[LoweGear]

YOSH...

This is Part 1 of the LineBackers profile, rather short compared to my previous OC's.

Spoiler for Crossings:

*Midchilda Coastal Area*

Buster Form?

It was rare enough to see Kay wear her Barrier jacket asides from exceptional situations, let alone a second mode. Wearing a grey and brown full body suit with padded gloves I’ve never seen before…

“Like it?” She asked. “First time I’ll be field testing this Barrier Jacket mode. And you’re my first victim.”

Cocky as always. “We’ll see about that. “

But I don’t plan on losing out to her new equipment. I took out a silver pendant hidden inside my pants pocket. The Necrontyr Sigil.

After the Megiddo incident, we discovered that the changes to Sophia’s form were not permanent. The Black Tablet responsible for the changes could be separated, reverting to the form of a small, silver pendant. This can be considered Iisa’s way of making amends for the mental distress he gave me. At any time, I can convert Sophia to its more powerful form by inserting the pendant into its storage chamber.

“Deploy, Staff of Light.”

The arcing green energies of the Sigil blinded me temporarily. When the light cleared Sophia now sported the Staff of Light’s black blades and green sigil. It felt strange… the staff I once loathed, and had not seen for four months now. How my fear, arrogance and pettiness almost led me to forsake my device. But I have long realized that no matter the physical changes it may undergo, Sophia is still Sophia, the Staff of Wisdom that had seen me through all comers for most of my life.

The Staff felt light, almost weightless in my right hand, both created from Necron technology. Whatever Kay had in store with her new Buster Form, we’ll be ready for it.

Right Sophia?

“Yes Master Bruce.”

I’d forgotten about that glitch… and Kay was unsuccessfully hiding a guilty smirk from me…

“Kay, change it back.”

“Only if you defeat me here.” Kay challenged, with that nasty glint in her eyes.

I’ll have to put up with it a little longer…

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- TSAB Midchilda Headquarters – Main Command Base, Kuragana.

- 79th Army Battalion General Hiram Maxim’s Office:

These children.

Watching them reminds me terribly of my age. My youthfulness has long gone, my glory days long past. And very soon, God knows I shall retire from sixty long years of service. Not long thereafter my failing health will deliver swift deliverance for me. And for these reasons I must watch over them.

Through these displays I shall observe their little exercise. The moments my children will put their passions and their efforts into. Where their skills will be tested in the nature of light-hearted yet committed play.

And none more playful than Smith and Wesson.

“File Open.”

The mechanical voice of my computer assistant responds. She is my only company in this room amidst my self-imposed solitude. And in the light of the holodisplay, I read on their profile:
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File Number: A0009203917723

Family Name: Smith
First Name: Remington
Middle Name: Cassius
Gender: Male
Birth Date: October 1st, 0055
Age: 20
Origin World: Unknown
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 155 lbs
Complexion: Fair
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Blue with White overlay
Blood Type: A

Family Name: Wesson
First Name: Colt
Middle Name: Sauer
Gender: Male
Birth Date: October 1st, 0055
Age: 20
Origin World: Unknown
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 155 lbs
Complexion: Fair
Eye color: Yellow Gold
Hair color: Black with Red overlay
Blood Type: A

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Even in their profile, these two souls fated to be inseparable. Where one is present, the other is sure to be. You cannot have one without the other.

It has been so since the beginning, when our paths first crossed fourteen years ago, on that cold October day.

I found them lying there in the rain, soaking wet and awfully cold. The pitiful boys, ragged from an indescribably harsh journey, their puny naked bodies all but devoid of life. Clinging desperately to their sole possessions, a hopelessly soiled blanket and two jade pendants. This wretched sight was of no consequence to many who saw them, who could care less for the plight of these children forsaken.

But despite all they were lacking, and the cruelty of their fate, what little they wore I could not expect.

Their smiles.

Even in their sleep, only inches away from death, they smiled. A contented smile without a trace of regret or contempt. Two identical smiles of purity. And as they hugged each other, struggling for the tiniest vestige of warmth they smiled, I realized, because they had each other.

And the sight tore at my heart with unimaginable guilt.

With my bare hands I scooped up their tiny bodies and carried them home, to where I can tend for them. To give them the warmth and care they deserved.

When they woke up they held little regard for decency or respect, and proceeded to lay waste to the food I had prepared for them like ravenous beasts. But with the absolute joy in their eyes at partaking of my gift to them, and their subsequent gratitude, trusting and unsullied with greed. These boys, I promised them then, I would take care of them.

They could not remember their origins, nor their parents, if any. Only the hardship they had endured for the years they can recall, and their names, engraved on the jade pendants they treasured: Remington Cassius Smith, and Colt Sauer Wesson. Two young strangers, randomly coupled by happenstance in a cruel world.

Through the years, this small detail would never fail to astound me as I watched them grow under my charge, having adopted them as legal sons of mine. In the most dire of circumstances, and in the darkest of times; through the joy of success and the light of happiness, their bond was resolute. This bond wore down the hardships and pains, and it enhanced the lives they filled with their own happiness. A bond of brotherhood, borne not from blood, but by heart.

Through it all, I hesitated in making them call me as father; realizing the pressure I would be giving them. I did not desire binding them down with the burden of expectation, as free spirits they both are. Whenever they asked me what to call me, I told them as I always have. I am your General, and both of you soldiers of your own destiny.

Only four years after that fateful October 1st… they applied for Bureau Cadetship. Both of them found the same dream. To Serve, and Protect.