An outfit that Zekeuel often dons after escaping. It's something of a spit in the face to his enemies, saying 'look at me now'. It has some basic plating for protection, but little else.
Lightweight powered armor, modular. Lightweight armor that Zekeuel tends to wear when piloting. It offeres substantial protection from hazardous environments, and can easily stop most small-arms fire. Has shielding capabilities.
An outfit that Zekeuel often dons after escaping. It's something of a spit in the face to his enemies, saying 'look at me now'. It has some basic plating for protection, but little else.
'Standard' mechs above. Nothing special.
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A 3rd Gen mecha. Big, heavy, and armed with a Gatling Gun, heavy cannon, and missile launcher. This is a monstrous machine of war, and the first of it's kind, sending mechas in a new direction forever. Mechas were originally designed for construction but some previously unknown backwater malitia modified some of them for war, and they proved so profoundly effective, they set a new standard for warfare... and mecha production. Stands at a colossal 7.5 meters.
An early 3rd Gen mecha. Considered an antique, unlike the Dreg. Not much use on the field anymore, but they're cheap, and often collected by mecha enthusiasts. Quick, despite it's age. Stands at 3.2 meters. Popular for use in death rings, because of how inexpensive they are.
A 3rd generation mecha. Very old, but durable. Some militias still have these in use. Stands at 3.5 meters.
A 3rd generation mecha. Very old, but durable. Some militias still have these in use. Stands at 3.6 meters. Considered to be a direct upgrade from the Dreg by most, it has the same basic design, but with better armor and heavy-duty servos. Surprisingly agile despite this, but not quite so much as the Dreg.
An old, 3rd generation military mecha. Good at jumping thanks to leg thrusters. In a time when weapons were big, clunky, and heavy, a military unit had to be durable, and still maintain some degree of maneuverability. Thus, the M. Kreiger was born. Armed with four different weapon types, it's a walking armory. Holds up well even against 5th gen mechas. 3.7 meters tall.
a 4th Generation mecha. Is very agile, and can jump well. Capable of movement in any direction on a 2D plane. Stands at 3.8 meters.
4th Gen mecha. Flight capable. The first mecha created that was able to take to the skies, and armed with a fully automatic rifle. It set a new standard for all mechas in the future: being able to fight in the sky. It's what set the 4th Gen apart from the 3rd. Mecha technology skyrocketed from there. Stands at 3.5 meters.
4th Gen mecha. Flight capable. Another take at a flying mecha. It was made around the same time, and, while it does fly FASTER than the Blue Angel, it's less sturdy. That's because it's speed is derived from a large set of boosters and jets. Well armed with missiles and twin cannons. 3.3 meters tall.
A late 4th Gen Mecha. Can fly, but not well. The first mecha to ever experiment with energy-based weaponry, it's easily one of the most advanced war machines of it's time. Armed with an energy sword, and plasma-missiles, it can quickly dispatch anything in front of it. Stands at 3.6 meters.
A 4th Generation mecha, capable of limited, but incredibly stable flight. Put simply, it's just an M. Kreiger built with new materials, weapons, technologies, and know-how. 3.8 meters tall.
A 5th Gen mecha and the spiritual successor to the M1-Titan, the Mini Colossus boasts just as much (if not more)destructive firepower, while maintaining a similar degree of armor and superior ground mobility. Uses a combination of wheels and boosters to maneuver quickly along the ground. Ground-Only. Can function in space, just needs to be secured to something. Still very large, at 6 meters tall.
A 5th Gen Mecha. Flight capable. Using the newest materials available, Zealot may have a more classic look to it, but it's far faster and far more durable than past mechas. It's weapons, while small, pack an incredible punch. 3.8 meters tall.
A 5th Gen mecha. Flight capable. It's a mecha designed specifically for the police. Similar to the newest military units, it's modular in design, intended to 'equip' the needed equipment. Stands at 3.6 meters.
5th Gen Machine. While still technically a mass produced model, the Fortune is essentially the equivilent of a supercar compared to a regular car. It can compete evenly against current military machines at the time, but it's technically not a military machine itself, so it can still be sold on the market. It's rare to see one around, however, since they also COST a fortune. Flight capable.
5th Gen military mecha. Flight capable. The military decided to do away with built-in weapons, and instead focused on using new technologies and materials to increase the survivability of the pilots, now that they were becoming more rare. This is the result. Weapons, and more importantly, parts, can be removed and attached as needed for any situation. Stands at 3.8 meters.
6th Gen Mecha. The colonization surge pushed for technological advancement, but it was in new mechas that it really showed. Protection was needed from many threats, so mechas were soon able to the stars as well. The D-92 was first. The first mecha to boast truly all-around combat capability. Uses powerful boosters and stabilizers for high-speed flight, in and out of atmosphere. Can be equipped with a variety of weapons. Space / Flight capable. 4 meters tall.
6th Gen Mecha. Flight capable. Space capable. Atmosphere entry capable. A shock trooper of sorts, the K-47 was the next groundbreaking mecha in the colonization era, capable of entering the atmosphere without assistance due to new materials. 3.9 meters tall.
6th Gen Mecha. Flight capable. Space capable. Atmosphere entry capable. The same series as the K-47, but the Shock was made with newer materials and is far better armed. Still a shock trooper type. 3.9 meters tall.
6th Gen Mecha. Space capable. Flight capable. Atmosphere-entry capable. Combat model for non-military clients. Usually corporations have these. It's specs are close to that of the KG7 Areion, but in a fight, the KG7 would probably win, if properly armed. 3.8 meters tall.
6th Gen military mecha. Flight capable. Space capable. Atmosphere-entry capable. Modular. The latest and greatest military model to date. Don't let the overly-simplistic exterior fool you, it's a war machine through and through, capable of long-range stable flight and high-speed dogfights. Almost every part can be swapped out for any situation.
Personal mech candidates for Zekeuel.
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White Gold's fairly unique among mechas in the fact that is uses absolutely no fuel or kinetic weaponry. Every thing about it is energy based. Instead of a generator, it has a crystalized power core, and instead of guns and missiles, it has lasers, homing lasers, beam sabers, gravity manipulators, and a whole arsenal of energy-based weaponry. It also has incredibly powerful shields. It's frame, however, is pretty flimsy compared to most other mechas. (Candidate for Zekeuel's Mecha.)
A corporation mecha for elite pilots, it's designed to be well-rounded and extremely survivable. Armed with weighted pistons on it's arms, missiles, energy slicers (not swords), its body (yes, that's considered a weapon in this case). It's also installed with the 'Volcanic System', which pushes the mecha to its absolute limits, and even further, resulting in a huge spike in machine performance. However, that system WILL cause Atlas to overheat. (A candidate for Zekeuel's mecha.)
An advanced mecha using strange technology that uses the pilots emotions to change it's frame, and boost it's stats. Custom. It's name means 'warrior'. It is unarmed by default, and has no built-in weapons. It has to use whatever is on hand. Stands at 3.8 meters. (A candidate for Zekeuel's mecha.)
Uncreatively named 'Rounder' because of it's well-rounded (but high) stats. More of a traditional design, that focuses on adaptability. Nothing particularly stands out, but it's a force to be reckoned with with the right pilot. A smaller mecha, at 3.2 meters tall. A custom build. (Candidate for Zekeuel's mecha.)
A custom mecha armed with strange technology. Quite powerful, and definitely custom. 4 meters tall. (A candidate for Zekeuel's mecha.)
Zekeuel Ashmond
Zekeuel was still a young boy when he was sold off. It was at the tender age of ten when he returned home, only for his peaceful life to be turned into one of blood, hate, and brutality.
It wasn't unlike any other day when this young'un was returning from school, excited to tell his parents what had happened that day. But when he arived, instead of his parents waiting for him, he saw men in black suits talking to them. Being a young child, he had no idea that it was a bad idea to walk up at that point in time, but he did. The men immediately saw him, picked him up, and carried him to a van and tossed him in. But not before the small child saw one of the men handing his parents a fat envilope.
When the child emerged from the van again, the first thing he saw was an arena. It was underground, and there were two humanoid machines fighting it out. They were old models, but still combat capable. They were mechas, the things that he'd always wanted to pilot for as long as he could remember. It had been his dream.
Little did he know that piloting those death machines is exactly what was in store for him. For the next eight years, he was a slave to the people who owned the arena, and every day he would get in the cockpit of a mecha, or step out into the arena with nothing, and fight to the death. Against what? That depended on the mood of the boss, and what the fans wanted.
Sometimes, he had to go on foot, and use whatever was at his disposal in the arena just to survive against waves of drones, or other people. Other times, he'd be in the cockpit of an old mecha, and the deathmatch would take place between him and another pilot. The young one emerging unscathed from the arena was exceptionally rare in his early days there. He has the scars to prove it. And even if he did perform well, he'd often get beaten by the guards, since he's expendable. Even these shows of degrading attacks on him were shown. He never went a day without spilling some amount of blood.
The worst part about it was that it was all for the entertainment of the people in the stands, who had paid a great deal of money to watch these brutal and inhumane battles underground and illegially, and never did a thing themselves.
Soon, Zekeuel turned eighteen, and he was still fighting. He was the number one fighter, and he never lost that title. But he was bitter, and angry. He was angry at the people in the stands who are laughing and smiling as someone dies in every battle, he was angry at these people who boo and cheer, and make him fight every day and take lives for entertainment. But most of all, he hated at his parents, who sold him out into this life of slavery and blood.
Often times, he would lay in his cell, should he have the luxury, and plot. He would get out, and kill all the people in the stands, and the ringleader of such an evil place.
And then his day came. After all his waiting, and all his struggles, Zekeuel finally got an opportunity to make his escape. At least, to the history books it would be viewed as an escape. To the boy, it was more akin to revenge. And then escape.
It was a slip-up in security. A single guard was tired, and had forgotten to seal the young fighter's cell. That was all the young pilot needed. He escaped the cell, killed the guard, and stole a mecha from the hangar where they were kept. And with this weapon of war that he was so well conditioned to use, he slaughtered everyone currently in the facility. The only survivors were the other slaves, and The Boss, who had fled.
To this day, the young man's whereabouts are unknown. He was declared missing years ago, after all. But there are rumors of an exceptionally skilled pilot with a rusty old mecha lending his skills for various forms of pay. Sometimes money, other times information. These rumors also tell of how this young man has a terrifying determination in his eyes. Interested? Seek him out, he'll listen if you have enough cash, or information that he wants. Maybe it's our young survivor.