “Twice,” Jet stared him down. “All done at 380?” Last chance. “Sold!” The hammer fell with a gunshot crack, “To the lady in the white armour for 380 thousand”

“Let her feel like the idiot,” Sylia soothed.

Jet was grinning. She quietly slipped out of the room, leaving her puppet alter-ego behind for a few more minutes.

“Ford,” she radioed. “I got the thing. I got the rock!”

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Former Mayor and CEO of the defunct New-Birmingham asteroid mine, Jacob Pinkard heaved a sigh, which was immediately swallowed by the dry, rusting air of the landing bay. He was short, stocky with a cheerful demeanour that did it's best to hide the fact that he was a man who had just witnessed his life's dream and work torn apart by like carrion for the corporate vultures.

“Well,” he said in his deep drawl, “I'm afraid we can't give you a map of the workings down below, they took the computers before we could get printouts for ya Miss Jaguar,”

“It's no problem,” said Jet, staring into the distance, feeling just a little ashamed for picking the bones of a good man's dream.

The landing bay though, was huge. Floodlights were stars on a rough rock ceiling.

It had been blasted out to accommodate the largest bulk ore carriers in Fenspace, with direct access to the ore-plant in another cavern. The cyber scuffed her metal heels off the steel floor.

“Rockhounds boys took near everything from us in the sale. All the plant, most of the fittings, and everything but the walls and the dome in the accommodation block. The powerhouse is still there, so there's gravity, electricity and oxygen through the rock, but not much else.”

Jet just nodded. The big solar-thermal generators couldn't be removed, and without removing them, it wasn't possible to get the oxygen and gravity systems. A stroke of luck really. A gantry crane spanned the bay, also too big to remove, BIG BEA printed on it in big, black letters. It was designed to move tonnes of ore at a time. Even with the gravity field turned off it needed to be strong to handle that much mass.

“If you don't mind me asking, Miss Jaguar, what do you plan to do to this place? It's not viable for a mine anymore, not even Rockhounds could make it profitable,”

“Why're you asking?” Jet responded.

“Well,” he smiled, “I'd hate to see a decent person like yourself left ruined by this old stone,”

“I was hoping to set up a martial art's school in the accommodation block,” Jet said. “And what I paid for this, I would've had to pay to stake a claim on my own rock and outfit it up and it still wouldn't have been half what's here.”

The ex-Mayor nodded, stroking thoughtfully at his chin. “Still, it must've been a hell of a loan,”

Jet smirked, “Who ever heard of a bank giving a loan to someone who couldn't pay it back?”

“Hah!” Pinkard laughed. “Yup. Well I suppose I'll just have to wish you luck. I hope the ol' stone is better luck for you than it was for us,”

“Thanks,” Jet said, making a conscious effort not to look at him. She was head and shoulders taller than him, and really didn't want to feel like she was looking down at the poor guy.

He offered a handshake, which Jet carefully accepted, trying not to break bones.

“Well,m be seeying you I guess,” he said.

His winnebago was a little white dinky toy lost in the bay.

“Laters man,” Jet responded.

She listened to him leaving, the RV's engines whining up with a turbine howl. it didn't even bother lifting off, it just turned and drove off towards the hatch leaving a haze of dust behind it.

Jet felt like a shit. She felt like the worst example of capitalist piggery, eating from the trough of other people's misfortunes. The whole town was leaving for the final time, leaving just herself alone on an asteroid with living quarters for over a hundred.

She knew she hadn't evicted them. Jet'd even offered to let them stay, but they had to leave. The receivers took all the furniture and fittings from their homes and sold it all off to meet the mine's debts. There was nowhere for them to stay anymore.

Jet the robber baron. Shit. she kicked a pebbled and it launched airborn, arcing away before landing not even halfway to the far end. It clattered to the floor, echoing in the vast tomb she stood in.

Rocks were cheap in space. Just stick a transponder on the one you want and call it yours, provided no-one got there first. Actually fitting the things out to live on, that was the expensive part. Expensive in money and time.

They could've spent the same amount on a virgin rock, and not have gotten a tenth of what was there.

What was it Jacob had said? “That's Capitalism, Jet. One man's loss is another's opportunity,” The Winnebago left through an airlock built into the main door, sirens and alarms sounding out one last time before the hatch slammed shut.

Jet was left alone in the loading bay.

It was still a crying shame. She paced around the bay, glancing at the overhead galleries, and airlock-sealed passages leading away down into the mining works, storage bays and hangars.

For hiding a secret base, it was perfect.

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The accommodation block was beyond dark. Even the lighting had been sold off. Ford was navigating solely by torchlight, a bright pool of blue light in jet-black passageways.

“Like some shitty horror,” she muttured to herself, picking her way forwards through the gloom. A cold breath exhaled along the corridor, chased by the distant boom of a slamming door. It sent chills through her body, shadows morphing into giegeresque monstrosities in her perpiheral vision.

The walls were painted a soft white, with a blue stripe at waist height, Jet's favoured colours. The floors where an industrial green with a fading sheen. Emergency lowlighting had long since run out of power, but glass strips still slashed with arcing sparks of reflections thrown off by her torch.

She found a door and shouldered it open, near falling into a room. Bright sunlight stabbed at her eyes, chased by a heat that made her feel like she'd jumped into the flash of an atomic bomb. Blinking, it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust.

Sunlight was pouring through three portholes looking out into open space. She glanced around. Nothing but bare walls and dangling wires taped off for safety. There were obvious marks on the wall where a cooker had once been. Ventilation ducts crossed the ceiling to exhaust any fumes.A strange distant thunder seemed to roll through the ductwork, chased by a breath of fresh air as the air-recirculators kicked back in. Piping for a sink and dishwasher had been left orphaned and sealed off, while a dirty square on the floor marked where the refrigerator had once been.

It was the worker's mess. It still smelled of seven years worth of French fries. It was a smell that seemed to be painted to the industrial walls.

Ford left the door open, like the others, this one allowing a shaft of sunlight to illuminate the corridor behind her. Now she only had to pick her way through a reflected twilight. There was still a load of crap scatteredon the floors... old piping, tools, anything that could've been dropped in a hurry.

She keyed open her comms, speaking through a mic. “Jet, Jet, you got your ears on?”

“Yeah, what's up,” Jet's voice answered back.

“Looks like I found the first subsurface sections,” she said. “Worker's mess has open windows.” She sighed through her teeth, “And it's about damn time too, I'm getting sick of groping through the dark,”

Jet laughed. “There's fuck-all left in the control room. I've got generator control, some of the external doors, a lightspeed radio set and a lot of bare walls and empty racks.“ a pause. “I think I might be able to get emergency lighting, gimme a second.”

A moment passed. Ford made her way to the next door, shining her light up at the label plate.

“Infirmary,” she read, then kicked it open with a bang. Sunlight exploded into the corridor, chased by a screaming klaxon alarm. She damn near launched out of her own boots, cursing as a bolt of fear shot through her body riding a wave of adrenaline.

Yellow lights pulsed in time with the alarms, throwing rotating shadows which flashed and slashed around the edges of her vision. Cursing, she reached reflexively for her gun. Pressure doors swung shut with a hollow bang.

“What the hell?” She fiddled with her mic. “Jet, was that you?” she demanded.

“Yeah, my bad,” Jet responded.

“You scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry,” Jet said, calmly. “All the controls are gone, I'm mucking around in the relay box here with jumper cables and my fingers. Just.... one... minute..”

The alarms died a moment later.

“Jet....”

Something snapped and crackled in the background. “Chigusho! Stupid thing. Come on!”

The lights jammed full on, illuminating everything with a golden hue.

“And the doors?”

“I cut the power to the locks. They should open when you push them,”

Ford pushed the door with the rubber sole of her boot. No use risking getting electrocuted because Jet's being a bit madgirl with the local power supply. It latched open and she edged past.

Medicine cabinets still hung on the walls, but except for a few containers of guacamole, all the medicines and equipment had been taken. A laminated poster still taped to the wall advised what to do if caught in a handwavium spill.

Think happy thoughts, Ford thought.

She left each door she passed latched open, before reaching the end of the level. The elevator was still offline. Take the stairs. She blew a sigh through her lips. It was ten flights up to the next level.

“Jet, did you give any thought to how we were going to maintain this?”

“Huh?”

“Seriously, have you seen the size of this place? There isn't a chance in hell we'd ever use a tenth of this. But everything is going to have to be kept clean and mould free, even the parts we're not living in.”

Jet groaned, “Y'know, I really didn't think about that,”

“I know,”

Jet thought for a few moments.

“Well, either the Island'll sell us a bunch of Fisherbots, or we can pick up something from AC. We were going to have to get something to map the mines anyway, and we've got space in the budget.”

“Right. And it'll have to he something that can be left unattended because with that contract job we had to take to pay for all this...”

She felt a growl rise up her thought. The fan in the shaft squawled out it's own rhythm begging for a drop of oil, while reminding her of a Ukrainian FPS she'd once played. In the golden light, it was just a tad unnerving.

The plan made sense on day one. It made sense back on Sara. Getting this rock had seemed like a stroke of luck. A mansion for the price of her old Bridgeport home, it was Bart Simpson buying the old factory for a buck, but shit was it ever going to be a pain.

The rent from the garage would help. Worst comes to worst, it was the fallback in case it all collapsed.

Res' Level 2, a sign on the wall informed her, offering a map. There was living space for nearly a hundred families up on both of these floors. There'd been a school, a gymnasium... a bar. She focused her torch in on that part of the map.

She blinked. “Holy shit,”

Probably all been stripped. Even the machine shops had been stripped bare. It felt like she was walking through a ghost town. Elbow open a door, and she was stepping into someone's apartment. A combined kitchen-living area with a stunning view of the asteroid's magnificently desolate surface out a bay window big enough to drive a truck through led into a master bedroom - bare. Opposite that, judging by blue skies and clouds painted to the wall, was what had been the children's bedroom.

There were three more apartments, all pretty much identical to each other. Part of the corridor wall had been painted with a mural of a verdant green field, spotted with cloud-like sheep. A storeroom still had some cleaning supplies in it. And a rat.

That just underscored it.

Even if they sealed everything but the top level off, the rats would still find a way to live. They'd get into the wiring, into the ventilation. Wiring would start to corrode. Damp and mould would eat away at seals. Given time, they'd find themselves living on the clean veneer on top of a rotten table.

She kicked open the next set of doors she reached... a pair of double doors.

It was a gymnasium. The entire roof was glassed over, giving a stunning view of space.

There was a place to set up stunning workshop. There was the gymnasium where Jet could have her school set up. There were apartments. There was an empty shopping area; old company stores, naturally. There was even the remains of a cinema. All of them were bare walls, and the occasional orphaned cabinet or chair.

But god damn.

They'd bought an entire bloody mining town.

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The Mayor's house was outside, up on the surface. It was in the traditional American panelled-style, and looked to have been brought up piece by piece. Two stories, with storm windows and a shingle roof, painted with a brilliant whitewash.

It sat in the centre of circular dome, about 700 metres in circumference. Young trees were growing wild. Flower beds were getting rough. The grass lawn was growing wild and was in desperate need of mowing. A steel playground was silent.

Ford's truck was sitting idle in the driveway in front of the house, a momentary picture of American affluence.

Jet, using her puppet body, was lying on the grass with her eyes closed, almost naked except for underwear, looking almost like a corpse.

Ford traipsed over, wondering for a moment just what she was doing there like that..

“It's real grass,” Jet said, without even opening the puppets eyes. “I forgot what it felt like.”

Ford sat down beside her. God damn that was cool and soft. She could close her eyes and inhale, and it almost smelled like the local park back home, mixed with concrete dust and metal.

“Why you wearing underwear?” She asked. “It's only us out here,”

“Would you like me to take it off?”

“Maybe,” Ford began to twirl a few strands of hair through her fingers. “Maybe later, I'm still covered in dirt and rat-shit from that dungeon crawl.”

She flopped down into the dirt beside Jet. Their stuff hadn't even filled the house. How were they supposed to fill and entire asteroid? Something about it felt staggeringly lonely and quiet. Even Jet's puppet had stopped breathing. There was no bustle of activity like Sara. There wasn't even a breeze from any ventilation ducting.

The worst thing about the big house, was how empty they always felt.

“We own this, Ford,” Jet said softly. “We own every single bit of it.” she rolled over suddenly, drawing close enough for Ford to smell the soap on her body. “We can do whatever we want to it, and not worry about agreements, or local quirks or being too loud for the old man who doesn't appreciate the howl of a rotary engine at full power.”

“It belongs to the bank, technically,” Ford deadpanned.

“Spoilsport,”

“Still,” Ford said. “It is kinda cool.”

“So if I want to build a quad-bike track on the lawn?”

“Go right ahead,” Ford laughed. “But only if I get a full firing range for my future gun collection when we make it big, and a museum for the cars I'll buy...”

She was counting them out on her fingers.

Jet snorted “And maybe some kind of death ray, since we need to do something with all that spare electric power. We're only running one of four generators, and that's at just above idle. And maybe a staff of sexy gynoids who call me ojou-sama,” she smirked.

Ford punched her in the shoulder. “I love that body. It means stuff like that actually hurts you,”

“We're going to need some way of filling this place up,”

Ford sat up, then glanced around at the house sitting there. “Well, I'm sure we could have a hell of a housewarming here for a start”

“Who we inviting?”

“Who do we know?”

“Sounds like a blast.”

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Darn... was hoping people would respond to that.

Anyway, most Knight Saber details have been wikified, including setting the settlement on 77 Frigga, a horrible pun involving Titanics and Icebergs, The Knightwing, Sylia, and some other details edited to fit the revised timeline of Jet's life. I still need 3 other Knight Sabers... and to make them more than bit players. How Jet-designed tech differs, and I forget because I'm tired.

"Nené", Likely an AI hired by Jet in the same manner.

"Linna", A stardancer, third place in Jeannes Dance last year.

"Priss", somebody with a reason to hate Zwilniks...

AC, and Benjamin Rhodes definitely know that Jet is behind the Sabers (They supplied some of the hardware), more than that know, but anyone else depends on someone coming up with a good reason for knowing.

Finally, the first story I've got planned for them involves Maico Tange chasing a scoop... That should be enough for tonight. Any thoughts? Corrections?
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Pity this post-dates Legend of Galactic Girls -- I'd love to see Lisa Vanette interact with your Sabres.
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Dartz Wrote:Darn... was hoping people would respond to that.

Anyway, most Knight Saber details have been wikified, including setting the settlement on 77 Frigga, a horrible pun involving Titanics and Icebergs, The Knightwing, Sylia, and some other details edited to fit the revised timeline of Jet's life. I still need 3 other Knight Sabers... and to make them more than bit players. How Jet-designed tech differs, and I forget because I'm tired.

"Nené", Likely an AI hired by Jet in the same manner.

"Linna", A stardancer, third place in Jeannes Dance last year.

"Priss", somebody with a reason to hate Zwilniks...

AC, and Benjamin Rhodes definitely know that Jet is behind the Sabers (They supplied some of the hardware), more than that know, but anyone else depends on someone coming up with a good reason for knowing.

Finally, the first story I've got planned for them involves Maico Tange chasing a scoop... That should be enough for tonight. Any thoughts? Corrections?
I have to wonder if it would be too tropey for Nene to think this was cool, and pine to join "back" up with the Knight Sabers after they become public... it might be too dangerous for her to actually join as "The Nene" in terms of people who would wonder.
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"You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor
Well, unfortunately, I didn't know Fenspace even existed back when LoGG was plotted out, and have been doing my best to stay out of it's way, and other ongoing stories.

It wouldn't surprise me if Nené is at least on their side in some capacity, probably from meeting Mackie in Hacker Underspace when he first logged in to say Hi.... It's not really tropey, considering Jet is going out of her way to imitate the OVA's as much as possible, right down to the people she recruits. Danger-wise, probably not so much... though she's probably had a few too many people hunting the Sabers knock on her door going for low-hanging fruit for it to have gone beyond amusing and into annoying.

Also

Sylia: "I am not that silver-haired lunatic!"
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Dartz Wrote:"Priss", somebody with a reason to hate Zwilniks...
Vivio?

On second thought, maybe not - she's busy with Catgirl Industries.

Dartz Wrote:Finally, the first story I've got planned for them involves Maico Tange chasing a scoop... That should be enough for tonight. Any thoughts? Corrections?
Thus letting Maico be the Lisa to Jet's Sylia... I like.

JFerio Wrote:I have to wonder if it would be too tropey for Nene to think this was cool, and pine to join "back" up with the Knight Sabers after they become public... it might be too dangerous for her to actually join as "The Nene" in terms of people who would wonder.
"So..."

"Yes?"

"Nene Romanova. Knight Sabers. Are they connected?"

"Nah - too obvious."

"Then who?"

"The casino on Stellvia is giving 20:1 that an Ayanami of some sort is in one of the suits."

"Speaking of obvious."

"Yeah. 100:1 that they're all Ayanamis."

"So who do you think's in the suit?"

"Me? I think they're bots, not suits. They're all AIs."

"I think you're crazy."

"Okay, smart guy, who do you think is in the suits?"

"Well... Has anybody ever seen Saber White and A.C. Peters in the same room at the same time?"

"And you called me crazy."
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"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

HRogge

robkelk Wrote:Vivio?
Theoretically possible... but it would be difficult to hide the tail.

Quote:On second thought, maybe not - she's busy with Catgirl Industries.
There might be at least some support connection between both groups, even if CI doesn't know who the Knight Sabres are. Jet can vow for them, thats good enough.

The fact that some catgirls are often looking for people that test some new things and the open bounty on catgirl slavers (thats mostly paid in goods and services) provide another interesting option.

And there might be some sports connection (which might be disclosed later when I published some other files first). Wink
Rob.... mind if I snatch that for the story? Anyway, it'll be from Maico's POV, probably a recording of her hunt for the Sabers.

One of Maico's videos of the Knightwing clearly shows it with it's bay doors jammed open, and a pair of exocomps trying to fix an obvious hydraulic leak. She got the footage through dumb-luck mixed with deduction, a crazy risk and a damn good lens. Which naturally leads her to CGI's doors trying to find sales records for them....

She's already been to the Roughriders, where Ben explained exactly what happened to those two wrecks, and has hit up known hardsuit builders. That probably brings her first contact with Jet. The plot grows...
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Dartz Wrote:One of Maico's videos of the Knightwing clearly shows it with it's bay doors jammed open, and a pair of exocomps trying to fix an obvious hydraulic leak. She got the footage through dumb-luck mixed with deduction, a crazy risk and a damn good lens. Which naturally leads her to CGI's doors trying to find sales records for them....

She's already been to the Roughriders, where Ben explained exactly what happened to those two wrecks, and has hit up known hardsuit builders. That probably brings her first contact with Jet. The plot grows...
Hehehe... I see the potential for a lot of funny stories. Smile
Quote:"The casino on Stellvia is giving 20:1 that an Ayanami of some sort is in one of the suits."

"Speaking of obvious."

"Yeah. 100:1 that they're all Ayanamis."

"So who do you think's in the suit?"

"Me? I think they're bots, not suits. They're all AIs."

"I think you're crazy."

"Okay, smart guy, who do you think is in the suits?"

"Well... Has anybody ever seen Saber White and A.C. Peters in the same room at the same time?"

"And you called me crazy."
"Maybe I am. So, do you think they're Roughriders Ayanamis or Greenwood Ayanamis?"
"Huh... I'd say 80/20 it's Roughriders. This is more their kind of stunt."
"True. Greenwood'd use catgirls instead."
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Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
Dartz Wrote:Rob.... mind if I snatch that for the story?
Feel free...
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
Since we need something more than faceless suits, now for the individual Knight Sabers themselves.

Quote:Hardsuit standard pattern, based on Stingray Project.

Standard equipment.

General style matches the appearance of Bubblegum Crash-era suits.

Twin-engine backpack, stabilising wings, with maneuvering jets on the end of the wings and in the bootheels. Machined battlesteel armour, with a monofilimant-resistant outer plate. Onboard expert system, derived from the current Stingray Project version, incorporating an auto-stabiliser module and a number of other software goodies raided from the project archives. Integrated OGJ-standard encrypted comm's, radar, enhanced vision and spatial navigation systems.

High power flat-actuating linear motors are the only real obvious boost over the open-source Stingray... and are capable of matching Jet's waved performance, even with the mass of the battlesteel.

Jet uses battlesteel as the armour base despite it not being as light or resilient as the waved cermets used in the Roughrider suits. Forged billet battlesteel is easier to handle, while the cermets used for the Roughrider armour were, in Jet's words.... a total bitch to work with. The improved performance wasn't worth the improved effort.

All require skintight innerwear to operate. Each suit is specifically and finely tuned for it's wearer, and Jet swears it'sthe fine tuning that's responsible for the performance boost, and not any specific upgrade. An unusual strain of ‘wavium might also be having an effect...

Most of the individual systems are bought in...usually under cover of being equipment for Survial Shot. Jet only builds the basic hardsuit structure in-house. It also forever annoys Jet that she can't get the voices to mach the suit's colour.

Top Speed is increased to .125C or so. Strength and speed are better. Battery life is a little worse.

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Saber White: Sylia Stingray (Jet Jaguar puppet)

Standard. Both manipulator arms are equipped with knucklebombers and rapier blades, and a single coilgun. Anklebomber with thrusters assist. Was the first "Crash" hardsuit built.

Speaks with: Michie Tomizawa's voice.

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Saber Blue: Daryl Haur.

Senshi. Former Senshi OF-5 troubleshooter, before her partner Knight was killed in a Zwilnik raid. Was a bit bemused (to be polite) at what Jet was doing and thought she was a bit crazy to try forge her team in the exact same image as the animé, but on the gripping hand figured it a good way to get her revenge.... She's personally honourable, and still tries to stick to the love and justice ethos.... with far more emphasis on justice. She's slowly putting together a racecraft based around an F104 with fusion boost and a recovered Roughrider's engine.

Cover: OpFor "commanding officer" for Survival Shot,

Blond hair, green eyes, a little on the short side but not too much. Very ‘natural' appearance for Fenspace. Left handed.

+ Fen independence, asteroid racing, ‘killing' BNF's in Survival Shot.
- Zwilniks, especially those linked to Asmodeus Grey.

Hardsuit: A Visual derivative of hardsuit Priss.
Blue. 3 main engines. Triple railgun manipulator left arm. Defensive retractable rapier in right manipulator arm. Anklebombers with thrusters assist

Modular weapons systems: Over the shoulder spike-shooting railcannon, or an arm mounted rocket-propelled grenade launcher. Accompanying targeting systems.

Speaks with Ryoko Tachikawa's voice.

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Saber Green:
Kotono Ito: Stardancer. Physiotherapist. Registered first-aider Failed to qualify for Jeanne's dance thanks to a broken ankle.... was approached by an odd woman in a business suit soon after. Find her role exciting.... it's thrilling. And she knows... despite some of the inane missions they're hired for... they often end up doing good. Has a mild avaricious side, kindled when she first saw what Sylia was paying her. Is a little worried she's slipping into the role too much.... the 80's fashions are infectious.

Athletic. Dark haired, has to forever tie it back, hazel eyed.... a little bit tall, with long legs and a tight figure. “Padded hardsuit” jokes.

* Self-righteous. Doing what she believes is right.... Zero-G gymnastics. Half decent cook. Leg warmers. Cleanliness.
- Fresian blouses. Dirt.

Her Cover: Runs pre-battle warmups and physical training... and handles any injuries that occur on Survival Shot. Most are light, such as muscle strains and the like. Anything heavier, she refers to a nearby specialist.

Hardsuit: A visual derivative of Hardsuit Linna.

Essentially follows the standard pattern. A rapier is in the left manipulator arm, while the left is equipped with knucklebombers and a pair of coilguns. A pair of monofilimant ribbons have been mounted to snap-retractable spools on the forearms, and are used much like a gymnast's ribbons. Has been fitted with a flexible toe at Kotono's request, and the auto-stabilisers removed.

Speaks with Aya Hisakawa's voice.

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Jet considered trying to hire the red Saber the same way Sylia did.... with a puzzle laced through the interwave, considered the calibre of intelligences she'd be going up against, then concluded this wouldn't work. Jet originally asked Ford to take the position for their first two missions.... which went alright, until the Third mission. They were hired by a madboy who wanted his stolen Mecha back...

Saber Pink: “Anika Daini,”

Anika was created by a William Flint, a madboy. Anika escaped, stealing Flint's Battroid prototype in the process. The Knight Sabers were hired to recover the Battroid intact. When the Battroid was tracked down, they discovered that Anika was not his girlfriend, but his android, kept against her will. Needless to say the Space Patrol were quietly informed, and he was publicly arrested. While the Sabers kept the fee for the job.

Aniki joined the Sabers, taking the role of technical specialist. She's still learning the job, learning on the job, but is steadily worming her way through the underspace. She's perky, cheery, and enjoys her freedom... and seems to project this optimism that endears her to everyone around her.

Hair, flaming orange wavy. Golden eyes. Very fresh faced.

As she was designed to do.

Cover: System's operator at Survival Shot.... usually the voice on the other end of ATC. Was the one who made TITANIC reasonably secure as part of her ‘welcome to the space' project, and is forever cleaning up Jet's attempts at software.

+ Freedom. Parfait. Curiousity. New experiences.
- Madboys. 'Internet drama'

Hardsuit: Pink.

Jet only built the basic structure. CGI supplied the Eezero core and gravity drive. supplied the computers and interfaces. Exactly where and who Jet bought all the parts off of, Jet's not saying, but it's obvious she didn't do all the work herself.

The Pink hardsuit is essentially unarmed, being equipped only with a coilgun and a rapier blade for self defence. The Pink hardsuit excels in information warfare, being equipped with a number of technologies to improve the interface between its wearer and any hardware....

There are dedicated hard data connections a wireless interface, a full suite of ECM and ECCM, and electronic surveillance and eavesdropping equipment. The comm's range is boosted and set up for LPI operations.

The piece de reistance, is a side effect of the Ezero core, the suit can project a forcefield capable of temporarily protecting the wearer while they're busy. Unfortunately, with the field up, the hardsuit must remain in the same place.

Meanwhile, Anika is still learning.... the hardware is still much better than her skills.

Speaks with Yoshiko Sakakibara's voice.

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Jet's only building the basic hardsuit structure in house. Anybody supplying components to the hardsuits can known if Jet is behind the Sabers if they want. Anybody supplying parts to the Pink hardsuit *will* know. Anyone in underspace who's helping Anika learn has a good reason to be suspicious, and might find out if they dig a little deeper....

I want 3 people like the original Sabers... but not too like them, if that makes sense. Any suggestions?

And I'm sure I'm missing something.
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Dartz Wrote:Jet only built the basic structure CGI
ARGGG... I will never get rid of this abbreviation again... Wink

Quote:supplied the Eezero core and gravity drive.
Eezo core... or Element Zero core... or Mass Effect core.
Dartz Wrote:Jet's only building the basic hardsuit structure in house. Anybody supplying components to the hardsuits can known if Jet is behind the Sabers if they want. Anybody supplying parts to the Pink hardsuit *will* know. Anyone in underspace who's helping Anika learn has a good reason to be suspicious, and might find out if they dig a little deeper....
As far as I can remember, the only named group that builds custom computers in Fenspace are the folks on Prometheus Forge. (Not to say they're the only group doing this, just that they're the only group said to be doing this.)
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
Hmmm... Gina or Lebia would probably be helping Anika out with her training regimens.
I suspect Nene will also be helping out, at least in Underspace, until something is asked in the training that makes her go, "hey, wait just a minute, that sounds suspiciously like something I had to do under the heat of fire once." Wink
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