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Ard Ri Wade MacWard Ui MacAodha

Wade MacAodha

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Warr

Description

Ard Ri Wade MacAodha, son of Ward MacAodha, is a young man who few would pick out of the crowds of his people, the neo-gaels of Caladbolg. Medium of build, with shoulders barely wide enough to be intimidating, his muscle is toned enough to be visible without clothes on- military fit one could say, but no more than that. Standing at an average height, five foot and ten inches or so, with about 190 pounds of weight upon him from muscle and his body itself.

His skin, is pale- as so many of his people are, with freckles in places upon his back and shoulders, and scars littering his torso and upper arms. His face is unremarkable, faintly attractive at best, with icy blue eyes and a proverbial bird's nest of messy dark brown hair atop his head. His clothes depend on what he's doing- and will be described in character- in most cases.

Personality

Wade is confident- and only a small portion of this confidence comes from his sixteen years of age. Trained from early childhood for his current profession, that of a warrior, he is fairly gifted mentally and his skill with command is such that no one in his father's fleet or his tribe's colonial holdings even considered challenging his position as his father's heir and replacement when Ward retired from the tribal military to command the entire colony's military forces.

Beyond being confident, Wade is laid-back and friendly, happy-go-lucky despite the fact he has seen more battles than many people twice his age have seen. This is in part because this laid back attitude is a better cure for mental trauma caused by killing a man when you're no more than 10 years old, and seeing others die in horrific accidents or the results there of. He tries to practice compassion, but is more practical than moral in the end, and has no problems fighting enemies with what amounts to deadly force and no warning as to which foot the spear is being proverbially tossed from.

Equipment

Maybe I'll edit this later.

History

His name would've been different once, back on Terra- if his people had stayed there, stayed the way they had been. He would've been 'Wade MacHugh', without the return to the old ways, or turn the imagined form of the old ways. The people of his clann, his tribe, his planet- they were all like him and they were likely as alien upon their old home world as it was to them. These Neo-Gaels had started out colonizing one of the sides in the orbit of Terra, those spacial colony cities which were collectively known as New Terra- and when that still seemed too close to return to their old ways or to keep their traditions strong in their young and as such their offspring.

So they packed up their colonies, and in waves went forward into the stars, colonizing a new planet and embracing those things. A place where a man's name could be remembered in the masses above and where one's father's name was apart of one's own.

Blahblahblah more later.

So begins...

Ard Ri Wade MacWard Ui MacAodha's Story

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#, as written by Warr
His ensign was younger than him, and that was saying something- it said more that the Ensign spoke up once again. Thirteen years old, yet telling his sixteen years old commander once again what to do, or at least voicing protest, his voice squeaking a bit, “Ser, should you really be eating...?” came the lad's call as the other, mostly older, crew worked at their battle stations on this capital ship of the Caladbolg Escort Group, the namesake for the whole group in fact- Caladbolg, or Hardbelly, named for the legendary sword which inspired Excalibur itself back when Arthur Pendragon had was called, Arth who had heard his legend.

There went another spoonful into the delicious, hearty red treat, the icy blue eyes of the commander of the ship forward and at the crew as they worked, sitting upon his raised command chair as if it was a throne- because to his people it was a sort have throne, each man his own King, or Ri, upon his own ship. Wade, Son of Ward, of the House MacAodha, was not one to jump at the beck and call of others- and as the Ensign's eyes flickered from his station once again to look up at his cousin, his words came again. “Ser, should you really be eatin-” and that was as far as he went before Wade's voice came out like a whip crack, more authoritative than an outsider might even consider a boy of his age and height could even produce. Those icy blue eyes became glacial, like cold steel pulled from the hands of a certain lady of the lake, lips curling churlishly as he spooned one more bite- the final one, into his command chair upon the bridge.

“Eran. Each man a king of his own in his own place, that is the way, is it not?” the words came quick, in English but in the cadence that those neo-gaels which their people favored, something that had the legendary brogue of the Irish, Scottish, and Welsh mixed in with fluency in the fey like languages of the Gaels and the old Celts being spoken proficiently in their colonies. It was as much an irritated older brother's statement as it was a commander's, true enough- but it was almost as if he was teasing his cousin, rhyming.

The playfulness of the statement made the Sol Enterprises adjutant upon this ship narrow her eyes in disgust or distaste as she continued standing at the edge of the bridge- her place, the one place for a visitor in their culture. She huffed something to herself, yet her irritation didn't make the sixteen year old even bat an eye. With his reprimand, his cousin had focused on his station, but Wade continued. “Each man has his own rituals before battle. That is why we stopped to allow the men do what they would do, wench, or drink, or pray or bathe or run under the cool grey skies of home before we took this job. There's heavy rewards, but the gods of men are many and each man must commune with his own if there is to be success. My own tells me to eat a hearty meal- Raviolis in marinara sauce in fact, before every battle.”

***

The Adjutant huffed in her irritation once more, and the young man rolled his eyes at her as he went back to lounging in his chair, placing the bowl in the storage bin below it where it would receive no air until they took it out to clean later. The Caladbolg escort group were unorthodox, yes- but that was part of why they would be a help in this manner.

The commands continued to be placed and they were simply following Sol's lead in this, following the fleet in moments after the rest had broke the blockade, and coming forward with full thrusters aiming for the Lagrange points which had been placed. A fleet of no more than twenty ships- some barely twice the size of glorified shuttles, but all ready for battle. As they headed towards the Lagrange points, rifles were checked just as readily as the weapons systems, which were kept on absolute cold in some systems- and barely existed in those double-size shuttles. There only rockets and energy shields existed, but there were reasons for it all. And as the rifles were loaded, people prepared for whatever things would take them, so too came readying, sharpening, equipping more deadly weapons. This boy, a star ship commander- probably looked even more funny than being a young man commanding a star ship in that he had a sword at his belt and a hatchet with a blade big enough it might give an ax a run for it's money strapped at his boot.

As they waited, the child commander simply smiled at their Adjutant, before giving a command, flicking a switch which broadcast it over the long-wave radio of their ships before they split up to reach the two Lagrange points they had agreed to reinforce- four and five. Sol was not their home, and they were as much mercenaries as anything else, but they came to do the job, and so they would do the job.

As things continued, they of course picked up the sights of battle across the planet's upper atmosphere, LADAR, thermal sensors, and long-range video, they all picked it up. Picked up worse as the faint paint-stroke of sunshine against the dark horizon of space that was and could be only be one thing. Nuclear tipped arms.

It made the sixteen year old at the reigns of this whole group grimace- for sure, when his command crew confirmed the obvious assumption.

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Hold formation, defense pattern echo bravo!
Stark repeated as the battle erupted. He stared out at the view before him; the Aschen and the Taiyou were locked in battle in orbit over Terra, and munitions were being slung haphazardly between the vessels.

Combat in space was a funny thing, with the limitless degrees of dimensional freedom being governed by the gravitational pull of massive objects like planets, stars, and kilometer-scale vessels. Predictable orbits relied on mass and velocity, traditional interplanetary travel governed by the state of planetary orbits, and interstellar travel bound by safe lanes of travel through the minefield of gravitational pull and stellar radiation. This lent itself to a wide array of tactics that held their effectiveness through the thousands of years of technological advancement, and this dangerous day would be no exception.

Tac-op, relays orders to prepare the MS for launch. We're going to need their support if this turns sour. How long until the Arks can deploy?


Stark was incredibly surprised at how quickly the battle had begun after the fleet's arrival. He had heard much about the irrationally aggressive militaries that were constantly battling for control over this backwater planet, but he hadn't expected the arrival of a simple transport fleet to be the catalyst of such an epic battle.

Oijanen reports zero three niner, Hentogaira reports ready, and Akhrad reports two seven seconds, sir.
came the response. The result was a sparkle in Stark's eye; the training maneuvers they'd run for the months prior to this operation had paid off, with record time from arrival to systems preparation. He was proud of his crew.

Excellent. Open a channel in response to Nagato.
Stark wasn't about to let some squabble over this backwater jeopardize his mission. The delivery would be completed.

Nagato, this is Deliverance of the 1st SOL Commercial Defense Fleet. We are on a peaceful mission, but are well prepared to match any hostility. Best of luck, over.


Stark's amusing commentary spoke for itself. He had entered the system with full preparedness, and had anticipated interference from the two dominant forces in the region. His previous orders had positioned his elements to deal with this possibility, and now—now—this possibility had become the very real tactical upper hand.

Signal to the Caladbolg to arm weapons and hold at the Lagrangian points. If they...
he paused. Stark stared out at the warring fleets and studied. A great many things could be said about the nature of a man's behavior in the heat of battle.

More than one head turned at Stark's hesitance.

If they aggress, we'll proceed as planned.
Stark said, frowning. He was not pleased about this becoming the massacre it was appearing to have the propensity to be. The maneuvers of the fleets ahead were indicative of massive potential for orbital loss, but perhaps these fleet commanders had not previously experienced or otherwise been aware of the threats that his specialized escort were bringing to the table.

Stark hoped, almost desperately, for the preservation of life in whichever of the few outcomes this engagement would have.

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ITN Nagato (長門)
Yamato II Class Battleship
Flagship and Command vessel of the Imperial 1st Armada
Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto


"Admiral, How do you want to proceed?" Kuwabara spoke up after the transmission clattered on the speakers, the Nagato had just finished a tough knife fight with an Aschen Reverence that somehow managed to slice it's way through the Taiyou formation.

"How do you think I would want to proceed? The Emperor has given us strict orders to maintain this offensive against the Aschen - Naturally they will be our targets. These Civilians, these... Meddlers are not our targets, prepare a reply." He said, lowering himself into the command chair.

"This is Admiral Yamamoto, of the Imperial Taiyou Ship Nagato, we have no quarrel with you or your fleet, but we advise you to proceed at your own risk. If you attack our vessels we will respond in kind. A Force that will crush you like a great Tsunami crushes a city."

Yamamoto then brought his attention to the large map played out before him. "Advance three nine seven, Neutralize that formation of Aschen ships and proceed." Yamamoto called out calmly, the massive Taiyou vessel pushing forward as Kuwabara interjected.

"I don't like this, we have an unknown fleet, with unknown intentions or weapons. If they attack us--"

Yamamoto interrupted.

"If they attack us we will obliterate them." He said, folding his hands in front of him.

"The Taiyou Empire has an objective, and we will achieve that objective." He said calmly, before he leaned back into his chair.



The Taiyou and Aschen fleets seemed to slug it out for several long drawn out hours, the arrival of the third fleet had less of an impact then they had thought. Of coure, the the Taiyou had planned this surprise attack through the galaxy and ultimately into Aschen space itself. The Taiyou were the obvious victors in this skirmish, with the assets of the Aschen fleet starting to dwindle and rout. It was clear who was starting to win this fight.

Admiral Steele shook his head at the response of the other fleet. "They responded to the Taiyou but not us... damnit." He said shaking his head.

"All Pilots give it your all, if Terra falls to the Taiyou then inevitably Aschen space too will fall to the Empire." Steele hailed, turning to the large holographic image in the center of the ship's CIC.

"We need to figure something out.. something to turn this fight around... We need to wait for the rest of the Aschen fleet... we need to hold out just a little while longer." The Admiral said, growling as he looked out, red icons still illuminating the status screen.

"Ready forward Turbodisruptors, engage hard light shields and bring us forward..." He then opened a channel.

"Unyielding Heirophant, this is Clarity of Faith Actual, need you to form up, side by side with your task force, We're going to regroup and try to push against the Taiyou fleet. If we can provoke them to shoot at that unknown fleet, it might give us an edge and we can push the Taiyou back."

He then pulled up a Taiyou naginata cruiser.

"Commander Adams I have a plan to provoke that unknown fleet into firing at the Taiyou - If we can hijack a Taiyou ship, we can fire at the unknown fleet and start an engagement between them and the Taiyou, this will buy us enough time to get some reinforcements into this theater."

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Jay Null opens his comms, reaching out to the vessel he notices off his bow.

Is everything okay out there? Do you need a terrestrial assist?
he asked inquisitively.

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Outside of orbit around the planet Terra.

A medium-sized ship, shaped like a triangle with a blunted end, moves slowly towards Terra and the space station above it. The shape and size of this ship may have been seen before, but this one in particular has never been witnessed by any Terran, or as a matter of fact, any species or beings besides the ones who had made it. If they were able to trace it's origins, then it would point to an unexplored area known generally as RA-619, and even more specifically the Glendathu system. The doesn't seem to be armed, and a scan for life would only turn up three humanoid beings.

The ship made no advances of any sort towards the planet or the station, and seemed to just be there. Watching. Peaceful, it seemed, and the crew had no intentions of attacking. But they were truly awestruck. In front of them was a culture, a sophisticated one, unseen to any of their people, and they didn't know how to feel about it. They were just awaiting orders at this point.

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Jay Null shrugged and closed the comms. The traffic in the Terran orbital was bustling as usual, an economic boom brought on by the prolonged period of peace. Alas, he knew the endless waltz of history, and had work to do.

Tapping a few buttons on his console, he maneuvered down towards Wing City Spaceport, leaving a faint thruster trail in his wake.

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Meteor appeared as a small flicker in the sky

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Meteor zoomed out and away, a twinkle in the sky.

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Professor G spotted the shooting star from his view out the station window, and gave an exasperated sigh.

What's this, another Gundam?
he opined, wondering if his cohorts thought the same.

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Master O nodded in agreement.

Very well. I'll tell the others.
he said, before grabbing his coat from the rack and departing for the docking bay.

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Meanwhile, a Gundam truly had breached the atmosphere and entered Terra's lower orbit, coming from Wing City. It was an old AEU-09 AEU Enact Space Type from long ago. As it ascended, it transformed into it's space-faring flight mode shape.

The name of the Gundam was Sol Senshi- and nobody was supposed to be operating it. It had been refurbished for unknown to the public purposes and locked down, hiding in plain sight in Wing City Spaceport.

Who was even operating it?

Whoever they were, they were certainly a criminal now.