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  1. Yesterday
  2. With a gentle smile, the provisional team leader pressed a few buttons to unequip his jetpack, rather uncomfortable in a non-combat situation, before addressing them. "Welcome to Beta, Kyle, Carter. You can call me Aida, and that's my Mobile Suit over there… " he said making a signal at the wrecked GM III. "I admit I have been the least helpful of the bunch today, but it's what I get for getting into a new campaign with such confidence..." Flicking his wrist, schematics of the Airbatel appeared, with what appeared to be an alternate backpack bearing resemblance to a G-Defenser, the word MISSING laid over it in red capital text. Aida's Mobile Suit was clearly incomplete, while overconfidence had also gotten the best of him during battle. "However! We've now seen what the enemy team is capable of. And I promise you, next time, I won't be playing around. Believe me or not, I used to be kept around in a Top 50 team..." Closing the schematics, he motioned for them to follow him and leaped towards the transit rails, which fortunately were quite similar in nature to those of an Universal Century ship. "My current crew, however, we're all for fun. We roleplay canon battles of the Universal Century, and every once in a while, we make our own, with original machines and plot, but with extra care not to make either of them very outlandish. I made the Airbatel for one of those, actually. It's a modified GM III made by the AEUG to compliment the Earth Federation Air Force as a dedicated grunt to escort Ankshas and Asshimars, or ride on top of them. It battled modified Titans suits at Torrington Base in UC 0097, along with other prototypes, like the Jegan Sniper II and… I know, I'm getting chatty again. Sorry about that. It's hard not to." He apologized with a faint laugh, straightening his cap before entering the debriefing room. The debriefing room was an ample space with lots of chairs, many of which were not occupied. He recognized Emma Sheen and Kacricon Kacooler amongst the ones that had been able to attend. The team NPD was sitting in the front row, and Aida promptly sat next to her. But it was no use. Her spacesuit and visor were still put, rather suspiciously to them, but strangely raising no questions among the other NPDs. She's not quite like any NPD I have ever seen, before or even inside this update. A long-haired woman promptly entered the room with Ensign Badgiruel and Lieutenant Mu La Flaga, wearing a similar uniform. "Sit down. I want to congratulate all of you on reaching this ship, whether you hail from either Gryps." She paused to let her companions take a seat beside her. "I am Lieutenant Commander Murrue Ramius of the Earth Alliance, and these are Lieutenant La Flaga and Ensign Badgiruel. Due to the chaos that ensued this morning, me and the Ensign here are the sole remainder of the Archangel's original crew. Most of you are seeing this ship or any its current cargo for the first time, but you must know that all of them are top-tier secrets of both the elite Titans branch, and the Alliance military as a whole." She allowed a pause, maybe expecting her public to react, but then cut it short. "Silence. I am not going to ask you to feel honored, but rather remind you: your knowledge puts you in a very tight spot. We will not take your petty squabbles with ease…" She interrupted herself once again, seeing a pair of rookie Titans chatting lively with each other. Flying towards them, she slammed her hand on their desk. "You are not in boot camp anymore! You're in a select group, where insubordination is immediately met with severe repercussions..." Aida saw Lieutenant La Flaga stand up and continue his superior's point, calmly hovering towards the desk. "Such as capital punishment. A pair of young ones like you both should learn to make yourselves useful before you get into trouble. Love or hate your leaders, you should know that the less people know about all of these secret research initiatives, the better to them. People like you are not just disposable. They want you dead, and will put you down at the first sign of instability. So why don't you save everyone the trouble and be a pair of good soldiers?" The look on Murrue's face was of gratefulness towards Mu for helping her, even if she was a bit annoyed at his liberal manner of speech. While she had gotten a field promotion in the last hour, Mu was her senior, and as one of the only pilots in the ship, he had been skipped over for said promotion, so that he could be used as a pilot rather than command the ship. The next person to have the word was Kacricon: who stood up to talk in a controlled manner. "Speaking of our superiors… where are Bask and Jamaican? We shouldn't be ordered around by Federation officers..." La Flaga clenched his fist, but Murrue motioned for both of them to sit down. "A valid question. Why yes, you could say they should be here, but for now, they're in the bridge, assessing our current situation and thinking of ways to accomplish our objective… We must reach Jaburo, in South America. However, we are being pursued by a ZAFT ship carrying what could be said is the best the enemy has… the Creuset Company. Natarle?" "Indeed. Lieutenant La Flaga here probably knows them better than anyone on this ship. He has faced them countless times, and can attest to them being an elite Coordinator team… which now, to make matters worse, have experimental Gundams on their hands." Mu, as to help her point, continued: "Not to mention a ship capable of keeping on par with ours. So, without a skilled helmsman, we can expect them to get to us sooner or later." Murrue came back to the front with Mu, and grabbed the spotlight once more. "For the time being, there is no plan. No ships have yet heed our distress signals, much less come to our rescue. All we can do for now is… be vigilant, and be prepared. I want everyone on level two battle stations, I want all pilots to keep their machines in as high working order as they can, and I want the watchtowers working turns. We keep pushing the pedal, and wait. When they appear, we defend ourselves nicely until we can get to Earth's Absolute Defense Perimeter. Any questions?" With the silence that followed, came her dismissal of everybody in the room. "Very well. This meeting is now over. All can go..." Man, I can't wait to see what the next episode entails… "Except for Beta One and Two. Your trials begin now." Mu pointed his finger over his shoulder, towards the door. "The kid with the GINN knockoff and the visor lady, out. Go have some dinner or something." Carter was visibly confused by the Lieutenant calling his Zaku a GINN knockoff, but simply shrugged it off and called it a day, while the NPD Who Shall Not Be Seen followed him quietly out of the room. Aida and Kyle were left alone with the three of them, scratching their heads. "But… but… we couldn't fight. They had wrecked our stuff-" Murrue had the word once again. "Silence, Beta One. We shall begin with your trial once we've finished discussing Beta Two's stunt here. Now, mister… 'Kyle', it says here you shot a prototype Gundam's cockpit?". Aida sat down patiently and listened, amused by the situation, while Kyle was left standing. "But I did it to stop Kami-" Kyle began to explain himself, but seeing the expression in the faces of the officers, he stopped himself. So lifelike… it's like they're still pissed about that Gundam… anyways, it's probably better not to get on their bad side anymore. "Sorry. My actions were reckless. I felt that was the best way to handle that situation at the time." While Mu was perplexed, maybe looking for a different answer, Murrue continued, holding files on the Gundam MkII given to her by either Bask or Jamaican. “Well, while it would've been correct to destroy that Gundam if it was in the process of being hijacked, truth remains, no enemies had been reported in the area at the time, and there is no way you could've seen something from such a distance people near the unit didn't. Furthermore, the brilliant engineering behind the Gundam was most notably used on its structure, with the cockpit holding nothing of notice, which is why its self destruction protocol was complete rather than partial.” She knows her stuff... I better watch myself, don't say anything meta. Kyle suddenly realized his avatar's similarities to the AEUG's fabled Lieutenant, and tried not to let out an alarmed gasp. Meanwhile, Natarle took over. “However… while you remain a suspicious person, and will be under our constant watch, we cannot deny the gravity of our current situation.” Mu followed her, adding something as to drive the point home: “We cannot simply jail a guy capable of hitting a Gundam from that far... and wrecking it. Not right now. You are dismissed.” Kyle finally sighed with relief, and got out of the room, leaving Aida alone with Murrue, Natarle and Mu, who continued speaking. Aida’s appearance disturbed him a little, however. When did he even change into that uniform? And why is it nicer than even Bask’s? “Ahem… for charges of feeding false information to elite forces and failing to keep your men under control, how do you explain yourself?” Aida got up from his chair and looked at them straight. Don’t want the campaign to take unfortunate spins because of my earlier incompetence. “Well, how should we put this… i might have wanted to impress the lady with my fighting skills over there, heh.” In response, Murrue restrained a chuckle. “How did that go? I suppose being shot in the back and crashing into a factory is the true mark of a professional...” Aida, too, felt relief. He appeared to have convinced them of having committed a mistake, without actually telling them that he didn’t want any of the Titans to mix up with the custom Barzam, or the red Woundwort, which could have provoked a traitorous response from Sheen and questions from Kacricon at the very least. Natarle finished the trial in an advisorial tone. Apparently, the day was wearing off on her. “We will let you out with a warning. But let this be said, we will not tolerate any more unprofessional behavior from you or your men, understand?. Dismissed.” Getting out of the room, Aida finally got a chance to look at his wrist hologram without looking impolite, and noticed that it was late back in the real world. Furthermore, he had lost track of his team, but he could speak to them tomorrow. Pressing a button, he logged off, and the blue GM III disappeared from its stand on the ship. Right before the log-off was completed, though, he was met with a screen detailing the rewards given to the team for completing the stage. --- << Rewards >> Aida Unlocked for Printing: Back Camera (Marasai) Badge: Memory Lane (+5000cr) Stage Completed: 10000 Credits Kyle Badge: Hijack This! (+10000cr) Stage Completed: 10000 Credits Carter Available at Avatar Shop: These Glasses Are A CHAR! Badge: Outdated But Skilled (+30% Credits) Stage Completed: 13000 Credits --- As he pulled back from the game cabinet and returned to the darkness of his hobby shop, Aida could not help but laugh, his 1/144 Airbatel in hand. Back Camera… well aren’t you one hell of a comedian?
  3. Last week
  4. Carter would have been leaning against his arms on the main control panel of his Zaku, he let out a sigh and shook his head "Man.. Next time for sure, that'll be it" He said to himself before perking his head up and leaning back, looking around to see his environment and a particular NPD that caught his attention "Hm.. thats SEED isn't it?" he asked to himself before nodding along and then relaxing, he noticed the other two mobile suits in the hangar and decided that he would probably have to introduce himself one way or another, he let out another sigh at the that prospect before opening his cockpit and sliding down the rope that revealed itself for him to get in and out of it. "Yo.. You guys were my teammates earlier right?" He asked just to make sure, but he would still continue.. placing his hands in the pockets of his jacket "I'm Carter, Nice to meet you two" He said, he took notice of the one holding a Haro, he liked that ones mobile suit and general appearance- Lockon was one of his favorite characters after all. He then turned to check his mobile suit, followed by everyone elses.
  5. Hikaru felt an urge to headpat the squirrel, but resisted due to politeness. Not everyone appreciated such things and it could come off as creepy. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Yuiry was grateful to you. I managed to bring her in as well. To be perfectly honest, the realism of their expressions, their grief...it makes me wonder if the immersion is a bit too much. But it might mean her relief will be just that much more real too." He recalled Fa's realistic expressions and unknowingly commented on something Risu might be quite familiar with. The impact was so great, in fact, that he couldn't bring himself to be overly familiar with the NPD and just call her 'Fa' as he would otherwise have. Not without permission. "In any case, I'm Hikaru Hiyashi. My father is one of GBN's engineers and my step-sisters are playing on the GBN main servers as Purus Seven and Eleven. That's why I have the 'Adopted Puru' handle. I'm honestly surprised they weren't chosen for this Beta instead of me." Those two were currently providing character and voice work for the Puru series in general in both game and media, often appearing at real-life events. He wasn't sure how famous they were, but it was enough to contribute to the Gundam canon. "As for me...let's just say Gundam and Gunpla got me through a time of mourning and leave it at that. I got a 3D Printer, figured out how to make my own pieces, and never looked back." He brought up information on his machine and provided it. "The RX-179 Beta Gundam is a mix of the RX-178 Gundam Mk-II and the RMS-154 Refined Barzam made partly of custom-printed parts, plus the Zeta Gundam's beam rifle and a Clay Bazooka. It's a 'jack-of-all-trades' machine meant to be upgraded depending on how my skills and the needs I encounter in GBN develop as well as an armament testbed, so I made it a modular unit with hip and arm hardpoints. Let me know if there are hard-mounted weapons the team needs to test before full integration into a Gunpla and we can probably do that. It also has the ability to employ a Back Weapon System-enabled G-Defenser that isn't completed yet. There is also a quasi-psycommu, but it's meant more for connected armaments or turret control than INCOMs." Indeed, the Gundam currently had two beam guns on its hips that each provided a dome of coverage to the machine's left or right. The typical 'two INCOMs with two axes of movement each' limitation on a quasi-psycommu was the perfect amount of control to make it work. It also employed a beam claw on one forearm and the top part of a damaged vulcan-equipped shield undergoing repair on the other. A stolen GM II Shield was in the unit's left hand undergoing repair, a beam rifle was in its right hand, and a Clay Bazooka was in its rear skirt armor rack. "I also have a stock FXA-00 'Flying Armor' intended for use by any non-flight-capable units on the team, but I have to remember to log in with it. If someone needs me to provide that next time, please speak up. It might have been useful moving the captured Gundam back faster at least. Finally, I have two folding jump seats in the cockpit based on the one seen in Unicorn. Miss Yuiry found them useful this mission. Call me in to carry NPDs or for evacuation if prudent. I just wasn't able to get to Kamille this time around." It was then that he remembered something. "Oh, I also think I managed to convince Emma Sheen that the Beta Gundam was another Gundam Mk-II or a derivative. I might make appropriate bait for it, though Beta Team might have mitigated that to a degree."
  6. Shin was ready to blow up at the kid, however his gaze quickly turned to the little squirrel girl. As the chat bubble appeared over head and her nervousness showed Shin stopped. All he could think as the girl typed was 'cute' he recomposed himself as Creed spoke and kept eyeing him. Shin let out a slight chuckle. He wanted to know if Shin could have seen a different or better outcome but he kept his thoughts on it to himself. This group already proved to him that moving past failures wasn't there strong suit. He remained quiet and once Creed was done speaking he could tell he was once again motioning for him to speak. With a deep breath the crimson haired man spoke up. "If you wanna know about me it's all public record. I'm Shin Hakuren, also known as The Raging Beast of GBN. I've worked my way up in singles ranked battles to be the best. As for why I build my gunpla it's for battle nothing more. That's a gunpla is good for. " As he spoke he flicked his wrist to show a detailed layout of his Astral Astray. On the screen several slots in the machine read out part missing. "This is my current Gunpla, and seeing that it didn't fully blowup in my first match I might use it again. It's main focus is close ranged combat with only mid range support tools. Don't expect me to help anyone at long range. I hate that kind of fighting and aim the farther I get it terrible." He let them study his specs a bit then closed the display. With that he was done he fully explained how his machine and him would be useful in combat. While he had a fair grasp on his teammates skills and there gunpla. It wouldn't hurt to see what they thought they could do. After he was done he walked back to his corner of the room and leaned back against the wall. Intending to silently listen to his "teams" discussion.
  7. Earlier
  8. Creed let the voices fire back and forth as Shin launched things slightly into the realm of uncomfortable dialogue. The kid seemed like a volcano ready to pop at the slightest irritation. There was an anger buried beneath him that Creed couldn’t quite seem to place. Marco kept his expression as neutral as possible as everyone else talked. Marco nodded in acknowledgment as Hikaru thanked him for the assistance earlier. Of the group, Hikaru seemed like the more level headed of the boys, Creed could sense some leadership potential from the kid. His eyes settled on the exchange between Hikaru and Risu. The squirrel girl intrigued him, she clearly had potential as a builder and with that in mind he had to wonder why she was in the beta. He studied her closely as she talked and finally cleared his throat. “Hikaru is right… we need to analyze the past to be victorious in the future. I would have preferred to bag all three machines if it was entirely up to me.” He eyed the fiery youth as he talk as if daring Shin to suggest a different outcome. He then returned his gaze to Risu, “let’s start this off properly… my name is Marco Creed, I’m the poster boy for Zapp inc. I’ve been building and driving pretty much since the beginning… I’d love to hear about each of you and what you built your machines to do? We need to understand the roles we all have in mind in order to figure out how to work together.” Marco nodded his head towards Shin once again motioning for the kid to speak up again.
  9. Risu took a brief pause as she was pulled out of the dark cockpit space of her gunpla and deposited into what appeared to be a large atrium, though the way that various other gunpla were placed in rows against the walls seemed to suggest that this was a hangar, not unlike one for aircraft. She was perhaps too engaged with getting her bearings that she’d effectively tuned out the rather terse conversation happening between the other members of her team, though the way she appeared to actively avoid them would no doubt inform the other divers about what kind of person the little squirrel was, though as soon as her name was called, she’d turn towards the one who’d addressed her. Hikaru, she recalled, though the fact that his name showed up just above his head helped quite a lot. Now that they weren’t engaged in distracting combat, she could dedicate her attention to what he was saying. Unlike previously, he was showing concern. Whether or not he was mad at her, she couldn’t tell, but regardless, Risu felt like she ought to apologize. With a small pout, a white speech bubble appeared overhead, filled with a single word. [sorry :c] [i’ll try harder next time] It’s just a game, Risu thought to herself. There’s no reason you should be getting down like this! Even though she knew better, something nagged at her, or rather had been nagging at her for quite some time. Right now, though, it didn’t matter. She’d try to keep her word as best she could. She wanted to do good, if not for them, for herself, and then maybe Choco as well, whenever she decided to show up.
  10. Hikaru couldn't help but be surprised at the victory. He had no real knowledge of what was going on until the cutscene mentioned Unit 03's location. Now things started to make sense. One of the team had absconded with the damaged Mk-II without telling anyone, securing the victory, and it was the teammate that was AWOL from the battlefield. After giving a sigh, he then looked to Fa and gave a small smile. It was hardly a consolation for hurting her home, but... "Miss Yuiry, Kamille Bidan was secured by one of my allies in time. You should be able to see him soon. Mind yourself of the others in the hangar, and you might be expected to sit tight to keep from being underfoot until some details are worked out." Once they docked and he helped Fa out of his machine, he was informed by a crew member that there would be a team meeting and where to go. Fa was left in the capable hands of the crew, though he really had no idea if she'd stay put or not. He was able to at least see Kamille getting out of a machine with Risu and point him out to her before he left for the meeting. The Beta Gundam's pilot went to the room in question and listened to Creed apologize to the group for his conduct. The adolescent felt that Shin's response was absolutely cringe-worthy. It wasn't something that could be left hanging in the air without comment. "Acknowledging our failures and showing respect for the team is hardly a 'pointless' way to start a meeting dedicated to self-analysis and improvement. You want to avoid losing in the future? Exploring the 'why' behind the losses in the past is one of the ways to do that, right?" Hikaru asked Shin before he looked back to Creed, pondering the matter carefully. He scratched the back of his neck. "In my case, I guess I flooded the radio too much in the beginning. I was trying to clarify my plan for Argama Team in a way that the NPDs could process and act on. If I went too meta with it, they'd have ignored it as ramblings. This made it more...wordy than it otherwise might have been. I might still need to do that in the future, but I can try to switch to our team channel and clarify my intentions in a more brief manner on the side. I know the other team did it too. That guy in the GM III was bragging about manipulating Emma Sheen when I tried to lure her Gundam into position for capture." Manipulating the NPDs to act was a viable action and one he couldn't throw away because people were impatient. Especially if the other team retained the tactic. "I need to read up on this...merged history some if I want to keep that as an option though." "I'm guessing you're Creed." He recalled the voice from during the mission, and felt come confidence in his guess. "Maybe you were reckless, but you were also the only one I who had my back in combat when I needed for support in the initial two-on-one. I thank you for that, it's one of the reasons Kamille survived the fight at all. That being said, I'm pretty upset that you ducked out on the fight later without telling any of us what you were doing. Yeah, it won the battle for us, but our communication absolutely sucks. I was the only one of the team left fighting when the battle ended, and had no idea why." Hikaru said, hinting that going AWOL without cluing everyone else in on it had consequences for the team. "Speaking of Kamille. Risu, thanks for finally bringing Kamille into your cockpit." Which one Risu was happened to be clarified by the fact that Kamille was with her. "I have to ask though...what happened? You took a hit and just...sat there for half the battle until the end. You didn't even respond to me on the radio. Did you bump your head on the console in the crash and get knocked out or something? I hear the feedback for that sort of thing was upped in 1.78 for some reason..." He was curious about the squirrel girl's effective non-participation. Regarding Shin's actions specifically, he really had nothing more to say at the moment. He fought solo, didn't like losing, and was a jerk to everyone about it.
  11. The battle had ended and what had he done… nothing. The anger he felt for himself and the gunpla was more like a raging inferno, however he took a deep breath as him and his gunpla were transported to a hanger. The Win Screen was still on his monitor with a snarl on his face Shin rammed his fist through the monitor making the screen vanish. "You call that a victory… I call it a tasteless battle." He crossed his arms and sat in the cockpit of his gunpla. He could see the rest of his so called team coming and starting to head out of there machines. He didn't care, he pulled up the battle data and short recording of the fight from all his teammates. As he watched he got even angrier however he did see a level of skill and could see that each had their own plans, all except one. He could tell that she was a novice completely new to GBN how she got a beta key he will never understand. However something that stuck out to him was the gunpla, for being a newb it was very well crafted. After he was done with his analysis he opened the cockpit, Shin had opted for an actual opening rather than the teleport animation. As he floated down to the ground he continued to play out the battle over and over. Shin ignored everyone as they entered the room he was the last one in and that was fine by him. He leaned up against a far wall Shin closed his eyes as the man began to speak. As he spoke and apologized Shin grew more and more angry till finally it boiled over. His hand slammed against the wall making a loud bang "Stop apologizing! In fact that was a pointless way to start this meeting. We all acted according to our own will so accept it and move on. As for being lucky, your damn right. I only joined the beta to see what kind of fighters I could take out. " He paused for a moment then looked at the group. "So far I'm not really impressed." He let that sink in for a bit but then continued "I do agree that if this mission is a team battle we will have to work together. Because let me tell you… I won't lose again. " There was a certain fire to his words and the look in his eyes was that of someone determined to prove something, and what he wanted to prove had nothing to do with the fight. It was easy to tell there was hate behind almost every word he spoke. His disdain for gunpla and GBN was loud and clear in every action he took
  12. As the Trinames stood in the hangar of the Archangel, Kyle was still confused as to why they weren't back at the school. However, he couldn't help but be excited about this new campaign. "Zeta and Seed mixed together?" He said to his robotic companion. "Who knows what other series could be apart of this universe?!" The diver looked down to see two of this allies, along with Natalie Badgiruel. It was weird seeing so many named NPD characters for Kyle. Every once in a while, his old team would rent a Gundam alumni, but this battle and the way characters acted showed him how much effort was being put into the campaign. "There's more to this than meets the eye..." He thought. It didn't look like a basic mesh of universes. Characters were going to interact with each other, similar to a Super Robot Wars game or the series this campaign seemed to be named after. "How important will my interactions be to these NPD's? How will they respond?" Currently though, it didn't matter as Kyle pulled up a screen to his right, surveying the damage done to him by a real player. "The psycho sure did some damage..." He said. "No Trans-Am! No Trans-Am!" responded Haro. The diver chuckled. "Yeah, I didn't get to use it, but the Trans-Am wasn't stable anyways." None of the mobile suit seemed stable to Kyle. If he were to keep up with the others on Alpha Team, the Trinames would have to be completed. Picking the spherical droid up out of his slot, Kyle materialized in front of his Gunpla, glancing around the large hangar of the Archangel as he floated. His previous team could only afford a Supersonic Transporter, so being apart of such a massive ship was something he'd have to adjust to. Noticing Beta Three's Blue Zaku, he wondered who was piloting the Zeonic machine. The diver began to float down to his other teammate. "Aida, right?" Kyle exclaimed as his feet touched the ground. "My name is Kyle!" Haro jumped out of his arms and flapped his ears. "HARO! HARO!" It yelled out. Kyle sighed. "Yeah, that's my partner Haro, but I'm assuming you already knew that if you're playing this game."
  13. As Creed locked the MKII into place on the AEUG vessel his screen suddenly acknowledged “Mission Accomplished”. Marco release the controls clearly relieved at the end of the situation. He didn’t realize how on edge he was until the cutscene had started. As the cutscene went on Marco realized that the mission would become distinctively Seed based for the next round. He watched in intrigue as it depicted a slightly familiar scenario with Heliopolis. “Does this mean we’ll be working with Zaft this time around?” He murmured out loud. Finally the controls returned to his cockpit and Marco saw that a waypoint had been set for a familiar looking ship not that far away from his current position. Maneuvering the Saviour to the Nazca class Vesalius; Creed began to feel excited once more. His machine docked and he found himself inside the hangar of the fabled ship. As he looked around the hangar a deck officer approached him with a crisp salute. “Please proceed to the briefing room on the command deck sir! Commander Le Creuset will join you as soon as he’s able to.” Creed gave a half hearted nod in response. He floated his way to the command deck and was marveling at the detail of the ship. Part of him always enjoyed the idea of having a ship as a force nest. As he entered the debriefing room he brought up his game menu and swiped a few controls waiting for the rest of alpha team. Even as he did so he brought up the after action report and grimaced at the statistics. If they succeeded it was in spite of being a team not because of it. Creed wasn’t above acknowledging his own shortcomings. He got flustered, lost his temper, he was reckless. He let out a sigh and started stroking his beard in concentration. The memory of the Galbaldy caused him to furrow his brow in anger. He was letting something so simple bother him. That’s not the type of player he was, nor the type of person. “Things will change this time around.” He mused. One by one his teammates entered the room and he eyed each one curiously, having never seen their avatars before. The two boys seemed like normal average players but the squirrel girl did caused him to slightly shake his head in confusion. As they filed in everyone eyed each other with their own motives hidden behind their faces. Marco cleared his throat, “I want to apologize to everyone here…” he looked at everyone in the eye as he said so, Marco was standing in front of the room. “I let my feelings cloud my judgment that mission and fought instinctively err- recklessly really... I don’t think I have to tell everyone that we got lucky.” He waited to see if anyone had a response to his admittedly lame apology. He dared to add, “I think if were going to succeed in his next round then we’re going to have to work together as a team…” he let the words hang in the air and waited to see what his teammates would say. He was genuinely curious how they would react.
  14. Back inside his crashed Mobile Suit at the factory, Beta’s acting commander prepared to abandon Airbatel for a little experiment. He opened his inventory, more importantly, his avatar’s wardrobe menu, and pushed a button to load Preset B. Only a blink of an eye passed between his uniform and cap vanishing into glowing particles, and the appearance from thin air of a Gryps-era normal suit, customized by Aida with the colors of his Man From Jupiter attire, and loaded with accessories taken from Quattro’s normal suit: the leg pistol holster and jetpack, which ironically, made their Zeta debut on the very episode this stage had been built upon. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the button that would make the hatch open. Weirdly, despite not really having anything to lose in a virtual videogame, he had his doubts. The experience was more realistic than ever, and he could only wonder what would be of the world when these games became fully immersive thanks to full-body sensor coverage. Somehow, people preferred fiction to reality, even if the worlds they were moving into weren’t really places one should want to live in. Swooooshhhh... Bingo. The hatch was now open, and he was out of the cockpit, but his avatar’s health meter was not decreasing in any way, fast or slow, which meant no significant oxygen loss. They had even implemented a practical use for normal suits… which meant people in public servers would finally have to stop breaking character and getting out of their machines into space wearing only swimsuits or casualwear if they didn’t want their Divers to die. He climbed down from the GM III, and continued his journey on foot. His avatar still having the meter at all meant he had not been ‘ghosted’ into Spectator Mode… and could still influence NPDs or other Divers, even though his MS was out of the fight for good. However, he thought as he fired up his jetpack’s thrusters and flied out of the factory, watching out not to get too close to the whirlwinds, only God knew what he could do now. To find such opportunities to wreck havoc as a mere person was rare. And since he was on the defending team, there weren’t even enemy facilities to infiltrate… only these factories, and the Titans building in the distance… Suddenly, he needed to take cover. A GM’s BOWA rifle, briefly caught by the wind vortex before it became too weak to keep it spinning circles, was now approaching him with speed, just as he was getting used to seeing the colony from above. Rapidly, he accelerated towards another one of the factories, and crashed through one of the upper windows before the gigantic weapon could claim his avatar's life. Landing forcefully on top of a metallic scaffold, he took a moment to get up again, grabbing a hold of the metal bars. After getting himself on his feet again, he found yet another weird detail left in the map by the campaign’s creators, a sign of a different Universal Century. Did they really waste so much effort in detailing all of these factories and minor buildings, just in the remote case somebody did enter them? “... Beta Team… calling Beta...” Now, a faintly familiar voice could be heard emanating from a device on his wrist. It was the pilot of the Galbaldy Beta. She was surprisingly alive, and still trying to contact the team. Quickly, he initiated a conversation with her. “Beta Four? This is Beta One, come in! What’s your status?”. An uncomfortably long pause followed, but B-Four would respond eventually. “Beta Four reporting… slightly wounded, Mobile Suit inoperative. On foot, armed with explosives. Hiding in a building… what are my orders?” Hearing her out, Aida recoiled for a moment, thinking of a response, before looking down from the scaffold upon what lied on the floor. Yet another idea that could get the team back on their feet. “Beta Four, i’m sending you my coordinates. Regroup with me, on the double.” Elsewhere in the battlefield, Emma and Kacricon flied, looking for the sellsword that had shot Unit 03, when a woman in a blue normal suit appropriate to the era passed them, flying her jetpack towards the factory district. “What the hell… Kacricon, did you see that-” Emma was interrupted, however, as Kacooler’s news were more urgent. “Quick, I see stray shots!” Quickly, the dark blue Gundams spotted the enemy: one of the AEUG’s machines was in trouble, with a friendly trying to end it with a well placed slash, and an enemy keeping the energy blade from touching the Rick Dias' head with a beam saber. She recognized the friendly as the one that had shot 03, and the enemy as that weird Gundam that seemed to share more than a passing resemblance to her own Mark II. Why didn't the blue GM want her interacting with the white Gundam? She didn't know, but the other black Mobile Suit had caught wind of their arrival, and now fired its Clay Bazooka towards Kacricon and her. Kacricon acted quickly, dodging out of the way, and she followed suit, lifting her shield up in case the Gundam was not fast enough to dodge the round. "Emma, we'll waste that one! Poor bastard must feel pretty lonely, and with that kind of firepower, the maniac in the glitter dispenser can probably handle two tangos at once anyways." said Kacricon, referring to Apolly's Rick Dias as their new target and the Trinames Repair as the "glitter dispenser". Emma had her doubts, their orders were to bring the glowing Mobile Suit's pilot to their superiors for interrogation, and the Mark II lookalike still poked at her curiosity. But in such a situation, they had to be pragmatic. Emma fired her beam saber up, not wanting to use her rifle inside the colony, and charged at Apolly Bay's unit. Suddenly, the cockpits of all Divers cut to black, with the words “Mission Accomplished” for Alpha Team, and “Operation Completed” for Beta Team. Apparently, that had been the end of the stage. Now, a new cinematic showed, and control of the Mobile Suits was temporarily taken away. --- << GENERATION BREAK : CUTSCENE START >> Over at the Titans base, from which the firefight and the wind had both shifted away, giving fire control and medic teams way to take action, base commander Samuel D. Rogen of the Federation idled nervously next to a window on the upper floors, assessing the situation with a pair of binoculars and talking to himself in a low tone. "Not good… Some mercenary crashed into one of the R&D hangars. Let's hope these lunatics don't notice Sisquiede… they've already flied away with 03's wreck, so they are not afraid of carrying dead weight." A beeping signal interrupted him, followed by the shout of the communications officer operating the receiver/transmitter array of the base. "Distress signal from LCAM-01XA! The structural supports of Heliopolis-” The young officer paused, knowing the Titans were insistent in using another name for the colony, and corrected himself. “The structural supports of Gryps 1 are very damaged, and-” The young officer was cut off by Rogen. “What do they want us to do about it?! Our hands are tied over here, and all we have are Mobile Suits anyways! We can’t repair a colony! Order them to retreat and get over here before ZAFT comes back and squashes us all! Bask will have a plan.” Immediately afterwards, a new signal came in. The communications officer listened in, then gave everyone in the room the news: “Gryps 1 has experienced dissasembly. Archangel, X-105 and the Hawk of Endymion are falling back here. ZAFT has chosen to fall back for unknown reasons.” At the same time, the radar technician on Rogen’s other side spoke with an update on the fight taking place in Gryps 2. “The AEUG is on the run! They’ve put Unit 03 in a barge… the red one and his escorts are currently flying away.” Commander Rogen was not amused, but right as he was beginning his rant, the faces of Bask Om and Jamaican Daninghan appeared on screen. Samuel promptly filled his commanders in, and when he was done, Jamaican spoke. “So ZAFT partnered with the AEUG and used them as a distraction here, while they stole our X-Numbers… damned know-it-all spacenoids! We’ll give them a beating they won’t ever forget… once we’ve built System, no fleet, no weapon will be more powerful than us!” Bask lifted his hand, prompting Jamaican to shut up and let him speak. “Base Commander, Archangel is coming here. We’re boarding it, but without four of five X-Numbers, the ship is seriously understaffed. And we can’t really leave anything of value, given the condition of this colony. Lieutenants Kacricon Kacooler and Emma Sheen are to board Archangel with Unit 01 and Unit 02. Have the mercenary team join them. They’re insubordinate, but they're regular force material.” In space, an orange Mobile Armor could be seen approaching the punctured hull of Green Noa 2, escorting a white legged ship... << GENERATION BREAK : CUTSCENE END >> --- When the cutscene ended, control returned to all the Divers. The IFF, however, had been disabled, and the weapons had been deactivated. Combat was no longer possible, nor were the Rick Diases where they used to be moments ago. Now, Quattro, Apolly and Roberto all were far away from Beta Team and the two dark Gundams, flying towards the first hole, the one next to which the AEUG barge now safeguarded a Gundam Mk-II, before crossing the threshold and disappearing into the darkness of space. The two operational machines of Beta Team were left alone with Emma and Kacricon, while the voice of Jamaican pierced the silence. “... repeat, this is Lieutenant Commander Daninghan. Units 01 and 02, retreat towards the spaceport. Beta Team, escort Units 01 and 02. All non-mentioned personnel is to stay and help repair this base.” While Kacricon and Emma took off, the Divers of Beta Team saw a blue arrow appear in their cockpits, pointing in the direction of the hangars they had taken off from at the start of the operation. Apparently, that was the destination of the Mk-IIs, and by extension, theirs. As both his beam tomahawk and the modified Barzam's beam saber turned off automatically, Kyle was not disappointed or angry, he merely couldn't help but be bewildered in the team's voice channel. "Shouldn't we be back at Alfred's school already? We lost, didn't we?" Taking off towards the spaceport, the pilot of Trinames wondered to himself: How come I can never ever get a bit of casual fun without risking this kind of stuff…? Stupid maniacs. Upon returning from the cutscene, Carter found his Mobile Suit in midair, lunging at a missing person. The Red Comet was long gone now, and he was left alone, circling around his own axis. "Agh, I'd have beat him to a pulp..." he said as he landed the Zaku Forerunner for a moment, and turned it around, flicking the Saturn Engine back on to cruise towards the other side of the colony. They did give my mech one hell of a beating, though... no respect for the classics, no respect for the classics. As for the team NPD, she unexpectedly burst through the roof of a factory, now at the helm of a restored GP03S, painted in Titans colors and wielding a Folding Bazooka. Her passenger, Aida, hanged on to the pilot seat as best as he could, lacking any jump seats where he could sit. He was not happy that their stellar find couldn't make it in time to save the day. "Crud… It was a perfect idea. But we are too late." The nameless NPD looked back at him, her black helmet visor betraying no faction, no feature of her. "We must go to the mission marker's position." Aida calmly replied, regaining his composure, "I know. But first, we must pick up my Mobile Suit. The Stamen can probably take it to the spaceport..." Minutes later, the six Suits entered the spaceport, just as the venerable Moebius Zero could be seen entering Archangel, in anticipation of the ship aligning right in front of an open gate, allowing the Marks and Beta a clear landing onto their Mobile Suit bays. The Trinames and Forerunner took off into space first, clearing the way for the two dark Gundams, before joining the Stamen and Airbatel behind them and landing inside the ship, which closed its hangar bays and turned around to flee, before the enemy Nazca-class could catch up. Leaving Airbatel in one of the bays and the GP03 in another, Aida and the NPD materialized in front of the latter, floating in the middle of the hangar bay towards the floor. Oxygen had already been restored to the area, and a black haired woman was moving in for an introduction. Not wanting to be impolite, Aida traded his helmet back for Preset A's cap. The NPD, however, did not change attire. With graceful movements, a woman dressed in a white Earth Alliance uniform stopped in front of the Mobile Suits, as a blonde man could be seen unboarding his Mobile Armor. Holding a clipboard, she would address the group. "You must be the reinforcements… I'm Executive Officer Badgiruel. Commanders Bask and Daninghan have boarded the ship some minutes ago and will be in the conference room for a debriefing. You can head there when you're ready. Dismissed." She would then head back, with the NPD following her in a manner reminiscent of an automaton. Aida was somewhat disconcerted at the two of them. "Yeah… nice to meet you two I guess." Then, he looked at the white Dynames and the blue Zaku, curious about the people inside.
  15. Little update, I’ve been working on the Titans MKII I finally finished all the major painting. I was a bit paranoid about painting the plating before piecing the unit together. You’ll see in these pictures that I went as far as labeling the areas that each piece was from lol. I really like the two tone paneling, not to mention there is something charming about the dark colors on a Gundam! The only thing I’m someone concerned about is the coloring I did for the yellow; I tried something slightly more pale and I’m contemplating if I should repaint them or just run with it and see how weathering turns it out. Also you’ll see I got another RG for Xmas! For the glorious wing Gundam EW I think I have something special in mind for a unique color scheme. I may even try some etching on it. I’ll start it after I finish the MKII!
  16. Back inside his crashed Mobile Suit at the factory, Beta’s acting commander prepared to abandon Airbatel for a little experiment. He opened his inventory, more importantly, his avatar’s wardrobe menu, and pushed a button to load Preset B. Only a blink of an eye passed between his uniform and cap vanishing into glowing particles, and the appearance from thin air of a Gryps-era normal suit, customized by Aida with the colors of his Man From Jupiter attire, and loaded with accessories taken from Quattro’s normal suit: the leg pistol holster and jetpack, which ironically, made their Zeta debut on the very episode this stage had been built upon. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the button that would make the hatch open. Weirdly, despite not really having anything to lose in a virtual videogame, he had his doubts. The experience was more realistic than ever, and he could only wonder what would be of the world when these games became fully immersive thanks to full-body sensor coverage. Somehow, people preferred fiction to reality, even if the worlds they were moving into weren’t really places one should want to live in. Swooooshhhh... Bingo. The hatch was now open, and he was out of the cockpit, but his avatar’s health meter was not decreasing in any way, fast or slow, which meant no significant oxygen loss. They had even implemented a practical use for normal suits… which meant people in public servers would finally have to stop breaking character and getting out of their machines into space wearing only swimsuits or casualwear if they didn’t want their Divers to die. He climbed down from the GM III, and continued his journey on foot. His avatar still having the meter at all meant he had not been ‘ghosted’ into Spectator Mode… and could still influence NPDs or other Divers, even though his MS was out of the fight for good. However, he thought as he fired up his jetpack’s thrusters and flied out of the factory, watching out not to get too close to the whirlwinds, only God knew what he could do now. To find such opportunities to wreck havoc as a mere person was rare. And since he was on the defending team, there weren’t even enemy facilities to infiltrate… only these factories, and the Titans building in the distance… Suddenly, he needed to take cover. A GM’s BOWA rifle was now approaching him with speed, just as he was getting used to seeing the skies from above. Rapidly, he accelerated towards another one of the factories, and crashed through one of the upper windows before the gigantic weapon could claim his life. Landing forcefully on top of a metallic scaffold, he took a moment to get up again, grabbing a hold of the metal bars. After getting himself on his feet again, he found yet another weird detail left in the map by the campaign’s creators, a sign of a different Universal Century. Did they really waste so much effort in detailing all of these factories and minor buildings, just in the remote case somebody did enter them? “... Beta Team… calling Beta...” Now, a faintly familiar voice could be heard emanating from a device on his wrist. It was the pilot of the Galbaldy Beta. She was surprisingly alive, and still trying to contact the team. Quickly, he initiated a conversation with her. “Beta Four? This is Beta One, come in! What’s your status?”. An uncomfortably long pause followed, but B-Four would respond eventually. “Beta Four reporting… slightly wounded, Mobile Suit inoperative. On foot, armed with explosives. Hiding in a building… what are my orders?” Hearing her out, Aida recoiled for a moment, thinking of a response, before looking down from the scaffold upon what lied on the floor. Yet another idea that could get the team back on their feet. “Beta Four, i’m sending you my coordinates. Regroup with me, on the double.” Elsewhere in the battlefield, Emma and Kacricon flied, looking for the sellsword that had shot Unit 03, when a woman in a blue normal suit appropriate to the era passed them, flying her jetpack towards the factory district. “What the hell… Kacricon, did you see that-” Emma was interrupted, however, as Kacooler’s news were more urgent. “Quick, I see stray shots!” Quickly, the dark blue Gundams spotted the enemy: one of the AEUG’s machines was in trouble, with a friendly trying to end it with a well placed slash, and an enemy keeping the energy blade from touching the Rick Dias' head with a beam saber. She recognized the friendly as the one that had shot 03, and the enemy as that weird Gundam that seemed to share more than a passing resemblance to her own Mark II. Why didn't the blue GM want her interacting with the white Gundam? She didn't know, but the other black Mobile Suit had caught wind of their arrival, and now fired its Clay Bazooka towards Kacricon and her. Kacricon acted quickly, dodging out of the way, and she followed suit, lifting her shield up in case the Gundam was not fast enough to dodge the round. "Emma, we'll waste that one! Poor bastard must feel pretty lonely, and with that kind of firepower, the maniac in the glitter dispenser can probably handle two tangos at once anyways." said Kacricon, referring to Apolly's Rick Dias as their new target and the Trinames Repair as the "glitter dispenser". Emma had her doubts, their orders were to bring the glowing Mobile Suit's pilot to their superiors for interrogation, and the Mark II lookalike still poked at her curiosity. But in such a situation, they had to be pragmatic. Emma fired her beam saber up, not wanting to use her rifle inside the colony, and charged at Apolly Bay's unit. Suddenly, the cockpits of all Divers cut to black, with the words “Mission Accomplished” for Alpha Team, and “Operation Completed” for Beta Team. Apparently, that had been the end of the stage. Now, a new cinematic showed, and control of the Mobile Suits was temporarily taken away. --- << GENERATION BREAK : CUTSCENE START >> Over at the Titans base, from which the firefight and the wind had both shifted away, giving fire control and medic teams way to take action, base commander Samuel D. Rogen of the Federation idled nervously next to a window on the upper floors, assessing the situation with a pair of binoculars and talking to himself in a low tone. "Not good… Some mercenary crashed into one of the R&D hangars. Let's hope these lunatics don't notice Sisquiede… they've already flied away with 03's wreck, so they are not afraid of carrying dead weight." A beeping signal interrupted him, followed by the shout of the communications officer operating the receiver/transmitter array of the base. "Distress signal from LCAM-01XA! The structural supports of Heliopolis-” The young officer paused, knowing the Titans were insistent in using another name for the colony, and corrected himself. “The structural supports of Gryps 1 are very damaged, and-” The young officer was cut off by Rogen. “What do they want us to do about it?! Our hands are tied over here, and all we have are Mobile Suits anyways! We can’t repair a colony! Order them to retreat and get over here before ZAFT comes back and squashes us all! Bask will have a plan.” Immediately afterwards, a new signal came in. The communications officer listened in, then gave everyone in the room the news: “Gryps 1 has experienced dissasembly. Archangel, X-105 and the Hawk of Endymion are falling back here. ZAFT has chosen to fall back for unknown reasons.” At the same time, the radar technician on Rogen’s other side spoke with an update on the fight taking place in Gryps 2. “The AEUG is on the run! They’ve put Unit 03 in a barge… the red one and his escorts are currently flying away.” Commander Rogen was not amused, but right as he was beginning his rant, the faces of Bask Om and Jamaican Daninghan appeared on screen. Samuel promptly filled his commanders in, and when he was done, Jamaican spoke. “So ZAFT partnered with the AEUG and used them as a distraction here, while they stole our X-Numbers… damned know-it-all spacenoids! We’ll give them a beating they won’t ever forget… once we’ve built System, no fleet, no weapon will be more powerful than us!” Bask lifted his hand, prompting Jamaican to shut up and let him speak. “Base Commander, Archangel is coming here. We’re boarding it, but without four of five X-Numbers, the ship is seriously understaffed. And we can’t really leave anything of value, given the condition of this colony. Lieutenants Kacricon Kacooler and Emma Sheen are to board Archangel with Unit 01 and Unit 02. Have the mercenary team join them. They’re insubordinate, but they're regular force material.” In space, an orange Mobile Armor could be seen approaching the punctured hull of Green Noa 2, escorting a white legged ship... << GENERATION BREAK : CUTSCENE END >> --- When the cutscene ended, control returned to all the Divers. The IFF, however, had been disabled, and the weapons had been deactivated. Combat was no longer possible, nor were the Rick Diases where they used to be moments ago. Now, Quattro, Apolly and Roberto all were far away from Beta Team and the two dark Gundams, flying towards the first hole, the one next to which the AEUG barge now safeguarded a Gundam Mk-II, before crossing the threshold and disappearing into the darkness of space. The two operational machines of Beta Team were left alone with Emma and Kacricon, while the voice of Jamaican pierced the silence. “... repeat, this is Lieutenant Commander Daninghan. Units 01 and 02, retreat towards the spaceport. Beta Team, escort Units 01 and 02. All non-mentioned personnel is to stay and help repair this base.” While Kacricon and Emma took off, the Divers of Beta Team saw a blue arrow appear in their cockpits, pointing in the direction of the hangars they had taken off from at the start of the operation. Apparently, that was the destination of the Mk-IIs, and by extension, theirs. As both his beam tomahawk and the modified Barzam's beam saber turned off automatically, Kyle was not disappointed or angry, he merely couldn't help but be bewildered in the team's voice channel. "Shouldn't we be back at Alfred's school already? We lost, didn't we?" Taking off towards the spaceport, the pilot of Trinames wondered aloud: "How come I can never ever get a bit of casual fun without risking this kind of stuff…? Stupid maniacs." Upon returning from the cutscene, Carter found his Mobile Suit in midair, lunging at a missing person. The Red Comet was long gone now, and he was left alone, circling around his own axis. "Agh, I'd have beat him to a pulp..." he said as he landed the Zaku Forerunner for a moment, and turned it around, flicking the Saturn Engine back on to cruise towards the other side of the colony. "They did batter me up badly, though..." As for the team NPD, she unexpectedly burst through the roof of a factory, now at the helm of a restored GP03S, painted in Titans colors and wielding a Folding Bazooka. Her passenger, Aida, hanged on to the pilot seat as best as he could, lacking any jump seats where he could sit. He was not happy that their stellar find couldn't make it in time to save the day. "Crud… It was a perfect idea. But we are too late." The nameless NPD looked back at him, her black helmet visor betraying no faction, no feature of her. "We must go to the mission marker's position." Aida calmly replied, regaining his composure, "I know. But first, we must pick up my Mobile Suit. The Stamen can probably take it to the spaceport..." Minutes later, the six Suits entered the spaceport, just as the venerable Moebius Zero could be seen entering Archangel, in anticipation of the ship aligning right in front of the spaceport, allowing the Marks and Beta a clear landing. The Trinames and Forerunner took off into space first, clearing the way for the two dark Gundams, before joining the Stamen and Airbatel behind them and landing inside the ship, which closed its hangar bays and turned around to flee, before the enemy Nazca-class could catch up. Leaving Airbatel in one of the bays and the GP03 in another, Aida and the NPD materialized in front of the latter, floating in the middle of the hangar bay towards the floor. Oxygen had already been restored to the area, and a black haired woman was moving in for an introduction. Not wanting to be impolite, Aida traded his helmet back for Preset A's cap. The NPD, however, did not change attire. With graceful movements, a woman dressed in a white Earth Alliance uniform stopped in front of the Mobile Suits, as a blonde man could be seen unboarding his Mobile Armor. Holding a clipboard, she would address the group. "You must be the reinforcements… I'm Executive Officer Badgiruel. Commanders Bask and Daninghan have boarded the ship some minutes ago and will be in the conference room for a debriefing. You can head there when you're ready. Dismissed." She would then head back, with the NPD following her in a manner reminiscent of an automaton. Aida was somewhat disconcerted at the two of them. "Yeah… nice to meet you two I guess." Then, he looked at the white Dynames and the blue Zaku, curious about the people inside.
  17. A long, pregnant pause marked the gap between Risu's thoughts as she stared at the dark-haired boy while he begun to climb the hand of her gunpla. She'd stare for a while, noting just how small he was against her machine. All of this seemed so real, and people enjoyed it? How? Remaining still, she'd look around at her surroundings, watching the combat continue overhead, seemingly without her. Risu wiped her eyes with her sleeves, which were quickly stained with her tears, and eventually, Higanbana begun to move again, rising to its spindle-like feet, clutching Kamille close to its chest. A brief flash of light, and the boy would disappear, only to materialize behind Risu.
  18. If you have a character pending approval, and it has been approved by the game master but not in the system, drop me a message.
  19. Hikaru, on seeing that the enemy Zaku was back to fighting Char, kept moving. It didn't seem to have beam weapons, which was a bad match for the Rick Dias' Gundarium Gamma armor. Char wasn't a Diver, but his skill and the disparity between the machines should at least buy him some time. No, Hikaru needed to get back into the main battle. Of course, he was growing more than a little irritated. Risu was taking half the battle doing even the simplest blasted thing of getting a civilian in front of them into their cockpit. The others were either not in view or doing absolutely nothing of note anymore. With everything falling apart and the irritation of being left without support, he decided that it was time for a wake-up call. As his machine accelerated, he switched to Alpha Team's own comm channel. "Hey! I know you aren't all out, so why in Tomino's name am I the only one on Alpha Team that's still fighting? Save Kamille, back up me and Char, and get back into the fight!" He might have said please or otherwise tried to be more civil, but he was sufficiently irritated to drop the formalities. Especially since he surged forward and attempted to intercept the saber blow aiming for Roberto with a weapon that had yet to be used in the fight. A Beam Saber blade mounted on the hard point of the Beta Gundam's right arm flared to life, the pink blade of energy meant to dissuade the easy kill.
  20. Carter had believed that he had gotten away, which was clearly not the truth- as a beam rifle shot would find purchase right through the side of his mobile suit, he bit his lip and tried to assess- the damage, nothing too bad.. luckily- he would take a deep breath before his mobile suit would suddenly rock and be set off course; as he was nailed in the back with a rocket, and then another. He clicked his tongue and redirected himself to turn back to the Red Comet that he thought he could run away from "Alright, then.. guess I won't be able to help much" He looked at the small map on his Mobile suit's hud; he noticed one of his allies closing in on their targets and hailed them on comms "Hey lockon! I wont be able to back you up there for awhile" He said before reorienting himself and aiming right at his real opponent, he took a deep breath and pushed his mobile suit to the limit "Let's see you try this!" he said, going straight towards the Lieutenant and finally flicking on his saturn engine. The Blue Zaku quickly lived up to it's name, the Blue Comet would be seen picking up speed at a high rate, before he did a spin and started firing his vulcan guns right at him, quickly blasting backwards and circling his opponent while attacking with the guns, keeping careful watch over his engines temperature..
  21. "What a mess!" As Kyle attempted to reach the others, he thought about how poor the mission seemed to be going for Beta Team. Not only were the Rick Dias' putting up a very good fight, but it felt like Alpha Team had the upper hand with their high quality skills piloting a Gundam. "Wish I was on the AEUG's team..." He thought, but the diver understood that type of mentality was futile. He had to work with what he had in order to win. "The challenge will make me stronger, even if the situation's not in my favor." As he crept closer, Kyle contemplated why Beta's leader felt that Char's buddies were so important to take down. "Who cares if one of those NPD pilots bites the dust? Wait a minute... Could that be the event condition?" He knew this was based on the G Generation games and that Alpha Team had an established mission, but could Beta Team change the battle with one death? "Either them or Quattro needs to die for this fight to truly progress!" Kyle was now reinvigorated, knowing (or at least thinking he knew) how to turn the tide in the colony battle. "Who do I fight? Where do I Attack? What weapon would work the best? Obviously I'd rather not use my damaged rifle, but what if-" "FIGHT DUMMY! FIGHT DUMMY!" His companion Haro brought him out of his rambling train of thought. "Thanks, little buddy." The diver responded. "Wait. Did you call me dummy?!" The sphere spun around and flapped its "ears". "Apolly! Roberto!" It responded. "Look down!" The Lockon fan had finally managed to catch up with the AEUG forces. In fact, him not paying attention ended up putting him above the action. It'd be the perfect time to snipe, but risking his right arm wouldn't be for the best, especially before the event condition., As he surveyed the battle, he saw that it seemed as if everyone else had beat him to it. The diver with the GM III was no where to be seen while the other in the Zaku looked to be engaging the Red Comet. "All I wanted out of this mission was to fight one of my idols, but all of this chaos..." He thought to himself. The diver surprisingly holstered his pistols, bringing out the Sazabi's heat axe instead. "I'm a good shot, but this definitely won't miss!" Kyle pushed down on the controls and headed directly into the firefight. Thankfully, it looked as if the two Zeon veterans were distracted with one of the MKII's, along with all the other madness surrounding them. "Someone's dying earlier than expected!" He yelled as the sliced toward one of the AEUG machine's head. "Sorry Apolly! Or maybe Roberto?!" (It was Roberto.)
  22. The Saviour and the battered MKII floated through the whirlwind like a kite in a hurricane. Marco grimaced with each jerk and rock of the machine. As the winds picked up from the gaping hole, so did the speed in which the Saviour moved. Marco wanted to get out of the colony before any bigger pieces of debris could shove out first. His gamble paid off as the two damaged machines jetted out into the relative calm of space outside of the colony. The veteran let out a small sigh of relief but only tentatively. His eyes darted around as he scanned for enemies or friendly units. He caught a glimpse of the modified MKII one of his teammates was using but they faded away to re-engage inside the colony. Creed was torn on how to proceed; he could see the ship they arrived in and set course while wistfully looking back at the colony where seemingly everyone else was at. He was betting a lot on a condition that he wasn’t sure was valid anymore. Still the feeling that damn NPD had instilled in him, it was both concerning and exciting. He glanced down at the sparking stump of his savior and nodded in acknowledgment. Yes, an NPD had damaged and caused him to withdraw; that was a reality Marco Creed was going to have to accept. One notion stood out in his head from the exchange of blows; He was fired up. An eager grin crossed his lips as he proceeded with his course. Marco hadn’t been excited about GBN in some time but for a challenge to present itself like this. It almost reminded him of all the previous grandiose battles that the system had experienced some time ago. No more would he stand by idly taking reckless risks, he would go back to the drawing board and apply himself much more adeptly from here on out. Sight of the ship closing in caused him to wonder. Could he drop off the damaged MKII and perhaps double back to cause some havoc? Maybe help his teammates? He’d have to decide soon after he took the limp MKII to dock. For Marco he couldn’t get there soon enough. He quoted one of his favorite wing characters as he got closer, “I hope I’m not too late!” —— For Lieutenant Quattro the hour was getting late indeed. He hated feeling inadequate. Traditionally the Lieutenant was never one to complain, he was a soldier through and through and he performed. Yet, there was something about theses enemy Titans that irked him, made him realize that he wasn’t working with the best tools in the tool box. He flexed the controls of the Rick Diaz and gazed up at the growing swarm around his wing mates with their black Rick Diaz. His back sputtered from damage and he saw the blue Zaku dart away as if he wasn’t target enough for it. If he couldn’t save his comrades then who would? The irregulars the AEUG had conscripted? Lieutenant Quattro was shaking his head as the thoughts clouded his head and he hoisted his clay bazooka and started to take careful aim. Part of him wondered what he could do with a bigger cannon as he brought his reticule in line with his target. Once he had headshot a member of the Zabi family with a similar weapon, part of him like to fancy himself as a crack shot with Bazookas. As he locked in at the backpack of the Blue Zaku he fired a volley, emptying the weapon. One of the irregulars spoke up on the radio, “Listen up! The enemy team blew a hole in the colony so be careful. I'm sure it will have all sorts of effects on the terrain for a while.... and I wasnt able to take out the coward in the Dynames." Quattro’s eyes grew wide at that revelation, did he say that there was a hole in the colony? The lieutenant didn’t even see if his shot connected as he looked to verify the news, and indeed there was a hole in the ground on the opposite end of the colony. “Roberto! Apolly! Form up with me! We need to reassess the situation, the Titans are much better prepared than we anticipated!” Even as he gave the order he scowled at the cockpit displays. If the Titans were willing to go this far then who knows where they would stop the attritions. “Everyone we need to form up! The titans have proven that they are willing to escalate this to a new level.” Quattro chided to himself as he closed the comlink “we need to stop these monsters before they kill more innocent people…” —— Kamille was bloodied from his exchange with Jerid and was breathing heavily, even when the colossal hand came down between the two forming a giant wall. He felt a sense of relief wash over him with the steam from the mobile suit. The comfort was stolen as he only just then realized that the “woosh” of air was coming from a hole in the colony. Dread and fear washed over him at that point and all the teen could do was look up at the machine with plea in his eyes. He had little choice, so Kamille Bidan jumped into the wall like hand and began to climb into it hoping the colossal would scoop him up into safety. He banged his hand into the giant hand in a motion, asking for the mobile suit to start moving them away. He only hoped that Jerid would get squished or at the very least left behind. —— The two black Rick Diaz were formed up practically back to back as a wave of enemy attention came their way. They had been engaged with one of the MKII’s when they got notice of more enemies moving to engage them. Roberto And Apolly were equally annoyed at how skilled the enemy Gundam was proving to be. Oddly both ends of attacks had been somewhat timid up to this point. The Rick Diaz pilots were suspecting that they could shoot down the enemy if that had been their goal. The Lieutenant’s words cut into their deadly dance and the two obediently obeyed to retreat to their leader. As they put their backs to the MKII they fired parting shots from their rear cannons to help cover their retreat. As they duo moved away Apolly remarked, “holy smokes look at all these enemies forming up to take us on! When did we get so popular?” Roberto grumbled in response, “all the more reason to get to the Lieutenant! We can’t take them all on alone!” As they flew they saw a Blue Zaku coming their way along with several different shot arcs leading towards the lone enemy unit. The duo would have fired too if they weren’t busy avoiding the MKII from their rear.
  23. Struggling to hold on and stay on the betting table, Aida and his hapless machine launched a desperate attack against Apolly and Roberto in their black Rick Diases, putting all of his cards in the chance that disabling one of the enemy machines would prompt the entire Argama Team to leave and trigger the next stage of the fight. However, the circumstances seemed to keep conspiring against him. Elsewhere, Beta Team’s had taken a very big energy impact with full force. When it fell down to the floor, the extent of the damage became apparent. Its shield ended up lodged in the torso, just above where the cockpit should be, the forearm holding it disabled and severely burned, while the arm had been vaporized, along with the head of the unit. The rest of the Galbaldy was burned and some parts had been engulfed by flames, but surprisingly, it hadn’t been entirely destroyed. Game System had probably buffed that piece of walking scrap to oblivion so as to balance it against all of those custom machines. Still, it would not move again for the moment. "The Game System probably buffed that piece of walking scrap to oblivion, it wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise… Anyways, how the hell do you even… ?" While it was clear the NPD had misjudged the Savior, there being no other explanation for its foolish attempt to block such a potent attack, if NPDs had been known for something up until that point, it was for having extensive knowledge of the capabilities of their machines, or those of the enemy. Another feature to humanize the NPDs? "Tch, i prefered the bland but tried NPDs of old! Smart NPDs, my… anybody with a little common sense knows that if an attack requires a charge and a pose, you better clear out. A pose…" Aida’s furious train of thought lingered on the word for one second and took a downshift. "... that poor kid in the custom Barzam is just no fun. Is JANET hiring randoms to prod me again, or does he simply not know a life outside this place? Whatever the reason, he takes this too far." Turning the camera towards the black AEUG machines before they could surprise him with a shot to the cockpit, Aida tried to hit Apolly’s with one of his beam sabers, abandoning his now empty machine gun for the other glowing sword. But again, the action showed not a single sign of waning, nor did Aida’s bad luck cease. The Savior’s rays hit the colony walls with full force, and a massive hole appeared on them. What followed was an equally vast whirlpool, which mercilessly took him away from Apolly and Roberto before they could shoot him with their beam pistols, but which left him at the mercy of the winds, being that his thrusters were shot. Airbatel promptly crashed down onto the floor a pair of times, completely deprived of control, smashing the Mobile Suit’s head in and bending the left leg forwards, thus breaking it. Finally, the blue GM III crashed into one of the factories responsible for the creation of the black Gundams, and shut down on the spot, laying among the rubble. "NO, NO, NO! Airbatel, wake up! The team is counting on us, so turn on and fight… !" No matter how furiously Aida mashed the controls, how dramatic he made his pleas, the machine, or rather something inside it didn’t have the strength to get up, so it stayed inside the factory, where the pull of space couldn’t lift it up and throw it outside the colony. For better or for worse, he was stuck in that factory while air escaped through the . The electronics inside the cockpit still worked, however, and the secondary cameras gave him a somewhat clear view of what was inside the building: dark blue, unfinished Mobile Suits with a clear resemblance to the Gundam MkIIs lied down on the floor, lacking legs and pieces of their armor. They were most clearly members of the RX family, with certain discrepancies… for example, the very odd addition of a single circular sensor rather than the dual ‘eye’ sensors normally sported by Gundams. Intrigued, Aida briefly respited his diagnosis of the Mobile Suit, and stared into the monoeye sensor of a dark blue head, suspended over a headless body. A weirdly astonishing sight to see…
  24. For a while, Risu’s hand hovered over the button labeled ‘quit’, staring at the glowing blue shape and the almost alien English text written across it. As far as she knew, she’d already failed. There was no point continuing like this. They were going to lose, and it was all her fault. However, as her hand lowered towards the button to press it, she would look up. The face of a young man met hers but only briefly. His eyes betrayed his stoic face, belonging more to a boy who was time and time again scorned by others, forced to carry the weight of expectation: a burden he simply could not bear. How could a game portray such emotion? She knew those eyes well, and even just that fleeting moment of contact between them, however wordless, was enough. She stirred in her seat upturned, moving her hand away from the button as it disappeared and instead grabbing the pair of control sticks at either side. Finally, Higanbana would move, sitting up slowly as steam billowed from the vents on its narrow chest doubtlessly attracting the attention of anyone who was watching. Its pilot stared at the scene unfolding before her, as the two men traded blows. It was the boy again, with those pain-filled eyes. Risu may not have known who he was, or even what was happening, but something inside whispered to her: help him. The crimson machine lurched forward, reaching out towards the pair as they fought, holding its hand out flat in an effort to separate them like a wall. She had to help him, and she didn't know why. Risu was shaking the entire time, overcome with a feeling of relief that she had not felt in a long time.
  25. (OOC, Fa and Kamille are played by Roromi. We RPed this out together before posting it.) “There's a time and a place for duels, and team missions aren't it!” Hikaru exclaimed as the enemy GM III variant attempted to use its machine gun to keep the Beta Gundam at bay. The caliber increase of the weapon did make Hikaru play a bit defensively due to his lack of shield, but Gundarium Gamma armor was likely to have little issue with the rounds as long as they didn't hit something like an optic or vernier. No, what kept Hikaru at bay long enough for Aida to escape his sight were the explosions making nearby holes in the colony wall. This had the effect of causing his machine to be pulled away by the suction, at least until he employed his thrusters. “Seriously?” Hikaru groaned out as he fought to avoid being sucked out into space. Of course, there was something that gave him pause. Zooming in on something which caught his eye due to the contrasting yellow and red, he noted Fa Yuiry of all people. She'd briefly slid along the ground before being sucked up and drawn into the air toward the holes in the colony wall. Alarms triggering in Hikaru's mind as he failed briefly to distinguish between human and NPD, the pilot activated his thrusters and worked to try and guide the Beta Gundam to intercept her in time... At first, Fa slid along the ground but as the winds picked up so did her body. Fa twirled in the air like a ballerina, wind and debris whipping along her body. It was that sense of weightlessness that caused her to gasp awake suddenly. The girl shrieked out in terror as the colony ground shrunk away from her. Her world twirled in a blur as she helplessly flailed her arms and legs out to grasp at anything. Her surprise was complete when she felt her hands grasp onto the cold metallic hand of a mobile suit. This did little to halt her terror as she had no idea what kind of mech had saved her. Catching her in his machine's left hand in a move that invoked mental imagery from Gundam Unicorn's final OVA, he noted the terrified young woman's face. This was supposed to be a non-living entity? It was understandable horror on her face though. If Fa looked behind the Gundam, she'd clearly see the hole in the colony as well as open space and the stars beyond... Hikaru opened the cockpit of his machine, the Beta Gundam looking much like the famous Gundam from the One Year War, and drew the Mobile Suit's hand close to its torso. The boy reached out to Fa with his hand, to pull her into the cockpit. "Hurry! Get inside!" Fa looked around in terror, at first not comprehending what the strange pilot was telling her to do. “Kamille!” She shrieked out, “where’s Kamille?!” It took a moment as common sense soon caught up with her and she jumped into the cockpit finding it preferable than the unpredictability of a mobile suit hand. As she entered the cockpit she trembled with fear as she witness her world literally fall apart around her from the destruction. “Have you seen Kamille Bidan? He’s a boy... a teenager like me...” she began to form her request unsteadily. The fellow adolescent pulled her back firmly and closed the cockpit door behind her, flopping back into the linear seat with the girl on top of him rather than immediately answering. The reason for this became clear as they passed the colony wall with less than two seconds to spare. Fa saw open space all around her through the panoramic monitor, her mind likely believing that she had been that close to death if Hikaru had to guess. He had since forgotten about her artificial nature. Her voice choked back in throat as they entered into space reminding her once again of how fragile her home was. Tears welled in her eyes from the realization that her friend if not her family were dead or soon would be. Shock settled in for her as she trembled in rage and fear. “How... how could you do this?” Was all she could mutter under he breath. Her eyes still glued to the damage outside. Hikaru was quiet for a moment before responding. "I'm sorry...this wasn't what I expected either. This wasn't the plan." He had honest regret, the immersion immense and her grief convincing him. He pressed a sequence of buttons on a console, causing a a pair of jump seats to unfold to the rear and sides of his linear seat in response. "Have a seat and buckle up. Kamille Bidan was last seen fleeing Titans custody. I've already asked my allies to keep an eye open for him. Hopefully one of them can assist. I apologize in advance for re-entering combat after this..." Fa reluctantly sat down and looked around in a panic at the screen. She glared at the pilot and his rather cold responses. Then the weight of his words hit her. Go back into combat? Kamille was fleeing? She wanted to yell at the pilot right there and then but the thought of finding Kamille made her bit her lip. “If it means finding Kamille safely.... well ... please help me find him... I beg you.” Hearing the plea, he nodded lightly. Hikaru ignited the thrusters, pushing the Beta Gundam back into the colony. He knew his words sounded lame. How does someone justify causing such suffering just to play a game? He couldn't. Could he even keep playing if things were this real? "This machine is geared for general combat and capture rather than the sheer damage of whatever did this...hold the phone." Hikaru's screen zoomed in on the red Woundwart...it still hadn't moved? Moreover, a familiar young man was visible on the screen. As Kamille raised his fist up for another swing at the pompous jerk Jerid a loud explosion caused both of them to pause and regard the noise. Kamille’s eyes grew wide as the air around them picked up into a violent steady gust leading towards a hole in the colony. Kamille clenched his teeth to regard Jerid again, not eager to let up the fight just yet. “This is Hikaru to Risu! Please snap out of it! Hurry up and save Kamille! He's the guy with blue hair fighting the enemy in the black pilot suit! He's right there with your machine! Please get him in your cockpit and get back into action! Tell him that Miss Yuiry is worried about him if you have to, just get him inside!” Hikaru looked around him, taking in the battlefield as he spoke. He noted the movement of the blue Zaku toward the Rick Dias/Gundam Mk-II stalemate, and his eyes narrowed. “Not on my watch!” Hikaru extended the Beta Gundam's damaged shield as far as he could, and then used his Beam Rifle's jitte to slash the bottom off of it off. The remains of the bottom and its sliding armature were ejected, leaving the intact top of the shield with its vulcans and ammo storage racks in place on his arm's hardpoint. His machine moving in a hurry, it passed a wrecked GM II and picked up its intact shield in the Gundam's hand, re-entering the battle. Claiming a shield from a fallen enemy wasn't something early versions of the game allowed, but it seemed likely to work given how the game seemed to treat debris... “I'll have to try and trust my ally with your friend for the moment, Miss Yuiry. Keep watching that window and let me know right away if I have to withdraw to grab him.” With these words, he fired his beam rifle at the Zaku Forerunner, leading the shot to try and strike the machine as it rushed to intercept...
  26. I wanna make the MKII in its stock glory but I’m gonna add a little twist with some decals if I can. I’m looking to kit bash some wing suits down the road, friend of mine left me a bunch of his wing Gunpla and I have no other use for them. As for the airlines can’t say that I did get the idea from that lol. Just a funny coincidence. I suspect it’ll make a huge difference when I paint the eyes red. More will come soon enough!
  27. "Tsk!" Carter clicked his tongue, even after getting the drop on him- The red comet was able to get a shot at the Blue Lightning. "You'll have to do better than that though!" he said, re-orienting himself to face his rival once more, he checked his mobile suit and saw the damage, the beams that the Rick Dias fired found purchase around the legs of the Zaku, though.. his mobility wont hurt much at least. He activated his thrusters, preparing to launch at the Lieutenant at fast speeds, he still had one weapon up his sleeve.. Literally, he aimed his arm forward, and the triple barreled vulcan guns he had installed came to the surface. He started firing at the tumbling Rick Dias while boosting hard towards him, he was preparing to do a quick barrel roll to avoid a head on collision, and.. "Beta Two! Beta Three! I want you to disengage that maniac and the Red Comet! We are ganging up on the black Rick Diases! Hurry! We haven't much time..." "What?!-" Carter asked, suddenly veering off course and facing down the Red Comet.. He sighed deeply and shook his head, opening up Communications with him "Next time" He said to him before turning and then going at top speed.. He was searching for the marked enemies.
  28. Infinitely cool. The airbrushing is flawless on that Mobility Shroud, especially for the silver Shroud part and the actual torso. And a blade in an arm is always a plus in my book, not to mention two of them for symmetry. The stock MkII will be beautiful in their own right, especially with a glossy finish to go with Zeta's aesthetics, but don't forget kitbashes! Gunpla is Freedom! Side note: did you take inspiration from the All Nippon Airlines RX-78-2? It has a fairly similar color scheme to that Duel.
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