Kaveliere Cadre
The Cadre of Girls tasked with the defense of Quadrant 12, they are forbidden to know each other’s names, Doctor Korsen insists they refer to each other by their callsigns. They are disposable, not humans in the legal or moral sense, they exist at the Foundation's pleasure and to facilitate their war. The Foundation, however, has carefully manicured a different public image for the 12th Cadre. The Kaveliere Cadre, knightly protectors of Quadrant 12.
Handler
Doctor Korsen (She/Her)
Lean, sleek, severe. She wears her short hair back and dons a Foundation lab coat.
"I was previously head of an experimental breeding and training program aiming to weaponize the Gorgons. I had made great strides in the Foundation's understanding of Voidspace and its residents, but we hit a wall that I could not mount. After a year of spinning my wheels, the Foundation reassigned me and shuttered my program. The previous Handler for Quadrant 12 had retired in disgrace, and I was to step in. Here I continue the Work, prioritizing the war and the Frames. Any Girl will do to fill them. A girl is just a tool, an infinitely replaceable one, let Tennyson manage those things while I do what matters."
Girls
Callsign: Kaveliere-9 (It/Its)
Dark eyes, hair buzzed short. It used to have freckles.
"I remember joy. I remember laughter. I remember nothing of being a Girl. Though they tell me I am one now, and was before. They probed into me with scalpels and lasers, and with the use of drugs and conditioning beat my form and psyche into a serviceable shape to fight their war. The only place that feels right is in the cockpit, linked to Lychgate, piloting my true body, though I dare not say so out loud. I do not want to go back to surgery, back to programming."
Frame: Lychgate (She/Her)
A scavenged Harpy corpse, her umbilical spikes and flesh-melds cut away to make room for a cockpit. Experimental. She moves with unnerving grace and fluidity, her lanky arms and extreme forward leaning gait sometimes work in tandem with her tail to give her the appearance of quadrupedalism.
Callsign: Kaveliere-1 (He/Him)
Muscular, crew cut, masculine but smooth.
"My career has been short, but my rise to celebrity has been exponential. Though the Foundation ensured it would be. I’m the Ace of the Kaveliere Cadre, and the heartthrob of BosWash, but the truth is my position is precarious. I must always maintain my image and position and prevent certain truths from seeing the light of day, or my fall from fame may be just as rapid, and even more lethal."
Frame: Myshkin (He/Him)
Chrome, ceramic, gleaming red highlights. Strong, elegant, stoic, human. Resembling a broad shouldered and knightly figure in armor, sword and all.
Callsign: Kaveliere-10 (It/Its)
Girl next door, brown hair, green eyes, freckles. Ready to ruin.
"My sister and I were recruited out of High School by an intelligence agent, though she was sent to a different Quadrant. I do not know which. I am proud to serve, even if it means I am not legally human for the duration of my tour. The Kaveliere Cadre is a strange thing, its social ecology treacherous, but I trust K-1 to see me through this."
Frame: Psychopomp (She/Her)
Small, fragile, mechanical. Vaguely humanoid, but decidedly cube shaped. This utilitarian Frame is painted white, though the paint chips and reveals the alloy beneath. On one arm is mounted the nanobot injector, on the other a beam shotgun. She dons a pair of mesh wings on her back.
Callsign: Kaveliere-2 (It/Its)
Losing some of the sheen of youth, dark brown hair, cynical eyes.
"Everything went to shit, and it doesn’t matter. I lived. I don’t know that K-9 remembers anything that happened to the 12th Cadre, I don’t even know if K-9 is still who it was. Doctor Korsen relies on me to keep everyone, even the Ace, in line. It isn’t glamorous, the Doctor barely acknowledges me still, but it secures my survival. Maybe this time I’ll get to retire before everyone dies."
Frame: Edmund (She/Her)
Dark, sleek, imposing. Edmund is a dark reflection of Myshkin, a brutal knight decked in blackplate, mechanical and utilitarian, wielding a nanobot mace.
NPCs
Eliza Cross, the guard who doesn’t talk
Captain Sarah Smith, doe-eyed captain
Natalie Tennyson, cute junior handler
K-10’s sister, also a pilot
Agent Aurgum, intelligence agent
Director Zaleski, the Director of the Foundation
Taylor Griffon, Retired handler
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