Talents

• Anti-Air Specialist
  Increases ATK to 135% when attacking aerial targets

Skills

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  Armor Breaker

  Offensive RecoveryAuto Activation

  Lv.

  

  SP Cost

  4

  The next attack deals 180% of ATK physical damage and the target's DEF -35% for 5 seconds

  atk_scale

  1.8

  def

  -0.35

  duration

  5
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  Armor Breaker - Spread

  Offensive RecoveryManual Activation

  Lv.

  

  SP Cost

  15

  The next attack deals 200% of ATK physical damage to at most 5 enemies within range and the DEF of targets hit -40% for 5 seconds

  atk_scale

  2

  def

  -0.4

  duration

  5

Modules

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  ORIGINAL

  Meteor's Badge

  Module Selected

  Story

  Operator Meteor has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for maintaining distance whilst conducting suppressive fire against the enemy.
  The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
  This operator shall be appointed a Sniper Operator during field operations to exercise Marksman responsibilities.
  In witness whereof,
  This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
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  MAR-X

  Hunter's Knife

  

  Select Module

  Stage	Stats	Upgrade Description
  1	HP +100 ATK +22	Marksman Trait Attacks aerial enemies first Increases ATK to 110% when attacking aerial targets
  2	HP +150 ATK +27	Anti-Air Specialist Increases ATK to 140% when attacking aerial targets
  3	HP +180 ATK +30	Anti-Air Specialist Increases ATK to 150% when attacking aerial targets

  Story

  Coming in at a clip through the dense forest hills, her heart pounds like it wants to leap from her chest. The prey at her knees thrashes relentlessly and still draws ragged gasps, kiln-hot breath met with the ice-cold forest air as it flares from its nostrils, giving rise to a fine white mist.
  Stooping low, she leans to its ear, and speaks a few soft words of comfort.
  'Shh, it'll be fine soon. Calm down, calm down.'
  Heeding her warm caress, the prey's struggles slowly cease, and it stares at her with its deep black gaze. In the pool of its stagnant eye, its pupil still tremors and quakes, stirring a whirlpool in its sclera, tenaciously seeking to draw one last drop of mercy from the two eyes staring back.
  Yet her voice is a ruthless gust that coils through dead leaves.
  'It'll all be over soon.'
  With a draw of a hunter's knife from her rear hip, slitting the prey's throat is both quick and clean. Fresh blood gushes from the incision and stains the earth, leaving behind a thick iron stench which mixes with the rotting autumn leaves and lingers for a good while in her nose.
  This month shows signs of spring, winter having only just thawed, and the ice-littered creeks chill her fingers to a deep red swell while the blood hardened on the knife washes and melts away in the current. Like red threads needling through the water, flowing with the creek to the forest's edge.
  Behind her, a full beastskin hangs on a branch, with a bonfire lit below to cook the moisture from it. The prey's carcass has been split, one half skewered above the fire, wafting an enticing aroma of grease as it roasts. The other half she's left by the creek, soon to be found by scavenging animals following the scent of blood, and dragged away in their mouths.
  Daytime follows in the departing footsteps of night, early morn filtering through the forest in slanted beams from the east. Perfectly pale light glances again and again off the creek's shimmering waves, stabbing at her undefended eyes still adjusted to the earlier darkness. Her hand quickly shields them as she waits for them to adapt to the sun's sting. Warmth takes to the fine veins in her eyelids, inviting her to open her eyes again and see the beautiful sight. Letting out a deep sigh, she experimentally opens her tightly curled fingers. Her eyelashes tremble, she opens her eyes, and that which filters through the cracks between her fingers is the faint green of a rich forest. Deep in the trees, a kyebeast wanders through the cover, chewing leisurely at the grass, unaware that it's already been trapped in that frigid forest, and of the keen arrow nocked in a bow aimed at the hollow of its throat.

RIIC Base Skills

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  Standardization α

  When this Operator is assigned to a Factory, productivity +15%
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  Thoughtfulness

  

  When this Operator is assigned to a Dormitory, restores +0.55 Morale per hour to another Operator assigned to that Dormitory whose Morale is not full (Only the strongest effect of this type takes place)