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Jacquline "Jaq" Cho
Noble, LL0
GRIT:0 // H:0 A:0 S:1 E:1
[ SKILL TRIGGERS ]
ASSAULT (+2), TAKE SOMEONE OUT (+2)
ACT UNSEEN OR UNHEARD (+2), SPOT (+2)
[ TALENTS ]
WALKING ARMORY 1, SIEGE SPECIALIST 1
TECHNOPHILE 1
[ GEAR ]
ASSAULT HARDSUIT, LIGHT SIGNATURE
MEDIUM SIGNATURE, DATAPLATING
PERSONAL DRONE, WILDERNESS SURVIVAL KIT
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[ GMS EVEREST ]
STRUCTURE:4/4 HP:12/12 ARMOR:0
STRESS:4/4 HEAT:0/7 REPAIR:5/5
ATK BONUS:0 TECH ATK:1 LTD BONUS:0
SPD:4 EVA:8 EDEF:9 SENS:10 SAVE:10
[ WEAPONS ]
Main Mount: ASSAULT RIFLE
Flex Mount: SHOTGUN
Heavy Mount: HEAVY MACHINE GUN
[ SYSTEMS ]
Ammo Case I, Servant-Class NHP
EVA MODULE, TURRET DRONES
RAPID BURST JUMP JET SYSTEM, PERSONALIZATIONS

[PILOT BIOGRAPHY]
Jaq was born the thirteenth child of a major Karrakin noble house. Her position meant that it was virtually impossible she'd inherit, especially when some of her nieces and nephews born to her elder siblings were themselves having children. Instead she was forged into a weapon and sent off to distinguish herself. Her first assignment was supposed to be an easy one, standing guard over a sleepy little backwater that was nestled between more important nodes of the Karrakin Baronies. As luck would have it, the unit she'd been assigned to was neck deep in trafficking slaves. Jaq found out about their illicit deals, alerted the appropriate authorities, then had to kill all of the slavers when she overheard them planning to kill their captives and her in a way that would implicate her.
During the court of inquiry and court martial that followed, Jaq's family disowned her for her actions as they threatened the noble house's reputation and honor. Without her family's support, she was tried and found guilty of killing her superior officers. The mitigating circumstances of having rescued a few thousand slaves during her rampage saved her from the firing squad, but she was sentenced to live the rest of her life in the Baronies' highest security prison. She never made it there. The elements that had allowed the corruption she'd lanced to fester disappeared her and sold her off to the penal peddlers that sold violent criminals to whoever would buy them.

Jaq was certain that her life was about to be a brief and brutal one when MSMC was hired for a raid on the prison ship she'd been moved to. She wasn't the target, but one of the operatives had broken into her cell, a strange, exuberant young woman who called herself Wraith. The disgraced noble was more than happy to grab at the opportunity chance had given her (besides, her cell would have depressurized when Wraith left anyway.) Shortly after, she began her new life as a member of the Mirrorsmoke Mercenary Company.

[PILOT APPEARANCE]
Jaq is a small woman who's strength comes more from augments than natural ability. Still, her parents had wanted her to blend into high society, and anything obvious is out. Her skin is fair and her hair is raven-black. Her eyes are the one thing that gives away the lie of a normal, unaugmented girl. They're a brilliant purple, though she can change their color on a whim.

[PILOT PERSONALITY]
MBPI Type: INFJ-A
INDEX COMPONENTS
INTROVERTED: 71%
INTUITIVE: 51%
FEELING: 54%
JUDGING: 93%
ASSERTIVE: 75%

MSMC BUPSYCH INITIAL REPORT:
Subject has a strong sense of right and wrong. Subject shows confidence and doesn't dwell on mistakes. Observations during the interview and initial probationary period have shown that subject will miss meals and lose track of time while working on projects or studying topics subject finds interesting. Topics of note include engineering, computer science, NHPs, mechanics, architecture, demolitions, and systems manuals. Other topics the subject has studied include history, philosophy, fictional entertainment, and animals that are colloquially known as "cute" or "kawaii."

Subject does not make friends quickly. Currently the subject only interacts with Operative Wraith beyond a superficial level. Subject shows preferences towards quiet, uncrowded places. Subject appears to grow uncomfortable in large gatherings of people.

Subject shows signs of thinking and intuiting through problems about equally. Subject relies on logic when possible, but will readily fall back on gut instincts if there is not time to parse the problem's parameters.

Subject shows strong inclinations towards cooperation over competition outside of some limited scopes, such as gaming. Subject shows moderate empathy towards others. Subject prefers efficiency when possible, however.

Subject is decisive when making decisions. Subject is also highly organized and processes work well ahead of deadlines. Subject does not seem adverse to improvisation, but does not seek it out either.

Special thanks to Atlas who gave me the starting material for this and the idea of linking our characters up.
Jaq waits curled up on the thin mattress of her bunk in her cell. The prison ship is two days out from the Kellis-Maul Node, or is it three days? Time is slippery in the never changing bowels of the cell blocks. The only thing to mark the passage of time are the regular patrols by the guards, but how many of them has she missed?

The thump and thoom of explosions knocks her out of her reverie. She looks about wondering what is going on when there's a loud bang that leaves her ears ringing. Out of the dust and choking smoke comes a girl in a stealth suit. "Are you General Martel?" she asks.

"What?" Jaq asks back as she blinks away the spots in her eyes from the flash. She can't hear anything past the ringing for a moment.

"Are. You. General. Martel?" The girl asks her question again, this time speaking slowly and loudly enough for Jaq to wince as her hearing returned.

"Uh, no. I'm not. He's in the next cell block." Jaq studies the girl for a moment and starts to ask her what is going on when the intruder puts her hands to her head and spins around.

"Fuuuuuuuuuu..." she raises her wrist and gets on a comm. "Negative Chalk 2. Echo, Echo, 20 mikes. I say again, East, 20 meters. Send it."

Jaq decides that being quiet seems the prudent course of action now. Another explosion not far from her cell rocks the ship and causes Jaq to stagger about and fall on her backside. The girl goes off and from the shouting. Jaq can make out the words "Affirmative" and "Bug out!" But not much more. She wonders what's going on and why they're after a piece of work like General Martel when the girl in the stealth suit spins back around, pointing a comically large rifle at her face just millimeters from her nose.

"Q&A time, chummer. And this might be for posterity so do be honest. What are ya in for?" Jaq blinks, then realizes that her cell is about to be filled with a whole lot of vacuum when the girl aiming a sniper rifle at her left.

"Uh, what?"

"What are you in for? Geeze, it's like I'm speaking a different language or something." The girl starts to pull on the trigger and Jaq's eyes widen as she notices. "We don't have all day, so if you're not gonna answer, I'll make it quick."

Jaq realizes that she's not ready to die just yet, about a second after she blurts out her answer.

"I shot my commanding officer and squadmates for slaving," she says, well squeaks given how high her voice goes with panic.

Jaq squeezes her eyes shut, hoping that she at least won't feel anything. The girl in the stealth suit blinks as she looks at Jaq and sees her trembling.

"Wiz-ZARD!" the girl chirps, re-slinging the weapon. [/b]"Then lets get you outta here. Tell me, have ya ever thought of career as an independent military contractor?"[/b]

And so began Jaq's new life as in the Mirrorsmoke Mercenary Company, and her friendship with Alanna "Wraith" Whiteangel, much to their commanders' chagrin.