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Tria

If it breaks, improve it, if it breaks again, scrap it and start over.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Guest, as played by EnigmaticallyEerie

Description

Name: Tria Mavros
Alias/Codenames: Mutt, TT (Techy Tria), Junkyard mutt (Due to her love of junk in which she tinkered with to make once again functional.)
Species: Human/Capsuleer
Race: Azrick
Age: 23
Gender: ♀
Eye/Hair Color: Hazel/Burnett
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Nationality: UCON
Place of Birth: Desera
Faction Allegiance: Coalition (Cavalry: 501st Mechanized division. AKA; Metal Hounds.)
Rank: Autonomous Cavalry Expert, ACE-2
Skills: Mechanic / inventor with the ability to be reincarnated into clone bodies. Also an exceptional shot with a tank.
Occupation: Capsuleer/pilot/Mechanic/Tech
Favorite/Theme song: Papa Roach- Getting away with Murder

Considering the theoretical and completely experimental nature of the Conductor system, another technology was required to provide an edge in terms of sustainability and survivability of test subjects. Without further procrastination, the "Capsuleer" technology was introduced after the combination of Shit and Coalition computers.

Created from a batch of clones and grown to the exact replication of the subject, cloning and successful synthesis of test subjects were created to supply the Conductor program with exact, precise subjects to provide testing and improvement to the system. When one subject would die in whatever accident occurred during testing, a supercomputer rigged to a nearby sub-light frame would use an array of sensors including (but not limited to) thermal, gravimetric, electromagnetic, electronic, optical and neutronic sensors to take a "picture" of the subjects brain at the exact state before termination. Transferred through the sub-light array to a location in Yggradisil Fields, the picture will then be read by another supercomputer and then transferred through a nueral link into the unactivated clone. Following the transfer, nano-machines fifty times smaller than a single bacteria activated in specific pathways within the subject's brain reattach neural links and construct any unregistered pathways to recreate the existence of the brain to the exact moment of termination ... in another body.

Subjects are often Scatterran males exhibiting sufficient ability to interact with their environment and often pass the Counter Balance-administered RADOS Clearance Testing.

Personal Relations:
-Maternal: Yulana Mavros/Deceased
-Paternal: Vlad Mavros/Ex-military/Retired
-Sibling(s): Everitt Mavros/Brother/Deceased
-Weapons Preference: Small arms aren't really her thing, she prefers more bang for her buck so a tank and or anti armor weapon is most likely her preferred weapon. She does carry a standard 7.21mm MH-S7 pistol wherever she goes.

Physical Description:
-Height: 5'7"
-Weight: 132lbs
-Physical Build: Sporty / Muscular
-Hairstyle: Straight, Parted at center.
-Hair Length: buttocks
-Discerning Facial Hair: N/A
-Discerning Scars or Physical Deformities: N/A
-Discerning Tattoos: N/A
-Discerning Augments/Replacements: The only noticeable augments on Tria's body are the tell-tale signs of being a Capsuleer created by UCON: the technical ports that line her spine and the largest one which rests at the nape of her neck which allow her to "hook up" to any available and/or compatible vehicle or information line, directly.
Most Recent Photograph:
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Persona: Tria has always been a 'rough and tough' gal throughout her life. Her father having been rather abusive through her adolescent life, it made sense that she be hardened, both physically and mentally. She has a sort of Tom-boyish act about her, usually more comfortable in a machine shop, covered in grease and oil rather than in a hair salon getting her nails done. However, she does have a hidden soft side that enjoys the odd hopeless romantic scene.

Biography:
As mentioned, Tria and her brother were not raised in a very friendly home environment. Their father was drunk ex-military man that often got physical when angered. Their mother having died giving birth to Tria, something Vlad blames Tria for. Everitt and Tria were very close, having done nearly everything together. From fishing, hiking, rebuilding their old car. To taking the full brunt of their father's drunken rage. In school, they always stuck together, always begging to be put in the same class as the other each school year through their basic education. However, when it came to University and/or collage, they'd separate. Tria went on to be accepted into the UCON Institute of Mechanical and Technological Advancements, or UIMTA. Everitt went on to joining the Coalition forces and becoming an Infantry man.

Upon Tria's graduation, she received a notice of her brother's death during an uprising within the Republic. For days, Tria locked herself away, devastated by the loss of her only close family member. During this time, however, she developed an inventive drive, seeking a means to lessen casualties of human forces and use machines in their place.
While she remained locked away, she began making concept designs for man sized battle automatons, aka fighting robots. After days of trial and error, and many, many sheets of paper, Tria would emerge from her apartment and immediately sign on into the Coalition. She sought being a tech engineer but was forced into the Armored Cavalry detachment as an mechanic/operator. Tria did not argue her position, in fact, she enjoyed driving an armored vehicle five times the size of her car, often calling it her "Coalition Cadillac."

Being a Cavalry mechanic did have its perks. Tria often ordered parts that she never really needed for the vehicles, but instead used them to build her robotic soldiers in secret. Every chance she got, she'd sneak off to her shop to a small back room where she'd tinker for hours on her creations. As well as the machines, she created a new rifle, capable of firing a round through up to 100mm of steel. This rifle has a draw back. Due to the high recoil, it is not fire-able by humans. Tria had a hard time explaing to the medics of how she shattered her Clavicle and Scapula. She also had to compensate on her machines with a hydraulic shock absorption system, as well as pendulum re-balancing. An old, but still very useful system. Tria is still hard at work on her inventions, nearing the testing phase fast, she just has a few more tweaks and needs to find a 'discrete' testing field.


ImageInventions:
EMmk-7.1 (Emeritt Mavros mark 7.1)
-Height: 7'2"
-Weight: 782lbs
Armament:
-Experimental XM-262 .60 cal Anti Material Rifle
-Head mounted .50 cal semi auto turret
-Chin mounted 9mm SMG
Description:
Tria's standard infantry unit. The EMmk 7.1 was named after her brother to honor his services in the Coalition. This platform hosts a variety of optics including standard visuals (Human sight), Night vision, and thermal/infrared. For tactical radar, it has a heat detection sinks as well as heartbeat sensor. The weaponry was mostly old tech from centuries ago, but Tria found them to be rather fitting for the machine. A head mounted .50 cal is used for short to medium range support, with no barrel, its hard for long distance shots to be made. A pouch on the back holds up to 200 rounds. The draw back of this weapon is that the machine must first deploy itself into a kneel and/or forward lean due to the recoil, or else it gets knocked back on its ass. A chin mounted 9mm SMG is used for close quarters combat. Excellent for clearing rooms and tight spaces. The machine carries 8 mags. Finally is Tria's pride and joy as far as weapons go; The XM-262 .60 cal Anti Material Rifle. This rifle was based partially on the old Berret .50 cal, only making the barrel a solid brick and broader to be able to fire the newly designed .60 cal, "HFTB (Holy fuck thats big)" round. This rifle has such a high recoil that a human risks blowing their arm off attempting to use it, as Tria found out. This of course was compensated for on the machines with a Hydraulic stabilization system as well as Pendulum balancing. The rifle is capable of triple the berret .50 cal range, and has a 5 round mag. The machine carries a total of 15 Mags.




ImageTria's assigned unit:
MAM-2857 (Designation: Fiddler)
Designer: Valerian Arms
Optics:
-standard visuals (Human sight).
-Night vision.
-Thermal/infrared
Radar:
-Heat detection sinks.
-Heartbeat sensor
Armament:
-Hydra Surface to Air Missile: Missile pack on the back left.
-30mm heavy gattling gun: 300 rounds per minute.
-76mm cannon: 30 rounds per minute.
-5mm coaxial Minigun: 3000 per minute
Defense:
-Reactive nanite armor
-Titanium Plating alloyed with aluminum.
-High-intensity lasers and an active-threat system
-Smoke canisters
-Jump jets
Description:
Origianlly designed and fielded by the InterGalactic Commerce Consortium. The MAM-2857 Fiddler, was an AI operated mech. This Fiddler, however, was specially made for capsuleer use. Which means the connection of ports along the pilots spine that read direct messages from the brain. The co-pilot/coaxial gunner can be manned by a secondary pilot or controlled by the capsuleer. The MAM stands for Multi-role Assault Mech, was designed by Valerian Arms and sold to the Coalition.

So begins...

Tria's Story

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The bar door opened as it always had for its many patrons. This one, however, being new. A woman with rather long brunet hair that reached to her buttocks. Garbed in a military uniform that was of the fatigues variety, a desert camouflage button up shirt with the bottom three buttons undone to reveal her naval.
Tria seemingly entered in the midst of a rather humorous conflict, having walked in just as she saw an Aschen Officer hit the floor. She did not laugh but had to refrain herself from doing so. Immediately she recognized the uniform due to her own involvement with a well known military force.
"You know, I believe in a trial. An armed woman shooting a child and a war amp wouldn't bode well for the woman."

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Tria 's hand had quickly moved to her holstered MH-S7, standard issue for her organization. With speed as quick as the Aschen's, Tria had pulled her pistol from its holster and trained the sights on the woman's head. All this happening in a matter of seconds upon Sheila Nagala firing the first shot.
"Look, you may have the power of god whats-his-name. But these people are not Aschen and this planet is not controlled by Aschen alone. So I'd suggest keeping a level head like one of your stature should in events such as these. Put the pistol away, and bid the kid and cripple a good day and have yourself another drink."
Tria tried to appeal to the Aschen's good nature. It was a long shot, but hopefully a more diplomatic solution to ending the conflict.
"Tell you what, I'll even pay for it.

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Tria would rub at her temple with her unoccupied hand as Farai and Sheila engaged in what was rather untrained hand to hand, aka bar fighting. Once the pair were collected and separate, Tria would ensure her sights were trained on the Aschen. A sigh droned from her as the Officer seemingly called for reinforcements.
"No wonder people hate the Aschens.." she'd mutter to herself.
"Look lady. You can call in your troops all you want. But really, your God Emperor has absolutely no authority over them. To shoot them would be a war crime. And if your Aschen military doesn't adhere to proper military protocol and court marshal you for such actions, then they need to seriously re-think about their infrastructure and laws."
Tria was getting rather annoyed by the Aschen's lack of peaceful negotiating.
"Hell, I'mma grunt in my corp and I'm being more diplomatic than a Supreme Admiral? Thats a pretty bad example of Aschen Rank and stature. So hows about you prove to us that Aschens aren't all as bad as the rumors say."

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Tria released another sigh as the screech of the assult carrier echoed through the building. It was then she holstered her firearm as keeping it aimed at an Aschen officer while their forces erupted through the front door would most likely get her shot.
"Look, I've studied military court before, not all but the basics when I joined my contingent. I probably don't know as much as you."
Tria could hear the soldiers outside readying to breach. "At any rate, this planet is the center of all galactic civilizations and a confirmed neutral ground. So unless you want the entire galaxy on your peoples ass, waging war in every imaginable manner, I'd call off your men and take up my offer. Its still good, I here Aschens love Ambrosia."

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Tria would find herself sighing yet again. She never understood how high ranking officers often thought that war crimes would never come back to bite them in the ass.
"Bloody Aschens and their overreacting nature." She muttered before she to took her leave, figuring she'd end up being called to help repel this invasion.

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Tria had broken into a full sprint from Gambits and headed directly for the Coalition staging point to regroup with her unit. When she arrived she was nearly out of breath. She had to pass 'customs' which was basically flash your card and go at this point. She made for the hanger and immediately prepped her Assault vehicle. However, when she moved passed a small door at the back of the shop, she'd freeze for a moment and stare at it, pondering. A running by soldier yelled for her to hurry and she'd snap out of her daze. Its not ready yet.
Tria slipped out of her usual wear and into a skin tight latex like suit that exposed the ports that ran along her spine. Her capsuleer augmentations for operating most equipment. Once suited, she moved to a large tarp that covered a mass that was roughly 10 feet in height. Pulling the tarp off revealed a massive mech that the coalition came to recognize as the Fiddler.
"Hello handsome." Tria said before climbing into the square hatch at the top. Once in, she'd lay on what appeared to be a bracing system, similar to that on a large roller coaster. This brace lifted Tria off the metal bottom of the cock pit and held her suspended within the metal case. A series of plugs attached them to Tria's spinal ports, and a visor that appeared as sunglasses angled over her head. Her arms fit into ports infront of her with keys for her fingers, this was controls for the hands at the front.
Once Tria was set, the machine came to life. All systems green, the machine lifted to rise to a new height of 18. With the messages from her brain, Tria piloted the mech to stride forward and out of the hanger.
"This is ACE-2 Mavros, codename Mutt, reporting in. All systems are go."

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Tria 's mech came to a halt when a woman stepped out infront with her thumb up in the air. Through a vox on the machine, Tria spoke.
"Can I help you?" She spoke through the intercom. There was no voice distortion, no modulating. It simply sounded like they were talking over the phone.
"I can't play games, I need to get moving so be quick."

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Tria had to pondered the woman for a moment, contemplating the use of a co-pilot. She'd come to the conclusion that this woman could prove helpful.
"Alright. You can man the coaxial." The hatch popped open at the top. "Becareful getting in, do not touch anything except for the gun controls."
Tria was a little untrusting of this woman, but at a time like this, if someone desired to fight who was she to say no.
"Asap, I've got a rendezvous to make."

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Tria would lock the hatch on the mech. Just then, a red flashing warning flashed in her heads up display, this made her grimace.
"Oh shi- Convoy break off! Hold on co-pilot!" With that, the mech leaned forward slightly and Tria activated the jump jet system. This forced the machine to rocket up roughly 20 feet and forward 50. The Aschen ship's barrage coming down behind them with large shockwaves that racked the machine. However it was undamaged an fully functional, save for a couple gallons of fuel for the jets. Tria was more concerned about the convoy she was leading.
"Status report!"

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Tria grimaced as she noted the convoy was not as luck as her. One transport had its engine blown in the strike. She'd have to push it. She maneuvered the machine behind the transport, finding it to roll rather easily.
"Alright, we are 15 minutes from our Rendezvous, I want you all their in 8, move it people!"
The convoy once again was on the move, Tria pushing a transport with the mech in a light jog.
"Are you alright?" She'd inquire to the woman manning the coaxial.

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Tria didn't want to admit it, but her copilot was right. She wouldn't be able to keep up with rest of the convoy. It was then the heat sink registered a massive, incredibly hot, signature behind them. Tria would angle the mech to allow visuals of the source of the heat spike.
"What in the..." she spotted 44138/909-MR moving towards them. However, she had no time to play 20 questions with the spider like machine. She'd angle the mech back to the transport and radio the crew.
"You guys need to hoof it to the rendezvous. I have to stick to the convoy."
A response from the pilot within the transport came. "Understood, moving on foot."
Tria took one last look at the odd spider like machine that seemed so intent on following before turning back to her intended route.
"Convoy, double time!" She ordered as she set the machine into a faster jog.
"Lieutenant, this is the convoy. We lost one vehicle, occupants are alive and proceeding on foot to rendezvous. The rest are en-route. We'll be there asap." Tria was unsure as to whether the message made it out.

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Yea. I've read like 1/2 your posts >.< I feel bad because of the effort you put into them.

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Tria kept her behemoth at maximum speed, the throttle had to be full out to keep up and meet the deadline. She'd notice the odd spider like machine was traveling next to her mech due to the heat sensor going ballistic. The curious machine was making her nervous.
"Damn thing... What does it want?"
"Hopefully not a ride, I don't think it'd fit." Rihannon chided.

The convoy had finally passed the gates to the city and could now see the extract point. Immediately, Tria could see the exchange of small arms fire. Then came the call that Archer's men were engaged. "Damnit. Prepare to engage, we're going in now!"
"Finally, something to shoot back at!" Rihannon remarked before letting loose a hail of rounds from the 5mm coaxial. The minigun droned to life before buzzing, letting loose a long stream to sweep at the enemy forces that had just dropped.
Tria to had opened fire, though she targeted the men setting up some sort of device. The 76mm cannon letting loose 5 rounds towards the deploying Aschen structure.
"Convoy is here sir, lets finally rid this planet of these over zealous bastards!"

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Tria would continue to let loose a hail of ordinance from her 76mm cannon and 30mm gattling, while Rihannon fired away with the 5mm. It must have been a true spectacle as streams of gold flashes were let loose by the machine, each release of a round lighting up the area around it. Then again, the odd, curious spider bot may have been drawing much attention as it danced around Tria's mech. As the transports were loaded, Tria would cease fire to note that the Aschen ship above was charging.
"Sir we gotta move, NOW!"
Tria angled the mech to peer up at the Aschen vessel. She then armed and launched a Hydra surface to air missile at the craft, hoping to stop or at least hinder the charging of the Glassing beam.

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"Wilco sir." Tria to let loose a barrage of smoke canisters to cover their pull out. The machine was in full tilt as Tia guided it to follow the convoy closely while scanning over head.
"First beer on you, eh sir?" Tria chided. "Just saved you from becoming complete Aschen glass crap."
The beam of the glassing Aschen vessel had neared the tail of the convoy. Fortunately, Tria had her mech midway, so the most that happened to the mech was a hay-wire heat sink and a hot interior that caused both occupants to sweat.
"Hot damn, that was close."

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Tria Has arrived.

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Tria tailed the convoy, acting as the shield since her mech had the best armor plating out of all the vehicles, not to mention she could engage any trailing Aschen ground forces. All seemed clear as the convoy entered the FOB. Tria let out a sigh of relief, thinking that she could relax for a brief time, though she knew she couldn't totally let her guard down in a war zone.
Tria continued to guide her behemoth behind the convoy, having been ordered to see it to the exact location that the troops would be dropped. Tria had tapped into the short range communications that were within each helmet of each individual soldier, being able to listen in on the conversations taking place.
"The Aschens had the guts to attack at any moment. Hell, they seemed to have no problem storming the damn bar because a kid pushed an Admiral over." She'd remark to the Jumper.
"I think we all knew it was coming though. The Aschens are nothing but power hungry warlords, if you ask me."

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Tria Pulled the mech off to the side from the convoy, leaving a gap between her machine and the transports. Within, the plugs that had inserted themselves into the ports along Tria's spine disengaged, and the harness let her down. She'd flick the hatch release and climb out of the top of the Fiddler. Dragging her arm across her forehead to wipe the sweat from her brow.
"Damn that glassing was close..." She muttered to herself as she sat on the left shoulder plate of the mech.
"Apparently they are that stupid. Aschens don't think, they do. You should know that by now." Tria chided with a snicker.