Captain Grimsdottir
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About Captain Grimsdottir
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AEUG Leader
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Benjamin Alan Grimsdottir -
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Ben gritted his teeth as he anxiously awaited an answer from the enemies. Slowly his scopes filled with the enemy mobile suits and he muttered a curse as they all began to open fire on him and his allies. He himself barely managed to avoid damage as he juked his GM up to avoid a pink blast from a beam cannon. It didn’t have to be this way! He silently pleaded as he came alongside one of the Titans to blast the enemy’s main camera away with a shot of his borrowed beam rifle.
As the battle commenced Grimm counted his blessings to have one of the mercenary pilots already out besides him fighting. “Starbuck….” He tried to recall the name though the concern was fleeting giving the growing hostilities.
His cockpit rattled violently as a glancing shot struck his GM’s ankles causing smoke to trail behind his spinning mobile suit. We have no choice it would seem, he resolved as he fought with the controls to bring his sluggish suit around to trade fire with the perpetrator. He barely managed to bring his shield up to absorb another blast, the force of the blast disintegrating his shield.
His targeting reticle wasn’t fully locked on the enemy before the Captain fired his weapon, taking yet another Titan out of the fight. Despite himself his thoughts careened to a time long ago and the visage of a young soldier snapping a salute to him filled his minds eye. That eager young solider who was so ready to soil his innocent hands with blood, the one who told him that they would be joining the Titans to repel the spacenoid threats. “Gabriel…” Ben muttered apathetically as he was forced to wonder if he was perhaps shooting his young friend into the void from one of these many enemies.
“Not him….” Captain Grimsdottir decided as he turned to regard another enemy. His white GM reached up to pull out its’ beam saber and ignited the blade as he tried to train his beam rifle on the next enemy. More enemy shots forced him to weave and dodge and there was just no way he would be able to retaliate without loosing his evasive defense. As he jerked and tumbled through the vast void the image of the Titan’s assault ship looming closer seemed surreal if not a stark contrast to their own Firefly.
Any worries about their force’s ability to repeal such a threat were tossed out of his mind as his suit jerked back from a hit to his rifle arm. The exploding limb sent his white GM “falling” backwards away from the battle. “Firefly no!” He yelled out in frustration as he tried to regain control of his trusted mobile suit.
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It was always daunting submerging into the sea of stars, whether it was a mobile suit or in a space suit. The feeling could be overwhelming at times. Ben was feeling that very sensation as he floated alongside the ship in his GM.
One by one the other mobile suits joined him. It was a tedious task given their ship, and it took precious time to deploy each one. “I suppose that’s why he advocated for the patrols…” the Captain muttered to himself.
His lament was short lived as everyone’s attention was brought towards the retreating AEUG suit. Ben bit his lip knowing it was better not to tie up the comm line, and listened for the report. “Titans?” he scoffed, why would they be out here?
Grimm himself had many colleagues that had gone on to join the radical group. While war crimes were generally unforgivable, he himself didn’t disagree with the idea of keeping a shorter leash on spacenoids.
He gripped his controls and flared his thrusters to meet their retreating unit. “Did they attack you?” he asked cautiously. Ever since Operation Maelstrom the Titans had effectively been shattered. What existed of them now might compare to modern day ronin. Maybe there would be a chance to reason with them?
Switching comm frequencies Ben tried haling the Titans, “This is Captain Benjamin Grimsdattir with the AEUG. Unknown Titan forces state your intentions!"
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Ben nodded at Hiro and rushed to his signature white GM. It took some effort to sling himself into the cockpit in the weightlessness, but he was soon strapped into his seat. A few flicks of the buttons and the screens of the old GM flared to life. Soon the mobile suit was near the hatch, again reminding Ben of how this wasn’t a real battleship with launching track. “Captain Grimsdottir heading out!”
There was already a couple of friendly mobile suits out in front of him. Thankfully there wasn’t any shots being fired out just yet, everything seemed normal save for the invisible Minovsky particles radiating around them. The Captain made way to clear the loading bay and floated along the ship until he was near the bridge. He kept his beam rifle poised and scanned around cautiously. There had to be something out there causing the particles to sky rocket, but what?
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The ship alarms did an excellent job of waking the captain up as he hit his head on the lamp that he had positioned above his bed. Groaning, Ben reached up to rub the spot on his forehead. He then reached for a radio channel to the bridge for a situation report, the reply back was brief.
“We lost contact with our scout patrol, and Minovksy particles are increasing.”
Nodding his understanding Ben grumbled back, “Understood. Have all mobile suits sortie, I’ll head out as well.” He closed the line as he fumbled to his locker that housed his pilot suit.
A few moments later he was bouncing down the hallway towards their makeshift hangar. He was fiddling with his collar making it secure when he thought he spotted Hiro in front of him. “Kusanagi!” he called out as he lifted his helmet to plop it down over his head.
The Captain Caught up with the Mercenary and he announced, “we lost contact with our patrol, are you heading out as well?” It wasn’t a moment for idle chit chat, the urgency of the situation made it clear what they both should be doing.
Finally, Ben clasped the neck seal secure to his helmet. The pair entered the doorway to the hangar where the lot of GMs and Nemos stood ready to be deployed. Ben did pause to regard the Mercenary leader to see what the man had to say. The situation could be volatile out there and Ben needed to know everything he could at that moment to best handle the emergency.
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Ben narrowed his eyes at Hiro’s question of his own judgment. Still the captain knew better than to let his own ego judge his response. “Rest assured Lieutenant we’ll pull our weight too.” He paused considering if it would be beneficial telling the mercenary about the issues he was dealing with two particular pilots at that moment but shook his head. “I merely want you to start the shift out. One of our pilots will take the following sortie.” Motioning to the door the captain silently suggested that their meeting was at an end. “Now if you’ll excuse me I do have some other matters to attend to.” He waited to see if the Mercenary would comply and added, “and Hiro… I do thank you for your expertise. We’re in this together. I won’t forget that.” He promised as he offered a friendly smile for his comrade.
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Ben was taken back by the mercenaries boldness but he quickly focused on what was being offered. He had thought of rotating a scout out earlier too. He thought it could be too taxing on their limited crew and drain their resources. Still, he had to admit that Hiro was on to something.
Slowly the captain nodded, a grin daring to etch his features, “alright Hiro, you make a good argument. How about you take on this assignment then?” Ben’s tone wasn’t condescending, rather he was sincere in his agreement with the proposal, “I can’t argue with that logic!” Grimsdottir was beginning to appreciate that the mercenary wasn’t some thug with a gun, but potentially an asset. We’ll see how useful he’ll be if we make it to the rose… he mused as he nodded to the door. “I’ll get the rest of the crew updated with the plan. Thanks Hiro!”
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As Hiro finished asking his question, Ben was already nodding his head in agreement. “I agree with your assessment of the situation.” He concurred. “It’s unlikely the Zeeks will leave us alone. Unfortunately there’s little more we can do besides beeline it to the rose and hope that our luck holds out.” Ben muttered the last part as he brought his hands up on the desk to hide his mouth. He looked around thoughtfully for a moment as he considered what other options they really had?
His eyes refocused on the mercenary and be nodded, “I’ll have my crew take shifts on active standby I want you to just be ready to go should the situation arise.” He nodded more to himself as he considered the plan. “We’ll keep our head on a swivel until we get to the rose. We’ll be as ready as we can be.” He concluded. The captain stood up to offer his hand to the mercenary. “I’m not so arrogant as to assume that my plans are infallible, if you have any suggestions don’t hesitate to tell me. I made it through the one year war, and I intend to survive this mess as well.” The smile Grimsdottir offered was the practice look of an officer reassuring his men. We’ll make it through this… he vowed silently to himself, an echo to a vow he made in the last war.
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Ben had been diligently writing a report when his door opening, telling him that his mercenary compatriot had entered his office. He took a moment to finish what he was doing before trading smiles with the pilot.
“Please have a seat Hiro.” He motioned with his hand. He waited a moment for the man to sit eye level with him before sitting up straight. “I wanted to thank you for your performance during that last battle. I also wanted to apologize for not meeting with you sooner. We’ve been so busy repairing damage, and what not. That I unfortunately took advantage of your position as a mercenary, and made you wait for this debriefing.” His words weren’t far from the truth, but Grim knew better than to abuse his relationship with the mercenary with undo neglect. It still did little to ease his own reservations, had the AEUG become so vulnerable that they had to rely on hired guns to get them through these turbulent times?
“I trust your team is being treated with respect?” The question was more to get himself out of his own dangerous train of thought. As a commander he had to be positive in their mission, irregardless of their circumstances. “I must admit I’ve never worked with mercenaries directly before so I apologize if I’ve been lacking in proper decorum when dealing with you.” He pursed his lips realizing that he should give the man an opportunity to speak instead of listened to him ramble. He motioned with his hands to Hiro that it was his turn to speak.
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(OOC: I had been working on this before things kinda fell apart here. In any case it felt a shame not to finish it and to not put it up here. For the same reasons I’m not going to really proof read it all that much. Hopefully someone will enjoy it.)
Location: <redacted>
Date: <redacted>
Operation: Brook Fall (Identified from Zeon intelligence post One Year War)
It seemed unavoidable, the shivering. It was a necessary sacrifice to maintain any possible element of surprise they might have however. Lieutenant Benjamin Grimsdottir sat huddled in an oversized trench coat and rubbed his leather gloves together eagerly. He keyed his microphone, “status update?” His communication line was a buried hardwire and he wasn’t afraid of it being intercepted.
“We have confirmed movement from the valley LT, looks like they’re taking scenario A.”
Grim grinned “Very good, make sure to keep surveillance sharp, don’t neglect anything, remain vigilant, keep your heads on a swivel.”
“Roger that LT!”
They had prepared for this, every conceivable precaution had been taken, all that was left was executing their plans. When Grim had been given this assignment he initially resented it. However, he soon embraced the mundane challenge and decided that he would be the best guard that this particular bunker had seen. He spent a week analyzing the terrain, figuring out possible breaches on their location. The approach by the valley seemed the most logical given that the rest of their position was surrounded by mountains; that’s not to say the zeeks wouldn’t try that too.
At dusk the guardwatch reported seeing shooting stars leading to the direction of the valley entrance. Not one to take chances, Grim set some scouts ahead in light vehicles. Sure enough a team of zeeks we’re setting up to march down the valley to their location. “4 GMs and they expect me to hold a base on my own with only 4…” Grim muttered to himself. He rubbed his hands and repositioned his grip on his tiny lantern. The dull light cascaded into his compartment and drew long shadows from the dormant switches in front of him. The lieutenant tried wiggling his toes to make sure that he could still feel them. This would be the most stressful part, waiting in the cold and seeing if his crazy plan would actually work. Minutes turned into hours and sure enough the Zeeks soon arrived.
The first notion of trouble was the slight vibration Ben could feel. Although the LT was shivering, the suddenly shuddering of his cockpit told him that it was more than just his body. He looked around cautiously at the dormant controls to make sure he wasn’t making phantoms in his head when a crackle on his headset confirmed his suspicions. “LT! Movement near your ridge, have a Zeek heading towards your line of sight, counting 10 repeat 10 tangos all in the valley.”
“Affirmative overwatch. Setting up position, ready to be my eyes?”
“Roger that LT! We are go!”
Grim reluctantly uncurled from his ball in the crooked seat of the GM and began strapping himself in. His fingers shook not from the cold but from excitement of pre-battle now. He paused after strapping in and carefully considered the start up sequence of the GM. They had spent some time rewiring parts of the arm to boot up independently and with a low draw on power. Of course they tested out the sequence and of course it worked but reality often made practice seem inadequate. Still Grim slowly and deliberately toggled the switches and poised his hands over the controls for the right arm. “I’m ready overwatch, how's the show?”
There was a slight pause which unnerved him and he wondered if the line had been trampled on. Finally, “LT, we got half the tangos past the skirmish line. Four units are taking the trail.”
“Roger that overwatch, confirm when last two have taken the trail, countdown at 60.”
“Affirmative LT, countdown at 60.”
Grim closed his eyes trying to imagine the footage outside of his darkened cockpit. He could imagine the Zakus milling down the valley in scattered groups. “60” The voice from overwatch broke his concentration and he tensed both his arms over the controls. It was going to be tricky, if he didn’t complete the startup sequence quickly he would pay dearly for his gambit.
“50. 40. 30.”
He could practically see his heartbeat in his vision as he tried to breathe calmly. Slowly he curled his finger over the controls for the trigger.
“10. 9. 8.”
“This is it!” He yelled to himself. Snapping his body into the moment he tensed his fingers over the smooth plastic of the controls.
“3. 2. 1. Mark!”
Grim squeezed the trigger, the GM’s cockpit muffled the loud rapport of the machine gun emptying its magazine. Outside, a white GM was buried in a shallow pile of snow in a dense outline of tall conifer trees. The right arm had been poised on a pile of boulders from the nearby ridge and meticulously aimed at a so call “game trail” their squad had carved from the valley towards the base. As the GM fired off the rounds the snow melted around the weapon and the recoil bumped the de powered arm up widley. Even as the magazine emptied its contents Grim moved quickly to boot up the GM.
He had insisted on digging his unit in to ambush the predicted enemy advance. The gamble was keeping the unit powered off and buried just deep enough to hide but shallow enough to pop out easily. Of course he had to keep the GM powered off too to avoid giving away a heat signature, hence rigging the arm to fire the rifle with low power and having the weapon pre aimed.
As the GM woke from its frozen slumber it began to immediately fire its thrusters and gain its footing. As the snow flew from the visor of the GM Grim could see the carnage his trap had set. One zaku was on the ground bleeding smoke and fire and another behind it was tumbling into the trees beside it, explosions toppling it. Grim hardly had time to celebrate as he swapped magazines on the gun. Two more zakus further down the trail in front of him turned around in bewilderment.
There was a slight pause as everyone acknowledged that things were out of place and then all hell broke loose. “All units commence counter attack!” Grim yelled into his microphone. Grim worked the controls to start charging at the two zeeks in front of him. A pink beam shot out from the base and made quick work of the zaku furthest from Grim’s GM. The shot was from one of his other mobile suits and was equipped with the only beam rifle. Ben had ordered that particular unit to remain behind to act as sniper and had given it special instructions should the battle get out of hand.
The remaining Zeek in front of him paused as it drew its heathawk out and turned to consider its’ sniped comrade. The pause it stole was too much though as Grim unloaded half a clip into the belly of the monster.
Four units down with six left to go. Grim’s plan had just taken out the entire rear guard of the advancing enemy forces and the remaining zeeks were at the foot of the ridge mixed in the edge of the forest that approached the base. “Unit two! Unit three! Approach the forest and proceed with the counter attack. Unit four maintain your current position as overwatch!”
Three pilot voices acknowledged his order in unionship and the lieutenant dared to brave a smile on his face as he came to the base of the ridge.
The next few minutes of relative calm unnerved Ben and stole the tempo of success from his stride. As he navigated the frosted forest he cautiously approached each tree, suspecting an enemy to be waiting in ambush. Step, step, pause was his rhythm now as he hunted for more enemies to engage. He contemplated changing magazines on the rifle but decided against dumping half the ammo knowing he didn’t have much reserve left.
The minutes ached on and a voice on the radio nearly made him jump, “Lieutenant this is Garner! Be advised I’m not piloting my unit!” Ben couldn’t help but scowl at the announcement, “what do you mean ensign? Explain!”
“It’s the boy! He tricked me and took my unit I just came to in the barracks… but I know it was him.”
“Damn it! Go help Swanson in unit four Garner! Leave him to me!” Grim switched off his microphone and heaved a heavy breath before keying in the channel for unit two, “Private Winter is that you?”
There was an expected pause before the young voice responded, “acknowledge LT this is unit two…”
The Aussie twang was unmistakable now and Grim clenched his teeth, there was a million things he wanted to tell the private at that moment. “Damnit Gabe! Form up on whoever you’re closest to. If you wanna play pilot that badly I’m not going to have you die alone. We’ll discuss this when this is over understand?”
In a calm voice the teen responded professionally, “understood L-T forming up now.”
More minutes of unnerving silence commenced and Grim contemplated pulling his forces back to the base at that time, something was definitely amiss. He was about to key his mic when weapons fire rang out through the trees. He turned his GM around towards the noise and couldn’t see anything “all units report!”
Garbled voices responded with a definitive scream piercing his ears. It took Ben a moment then he realized who it was. “Wagner are you ok? Respond!” Next he heard Gabe grunting something incoherent and could hear more weapons in the distance. Suddenly a blaze of pink light flashed throughout the forest and Grim got a lock on the position, “Winter respond!”
“Wagner’s hurt L-T. He took a heathawk to the cockpit. I’m afraid I can’t get a good look without leaving my cockpit though.”
“Negative Winter, stay in your seat your my wingman now! Base send someone on foot to Wagner's position, me and Gabe will try and lure any remaining bogies away.”
Affirmatives echoed over the radio as he finally linked up with Gabriel. The wreckage of two more Zakus had the Lieutenant gauging the outcome of the battle. He desperately wanted to get out of his cockpit to check on the now silent Wagner but knew better with four enemies still around.
“I took them both out L-T…” a voice softly announced. Grim turned to regard the other GM standing next to him. He motioned for them both to move off. After a minute Ben keyed his mic, “you mean that flash wasn’t unit four? You used your beam saber?”
“Affirmative sir…” there was a trace of satisfaction in the Aussies voice that Grim didn’t miss. “Good work private. Keep it up and we’ll make it out of this alive.”
The duo marched along the trees zig zagging to make a path through the maze. More pink flashes Burned through the night air. “Swanson report!” Grim growled as he shifted his GM to face the base. Unit four had been perched on top of the hangar to give it a vantage point but he didn’t like the idea of them shooting. “Got trouble over here sir!”
Grim didn’t wait, “back to base on the double Private!” He flared his thrusters and did a reckless leap back to the facility. Grim and Gabe leap frogged back to the base and within a few minutes the saw unit four shooting frantically from the rubble of the hangar. There was a moment when Swanson’s GM turned to regard Ben and Gabriel. The moment was interrupted by a bazooka round pounding into the chest of the GM, the cloud of smoke pulling Grim’s attention to a trio of Doms rushing into the base. “Gabe get behind and get ready I’m going to try and lure them to us!”
Without waiting for a response Grim fired the remainder of his clip at the lead unit. Sure enough the Dom turned to regard the duo and lead the other two mobile suits to charge at them. As Grim started swapping for his last magazine he tried to calmly explain. “Hold your fire until they rush us!” If Gabriel understood he didn’t respond. Oddly enough Ben felt at ease with the private guarding his back. His reverie was disrupted by the trio of Doms thundering into them. A bazooka round burst into his shield and his cockpit shook violently as a follow up shot hit the shield practically shattering the feeble defense. Grim barely had enough sense to sidestep a heatrod slashing for his cockpit, “Gabe now!”
The private seemed to have read Ben’s mind perfectly as unit two lashed out at the Dom with it’s beam saber. Slashing from the opposite side that the Dom was attacking Ben with. The Dom’s momentum helped the pink blade dig hungrily at the metal and it soon toppled past the pair like a car wreck. The victory was short lived as the other two Dom’s began to circle around them and began angrily shooting volleys at the two GMs.
Instinct took over the two Federation pilots as they moved into reaction.
Ben hardly had time to consider what Gabriel was doing but instead focused on the Dom flanking in front of him. Shieldless he bounced his GM around in a clumsy dance of thruster dodges. Trying to edge himself closer as he fired his machine gun at the faster enemy. The Dom wasn’t buying into it though. Every time Grim tried to lead his shots the Dom would juke and avoid the fire. Grim likewise did the same when the Dom lined up a bazooka shot. Grim knew they were both running out of ammo so he decided to entice the Dom for the inevitable. He tossed his machine gun to the ground and drew out his beam saber. Gripping the weapon with both hands he presented it in front of himself. Technically speaking, Grim knew he was in an inferior unit, but he hoped the pride of the Dom pilot would cloud any doubts the enemy might have.
Sure enough the Dom accepted his challenge by tossing its own bazooka. And in a swift motion it produced its deadly rod and charged at the Lieutenant. Grim pointer the tip of his fusia blade at the enemy’s cockpit while the Dom predictable cocked its’ heat rod to its right side. Both units fired their thruster. The dom hovered at him in a frightening pace, too fast for him to match in speed. Grim did start in a rush with his metal feet pounding away; however as they got closer, he slowed his pace. He fired thrusters with each step making his unit seemingly bounce a bit more. At the last moment he fired his thrusters hard and dipped the blade beneath with. He whipped the sword up and focused on landing the GM from the awkward movement. It wasn’t until he turned his GM around that he saw that his maneuver had worked. Dom’a were fiercely horizontal units and it would have been crazy to fight on even ground. His blade as slashed perpendicular, cleaning through the cockpit and head of the Zeek, clouds of fire bleeding from the unit.
Panic stole his satisfaction as he keyed his mic, “Winter! Do you copy!”
Static responded back greedily and Grim marched forward to go past the wreck of the second Dom. Just as he came past it an explosion boomed from the last known direction of Gabriel.
“Winter!” Grim called out frantically as he willed his suit forward. He was pretty much out of thrust by this point and with just his saber he didn’t know how much use he could be. As he approached the last bundle of black smoke he readied his blade in front of him. He saw that the bundle was the remains of a Dom. He then spotted a GM sitting in a pile of rubble, the cockpit was open.
Sitting on the open hatch was a boy still in his teens, looking out at the destruction before him. The look on the boys face was one of satisfaction, or was it relief. Grim pulled up close and opened his own cockpit. “You ok son?”
Gabriel looked up at Grim, the look of reverie leaving his face. Finally he nodded towards Grim, “never better lieutenant… never better.”
Grim studied the young man for a moment and wondered to himself how the private had managed to pilot the mobile suit so well. The lieutenant knew he would have some explaining to do to command about this skirmish, yet he suspected that everything would turn out ok. The fact was that they had just repelled a superior force with nothing but wit and skill. He studied his sensors one last time to affirm his suspicions and nodded in satisfaction himself. “Gabriel… that was reckless… from now on how about you stick with me? And maybe… just maybe we’ll live through this madness.”
The boy nodded his appreciation, “I think I can abide that Lieutenant.”
They shared a salute and then a smile with each other. They would live to see their vow through.
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Grim glared at both men evenly. He could see the gears grinding in Nicky’s head. Ryder cautiously remained quite and Grim did have to pause and wonder if there was hope for them both yet?
“Sir. This will not happen again. I'll make sure of it as soon as i cross that door.''
This was the second time Nicky made that promise but Grim could tell it was more heartfelt. The Captain merely nodded and responded softly, “see that you do. Both of you.”
He gave both men another quick glance to study their obedient demeanors. He supposed time would tell if these two could help pull off this mission or doom them all. “Dismissed.” With that he moved to return behind his desk and calmly began sitting back down. He paid neither of them little attention as he went back to looking at the papers on his desk.
(lackluster but I can’t think of anything else to grill them on :p)
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Humble beginnings
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(OOC: I had been working on this before things kinda fell apart here. In any case it felt a shame not to finish it and to not put it up here. For the same reasons I’m not going to really proof read it all that much. Hopefully someone will enjoy it.)
Location: <redacted>
Date: <redacted>
Operation: Brook Fall (Identified from Zeon intelligence post One Year War)
It seemed unavoidable, the shivering. It was a necessary sacrifice to maintain any possible element of surprise they might have however. Lieutenant Benjamin Grimsdottir sat huddled in an oversized trench coat and rubbed his leather gloves together eagerly. He keyed his microphone, “status update?” His communication line was a buried hardwire and he wasn’t afraid of it being intercepted.
“We have confirmed movement from the valley LT, looks like they’re taking scenario A.”
Grim grinned “Very good, make sure to keep surveillance sharp, don’t neglect anything, remain vigilant, keep your heads on a swivel.”
“Roger that LT!”
They had prepared for this, every conceivable precaution had been taken, all that was left was executing their plans. When Grim had been given this assignment he initially resented it. However, he soon embraced the mundane challenge and decided that he would be the best guard that this particular bunker had seen. He spent a week analyzing the terrain, figuring out possible breaches on their location. The approach by the valley seemed the most logical given that the rest of their position was surrounded by mountains; that’s not to say the zeeks wouldn’t try that too.
At dusk the guardwatch reported seeing shooting stars leading to the direction of the valley entrance. Not one to take chances, Grim set some scouts ahead in light vehicles. Sure enough a team of zeeks we’re setting up to march down the valley to their location. “4 GMs and they expect me to hold a base on my own with only 4…” Grim muttered to himself. He rubbed his hands and repositioned his grip on his tiny lantern. The dull light cascaded into his compartment and drew long shadows from the dormant switches in front of him. The lieutenant tried wiggling his toes to make sure that he could still feel them. This would be the most stressful part, waiting in the cold and seeing if his crazy plan would actually work. Minutes turned into hours and sure enough the Zeeks soon arrived.
The first notion of trouble was the slight vibration Ben could feel. Although the LT was shivering, the suddenly shuddering of his cockpit told him that it was more than just his body. He looked around cautiously at the dormant controls to make sure he wasn’t making phantoms in his head when a crackle on his headset confirmed his suspicions. “LT! Movement near your ridge, have a Zeek heading towards your line of sight, counting 10 repeat 10 tangos all in the valley.”
“Affirmative overwatch. Setting up position, ready to be my eyes?”
“Roger that LT! We are go!”
Grim reluctantly uncurled from his ball in the crooked seat of the GM and began strapping himself in. His fingers shook not from the cold but from excitement of pre-battle now. He paused after strapping in and carefully considered the start up sequence of the GM. They had spent some time rewiring parts of the arm to boot up independently and with a low draw on power. Of course they tested out the sequence and of course it worked but reality often made practice seem inadequate. Still Grim slowly and deliberately toggled the switches and poised his hands over the controls for the right arm. “I’m ready overwatch, how's the show?”
There was a slight pause which unnerved him and he wondered if the line had been trampled on. Finally, “LT, we got half the tangos past the skirmish line. Four units are taking the trail.”
“Roger that overwatch, confirm when last two have taken the trail, countdown at 60.”
“Affirmative LT, countdown at 60.”
Grim closed his eyes trying to imagine the footage outside of his darkened cockpit. He could imagine the Zakus milling down the valley in scattered groups. “60” The voice from overwatch broke his concentration and he tensed both his arms over the controls. It was going to be tricky, if he didn’t complete the startup sequence quickly he would pay dearly for his gambit.
“50. 40. 30.”
He could practically see his heartbeat in his vision as he tried to breathe calmly. Slowly he curled his finger over the controls for the trigger.
“10. 9. 8.”
“This is it!” He yelled to himself. Snapping his body into the moment he tensed his fingers over the smooth plastic of the controls.
“3. 2. 1. Mark!”
Grim squeezed the trigger, the GM’s cockpit muffled the loud rapport of the machine gun emptying its magazine. Outside, a white GM was buried in a shallow pile of snow in a dense outline of tall conifer trees. The right arm had been poised on a pile of boulders from the nearby ridge and meticulously aimed at a so call “game trail” their squad had carved from the valley towards the base. As the GM fired off the rounds the snow melted around the weapon and the recoil bumped the de powered arm up widley. Even as the magazine emptied its contents Grim moved quickly to boot up the GM.
He had insisted on digging his unit in to ambush the predicted enemy advance. The gamble was keeping the unit powered off and buried just deep enough to hide but shallow enough to pop out easily. Of course he had to keep the GM powered off too to avoid giving away a heat signature, hence rigging the arm to fire the rifle with low power and having the weapon pre aimed.
As the GM woke from its frozen slumber it began to immediately fire its thrusters and gain its footing. As the snow flew from the visor of the GM Grim could see the carnage his trap had set. One zaku was on the ground bleeding smoke and fire and another behind it was tumbling into the trees beside it, explosions toppling it. Grim hardly had time to celebrate as he swapped magazines on the gun. Two more zakus further down the trail in front of him turned around in bewilderment.
There was a slight pause as everyone acknowledged that things were out of place and then all hell broke loose. “All units commence counter attack!” Grim yelled into his microphone. Grim worked the controls to start charging at the two zeeks in front of him. A pink beam shot out from the base and made quick work of the zaku furthest from Grim’s GM. The shot was from one of his other mobile suits and was equipped with the only beam rifle. Ben had ordered that particular unit to remain behind to act as sniper and had given it special instructions should the battle get out of hand.
The remaining Zeek in front of him paused as it drew its heathawk out and turned to consider its’ sniped comrade. The pause it stole was too much though as Grim unloaded half a clip into the belly of the monster.
Four units down with six left to go. Grim’s plan had just taken out the entire rear guard of the advancing enemy forces and the remaining zeeks were at the foot of the ridge mixed in the edge of the forest that approached the base. “Unit two! Unit three! Approach the forest and proceed with the counter attack. Unit four maintain your current position as overwatch!”
Three pilot voices acknowledged his order in unionship and the lieutenant dared to brave a smile on his face as he came to the base of the ridge.
The next few minutes of relative calm unnerved Ben and stole the tempo of success from his stride. As he navigated the frosted forest he cautiously approached each tree, suspecting an enemy to be waiting in ambush. Step, step, pause was his rhythm now as he hunted for more enemies to engage. He contemplated changing magazines on the rifle but decided against dumping half the ammo knowing he didn’t have much reserve left.
The minutes ached on and a voice on the radio nearly made him jump, “Lieutenant this is Garner! Be advised I’m not piloting my unit!” Ben couldn’t help but scowl at the announcement, “what do you mean ensign? Explain!”
“It’s the boy! He tricked me and took my unit I just came to in the barracks… but I know it was him.”
“Damn it! Go help Swanson in unit four Garner! Leave him to me!” Grim switched off his microphone and heaved a heavy breath before keying in the channel for unit two, “Private Winter is that you?”
There was an expected pause before the young voice responded, “acknowledge LT this is unit two…”
The Aussie twang was unmistakable now and Grim clenched his teeth, there was a million things he wanted to tell the private at that moment. “Damnit Gabe! Form up on whoever you’re closest to. If you wanna play pilot that badly I’m not going to have you die alone. We’ll discuss this when this is over understand?”
In a calm voice the teen responded professionally, “understood L-T forming up now.”
More minutes of unnerving silence commenced and Grim contemplated pulling his forces back to the base at that time, something was definitely amiss. He was about to key his mic when weapons fire rang out through the trees. He turned his GM around towards the noise and couldn’t see anything “all units report!”
Garbled voices responded with a definitive scream piercing his ears. It took Ben a moment then he realized who it was. “Wagner are you ok? Respond!” Next he heard Gabe grunting something incoherent and could hear more weapons in the distance. Suddenly a blaze of pink light flashed throughout the forest and Grim got a lock on the position, “Winter respond!”
“Wagner’s hurt L-T. He took a heathawk to the cockpit. I’m afraid I can’t get a good look without leaving my cockpit though.”
“Negative Winter, stay in your seat your my wingman now! Base send someone on foot to Wagner's position, me and Gabe will try and lure any remaining bogies away.”
Affirmatives echoed over the radio as he finally linked up with Gabriel. The wreckage of two more Zakus had the Lieutenant gauging the outcome of the battle. He desperately wanted to get out of his cockpit to check on the now silent Wagner but knew better with four enemies still around.
“I took them both out L-T…” a voice softly announced. Grim turned to regard the other GM standing next to him. He motioned for them both to move off. After a minute Ben keyed his mic, “you mean that flash wasn’t unit four? You used your beam saber?”
“Affirmative sir…” there was a trace of satisfaction in the Aussies voice that Grim didn’t miss. “Good work private. Keep it up and we’ll make it out of this alive.”
The duo marched along the trees zig zagging to make a path through the maze. More pink flashes Burned through the night air. “Swanson report!” Grim growled as he shifted his GM to face the base. Unit four had been perched on top of the hangar to give it a vantage point but he didn’t like the idea of them shooting. “Got trouble over here sir!”
Grim didn’t wait, “back to base on the double Private!” He flared his thrusters and did a reckless leap back to the facility. Grim and Gabe leap frogged back to the base and within a few minutes the saw unit four shooting frantically from the rubble of the hangar. There was a moment when Swanson’s GM turned to regard Ben and Gabriel. The moment was interrupted by a bazooka round pounding into the chest of the GM, the cloud of smoke pulling Grim’s attention to a trio of Doms rushing into the base. “Gabe get behind and get ready I’m going to try and lure them to us!”
Without waiting for a response Grim fired the remainder of his clip at the lead unit. Sure enough the Dom turned to regard the duo and lead the other two mobile suits to charge at them. As Grim started swapping for his last magazine he tried to calmly explain. “Hold your fire until they rush us!” If Gabriel understood he didn’t respond. Oddly enough Ben felt at ease with the private guarding his back. His reverie was disrupted by the trio of Doms thundering into them. A bazooka round burst into his shield and his cockpit shook violently as a follow up shot hit the shield practically shattering the feeble defense. Grim barely had enough sense to sidestep a heatrod slashing for his cockpit, “Gabe now!”
The private seemed to have read Ben’s mind perfectly as unit two lashed out at the Dom with it’s beam saber. Slashing from the opposite side that the Dom was attacking Ben with. The Dom’s momentum helped the pink blade dig hungrily at the metal and it soon toppled past the pair like a car wreck. The victory was short lived as the other two Dom’s began to circle around them and began angrily shooting volleys at the two GMs.
Instinct took over the two Federation pilots as they moved into reaction.
Ben hardly had time to consider what Gabriel was doing but instead focused on the Dom flanking in front of him. Shieldless he bounced his GM around in a clumsy dance of thruster dodges. Trying to edge himself closer as he fired his machine gun at the faster enemy. The Dom wasn’t buying into it though. Every time Grim tried to lead his shots the Dom would juke and avoid the fire. Grim likewise did the same when the Dom lined up a bazooka shot. Grim knew they were both running out of ammo so he decided to entice the Dom for the inevitable. He tossed his machine gun to the ground and drew out his beam saber. Gripping the weapon with both hands he presented it in front of himself. Technically speaking, Grim knew he was in an inferior unit, but he hoped the pride of the Dom pilot would cloud any doubts the enemy might have.
Sure enough the Dom accepted his challenge by tossing its own bazooka. And in a swift motion it produced its deadly rod and charged at the Lieutenant. Grim pointer the tip of his fusia blade at the enemy’s cockpit while the Dom predictable cocked its’ heat rod to its right side. Both units fired their thruster. The dom hovered at him in a frightening pace, too fast for him to match in speed. Grim did start in a rush with his metal feet pounding away; however as they got closer, he slowed his pace. He fired thrusters with each step making his unit seemingly bounce a bit more. At the last moment he fired his thrusters hard and dipped the blade beneath with. He whipped the sword up and focused on landing the GM from the awkward movement. It wasn’t until he turned his GM around that he saw that his maneuver had worked. Dom’a were fiercely horizontal units and it would have been crazy to fight on even ground. His blade as slashed perpendicular, cleaning through the cockpit and head of the Zeek, clouds of fire bleeding from the unit.
Panic stole his satisfaction as he keyed his mic, “Winter! Do you copy!”
Static responded back greedily and Grim marched forward to go past the wreck of the second Dom. Just as he came past it an explosion boomed from the last known direction of Gabriel.
“Winter!” Grim called out frantically as he willed his suit forward. He was pretty much out of thrust by this point and with just his saber he didn’t know how much use he could be. As he approached the last bundle of black smoke he readied his blade in front of him. He saw that the bundle was the remains of a Dom. He then spotted a GM sitting in a pile of rubble, the cockpit was open.
Sitting on the open hatch was a boy still in his teens, looking out at the destruction before him. The look on the boys face was one of satisfaction, or was it relief. Grim pulled up close and opened his own cockpit. “You ok son?”
Gabriel looked up at Grim, the look of reverie leaving his face. Finally he nodded towards Grim, “never better lieutenant… never better.”
Grim studied the young man for a moment and wondered to himself how the private had managed to pilot the mobile suit so well. The lieutenant knew he would have some explaining to do to command about this skirmish, yet he suspected that everything would turn out ok. The fact was that they had just repelled a superior force with nothing but wit and skill. He studied his sensors one last time to affirm his suspicions and nodded in satisfaction himself. “Gabriel… that was reckless… from now on how about you stick with me? And maybe… just maybe we’ll live through this madness.”
The boy nodded his appreciation, “I think I can abide that Lieutenant.”
They shared a salute and then a smile with each other. They would live to see their vow through.
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Assignments
Started by Captain Grimsdottir ·
For formality sake...
Ensign Nicky Lavie you are assigned to a Nemo onboard the Firefly.
Lieutenant Ryder Sarka you are assigned to a Nemo onboard the Firefly.
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Race to the Rose
Started by Hiro Kusanagi ·
Hiro Kusanagi sat in the lounge of the Firefly as he watched the AEUG personnel scurry about their work in preparation for their departure from the lunar city. His crew of four was squeezed into the booth seat meant for three as they had their lunch. The seat opposite them remained empty for the person they were expecting. His wingman Kamea Thrace snuggled to his left, her right elbow carelessly jabbing at his ribs as she worked her food with a metal spoon. He suspected she was prodding his side partly on purpose.
Kamea had tucked her short blonde hair behind her ear to keep it out of her lunch, revealing a star-shaped ebony stud. Her dog tag hung over her cleavage that her black tank top struggled to hide beneath her black leather. Hiro still found her appearance more masculine than Grace Valerii, who sat on his right. Grace had more feminine curves and the larger buxom than her short-hair counterpart, but her jacket was zipped all the way up to her neck to keep herself fully covered. Her straight black hair fell beyond her shoulders. Grace made Hiro uncomfortable for some reasons, especially when they were alone. Perhaps it was her open admiration for her superior, who happened to be a famed pilot in the Galleon Combine.
Hiro Kusanagi was a renown mercenary in the Combine. Grace was the newest member in his team. Although she had been a part of the Draconis Fury for over a year, Hiro was still unable to be as comfortable as he was with Kamea. The latter was his wingman, so that explained for their familiarity. Grace was a backup pilot and still had a way to go before she was able to step up as a full-fledged pilot for the team. Her body was pressed against his as they sat awkwardly in the booth seat of the cargo ship. Hiro could feel the stiffness in Grace’s body despite her best efforts to appear comfortable with the physical contact.
It was not as if he could help it. He was stuck. Hiro turned to look at Ronald Boone. The mechanic took the outermost seat and was the only one among them who could escape the scrum if he wanted to. Ronald, however, was engrossed with the food in his metal food tray. Kamea slammed her spoon down in frustration, “Knock my elbow one more time and I’ll shove this spoon up where the sun don’t shine, Augur!”
“Hey, blame the small table! You’re knocking half of each spoonful I scrape before I can shove it into my mouth, not that this poor excuse for food is in any way appetising.” Ronald shot back. Kamea shook her head. “You can tuck your elbows in instead of airing your armpits, lad. We can do without the stench.”
“Wha—“ Before he could even protest, Grace chimed in, “Starbuck is right. Why don’t you stand up to give us more space. Be a man, Augur.”
“Just ‘cos Spike isn’t around, now I’m the whipping boy,” Ronald said. Kamea laughed. “Keep on dreaming, lad. Nobody’s gonna whip that ass.”
“Shut up and enjoy cozying up with Apollo, girl.” Ronald teased as he suddenly leaned to his right to shove Kamea against Hiro. She leaned on Hiro’s shoulder with feigned affection while Grace flushed red as Hiro was pushed against her. Kamea giggled. “He better be enjoying this more than we are.”
“C’mon now, we’re gonna look so professional like this when Captain Grimsdottir shows up.” Hiro said as he gave up trying to convince himself he was hungry. Ronald moved to the empty seat. “I’ll warm the seat for the captain before he arrives.”
“I hope you’ve got a hot bum cos you gotta give up your seat and it better be well warmed up.” Grace said and gestured at the door of the lounge.
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Roll Call
Started by Captain Grimsdottir ·
Greetings ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the AEUG. Though we may come from many different backgrounds, we all follow the same course of ridding the Earth Sphere of oppression and tyranny. Please take this moment to introduce yourselves to your fellow pilots and crewmates.
OOC: Please keep your posts in-character for this board using your AEUG character. Thanks!
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Finding Nemos
Started by Roromi ·
(Roromi vs Replicator
Nemo vs Nemo)
Micro debris lightly danced along the chassis of the green Nemo. Grim slightly cringed at the sound as he manned the controls. The cockpit was seemingly suspended in space and gave him little comfort in its mock sensation of flight. “Then again who wants to be comfortable in a mobile suit?” Grim muttered to himself. As the larger debris came to view Grim spotted a makeshift platform and swung around to “land” on it. He positioned himself so that the edge of the field was behind him and stood on what must have been a piece of ship hull, gazing up at the rest of the field looking for irregular movement. He did a quick weapons check to make sure his rifle and shield were still with him, of course they were. “Let’s see what we got…” the Captain mused, his own head looking up at the field “above” him.
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