Amal Al Yatim - Earther Ace "Monarch" - Silver Gambit
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Name: Amal Al Yatim, "Monarch"
Age: 19
Desired Role: Ace
Background: They called it the Golden Age of Earth. Amal would always wonder why it was considered "Golden". When they were younger Amal would lie on the sun backed streets of Aleppo and stare up at the glimmering towers of glass and steel for hours wondering what it must feel like to stand at the top of those gargantuan monoliths of wealth. What it must feel like to reach one's hand up and scrape the very clouds.
Amal knew even then however that such an idea was only a dream. All it took was one look around them at the still ruined remains of the past and the painful sting of their parched lips to remind them of that. For all the wealth and glamor that the titan's of industry in their towers of greed would extol, Amal would never see a single ounce of that wealth.
Bereft of any other option Amal would walk into the office of a recruiter. They decided to join the military because they were starving, thirsty, too poor to afford an education, and too uneducated to get hired onto another job. The recruiter had promised fame and riches in amounts unimaginable to a young orphan like Amal, all it took was the promise of free meals to get them to sign the dotted line.
They had expected to be infantry, useful only as another body ready to be thrown into the grinder of some far off peacekeeping conflict. But Amal as it turned out was not fated to join the rest of the fodder on the ground, because Amal could fly and fly well.
Things had been looking so up for Amal that one of their superiors had once called them a "once in a lifetime genius, a modern monarch of the sky"; the moniker had stuck and spread quickly. This would all come crashing down however when the plane they had been piloting during a routine patrol suffered a malfunction and fell out of the sky.
Amal had come out of the burning wreckage alive but not whole.
Their friends abandoned them, their superiors gave up on their potential, Amal would find themself staring up at the sky longing for its embrace once more. It was at this lowest point in their life that they would meet Edward Gallagher, and it was he with his words of united ascension and a promised future that would teach Amal that the burning wreckage that had temporarily halted their career had not been a climatic finally but instead a burning cocoon purpose built for the larva that they had once been.
Finally after months of hard work, extensive medical augmentation, and just as Mars erupts into eagerly anticipated open conflict Amal Al Yatim, The Monarch of the Sky, has burst from their cocoon and returns to their court.
Political Affiliation: Virtual Ascensionists
Issue Opinions:
Raw Material Shortage- There is but one logical thing to do with our primary source of raw materials now-inaccessible, and that is to get what little use there remains of the Cradle we outgrew so long ago. It is a mere pittance compared to what we shall reap in the Asteroid Belt, but it shall see us through the dark months ahead, while at the same time ensuring that those beyond who have chosen to remain loyal are rewarded with neither increased taxes or quotas. It is by their expertise alone that Humanity at last will be able to ascend away from that which once-nurtured us, and now constrains us with petty sentimentality.
The Panic of 2174- The infantile fascination with watching an arbitrary set of digits increase in number has haunted the species for as long as history can recall, and it is honestly about time that we collectively decide to move on from such matters. There are real material concerns which need to be addressed, matters of scientific importance which must be investigated, and new technological wonders to unveil, and none of these issues will suffer from lack of an imagined value printed upon an archaic slip of paper or stored on a remote computer server, never to be used for anything but displays of dominance, like an animal showcasing its supposed achievements before a prospective mate. As among other matters, we, as a species, have outgrown the need for an economy.
General Sphere Unrest- This unrest is merely the herald of a new wave which will crash upon our shores again and again until we embrace it, as should have been done long ago. Space is the future of the species, and yet again and again we must await decisions from those who have consciously chosen death and decay over life and progress. The colonists should be lauded, not subjugated, for all they have done is force an impossible choice upon the powerbrokers of old. We must reach out a hand in the interest of mutual collaboration, for it is only together with our spaceborne siblings that the last gasps of the old way, personified in similar rebellious movements upon the Earth, can be snuffed out, and at last close a bloody chapter of history.
Military-Industrial Anemia- Corruption has eaten away at the foundations of our collective defense, and now these very same traitors still wish to place a price tag upon the safety of Earth. As has been demonstrated time and time again, we are never to negotiate with terrorists, be they fighters or economists. The industries, production lines and complexes required for the successful continuation of the war with Mars are to be seized by the state and operated at full capacity regardless of economic conditions, and those who orchestrated this financial scheme, former military men or no, must be punished.
Crisis in The Assembly- The Assembly is the domain of the greedy and corrupt, not one man or woman who has set foot within its vaunted halls has come out the same. Be they Oliviera or the representatives, Amal cares for their life like one might a fly's. For all Amal cares the place can burn, their court is the sky and The Monarch's law is the only one that matters up there.
The Scapegoat- The blame for the current crisis lies at the same feet that every crisis has for the last thousand years, the feet of those in charge. If a starving farmer fights back against those taking his food, it is not the farmers fault that the thief got shot. Be that as it may however, the Monarch of the Sky only sees this "crisis" as an opportunity, this is their chance to finally test the rule of their law against an opponent able to actually fight back on equal footing.
Desired Role: Ace
Background: They called it the Golden Age of Earth. Amal would always wonder why it was considered "Golden". When they were younger Amal would lie on the sun backed streets of Aleppo and stare up at the glimmering towers of glass and steel for hours wondering what it must feel like to stand at the top of those gargantuan monoliths of wealth. What it must feel like to reach one's hand up and scrape the very clouds.
Amal knew even then however that such an idea was only a dream. All it took was one look around them at the still ruined remains of the past and the painful sting of their parched lips to remind them of that. For all the wealth and glamor that the titan's of industry in their towers of greed would extol, Amal would never see a single ounce of that wealth.
Bereft of any other option Amal would walk into the office of a recruiter. They decided to join the military because they were starving, thirsty, too poor to afford an education, and too uneducated to get hired onto another job. The recruiter had promised fame and riches in amounts unimaginable to a young orphan like Amal, all it took was the promise of free meals to get them to sign the dotted line.
They had expected to be infantry, useful only as another body ready to be thrown into the grinder of some far off peacekeeping conflict. But Amal as it turned out was not fated to join the rest of the fodder on the ground, because Amal could fly and fly well.
Things had been looking so up for Amal that one of their superiors had once called them a "once in a lifetime genius, a modern monarch of the sky"; the moniker had stuck and spread quickly. This would all come crashing down however when the plane they had been piloting during a routine patrol suffered a malfunction and fell out of the sky.
Amal had come out of the burning wreckage alive but not whole.
Their friends abandoned them, their superiors gave up on their potential, Amal would find themself staring up at the sky longing for its embrace once more. It was at this lowest point in their life that they would meet Edward Gallagher, and it was he with his words of united ascension and a promised future that would teach Amal that the burning wreckage that had temporarily halted their career had not been a climatic finally but instead a burning cocoon purpose built for the larva that they had once been.
Finally after months of hard work, extensive medical augmentation, and just as Mars erupts into eagerly anticipated open conflict Amal Al Yatim, The Monarch of the Sky, has burst from their cocoon and returns to their court.
Political Affiliation: Virtual Ascensionists
Issue Opinions:
Raw Material Shortage- There is but one logical thing to do with our primary source of raw materials now-inaccessible, and that is to get what little use there remains of the Cradle we outgrew so long ago. It is a mere pittance compared to what we shall reap in the Asteroid Belt, but it shall see us through the dark months ahead, while at the same time ensuring that those beyond who have chosen to remain loyal are rewarded with neither increased taxes or quotas. It is by their expertise alone that Humanity at last will be able to ascend away from that which once-nurtured us, and now constrains us with petty sentimentality.
The Panic of 2174- The infantile fascination with watching an arbitrary set of digits increase in number has haunted the species for as long as history can recall, and it is honestly about time that we collectively decide to move on from such matters. There are real material concerns which need to be addressed, matters of scientific importance which must be investigated, and new technological wonders to unveil, and none of these issues will suffer from lack of an imagined value printed upon an archaic slip of paper or stored on a remote computer server, never to be used for anything but displays of dominance, like an animal showcasing its supposed achievements before a prospective mate. As among other matters, we, as a species, have outgrown the need for an economy.
General Sphere Unrest- This unrest is merely the herald of a new wave which will crash upon our shores again and again until we embrace it, as should have been done long ago. Space is the future of the species, and yet again and again we must await decisions from those who have consciously chosen death and decay over life and progress. The colonists should be lauded, not subjugated, for all they have done is force an impossible choice upon the powerbrokers of old. We must reach out a hand in the interest of mutual collaboration, for it is only together with our spaceborne siblings that the last gasps of the old way, personified in similar rebellious movements upon the Earth, can be snuffed out, and at last close a bloody chapter of history.
Military-Industrial Anemia- Corruption has eaten away at the foundations of our collective defense, and now these very same traitors still wish to place a price tag upon the safety of Earth. As has been demonstrated time and time again, we are never to negotiate with terrorists, be they fighters or economists. The industries, production lines and complexes required for the successful continuation of the war with Mars are to be seized by the state and operated at full capacity regardless of economic conditions, and those who orchestrated this financial scheme, former military men or no, must be punished.
Crisis in The Assembly- The Assembly is the domain of the greedy and corrupt, not one man or woman who has set foot within its vaunted halls has come out the same. Be they Oliviera or the representatives, Amal cares for their life like one might a fly's. For all Amal cares the place can burn, their court is the sky and The Monarch's law is the only one that matters up there.
The Scapegoat- The blame for the current crisis lies at the same feet that every crisis has for the last thousand years, the feet of those in charge. If a starving farmer fights back against those taking his food, it is not the farmers fault that the thief got shot. Be that as it may however, the Monarch of the Sky only sees this "crisis" as an opportunity, this is their chance to finally test the rule of their law against an opponent able to actually fight back on equal footing.
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