Muscular build(3% body fat). Various scars all over his body from work, fights, etc.
Eyes: Hazel leaning towards green.
Normal outfit: Black Junkers outfit, combat boots, and sunglasses.
Known ships:
Salvager Class Frigate: .:j:.Gunblader|Mr.Clean
Pilgrim Class Liner: .:j:.I_Like_to_Watch
History: Born on Kreuzberg Depot in New Berlin, he is the son of an Junker father and a Outcast mother. His mother left to rejoin the outcasts after he was born. He and his father lived on his father's CSV. He began working on the ship when he was five years old. His father would shuttle him around to different bases, never staying too long in one place. Because of this Gilbert grew up isolated and friendless. When he was eighteen he left his father to strike out his own way in life. His motivation is to survive, by any means necessary. He is not afraid to break the law to get money.
Father of two, a toddler and a teenager. You don't scare me.
Upon arriving in New York, he immediately went to Rochester to look for work. He started scrapping to make enough for a CSV. It was then his stay in Liberty began to get complicated. Upon hearing that those lucky enough to get inside of Mactan base, pending you had the credits, could buy a full cargo hold of Cardamine, Gilbert set off with smuggling dreams in his head. He made enough money blowing up Xeno's ships to fill his modest CSV full of illegal goods. It was then he made an amateur mistake that would send him packing out of Liberty. As he entered New York, he decided against his better judgement to take the trade lanes to make better time. Turns out making good time can cost you.
As soon as he exited the trade lane at Fort Bush, he was swarmed by LNS and LPI ships. Gunning his engine he took off towards the bad lands. Swerving between the rocks that inhabit that part of space, he tried shaking off his pursuers. One lucky cruise disrupter later and he was dead in the water. Not wanting to lose his ship, he dumped his cargo and watched it be blown to smithereens. Then all the ships fired on his CSF and crippled one of his engines.
"You have one hour to leave Liberty space or we'll finish the job." A scruff voice told him. With that he limped out of New York, heading for New London.
Hours later he finally reached Trafalgar Base. He used what was left of his money to fix his ship and get a stiff drink. Sitting at the bar he noticed a rough bunch of fellow Junkers eye-balling him. "What are you looking at?" Gilbert asked them. They all got up, walked over and sat beside him. "You looked like you just blew a big shipment. I've seen that face time and time again." one of them said.
"Maybe I did whats it to you?"
"Nothing, but a man such as yourself could use an opportunity to make some real credits." He went into his pocket and pulled out a data pad, "Fill this out and leave it in the cargo loading area. If we like what we see, than maybe you can fly with us." They all got up and walked off.
"And just who the hell are you?" Gilbert asked?
"We're the Marauders, The Junker Marauders."
Gilbert looked at the datapad and thought, "What the hell, I've got nothing to lose." He filled out the data pad and left it in the cargo loading area.
Days later he received a message on his ships communications device, "Accepted."
Now he flies with the Marauders in a new Serenity Class Transport called, "Mr.Clean." He has greed in the mind and revenge in his heart and he is read to take the Houses for every credit they have....
Father of two, a toddler and a teenager. You don't scare me.
After a few weeks, Gilbert actually got to fly with the leader of the G.M. of the Marauders, George Masters. Flying through Texas, Gilbert was asked if he wanted to mine some Premium Scrap:
"So what have you been doing to make money for us?
"I've been taking shipments of Light Arms to Malta and bring back Cardi to Houston."
"Have you taken any scrap?"
"Not really. This Serenity just can't mine scrap that well."
"Well I can see from your accounts that you have well enough to get a Salvager."
"A Salvager?"
"Yes, its not pretty to look at, but its one of the best ships we have as far as doing its job goes. Has the same cargo hold as the Serenity, can mount better weapons and it can gather scrap better than anything else. Look at the arms on the front. *sends Salvager info to Gilbert*
After looking at the schematics Gilbert decides to go get one. He had one more order of business to attend to first. He flew to planet Malta, escorting the Junker flying under the name "Unikitty" who happened to be taking Premium scrap there herself. He traded his Serenity in for a Falcatta bomber, keeping the name of "Mr. Clean."
He spend a few days on Malta, searching for his mother or any information on her. After no leads had come up, he decided it would be best to head to Puerto Rico, to visit Vieques Shipyards to see if any Salvagers would be for sale.
Upon arriving he went to the ship dealer to see what they had:
"Hey there, I'm with the Marauders. You got any Salvagers?"
"A Marauder huh? Well I ain't got no good Salvies. Just sold my last one."
"Good Salvies? Are you implying that there are bad ones."
"Well bad is a broad term. All these Salvies are built by different Junker familes, clans, and groups. When they decide to get a new one or a better ship, they sell them to the ship yard. So each design is a little different than the next."
".....So do you have any kind of Salvager left?"
"Well, I got one fer ya. Powerplants, Salvaging arms, weaponry, and engines work just fine, but..."
"But what?"
"The ship's got faulty AI."
"What do you mean?"
"Well instead of explaining, I'll show ya. Its easier to show ya this."
Walking to the hangar bay of the shipyard, Gilbert saw the ship in question. Looked to be in good shape. A little bit of rust, but what Junker ship was without rust? As they approached, a deep, slightly sadistic, and very crass(with a slight infeminite twang) voice spoke up:
(\\\\\For the actual character the AI is based on please look at this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxr10LlOp48\\\\\)
"And who do we have here? Another worthless Maggot to try and pilot me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh I'm sorry, did I not make myself clear. Let me clear up the pecking order. It goes you, the dirt, the worms inside of the dirt, Xenos, Maggots, PoPo's Stool, and then PoPo."
Looking at the ship dealer with a look of disbelief and awe, Gilbert asks a question:
"What the hell is PoPo?"
"Its what it calls itself. Mr.PoPo."
"Is this the only thing wrong with it?
*Hesitating slightly* "....Ye-Yeeesssss."
*sighs* "Fine I'll take it..."
To be Continued.....
Father of two, a toddler and a teenager. You don't scare me.
His eyes move behind closed eyelids, brain activity showing for the first time in two years. Gilbert has been in a coma ever since a faulty A.I. in a Salvager class ship jettisoned him from his cockpit and then fired upon him. He knows not where he is, although he has a sense of familiarity around him. Slowly he begins to open his eyes, bright white lights blinding him.
"Damn its bright in here. Where the hell am I?", He asks.
Well, well, well. Look who finally woke up.
"He turns his head and gazes upon a familiar face. One he did not want to see again. He was looking at his father, and judging by his surroundings, he was at his birthplace, Kreuzberg .
Gilbert sat there, staying into the face of this father, whom he had not seen in almost ten years.
"When the hell did you come back?"
"Oh I've been here since they found you floating in Dresden."
"Floating in Dresden? What happened, why was I floating in space?"
"Well, it seems that Salvager you purchased came with a faulty AI. How you got the money to get that thing is beyond me, I never had enough money for a Salvager."
"Maybe its because I don't blow all my money on shit that will kill me."
With that his father lashes out and smacks Gilbert across the face.
"DON'T YOU MOUTH OFF TO ME! I DIDN'T TAKE IT FROM YOUR MOTHER AND I DAMN SURE WON'T TAKE IT FROM YOU!"
Gilbert just smiles and spits blood from his mouth.
"You're drunk aren't you? Doesn't surprise me. But you never answered my question."
"Yeah...about that....seems your ship ejected you from the cargo hold into space and fired on you. How you survived is beyond me. But your suit and helmet held together long enough for you to be found." His father takes a small flask from his pocket and takes a swig of whatever's in it.
But its all not bad news. Seems your ship, the Mr.Popo, flew itself back to Kreuzburg and docked. Technicians were finally able to take out the A.I. The ship's waiting on you.
"Well that's first bit of good news I've had since opening my eyes."
"What? You're not happy to see your old man?"He asks with Obvious sarcasm.
At this point, Gilbert gets up and begins to get dressed. As he finishes lacing his boots up, he rushes his father, pinning him by the throat to the wall.
"You touch me again, and they will never find your body.", His words dripping with hate and malice
"You're just like your mother.", his words coming out strained as he struggles for air."Docking Port E, mooring area 1."
With that information, Gilbert storms out, ready to get back to the space faring life.
It had been weeks since Gilbert woke up from his coma. A lot of things had changed, first and foremost was the fact the Junker Marauders had forgotten about him, presumably thinking he is dead. So with no support and little cash, he took his ship, The Mr.Popo(Now free of hostile AI's) and got back to doing what he loved, scrapping. It wasn't long before he noticed how things were slow for a indie Junker. So he contacted the Junker Congress, offering his services. Wild Bill let him in and he now spends his days filling contracts and doing whatever the Congress asks of him.
Sitting in the bar on Junker's Town, he looks at a data pad, scrolling through info on the Outcasts.
"Damn it, how can this woman disappear into thin air?", he takes a drag on a cigarette and a swig of his drink. "More importantly, what did you see in that drunk I call a father?"
Even a coma couldn't stop him from looking for his mother, whom he has never met. Every lead he gets comes to a dead end, only fueling his anger and interest more. He looks up from the data pad to see another Congressman coming towards him.
"Got a bit of news for ya."
"Well get to it, what is it?"
"Got a gift from Tyber for ya. He says thanks for the help with that Robotics Contract he had." *Hands another data pad to Gilbert:*
He looks at the data pad and promptly spits out his drink. It was a credit transfer for one hundred million credits. Upon further inspection he saw an access code for someting a Visques Shipyards.
"Not bad for a week of work. This will go a long way to help my search, however, I notice an access code here. Know anything about that?"
"It's for a ship, a Pilgrim Liner. Tyber's Pilgrim Liner. He says its part of your payment."
What ever was left of his drink is now on the floor of Junker's Town as he spit more of his drink out. A Pilgrim Liner?!?!? That was almost triple the payment he just recieved, never mind the fact that he could haul so much more cargo now. As the money wheels began to turn in his head, the congressman spoke up, almost stifling laughter.
"But there is a catch."
"Catch? What kind of catch?"
"Before he fully unlocks it, you have to rename it."
"Rename it? Rename it to what?"
".........."
"RENAME IT TO WHAT?!" ,He asks slighty annoyed.
......I like to watch.
"You like to watch what?"
*Coy stare*
And then he gets the joke.
"Damn it Tyber........that's genius. Fine, it'll be renamed.....I like to watch."
"You like to watch what??!?!", he snorts out, laughing as he dodges the glass that Gilbert just threw at him.