Them: I had the worst day.

Ransom: want me to eat you up? Would that help?

FILE // BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Rena Yuu.

Age: 45 years old.

Gender: Female.

Pronouns: She/her.

Species: Human.

Home Planet: Gaia.

Job: Captain.

Criminal Record: N/A.

Contract: The captain goes down with her ship.

Faceclaim: Lucy Liu.

FILE // BACKGROUND

Before Rena Yuu was a glimmer in the universe’s eye, there was a man named Takao Yuu, one of the oldest politician’s and business tycoons of Gaia. Once reveled as the mad genius of his generation, Takao skyrocketed through the social classes of Gaia after engineering a serum that could erase one’s memories. Depending on dose and approximate time post-creation of the memory (’the sooner the better’), it could erase a bad day, a bad year, or a bad life. Although volatile and poorly understood to this day, its uses were widespread and reveled. A loved one died? A trauma endured? A secret learned that was more harmful than the lie itself? Poof, gone, back to daily life. Too powerful for the public sector to openly distribute unregulated, it was treated like a controlled drug to be used under direction of a doctor or technician responsible enough to handle any side effects that could occur (there were too many to list on its official label). What did a gentle white lie matter in relation to the disgusting, ugly truth?

So much time wasted in a laboratory and board room meetings, and Takao missed the young life of his first daughter, Reika. He would have never noticed either - yet one day, Reika went missing. The next, a ransom note was delivered. And too quickly, she was dead, a casualty of a war Takao didn’t realize he had started once his amazing, spectacular super drug hit the black market and created absolute chaos with a nuclear level fallout, leveling his only family in the process. Without a live body, he couldn’t clone her; he knew better to build an android in her like, an empty fulfillment of the daughter he once had. Most assumed Takao would take his own drug to forget the life of the little girl he loved - however, he didn’t, instead allowing her lose to harden him into someone unrecognizable to the few people who knew him, vowing to avenge the death of his first and only love by whatever means necessary. The man he became in the wake of his loss was nothing short of absurd.

Takao established a harem of women to bear him a daughter, but to no avail. Six sons later and he had all but given up on that dream - until one day, the news was bestowed upon him, a little girl had been conceived. In his mind, it was Reika, born into a new body ten years later, and Takao vowed to never take advantage of his baby girl, renaming her after the reincarnation that brought her back to him - Rena, the reborn.

Except Rena Yuu wasn’t the soul of his lost daughter. As a child, she never understood why she was under such staunch protections while her brothers were allowed to do whatever they want, whenever they want, completely free of restriction. Her first memories included being surrounded by an armed personnel detail, a ring of bodyguards that never left her side. She had no mother, in Takao’s eyes, she was simply only his. When he wasn’t working, they had tea together, and he explained to her the few memories from her ‘past life’ that they shared, always asserting she was Reika despite her growing confusion at the sentiment. Only once, around nine years old, did Rena ever speak up and proclaim she was her own person - the hand across her face was swift, and she hadn’t even realized her father had hit her until the stinging pain blossomed across her cheek. She never brought it up again.

Once she passed the age of Reika’s untimely death, she gained a new kind of Hell - the projection of her father’s wishes on every facet of her life. No person was good enough to date - she was to wait until she was twenty-five, like he envisioned, before she could be married to the man of his choosing. No schooling or activity was good enough to participate in - she was too delicate, too precious, too naive to play with her brothers, follow any of their unique paths in life, and instead she was to sit inside and take care of the domestic chores within their home, obstructed from any program she showed the slightest interest in. If she did find something that brought her joy, it was taken, for it didn’t fit the picture-perfect masterpiece her father anticipated for her.

By twenty-two, she had enough. The later years of her teens were spent constantly sneaking out, slipping her security detail, going places she wasn’t allowed, doing things she wasn’t supposed to. Gone was the fear of the unknown, the fear of failure, the fear of pain at the hand of her father. Every time she endured punishment, her anger only grew in depth, silently seething and awaiting its boiling point. Rena Yuu wasn’t allowed to be anything aside from Reika, and although Reika was dead, it was Rena who had been entrapped in a coffin. One night, under the cover of darkness, she escaped once again, but this time with a purpose - she enlisted in the military, the only viable path she could find that could legally trap her and thus truly liberate herself from her father’s madness without repercussions.

Decades passed, and it seemed like Rena had achieved her freedom. She had a gift for tactical thinking by nature, most likely the product of being surrounded by a security detail (and running away from it) for most of her life. She loved to tinker with anything the military allowed her to set her hands on, and was ushered into engineering programs for her intellectual prowess and, more likely, her last name. She never took a vacation or a sick day, the fear that her father would take advantage of her momentary lapse in judgement always hovering on the horizon at a level of mild paranoia. The anxiety that he would drag her back to his personal prison lingered in the back of her mind, and it fueled her to be the very best she could be in anything her ranking officers tried to throw at her.

Soon, she was top of her class, an achievement rendered from having zero personal time, unlimited dedication to the cause, and a lifetime of anger that needed release. She almost never agreed with her superiors, lacked control of her temper, often spoke out of term, had a real problem with authority, and was already at a deficit for interpersonal skills; she never apologized or attempted to appease these claims, however, because she simply didn’t feel the need to. In fact, Rena reveled in these criticisms, having finally found a foothold in a personality that wasn’t the projection of dead girl from an eon ago. However, her feisty attitude landed her in hot water more often than not, and because of this, she was often passed over for the promotions she felt she deserved in lieu of more ‘proper’ types, even if they were usually men who acted the same exact way she did. The more frustrated she felt, the deeper her anger swelled, and stories began to circulate about the deadly way she conducted herself in battles of any kind. Gaia was simply not enough anymore - although restricted all her life, Rena felt like she had already seen enough of her own planet, and longed for something bigger than simply mitigating the growing tension between Antigone and Hermes. She wanted to experience life in a way she never had before. When an open call for any viable captain was made for a top secret mission, ordered by the United Planets itself, Rena practically busted down her superior officer’s door, resume in hand and scowl in place, ready to fight for her dream job.

She didn’t need to - he had already recommended her for the position, and a day later, she received the dossier for what many were calling the suicide mission of the century. It was the first time any of her peers had seen Rena smile.

FILE // CURRENTLY

Rena Yuu’s reputation certainly preceded her aboard the ES Kolbe. The very first day, as she moved to address her new crew, the crowd of guards parted like the biblical Red Sea, eyes widened at the now infamous Captain taking helm, and Rena realized her newfound power was almost palpable in the air. Swirls of whispers arose of men she had accidentally killed in simple spars, ships she had marooned for the sake of proving herself, the utter intensity of which she conducted herself at all times struck fear into the hearts of many - despite some of these stories lacking truth, that is. Despite commanding a ship full of criminals and an inevitably unhappy crew, Rena has vowed to make their mission successful, at any cost. Failure would result in returning to Gaia, a prospect she can’t stomach, and therefore would rather die than achieve. Rena is a stoic captain, not one for rallying speeches or calls to arms (unless abhorrently necessary) - she believes she will be successful simply by leading dutifully, with a sound mind and a knack for understanding the bigger picture. If she does her job correctly, there will be no need for keeping up crew morale. She has no interest in petty arguments, and tends to be quite harsh with her threats and in turn, her punishments. Although she is seen as cold and commandeering, it is simply a front put up for her protection and (as she sees it), the protection of those she’s been tasked to lead. Rena is a fair leader, and is known for breaking her silence to ask an unwitting crew member what they think of a decision before she makes it - although she’s often met with a bumbling jumble of words and slight hyperventilation, she takes to heart any viable recommendation given to her by her crew before making the best decision she can with the information she’s given. Once a decision is made, she doesn’t question it, known for only looking forward and never looking back. As far as her weaknesses as a Captain, Rena naively believes she has none, simply relying on delegation and expecting any person she trusts with a task to complete it to the very best of their capabilities, nothing less. All traces of her renowned anger have been swept under the rug in lieu of taking on her new duties as Captain, but there’s no telling what the ES Kolbe’s mission has in store for them, and in such closed quarters, even Rena can’t be sure she won’t lose control again.