R E N, O K O N A


D O B: 0 1 1 3 A. D. (After Descent)


H O M E W O R L D :  E A R T H  N U -  p s i  a r e s  s y s t e m


R A C E: T R A N S H U M A N


H E I G H T: 5 ' 1 1 "


W E I G H T: 1 7 5 lbs (+42 lbs worth of cybernetic add-ons)







"There is nothing out there, Okona.  Just the black, and death.  Do you understand? If you leave this station, everything I-you've gone through will be for nothing.  You'll die."


The good Doctor Autonomelius was probably right, Okona had thought at the time.  And he considered remaining behind and leaving the exploration of the stars to other men- for a brief minute.  One look into the vast, empty wastes and the stars waving at him in the distance like an invitation and he knew he was bound for them.  I hate this fucking place.

Nothing fills him with as much wonder and awe as the endless black of space.  Even when he was young- planetside with his parents, always within view of the sheer awesomeness of ODIN Station hanging in orbit like a gods palace.  Even as he helped colonized a hostile world- he couldn't shake his want, his need, for something more.  Something beyond the twin suns of Earth Nu and the growing divide.


When the suns set, he would spend hours straining his neck as he gazed into the night sky, counting the stars and making up his own names for them.  No one else seemed any interested in doing it--so it became his personal mission.  Or at least, it kept him from going insane with longing to be up there with them.  

He's wasn't the only one with his head in the stars, though-- just the most romantic. 

And maybe the loudest.  


When word reached the colony planetside that the Initiative was finally kicking into gear- he boarded the first transport he could and left his life behind.  He was only fourteen years old, then, and in another year he would have been counted as a man, expected to start shooting kids into a mate-- or mates.  It was expected of all of them.  After all, the Science Division could only do so much with a bunch of frozen embryos.

He considers himself lucky that he was able to avoid becoming breeding stock- by a mere hair.

Of the 543 souls aboard ODIN station, fifty were drafted into a piloting program that was designed to prepare them for the black.  Not only were they taught to actually fly the ships--The VALKYRIE's, high-tech, high-powered, and as fast as demons--most, if not every single one of them volunteered, or were likewise coerced into the combat level surgical enhancements that were normally unavaible to civs-- for good reason

Okona saw an influx of cyberoptics and winking brain-ports and some of the more horryfing advancements of his life.  Why anyone would tear-off their lower half and agree to have their spine-reconnected on a walking turret with the skittering, knobby kneed legs of a spider-- he'll never understand.  He certainly didn't at the time.

Hell, he would have given anything to get his real arm back.  And his heart, and his lungs, and whatever else Dr. Auto had scooped out of him while he lay dying in Med Bay after a lovely explosion.  Besides, after two years of working side by side with the others-- and competing with them, it was pretty obvious that the enhancements didn't make the pilot.  It gave them a hell of an edge, sure.  An advantage in a dog-fight- but they were still human.  They were afraid and they made errors, and really, none of them wanted to leave in the first place.  It was as if they thought the add-on's would make the black less likely to take them.  But Okona didn't fear death, and he didn't compare the two- although he knew it was a dangerous place and so capable of dealing a swift death he wouldn't have time to whisper a prayer (not that he would rely on something he considers so archaic.)

He was the best- at least, he thought he was the best.  Turned out he was riding second place to Lieutenant Commander Quest Madn.  One of the ten veteran pilots that were stepping in to split the fifty of them up into squads of five-- six, including themselves. 

Much to his horror and interest, Okona was Quest Madn's first choice.  Claimed before the other veterans had a chance to even glance at the scores.




The Titan Ex Squadron


The 'Ex' in Titan Ex is for exploration- which is Okona's dream come true.  If he'd become a junker towing debris or a scout nosing at the skirts of mysteries but never allowed to take a bite, he probably would have gone mad.  But they were being launched into deep-space with nothing but dead reckoning to guide them, and Quest Madn, of course.  

He was the face of the entire mission-- at least as far as Okona was concerned.  The others must have felt it too-- because they were all afraid, every single one of them.  But on their last day aboard ODIN they all held their heads high, their full attention on Quest Madn as he spoke grandly of the possibilities and wonders they were heading into.  Yes, he said, it'll be dangerous.  And then he smiled, showing all his teeth.  But isn't that a little exciting? 

Okona couldn't tell whether the murmur of laughter and agreement from the drafts was forced or merely bravado, but personally he couldn't wait to get into his own VALKYRIE and get the hell off the Station.

In the end, each and every one of them -- Okona included -- marched like they were real soldiers all the way to the launching bay.  Not a whisper passing between them.  All their eyes should have been on their Squad Leaders--but they were all watching Quest at the head of the pride, laughing with the Commander.  They wondered how the hell he was so care free given they were all about to plunge into the black, but all Okona merely hoped they had a few minutes to play around in the lower atmosphere before departing.

The six members of Titan Ex didn't have anything in common except their bionic enhancements and their homes and the ships they sailed; at least at their base, and their bones.   They didn't even really like each-other all that much-- but the first five months alone in space together changed all that.  They learned to rely on one another almost as much as their own ships- 

Their ships, the VALKYRIE's.  They are as black and striking as Okona's prosthetic arm, with long wings extending out by their sides, curved like that of a birds and ending it points.  Their noses end in sharp, curved points-- and to make it even more obvious that they were modeled after actual birds, the plates were tapered like feathers along the wings.

They have the capability to switch between kinetic armaments and high-speed bursts of laser fire, but they're not meant for prolonged combat- hit and runs, maybe.  When they deem a situation too dangerous they can fall back on their stealth-fields and engange their built in hyper-drive engines, if jumping blind is worth the risk.

They have long range scanners, mid range comms, and a highly customizeable assistive interface they can plug right into their brain, but only three of the six members in Titan Ex have the necessary installments- the neural jacks; Sammy Vagh, Irbahim Hajar, and Okona Ren.  It allows them to literally become one with their ships.  But it's as dangerous a mode as it is advantageous- a simple hesitation, or even a minor miscalculation could end in their death.  Not only that, but they ran the danger of a feedback overload.

Last but not least, they are blessed with a bathroom, a few horrible songs, and stores of data on the old world to dive into.


As it is, they've toured two alien worlds inhabited with life and their own flourishing cultures and have pushed past the boundaries of their solar system, onto the next cluster.



 Tin heart, steel spine.


Okona was never too fascinated by the idea of sticking a bunch of metal inside his body- but he didn't really have a choice in the matter when it came to his replacements.  He was sort of a unique case, at least as far as his age.  He was only fourteen years old.

It was a rare thing for someone to be limited based on their age-- matter of fact, anyone over thiry was sort of a rarity.  You were an adult when you reached sixteen years old, and before then you were learning what exactly that entailed.  A young person had as many rights as someone twice his age, if not more.  In reality, the older a person became, the more supplies and resources were wasted on sustaining them, when someone half their age required less and could offer way more in return, as far as physical labour and population growth, anyway.

When it comes to a biomechanichal enhancement, however, only so much can be done.  Although Dr. Autonomelius is certainly working hard to change it-- they don't have technology that can grow.  Not like a human body.  A developing one, at that, which went through drastic changes and growths by the day.


Okona might have never gone under the knife if it wasn't for the explosion he can barely remember; tore his left arm clean off and opened a gaping hole in his chest, his innards turned to soup.

He's not entirely sure why Dr. Autonomelius decided to keep him alive and put him through the hell of being opened up again and again and again, and again for adjustments, like some kind of toy soldier.  He wouldn't say he's grateful, either.  But he is alive.


With actuators to mimic finer muscle movement, reflexes, and coordination--and a sleek black frame--it was a marvel at the time of it's creation.  Before Okona's left arm, the prosthetics were clunky and slow, relying soley on pistons and girders.  They were severely limited in their range and capabilities.

Now? It's probably out of date, in just a few years there have been leagues of advancements.  But one of a kind and first of an era has to count for something, or so he tells himself.

He can't say whether it's the sensors or his head, but on ocassion he'll have ghosts of sensation-  a tickle on the back of his hand, or a spasm in his arm, an ache in his shoulder that just won't go away.  It's not something he's open to sharing, but it's becoming such a frequent occurence that he's convinced it's some kind of glitch.  Faulty wiring.  Does this thing even have wires?

The prosthetic is made from a titanium-pallidium alloy to be both flexible and durable, and considered combat-ready.  He was told he can lift around if not exceeding half a tonne, but he's never been in a situation to try.  And he's a little iffy about it considering his grandfather had ended up tearing his own prosthetic right out of his shoulder. 

Unlike his grandfather, however,  Okona has all the secondary add-ons that are supposed to keep that from happening.  Enhancements all the way down his spine, and interwoven into all the connective muscles in his shoulders, back, chest, and abdomen.

At the same time he was getting all these enhancements, he was getting the replacements he needed to survive- cyberorgans.  Heart, lungs, liver, a chunk of his intestines and stomach.  

Okona couldn't tell you why he has a neural jack- maybe the good Doctor got confused, or maybe he just got carried away or forgot to tell him he had brain damage; 


The older models were ugly ports on the back of the neck, but Okona was lucky to get one of the newer versions; even if it's just as noticeable.  Built-in on the right side of his head just above his temple, his neural jack is triangular, normally glowing blue.

He can't say it hasn't been useful carrying around a brain-computer interface that allows him to process information at an alarming rate, or that it hasn't been a wild ride synching his thoughts with his VALKYRIE and gaining the ability to fly in a way he expects only a bird would experience.. but he really could do without the migraines and the constant head-aches and the static in his ear.  

He's been told the neural jack has extensive offensive capabilites- at least in cyberwarfare.  Your thoughts become literal weapons- creating viruses and firewalls to defend at a moments notice.

The risk, of course, is as great as the advantage.




 Getting there.

 Have some music in the mean-time.


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  • (I do the same tbh, but I just kind of kept reading and then went "oh hi comments section." It happens. LOL


    Waking Hayden up would be simple, but I"m sure he'd be incredibly disoriented after, uh...probably a few hundred years of stasis. He registers as a weird combination- UNHOLY if you will, HA. HA.- of computational and argent (hell) energy. He's smart enough to not be violent immediately, but he'd have questions. If HE didn't know how he ended all the way out where he's at, it would mean we could explore that and see what comes of it.)

  • (I read through all your stuff so far, down to the neural jack. First thing that comes to midn for me is this. Hayden's immortal- his brain is constanty being rejuvinated, so he just...can't die. Let's say something were to go wrong in his Mars base. He tries to escape, but his shuttle is incapacitated. He goes into stasis mode, expecting to never be found and just...end up adrift in the universe in a slowly decomposing craft from 2150 or so. Once it's gone, it will just be him tumbling out there, or crashing into a planet to become a heap of god knows what. What if he were to be FOUND in that state, so far from Mars something must have happened to push him out there?)

  • (PST. I'm looking to actually get some longer threads going, just started one with Lance. You interested?)

  • Dream — Okona's Dreams

    The mind is indeed a tricky place, but it is a wonderous place at the same time. Regardless what anyone cares to experience within it. Be heaven or hell. You can either take control or be swallowed up. It's only a matter of how one's mind words and how much hold they have within it. But it seems Okona's mind has wandered. Even his mind was wandering within the dream itself. Venturing into places he didn't care to remember. Or want those thoughts to ripple alive within this very dream he found himself in. In the mean while, he finds himself staring at a figure he's never met and yet, there he stands. Someone totally alien to him. Though aware he is within a dream, why this person, why now or here. Okona is being stared back, but not yet answered, in any shape or form.

    Instead, Gabriel turns to look around when the last of Okona's words leave the male's lips. Arms spreading out in solitary gesture to their surroundings. There is that mention of them being within his mind, and not at the actual place he was depicting in such a manner. Gabriel doesn't recognize it, but he would eventually in a whole different way. For now he would have to be content with what he was gazing at. Etching every bit of detail to the back of his mind for reference. It is a strange place, but what place isn't. It was lush, filled with strange things he has never come across. Earth was beginning to see much and more since the numbers of humans thinned. It is quite pleasant really. Their pollution controlled to the extreme.

    " We are indeed within your mind. You project a place within a place. Painted by your emotions. Yet no people. "

    With the last of those words. Gabriel looks back to Okona. Enquiry in his eye, brow lifting with mild emphasis. Not yet, Gabriel was yet to share who he is. A name at least, but not yet. He wanted to get a name to this place, or perhaps something a bit more, if anything. Before Okona could say anything, Gabriel was bending down to the soil under his bare feet. Palm facing down and fingers spreading lightly. He places the pads of his fingers down onto the soil first before closing them inward, towards his palm. He leaves grooves in the soil, gathering it in a fist full. Turning his hand he's able to see the amount he'd collected into his palm. Keeping his long digits clamped around.

    Looking up with clear eyes, he's gazing Okona in the eye. Waiting on the man to say something, if he hadn't already. That clear gaze follows every line that designs the human before him. And he must admit to some degree of awe, that this human was much more different than those he was used to. To some other degree, humans back on Earth had not evolved. Instead, they had fallen back to a more basic and primitive form of existence. One less aggrivating. If anyone had to measure the violence there now, it would be no more than five percent. Any violence or crime is punishable by the divine that have taken reign over the lands. It is something that the Heavens thought humanity needed. Not human rule, but by their superiors. The lambs needed a strong hand to guide them. Gabriel's lips part for a name. Choosing now than later to speak it, rather than leave that blank and visit Okona later.

    " Gabriel. "

    There is no surname, just a simple name. Something rather original. He rises to his feet, standing tall, back straight. Giving him time, Gabriel is soon walking towards the dreamer. He gazes down at the shorter male, a slight tilt to his head. Moving around Okona, puts Gabriel behind him, leaning to speak to his right ear.

    " Why don't you show me where this place really is. Or what it should really be. Somewhere you miss? "

    Seems that the stranger was rather curious. Each of his words spoken in almost a whisper. Making these words specifically for Okona's ear, and no one elses. Not that there was anyone else around. It is simply a typical common reaction for anyone. Might want to call it a human behavior. But neither was exactly that. Gabriel wasn't, because he was an Archangel. And Okona wasn't entirely human, because he was made of mechanical components. The few that went against this act against humanity would consider Okona something else. If he were to return to Earth, people there would possibly shun him. Want him gone for being something else, and not entirely human.

    Both of Gabriel's hands rose and landed upon Okona's shoulders. Light and soft as they were upon those shoulders, human or not. Okona would be able to feel. Even through cybernetics. He would find nerves there he didn't know he had. Now this was meant to ease the man's emotions, whatever they might be going through or presenting because of Gabriel. The touch would enduce calm and clarity. Help Okona clear his mind and show him what he truly wanted to see. Without his thoughts clouding him and not enabling him from seeing what he truly desired. No thoughts of Quest or his mouth would creep into that difficult and tired mind. Relax, Gabriel would say from within Okona's mind. He didn't need to verbalize the word. It soothed into the man's mind like a large smothering wave. Devouring him.

    If and when the landscape would change. Gabriel would be glancing. Taking in every bit of the change. See if there was anything he knew. But till that happens, he turns slightly and gazed upon Okona's side profile. Gabriel's breath is barely felt upon the side of the man's face, if at all. There's a sweet scent to his breath, one that no matter whom this was, could never put a finger on. As Okona's mind starts to work or tries to, Gabriel would be there, squeezing ever so slightly on the man's shoulders. Altering the image of his thoughts of what this place should be. Aiding him on the true depiction of this world. Where there would be no people, Gabriel placed unknown figures of true existence here and there. Going about their business, unable to see either of the two.

    No real structures, no vehicles. Just animal and man getting alone. Only means of transport would be twin monoliths in key locations. They served as ports to travel long distances. Areas around Earth were restricted. Paths laid out for the humans, meant only these paths were available. Anything else, not so much. The design of this very view they gazed upon, or if they were. Was something out of a dream. One's imagination of what Heaven would look like. Here, there was something lacking. And that was the Angels. But everything else seemed unearthly. Structures were a soft white, a glow to them. Either round or cornered structures surrounded them.

    This reality only blends into what Okona might image on his own. But with Gabriel in his mind, things become a bit different. In which, it might arouse a couple of questions in Okona. Gabriel only watches on with a neutral look to his face. No expression. His eyes the only things showing anything, if anything at all at a time. A rare sight, for better word. Gabriel gives Okona's shoulders a bit of a pull. Bringing the man back against him. Further leaning into that same ear.

    " Are our two worlds anything alike? "

    Gabriel has to ask, the question light and in no need for a real answer. Okona could just nod his head in reply if he wished to. Or just think it. Gabriel would know. Even by the slightest reaction the man gave, he would know. A slight flinch or so, he would know.

    " Does this place feel, familiar? "

    And it should, even if Okona wasn't born on that old planet that everyone had left behind. They had drained all the resources and deemed it unlivable. But that same planet, Earth, had been revitalized by the city above. Taken over and maintained as it should be. An Eden. But the feeling Okona should be feeling is a feeling of welcome. Warmth that leaves that yerning impression. Expecting more, needing more.

  • SOOOOoooo I kinda kicked Poe.. Inspo just kinda wasn't bound to last long, but Lance here might just be as good though. I can easily fit him into futuristic settings and whatnot. Just let me know 

  • ( ⵓ Deep breath ⵓ What is with that fuckery!? Just fucking with you.  XD Any length is fine. )


    Takes a long drag and blows out some smoke. 

    “Well now. What do we have here?”


  • Earth — B.C. - A.C.

    Over seers cast their gaze upon a molding world that is slowly unfolding. And beneath this, a darker half of its twin above. Two sides waging war while humanity as ignorant as new born babe. Little intelligence leaves no room for much restraint when exposed to the unknown. For the few have had their run one have all but lost their minds, broken and useless. While either side stays in their respectful places, these fragile minds are spared. However, this is not always the case. One side is always bound for the worse. Simply because they feel they can. Arrogance is usually the driving for behind these events. An arrogance that is unforgivable. And such thing has a name, or it is in his name the deeds upon humanity are dealt. Lucifer.

    Lucifer, the Angel that rebelled against the father, God. And upon his uproar, is cast down to govern the depths of what is later known as Hell. He however is not the only one to fall from grace. Those in league with the Angel follow suit, if not one of the first. Gabriel had cast down one himself during the rebellion. Spare his finest, scribe turned warrior. Falling before his acclaimed Master. Gabriel is left with little trust, even within his own brethren. Because even in the heavens there is betrayal that no one could possibly think possible. Nothing is perfect you see.

    After the first conflict comes another. While it appeared to have happened by mortal hands, it wasn’t believed so above. It was believed that God's mortal son has been crucified. The Heavens are once more in an uproar. Whether it be by the ever arrogant and rebellious fallen angel Lucifer, then Gabriel would see if this was so. While time and age is no enemy for the divine. Their ability to walk amongst humanity is. For they need a worthy vessel go accept and be possessed. Allowing the divine to walk amongst the lambs. Those are the rules.

    How this works, is a question at the tips of anyone’s tongue. It starts with a whisper, small conversation for the greater of man. Evil walks amongst them and through the chosen vessel will the evil be exterminated. Whether the answer be yes or no, the decision must be respected. Upon receiving the holy light, the angel, the possessed is amplified by the powers and abilities the Angel commands. While Angels in general hardly ever possess a vessel. It is more common that those above them, the Archangel be capable of protecting even its vessel from harm. When confronted with conflict, said Archangel is the only one to be cut down or expelled by exorcism. The vessel remaining unharmed, unless the assailant deem this otherwise. Die for your acceptance. Which is the demonic way.

    Should things end right and the Angel or Archangel for instance, completes their mission. Then they ascend back to the Heavens. Leaving the vessel where they stand, safely. No memory if their encounter or experience. No visible evidence neither, but a simple sense of fulfilment. There have been rare cases where the vessels don’t fair very well. A mission is a failure, or the agent from above was unreliable. Losing grace and collected by the legions below. These are the rules. Defeat or be the defeated. Vessels at time become one with their Angel. This never ends well. Existence of the divine and ruthless is exposed, ruining the minds of human vessels to the degree of manifesting something entirely. Creature that are banished to the deeper depths of Hell.

    Such ordeals and possessions thinned through the decades that it was rarely occurring. Because humans had learned to engine them. Hell spilled into humanity in the smallest of ways that they were able to pass their teachings. At times posing as wise men of the earlier years, then scholars of the later era. Respected men that would be guarded tooth and nail by those that followed their leadership. The divine had strong believers emerge, but arrogant ones as well, those that would burn their own in the Lord's name. No one is perfect and the conflict must commence. And it does. When matters couldn’t be worse, Lucifer has stepped down and has abandoned Hell. Leaving his charge for anyone willing to take it. At least that’s the rumor circulating. With much that has transpired and uncovered. Who is there to believe. At times the devil lies, or it is the Angel. What side if none, does one trust and believe.

    Careless acts by the many with nothing to lose, cost those caught in the middle everything. As time goes by much changes and it’s through the thick and thin that molds the future. This time, a cruel one. Earth, meets an end that cannot and will not be prevented. Gabriel, who has been the spectator and delivered, knows this. Does nothing to change the fate. Where it was the Angels and Demons that knew the skies, as do the mortals now. They have gone beyond, with thoughts of meeting the supposed God that made them. While this isn’t everyone’s belief, it is present thought at the back of their minds. Confessed or no, there is always a maker that everyone eventually meets in the end.

    With humanity existing beyond the stars and leaving earth a fleeting memory, the old still remain. God still above and Lucifer back on the fiery throne, balance is restored. Allowing the beginning of an end to be reborn a new upon this forgotten world. With little to nothing occupying the surface, gives the dutiful Angels to walk the surface with no consequence. Creatures that had long since died, born again. Nature that had withered with the pollutants humanity spilled, gone, giving free reign to the plant life to flourish without restraint. It was Even all over again. Worthy few that were left for dead know their makers and are accepted. Children that serve under the watchful eye of the Angels. Help keep the corrupt out.

    Where earth could have been seen from the stars along side its moon, was now hidden. Surrounded by the thickness of asteroids. Venus and Mercury were gone, the sun still strong as it ever was. By means unspoken of. Not even something as advanced technology could really explain. As day turns to night, it is always the same. Peace that thought to be impossible, the conflict was only subdued, for how long, it cannot be said. But Gabriel who walks the garden will do his all and keep it for as long as he sees fit. Passing the crescent lake, the Archangel stops to gaze upon the surface. It was the only the other day that he overheard their human’s talking. When the moon was at its fullest, strange things reflect off the surface of the water.

    How could it not, it was like a large mirror. Pure and brilliant, but as Gabriel is upon these set of thoughts. He bares witness to what he had heard. The lost lambs who had abandoned their home were playing God. Attempting to colonize where they are not wanted. They have become far more aggressive than their descendants. Potable, some were far from their human selves. Looking like their creations, where at one point were considered toys. Now they were just that, their own devices of amusement and achievement. What wonders they might have witnessed up until now he wonders mildly to himself. He offers a casual blink of the eyes, such thought now behind him. As he was about to walk from the lake something catches Gabriel’s eye.

    “ He sleeps. As odd as he is, I thought such leisure was beyond them. “

    The words leave in a whisper from the Archangel’s lips. He tilt his head as that fading curiosity rears right back. Gabriel steps ever closer to the water’s edge. With focus and a close of his eyes, he is able to travel so far and make it seem it was across the lake itself. So while Okona Ren was wandering the planet he had left behind, the Archangel becomes witness of a world so far. Even for him. But given that Okona had ties to the old world, it was easy to skip into the man’s dreams. This is something that Gabriel hasn’t done in so very lone it was almost nostalgic. No consequence, Gabriel could be present before Okona. Not only because this was a dream, but because humanity has come so far that a bring like Gabriel could be misconstrued as Alien.

    Six-foot five, dressed rather archaic. Draped in what would have been known as robes. No protection from the elements out here in this volatile wilderness. Looking like a simple man, dressed so lightly, even barefoot to boot. Looking about like a new born, able to see for the first time. And those eyes direct their gray hues to the only other individual here, Okona. Gabriel has this glow about him that it’s hard to tell what. But that glow is warm and down right inviting. Even if the danger around them wasn’t there.

    “ Where are we? “

    Gabriel’s asks as he looks around for a moment, then back to Okona. His tone both soft yet deep with command. He didn't sound hostile, nor looked it for that matter. He just appeared lost and damn well out of place.

  • ⵓ Space. Laugh My reply to you will be extensive that I feel will burn me out for the rest of the day. But I will try to make it worth the read. It will be like pulling a fucking rabbit out of my ass, rather than a hat. ⵓ

  • ⵓ Now I want to read everything you got on your guy. What ever happen with Madn? ⵓ

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