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Gamma

If you can't do something smart, do something right.

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a character in “Building The Wall”, as played by Fabricator

Description

Gamma



❝Well, my days of not takin' ya seriously are certainly comin' to a middle.❞




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| Code Name |
"My designation is Gamma. That is all.”
Gamma

| Age |
"I’ve been alive for the average duration of two solar cycles.”
22

| Gender |
"Given that it’s one or the other, I’d hope the answer would be obvious.”
Female

| Role |
"I was chosen to assist due to my ‘unusual’ skillset, and because knowledge is power. An explosive doesn’t go down badly either.”
Gamma; additional member of the team for unspecified purposes, primarily classed as a Non-Specialist Member.

| Appearance |
"What you see is what you get, but what you see isn’t always what your brain gets told.”
Gamma is a girl of 4’ 9” weighing about 110lbs with reasonably short brown/black hair with hazel coloured eyes.
Out of armour she tends to wear simply overalls with a black tank top, and has a habit of absentmindedly having one strap hanging down by her side while working and keeps her hair wrapped in a thin bandana.

In armour she tends to wear a formfitting armoured bodyglove with an addition suit fitted over the top made of several tough sections locked together to form a hardwearing Carapace with several of the more bulky plates linked to the main suit with a mesh-weave between the two to help enable a more agile movement in the carapace armour itself, and if needed allow for these sections to be removed in combat situations for an even greater level of mobility at a cost to durability.

The bodyglove that she wears is enough armour in itself that it can be worn under civilian clothing without much difficulty in a similar way to a protective armoured vest that instead covers her from neck to feet.

| Personality |
"”
WIP.

| Equipment |
"There is no problem that cannot be solved by the use of high explosives.”

Her main weapon is an ASIT heavy assault rifle with an under-slung shotgun or grenade launcher attachment, both of which she keeps with her should the need arise for a change. The rifle itself is capable of single shot, semi-auto and full-auto firing sequences and is fitted with several different loaders for alternate situations, as well as allowing for addition loaders to be switched out with fresh ammo or different ammo. This ammo ranges from armour piercing, toxic rounds to infect wounds and stop them closing, incendiary rounds to ignite living tissue on contact, explosive rounds to cause maximum damage and Tempest ASIT rounds which are designed to overload and mangle any mechanical or electrical system. The rifle itself is fitted to hole three specialist loaders of minimal ammo and a primary loader of main ammo.

Her assault rifle is fitted with a custom built scope that incorporates several features allowing for her to focus up to 150m in precise detail, as well as displaying this feed in heat sense, mainly tracking heart rate of living targets and allows for a laser dot to be painted onto a designated target at will and are able to display range read-outs of targets for better aim.

She also carries several handfuls of grenades, mines and other explosive compounds in her satchels ranging from anti-personnel to anti-armour. Each of these grenades has an optional mag-lock a well as timers that can be enabled or disabled remotely via the device built into her wrist.

Strapped to her back between her clusters of mines and grenades is a long, straight sword with a faint curve to the cutting edge of the blade. It’s made of carefully wrought and tempered steel set into place within a titanium handle, coated in rubber to protect against any electrical discharge through the metal. A smaller blade is slotted and sheathed at her right side as well as pair auto-pistols.

She has a set of goggles which usually wind up resting over her forehead when not in use, which differ from the above sights as they are not effective for long range. They are designed to detect heat sources and are also photo reactive to dampen the blinding effects of flash-bang grenades and the like.

A Gravity-Harness is incorporated into her armour to allow a slight displacement field which lasts for roughly ten minutes full burst or can be limited down to several bursts of smaller intervals. It is designed to slow descent from heights in order to minimise fall damage.

Augmentation
Gamma is equipped with several rather simplistic subdural augmentations which act in two ways, the first being a thin but incredibly durable layer of armour beneath the skin to protect from arms fire but primarily from blunt weapon trauma. The second is that when the layer of armour was implanted beneath the skin several of her muscle groups were enhanced with the synthetic grafts which offered addition strength to her limbs, allowing for a slightly enhanced level of strength and reaction time.

After an incident involving {CLASSIFIED} Gamma’s left eye and entire optical nerve was replaced with augmented material to allow her full use of the sense again and to counter the newly acquired imbalance caused by said incident, and is capable of basic monitoring of the Electromagnetic Spectrum and is viewed primarily in monochrome. The eye itself is indistinguishable from a living model save for the slightly unusually widening of the iris.
Her Right arm from elbow down was replaced with a high-tech augmented prosthetic which allowed her to fit a PDA mainframe where her Radius bone would have been located. This device allows for her to control and arm her grenades as well as giving her access to virtual data readouts and map interface. Due to the modification with her optical nerve she has several re-routed nerve clusters which were replaced with augmentation that allow her PDA to feed directly into her cerebral cortex and can display it’s imagery for her alone to see, but the device itself can also change the output to be visible in most forms of the Electromagnetic spectrum for her team-mates if necessary.






My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live

But I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow

I hit the highway in a pink RV with stars on the ceiling
Lived like a gypsy
Six strong hands on the steering wheel

I've been a long time gone now
Maybe someday, someday I'm gonna settle down
But I've always found my way somehow

By taking the long way
Taking the long way around
Taking the long way
Taking the long way around

I met the queen of whatever
Drank with the Irish and smoked with the hippies
Moved with the shakers
Wouldn't kiss all the asses that they told me to

No I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow

It's been two long years now
Since the top of the world came crashing down
And I'm getting' it back on the road now

But I'm taking the long way
Taking the long way around
I'm taking the long way
Taking the long way around
The long
The long way around

Well, I fought with a stranger and I met myself
I opened my mouth and I heard myself
It can get pretty lonely when you show yourself
Guess I could have made it easier on myself

But I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow

Well, I never seem to do it like anybody else
Maybe someday, someday I'm gonna settle down
If you ever want to find me I can still be found

Taking the long way
Taking the long way around
Taking the long way
Taking the long way around


So begins...

Gamma's Story

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The sounds of the city were barely noticeable up here on the fourth floor, just the faint howl of the wind seemed to reach her. And up here unlike the streets below the air could almost be called fresh; though in all honesty it was probably far from it but at the same time it wasn’t exactly cloying and suffocating either. It was one of the few reasons she enjoyed it beyond many of the darker places in the district, but the relative solitude was another since few people spent their time at the ASIT precinct house if they could help it. Even fewer came here to sleep and it came the building an impression of emptiness that attracted her.

She leaned back in her chair, stretching her muscles slightly, working out a couple of kinks that were flaring up a little before returning to what was on the workbench in front of her. Several dozen components were littered across the smooth surface, ranging from fluid injectors to electric generators and fuse triggers. A great many of her grenades and incendiary weapons were usually custom made or altered. Her quarters contained about a half dozen machines that allowed her to retool existing devices to serve her needs, and for the most part it was simply glossed over. After all, as far as she was concerned every problem was usually solvable by the application of a high explosive and so long as that didn’t result in the building she was currently in being reduced to rubble she was relatively clear. Or at least that was the unspoken arrangement.

Just as she picked up her tools again one of the devices on the table began to emit a faint beeping in an attempt to get her attention. Grumbling to herself at being interrupted she reached over and picked up the N transmitter and smiled slightly as the automated voice came through and was slightly distorted into a more pleasant feminine tone as it requested access to transmit a message. She smiled for a moment before responding, as she was somewhat pleased to see that her modifications of the N appeared to be holding for the moment.

”ASIT. Operative Gamma. District 83.”

As the device confirmed her identity the distortion suddenly buzzed a little louder before reverting the device back to its original sound files as it relayed the message stored inside.

“You are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83.”

”Typical, it always defaults after the first sign of interaction.”

She shook her head and picked up her coat, pulling it on over her armour. As she did so she quickly double checked that her sidearm and other tools were sheathed and ready should they be needed. She then reached over and picked up her sword from the table having sharpened its blade earlier and sheathed it into the scabbard that rested roughly down the curve of her spine. She didn’t need to check her equipment too thoroughly as she tended to keep it all locked and loaded in case she was called on duty. After all beyond the toil of ASIT duties it wasn’t like she had much of a life. None of them did, not really.

Jogging down the stairs she made her way into the lower ground level of the precinct and climbed onto her bike, booting up its systems and kicking some life into it. As the engine flared to life she pulled it sideways and turned towards the exit ramp, punching in her codes to open the doorway out into the night-time air. A few minutes later she pulled up outside of the building, kicking out the support leg of her bike before hopping off and making her way towards the main entrance, nodding towards the officers stationed outside to monitor the perimeter. A few moments later she entered the room where three members of the team were already waiting.

”Evening Sir.”

She nodded towards Specter and Angel who appeared to be otherwise preoccupied with a discussion whereas the other member of the team looked to have moved over to investigate the scene directly. Clicking her tongue slightly she chewed on bit of gum as per usual before having a look over the body of the victim and turning to speak with Majestic.

”Well this looks messy don’t it? Any leads or are we firing blind as per usual?”

She smiled a little and knelt down by the body, her eyes tracing over the severed ends of the limbs while her hand toyed with her combat knife.

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#, as written by Citadel
Specter gave a nod to each member of the team as they came in. After going over the likely cause of death with Angel, he turned to the others and said, "Alright, it looks like Bravo, Goblin, Prowl, and Sigma are still uncounted fo-" Before he could finish he felt a vibration in his ear. "Scratch that, Goblin is here." Specter turned on the comm function in his earpiece, allowing Goblin to hear everything being said in the room. Shortly thereafter, a beat cop walked up to Specter and handed him a digital pad. The officer gave a polite nod to those there before returning to his post by the door. "Well, looks like we'll be carrying on without them. Sending the info to your N devices now in case you want to follow along." Specter began pacing back and forth in front of the body as he scrolled through the information on the police pad. It was a habit of his when he was trying to focus. If one were to pay attention, he only took three steps before turning back in the other direction, a sign of someone who was used to small spaces. Not a particularly noteworthy detail, but one that would give an insight into his personal life, something he wasn't very keen on sharing. "Victim's name is... how the hell do I say this? Acacia? Akacia? Fuck it, its spelled Acacia so that's how I'll say it. Acacia Harp Groves, aged 26." Specter's eyes widened as he looked down the at the pad. "She is the estranged daughter of Julius Harp, Chairman of Harp Enterprises. Shit."

Harp Enterprises, hard to go anywhere in Weiss without seeing something with their name on it. As well as being a major producer of electronics, they are one of the cities biggest producers of augments, high-end and low. Their warehouses have been hit like clockwork over the last three months, mostly by the YT's. Due to this, Harp has been putting heavy pressure on the police. Now, with his daughter dead, who knows what move he would pull next? "She was reported missing by the Harp family four years ago. When she was discovered to have ran away with her boyfriend, one Alex Groves, her family disowned her. Actually, I remember this. It was all over the news for a while, 'District 1 Princess goes missing.' In the end, she turned up and made her father look like a fool. That's all we really have on her. after the fiasco a few years ago, she became just another nameless face out here." Specter, raised an eyebrow as he continued down the pad. "Well, here's something interesting. both her arms were Grade D augments, but her leg was a Grade S. It was likely from before she ran away. Ah, here we go. A car accident six years ago, her family's driver died but she managed to survive." Grade S augments were the best money could buy, in a sense. They were the most "human" looking augment on the market. In fact, they were so good it was impossible to tell them apart from an actual limb. "Why take the arms, then? The leg could let someone live comfortably for over a year. The arms would get you a nice hotel room for a week, maybe. Why risk getting caught trying to take her low-end augments? Doesn't make sense. Unless of course, it was supposed to look like she was targeted for her augments." Specter took a heavy sigh and dropped the pad to the floor. "Ah, why can't it ever be easy."

Specter looked at the others. "If she was targeted for her augments, the list of people who would even know about her leg is short. You don't go around babbling about an augment like that, especially not out here. We have three leads, the family, the YT's, and the husband. Goblin and Gamma? You to go talk to the YT's. If you can, try to get in touch with Bravo on your way over and have her...him... just have Bravo meet you there. Harp security has killed more than a few members of the group, wouldn't surprise me if this was retaliation." Specter didn't have to tell them where to go. All ASIT members knew where the YT's congregated within their District. While ASIT did not know the meaning behind the name of the group, nor that of their leader, they knew almost everything else.

Within District 83, the YT's met on Orson, a side street off the main paths that allowed them to get in and out mostly unnoticed. Despite this, they put graffiti all over the three story building, making the secrecy a little pointless. The YT's were a augment-only gang, being a heavy trafficker and modifier of illegal augments. Specter just hoped he wouldn't have more paperwork to do should talks between the team and the gang break down. "Angel, get in touch with Prowl and have him meet you at the husband's place. Their last known address is 56 Hines Street. He's probably the only one save for the family who knew about her S augment. Be careful, we don't have anything on him so we don't know what he is capable of. He managed to smuggle the heiress of one of the most powerful families in the city out of District 1. Proceed with caution. Majestic? You and I will pay a visit to the family." Specter looked down at his right wrist, a small opening appearing. "It is a little past nine. We'll reconvene at the station in twelve hours. However, if anyone finds evidence that this case is linked to someone experiencing CR, contact me immediately. Any questions before we move out?" Specter felt weird giving out orders. He felt even weirder about splitting up the team, but they needed to cover all leads as quickly as possible. In a few hours, the death of Acacia Groves is going to hit the news wire. Despite being disowned, it didn't change the fact that she was the daughter of a man who has made a fortune off augments. Now, with the only lead being that she was killed for her augments, the bitter taste of irony will likely send the media into a frenzy. Specter and the others might not care about Harp or his power, but their superiors did. Specter removed N from his pocket and sent a quick message to Sigma, letting him know that the crime scene wasn't very informing and to meet him outside once he arrived.

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Majestic inclined his head when Specter said he'd give the rundown when most of the squad had arrived. He studied the body further. I’ve seen her somewhere before, possibly on WNN broadcasts. He realized with slight surprise that he didn’t recall anything else about this woman. He noted to himself he had to do better.

He heard someone, another member of the squad, about ten feet away from the door. He could tell by the muffled (not to him) voices of the guards greeting her. Gamma. She reciprocated the the greeting to Specter. Not turning back, Majestic felt Gamma coming up behind him. He tensed slightly, a knee-jerk reaction by now, but allowed himself to relax. He turned his head slightly toward her. Clicking her tongue, she spoke to him.

”Well this looks messy don’t it? Any leads or are we firing blind as per usual?”

“Specter will inform us of the situation once more members of the team arrive.” Majestic replied, as she knelt down to observe the body. Turning his head halfway toward her, he blinked as her file appeared on his Retinal HUD. He didn’t need it, as he had already read through it, but that was the default for the program.

What surprised him most about her was her height. He knew the file said she was 4’ 9” but to encounter her in person was slightly shocking. Majestic knew that he was slightly above average height (as the average male in Weiss was 5’ 10”) but he towered over her, nearly and foot and a half taller than her.

He didn’t doubt her because of that, though. Makes her harder to hit when exchanging fire with enemies. He observed the combat knife she was toying with, not unlike his own. And most problems with strength and the ability to take hits were more than compensated with augments. Something caught his eye. A sword. It was on the equipment list, but he didn’t really think she would carry something like that around.

“Is it really necessary to have to have that on your person?” He asked, gesturing toward her sword. “It would be impractical to use in close quarters combat, since your combat knife would be less cumbersome and easier to perform a killing strike if anyone had gotten that close to you in the first place.” No practical use unless she was trying to be more intimidating. He digressed mentally. Then again, that would be Goblin’s job.

He waited, and listened to her response, then met Specter eyes as he gave information on the situation. When he mentioned who the girl was, he nodded. Ah yes, her. I remember now. Mr. Harp is most likely going to have a major emotional response to this. And with that comes less than optimal judgement. Majestic had also had the unfortunate opportunity to be the subject of a news report, albeit more his actions and less of showing his face and name. He was thankful, as that would’ve made him still infamous to this day. And outside the wall, rotting in one of the prisons.

As he listened, his face grew dark as Specter mentioned the S augment. That would also probably be the reason why there is a 30 minute gap in intellicam feeds. He thought, pulling up the footage. He furrowed his brow, making him look slightly more brooding than that of usual. He broke out of his thoughts and listened to Specter further. Their three leads were the husband, the family and the YT’s. YT. The name confounded him. If there were any latin phrases or acronyms that coincided with the name, he didn’t know any. It frustrated him slightly.

He raised one of his eyebrows as he listened to Specter assign the squad members to their respective leads. Interesting. I would’ve sent Prowl with Goblin, as they are likely to face the highest probability of a gunfight. Then again, Angel probably needs Prowl for his expertise, as the husband is probably very slippery. But why not send one of General Purpose members with Prowl, and Angel with Goblin? If something turns hostile, he would need… He stopped himself. Doubting already, are you? He berated himself mentally. He’d already annoyed the hell out of his last commander with his inquiries. He needn’t start it again.

Specter finished the Sitrep, asking if there were any questions.

“Just one, Commander. Did you bring any means of transport? I came here by foot. My bike is back at HQ. I have been modifying it, something is amiss with the Plasma intake.”

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As she’d knelt to look over the body of the victim her squadmate had replied to her about the situation they’d found themselves summoned to with his usual bluntness coming to the fore.

“Specter will inform us of the situation once more members of the team arrive.”

She could see him watching her as she inspected the scene, and could almost taste his disapproval as if she might disturb something important while his appraisal of her continued. It almost brought a smile to her lips as she waited to find out what their next course of action was. Her momentary reverie was broken when Majestic spoke again.

“Is it really necessary to have to have that on your person?” He questioned her, his hand gesturing toward the sword strapped to her back “It would be impractical to use in close quarters combat, since your combat knife would be less cumbersome and easier to perform a killing strike if anyone had gotten that close to you in the first place.”

She looked up at him, tilting her head slightly as her face widened into a crooked grin.

”Perhaps but a knife can’t cut through heavy armour as easily or as effectively, regardless of the space involved in the combat. Also it gives you the additional range that you lack with the knife, not to mention it feels somehow more… I can’t explain it, honourable perhaps? Not to mention the metal is of a higher quality and specification than the standard issue or the knife.”

Sheathing her knife she stood up, turning towards their commander as he began to speak, the little information they had already about the victim did not bode well and she could well understand Specter’s sigh and grumble at the media shitstorm they’d soon be caught up in if they didn’t find something soon.

“We have three leads, the family, the YT's, and the husband. Goblin and Gamma? You to go talk to the YT's. If you can, try to get in touch with Bravo on your way over and have her...him... just have Bravo meet you there. Harp security has killed more than a few members of the group, wouldn't surprise me if this was retaliation."

”Yes sir, I assume Goblin is airborne and awaiting the moment to make his entrance as per usual? And yes, I know you can hear me Goblin, so let’s make a move.”

She nodded towards Specter and turned to leave, half flashing her crooked smile at Majestic again before walking past the rest of the team and out into the cool night air. Picking N out of her suit she flicked it on and opened a channel to Bravo

”Bravo, I don’t know what the hell you’re upto right now but I want you to meet me and Goblin over on Orson. We got the fun job of having a nice friendly chat with our local group of YT. Lucky us. Over and out.”

With that she pocketed the device and climbed back onto her bike, gunning the engine and rolling off into the night towards the aforementioned street.

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Character Portrait: Specter Character Portrait: Angel Character Portrait: Turquosise Character Portrait: Turquoise Character Portrait: wolf Character Portrait: Sigma Character Portrait: Bravo Character Portrait: Prowl Character Portrait: Goblin Character Portrait: Majestic Character Portrait: Gamma Character Portrait: Angaline Carters Character Portrait: Mari Ayanami
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Mari walks to Specter. /me Hello. My name is Mari.

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Character Portrait: Mari Ayanami Mari Ayanami says,
 “ Hello. ”