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Senshi: Sailor Daedalus, Deep Space Senshi of Progress

Challenge: “Progress belongs to those who work for it.” // “We all lift together.”

Uniform Color:

Main Color: Mint Green
Secondary Color: Brown/Purple

Uniform:

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Attacks:

Sailor Scout Attack: Progress On!
Daedalus speaks the name of his attack, and enemies within a 6 foot radius are suddenly overwhelmed by visions of progress of some kind—social, technological, any kind is possible. These visions are crammed into about 10 seconds, and when they fade, they leave the targets disoriented as they try to parse through what they just saw. The disorientation lingers for about 20 seconds, but can remain longer at player discretion. Daedalus can use this attack three times per battle.

Super Sailor Scout Attack: Progress Forward!
Daedalus speaks the name of his attack, and enemies within an 8 foot radius are suddenly overwhelmed by visions of progress of some kind—social, technological, any kind is possible. These visions are crammed into about 10 seconds, and when they fade, they leave the targets disoriented as they try to parse through what they just saw. The disorientation lingers for about 25 seconds, but can remain longer at player discretion. Daedalus can use this attack twice per battle.

Eternal Sailor Attack: Wheels of Progress!
Daedalus speaks the name of the attack, and makes a sweeping gesture, and enemies within a 15 foot radius are assaulted by visions of progress crammed into about 10 seconds; the visions this time are directly tied to the area in which the magic is cast in, and so might vary between planets or dimensions (so there would be different visions on Mercury vs on Earth vs in Negaspace), but they are always dangerous. After the visions fade, enemies are left feeling disoriented and battered, and may have moderate bruising at player discretion. The disorientation and pain last for a further 45 seconds. Daedalus can use this spell once per battle.

Deep Space Senshi:

Physical Features: Curling horns, slightly elongated canines, slit pupils, and pointed ears. All of these are cosmetic; his teeth don’t bite any harder than human teeth and his horns are blunted and confer no advantage in battle.

Backstory/History: Planet Daedalus was, if you looked at the surface, a shimmering steampunk utopia. The planet of unfettered progress, a land of inventors and geniuses creating fantastical machines and making leaps and bounds forward, supported by a great industrial revolution. It was the Gilded Age of American capitalism come early, and on an alien world. Daedalus was resource-rich and thrived on trade and exports of manufactured goods.

And, just like the Gilded Age, the sparkly exterior and hyper-indulgence of the wealthy papered over massive inequality that left the poorest of the planet behind to work in factories and warehouses and mines with poor safety and abysmal practices. Extremely long shifts with few days off were common, which meant that fatigue worsened the already terrible conditions. Accidents and deaths happened with regularity.

It was into this underclass that Soren Blythe, the future Sailor Daedalus, was born. He was orphaned at a young age, and by age seven, he was working in Daedalus’s factories. By the time he was discovered as the Senshi at age fourteen, practically by chance, he had witnessed all sorts of horrors, and had himself developed a nasty cough that would continue to haunt him throughout his life—a consequence of inhaling the toxic chemicals that permeated the air of the manufacturing plants where he worked.

The fact that someone from the lower classes was the Senshi caused quite a spectacular uproar, especially since even at 14, Soren was already getting involved with the burgeoning labor movement on the world. The previous Senshi had been one of the hyper-wealthy elite, and had gladly participated in perpetuating the social conditions that allowed them to prosper at the people’s expense, and this change was quite shocking. Soren was approached many times over his life by upper-class people looking to adopt him or otherwise bring him into their world, in hopes of once again having the Senshi on their side, but he had already seen too much. Progress, Soren believed, ought to belong to everyone, not just the few who already had money and power.

So he stayed with the labor movement, and over the years, his role as the Senshi and his charisma and dedication to the work meant that he became a leading figure in the movement. He also spent time visiting other worlds, seeking allies in the fight against inequality on his own planet, and it was on one such trip that he found the love of his life, a fellow Senshi from another world. That relationship vied with his work to be the most important thing in Soren’s life, sometimes to his lover’s frustration.

When Chaos came to Daedalus, it was swift and merciless. One day, Soren was parting from his beloved after a fight over his priorities; the next, Daedalus found itself cut off from the wider universe, and Soren found his lifelong illness worsening rapidly. The planet’s environment, already beginning to degrade from exploitation and pollution, began to come apart at a rapid pace, and Soren and his group began to prepare plans for a violent overthrow of the order of the world, seeing it as perhaps the only way to save the planet from elites who were determined to play down or ignore the growing crisis.

As his illness worsened, Soren was forced to spend less and less time in the public eye. But he continued to work, and plan—and to do plenty to undermine the interests of people much more powerful than him. One of those people, a factory owner whose workers Soren had personally organized into a powerful union, decided to take matters into his own hands, and schemed to have Sailor Daedalus poisoned. Better to kill this agitator and hope that his next version was someone more pliable.

With his planet infected by Chaos and its guardian dying, the planet took action—and instead of the poison killing him, Soren was pulled into a deep, deathlike sleep, a stasis that would keep him alive and preserved, and prevent the poison from taking full effect. Thinking him dead, his comrades had him interred in the mausoleum that housed all the Senshi of Daedalus—to his benefit, because it protected him from the chaos that was unleashed around him.

News of this spread like wildfire, and eventually, the factory owner’s plan was exposed—and that was the spark that lit the match of a violent uprising. Believing their champion dead, the people of Daedalus rose up in anger—and were crushed. Anger could not match well-paid and well-trained private armies. But crushing the revolt did not slow the decline of the world. The cascade of environmental destruction, hastened by Chaos, brought plagues, disasters, and a dwindling food supply—and eventually, it brought the end.

All while the planet’s guardian slept, kept in stasis and waiting for something to awaken him.