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  1. 3 points
    So. It has come to this. Many of you asked that i make this thing, and just because it seems increasingly out of place to not have somewhere to classify all this artwork, i'm finally doing the thing. It's going to be tiring to upload these from my phone, but it'll happen, so don't worry if all you see at the beginning are the names of the things i've done. Eventually, pictures and descriptions will join them. I changed my mind about which Mobile Suits i post and which not. The new criteria will be known only to me. The initial post will be accompanied by the Zeta Destiny roster. Let's hope i don't have to make a second part of it. It would mean chaos. --- Mobile Suit Gundam: Zeta Destiny Anti Earth Union Group/Karaba Ships & Mobile Suits Cargo Ship (Vagabond) An old and rusty freighter that secretly served as the AEUG's placeholder flagship at the beginning of the First Neo Zeon War, to suffice for the lack of available Argama-class and Irish-class spaceships at the time, holding a team of five mobile suits on its very cramped cargo bay. Its origins are unknown, and its brethren all have no designation or model number, but they were most likely manufactured by shipyards on the Moon or space colonies for use in space, lacking many features considered essential for atmospheric escape and re-entry. RMS-099 Rick Dias (Libot Team Custom) A Rick Dias used by the AEUG's Libot Team, seemingly lacking any upgrades from the base model. Initially painted in the later red standard colors, it would later get yellow accents on the sides and head. Three units existed in this configuration, all three used during the First Neo Zeon War by veteran pilot Ada Weiss and her two wingmen, Dapper and Hans. RMS-179D GM II Cold Climate Type A GM II improved upon by the Earth Federation's engineers to better adapt to harsh arctic climates, with a small increase in performance due to upgrades on the materials used to avoid icing and minor software updates on rollout compared to the base GM II, making its systems less prone to crash after heavy damage to the circuits. Created during the Gryps Conflict and considered outdated by the start of the First Neo Zeon War, one such unit that had been captured by the AEUG during the previous war, long after the Federation's discontinuement of this Mobile Suit, would nonetheless become Benjamin Alan Grimsdottir's personal unit after his swift rise through the AEUG's chain of command, due to the ensuing resource shortage. MSA-003T Trainer Nemo A Nemo fitted by Anaheim Electronics for training purposes, with various safety locks to allow the Suit to be remotely disabled by a supervisor if trainees fail to comply with orders during training exercises. It can also be switched to the default operating mode of normal Nemos, which proved useful when the AEUG was in dire need of spare Mobile Suits at the start of the First Neo Zeon War, having their mechanics switch these units to default operation and using them like regular Mobile Suits. It was most famously piloted during said war by ex-Titans commander and ace pilot Ryder Sarka, armed with a beam sniper rifle, with his wingman Nicholas Lavie piloting another unit that would instead use the standard beam rifle. RMS-179 GM II (AEUG) A regular GM II in service with the AEUG, it has very likely been stolen during the Gryps Conflict from Earth Federation Space Force facilities, before being painted on a white/green livery to tell it apart from its Federation-serving brethren. As of the First Neo Zeon War, it had become obsolete because of the presence of much more advanced Mobile Suits in the battlefield, but resource shortages managed to force a few of these back into service, both in the AEUG and the Federation, sometimes being assigned to mercenaries that could temporarily fill the void left in the Mobile Suit pilot rosters by the Gryps Conflict's massive death toll, with more advanced grunt suits being reserved to the use of actual members of the standing force. Axis Zeon Mobile Suits RMS-119 EWAC Zack (Axis Zeon) An EWAC Zack in service with the forces of Axis Zeon, it has been ''requisitioned'' from the Earth Federation in a similar manner to the GM IIs in service with the AEUG. While boasting no further upgrades from the base EWAC Zack, it has been painted by Axis Zeon's mechanics in a green hue, in an attempt to return the Federation-manufactured Mobile Suit to its roots with a respectful homage to the Principality of Zeon's iconic MS-06 Zaku II. AMX-003 Gaza-C (Artemis MacGriever Custom) A Gaza-C painted in a jet-black with lime green color scheme by its pilot, complete with matching optics, it would be the first Mobile Suit of Axis Zeon pilot Artemis MacGriever during the First Neo Zeon War. While the black paint is certainly stealthier than that of regular Gaza-Cs and their hot pink bodywork, the green accents and cables still turn a lot of heads when it is actually spotted. Earth Federation Forces Mobile Suits RMS-119 EWAC Zack (Earth Federation) An EWAC Zack in service with the Earth Federation Forces and the Earth Federation Space Force, painted by default on a white and black color scheme reminiscent of old Airborn WArning & Control System airplanes used prior to the invention of Mobile Suits, which can still be found at air and space museums. This default paintwork was introduced by the Federation shortly after the Titans disobeyed the Federation's orders to disband, to differentiate the EFF's EWAC Zacks from Titans-operated units. This policy would later be applied to lots of Mobile Suits that were commonly associated with the Titans but were not to be scrapped, in an attempt to rebuild the general public's trust in the Federation. Titans Remnants Mobile Suits RMS-108 Marasai (Titans Remnants) A Marasai operated by organized remnants of the once all-mighty Titans. It has been painted in the colors of its new faction, which frequently use it to revolt against the Earth Federation for its ''betrayal'' of them, among other nefarious means, such as hijacking unsuspecting space freighters for their supplies. Other Mobile Suits Pending Rejects Currently none!
  2. 3 points
    The slight G-force pushing Hiro into his seat was strangely settling as the Firefly lifted off from the port. It was good to leave Von Braun behind. He had a nagging feeling that something would happen the longer they stayed in the lunar base. His crew had gone off to catch some rest in their bunkers. Hiro chose to remain behind to get to know the two AEUG pilots. Ryder and Nicky. They had introduced themselves and joined him for some drinks. It was good to know those who would be covering your back for you in the field. Hiro took a sip of his flat white and ran a finger down his scar out of habit. "The Draconis Fury has its reputation in the mercenary scene. We rivalled the Galleon Combine back in the days, but unfortunately, times have been hard with the wars taking so many good soldiers. While I won't call them our allies, the Combine had good relations with us. Old Galleon and the previous Fury leader go way back. Brother-in-arms before they started their mercenary businesses. Enough of us. Tell me more about yourselves."
  3. 3 points
    “You must be Hiro.” Captain Benjamin Grimsdottir said after a brief introduction. The AEUG Captain was a tall and imposing figure. Draconis Fury stood up almost in unison and snapped sharply in salute. Certain mercenaries gave their profession a bad name with their lack of care for decorum and discipline. They often used their freelance status as an excuse to misbehave. The Galleon Combine thought otherwise. They were an armed force for hire, but they were still an armed force. Discipline was not just expected, but demanded of the Galleon mercenaries. That was one of the factors that convinced Hiro Kusanagi to submit the Fury to the Combine’s authority. “Captain Grimsdottir. Hiro Kusanagi reporting for duty. These are the finest of Draconis Fury. Kamea Thrace, MS pilot. Grace Valerii, mechanic. Ronald Boone, tactician and comms. I believe you know that already.” As standard protocol, the Combine provided detailed profiles of each mercenary for the employers. Each of his team member were as outstanding as the other in their own area of expertise. Hiro nodded in acknowledgement at the AEUG soldiers who fell in behind Grimsdottir. "Our packs and gear have all been loaded, so I guess we are pretty much settled. When will we depart?"
  4. 3 points
    After the Gaza-C was flung into the star filled abyss of space Artemis accidentally dragged her hand over her controls, flicking off her communication channels. She cleared the cockpit screens of numbers, indicators and gauges and took in the carpet of twinkling lights with a deep pent up sigh that came from deep inside of her. Tears began to blur her vision as she drifts soundlessly through the void. For once her thoughts were her own. But her moment of silent reflection was never meant to last. A red flash brings the screen back to life as a circular target is drawn around a distant dot of moving light followed by a line of text branching off of the red circle; MS-06? Zaku II. The girl stared at it with a mixture of anger and resentment before bringing her screens back to life. The screens brought a surprise back with them, another target drawn over another rapidly moving dot. This one was only given a BOGIE label. "I thought the One Year War was over," Artemis croaked out, her voice cracking as she lifted her helmet to dry her eyes, "You interrupted me time. You're dead. Both of you." The girl smashed the communication button with her fist, opening up a channel with the Repentance. "CPO MacGriever outside the Repentance. Two unidentified mobile suits are approaching." The voice that came back to her questioned not about the mobile suits but about her voice, it sounded hollow and dry. She was then quickly told to wait and not to engage with the suits, "Sorry Repentance, couldn't catch that. Com's probably still fucked." Artemis switched the com back off with a heavy hand as she aimed her Knuckle Buster at the bogie. The pair of green lenses on her Gaza were both focused on the rapidly moving dot. At such an extreme range any shot from the Gaza would be a crapshoot and might as well be a warning shot, or at least was Artemis's justification to firing at the distant bogie.
  5. 3 points
    The frame of the Gelgoog juddered almost violently around him, the antique metal cocooning the machine’s retrofitted panoramic cockpit creaking and groaning under the stress of high-G maneuvers. Perhaps it was a poor decision, redesigning such an old machine up to the standards of contemporary mobile suit technology: in just eight short years, the fundamental nature of mobile suit warfare had changed, making large, heavy machines like this almost obsolete. Briefly, addled by the inertial stress of a rapid deceleration, followed by a rapid pivot, Teo Nygaard considered the viability of his father’s decision to build the Gelgoog Stutzer. On paper, it was perfect, matching the performance of many of its contemporaries, but in practice, Teo noted that without the agility afforded by a movable frame, the myriad thrusters on the Gelgoog Stutzer made it far more difficult to use. Teo grit his teeth as he repeated the maneuver, despite the loud beeping of a high-G warning on his monitor. The blood rushed to his head as he inverted the Gelgoog Stutzer in space before slowing the machine to a relative halt. He took several deep breaths, squeezing his fingers vise-tight against the twin control sticks on either side of his body to redistribute the blood back throughout his body. “Maneuvering tests complete…” he panted, speaking through a short-range comms channel. “I’m coming back to refuel.” Nearby, a civilian cargo craft was nestled between pieces of space debris. It bore the insignia of the Nygaard Concern, and presumably so did the heavily modified mobile suit it was observing. On the other side of the channel, Teo would hear a gruff, pompous voice. “No, Teo. We’ve received orders from the Neo Zeon military: you’re to rendezvous with one of their vessels nearby, the Repentance. We’ve sent you its coordinates, and a laser message ahead of you. They’ll know you’re coming. It’s time to shine.” Teo sucked out the last few sips of beverage base from the packet, nearly cringing at the overly tangy flavour. He’d been drifting through space for a bit more than half an hour, by now, and he was starting to get bored. The marker labeled ‘RENDEZVOUS’ ahead of him slowly ticked down: ninety kilometers, eighty-five, eighty, seventy-five. By now, he reasoned he was close enough to try and get long-range communications with the vessel “Repentance, this is Ensign Teo Nygaard, I’ve been told to rendezvous with you, coming in on vector 0-6-0. How copy?” Soon, however, he would watch as a second IFF marker emerged from inside of the Repentance, labeled 'GAZA-C'. "Oh, great..."
  6. 3 points
    Grim half sprinted, half hopped towards the ship in the port. With the moon’s gravity it was hard to make haste on foot, yet the Captain almost make it seem easy. Ben did manage to steal a glance back at the two pilots he seemingly recruited on the way through the spaceport. “On the double Ryder! Lavie!” He hardly paused to acknowledge their responses, satisfied with them merely following along. All morning Grim dealt with the remaining leaders of the AEUG; to say that the other officers were feeling stressed would be an understatement. Grim knew that this was the time for action.There were reports of Zeon movement heading their way and the AEUG couldn’t afford to be caught on the moon like it was at the moment. As the trio boarded the ship Grim glanced back over his shoulder to make sure his two pilots were still with him. When they caught up to him he did pause to regard them both this time. “Listen I know you both have questions about why I recruited you two for this mission but I don’t have time to explain at the moment.” Grim’s gaze lingered on Nick, “What I do need from you guys is to at least act like competent pilots when we meet our contacts inside.” He glanced at Ryder. “It’s time to show the Zekes what we can do gentlemen. I’ll explain more after we leave port, just stick by my side in here.” Grim gave a stern nod to his two new subordinates and quickly led them on board. The Captain drifted his way through some of the corridors, seemingly much more at ease just being onboard the ship. He looked around to get his bearings and stopped again by a certain passage when he heard the commotion down the corridor. He went towards the discussion being held at a table, his face lit up at the revelation of who was sitting at the table. “Ah excuse me but you must be our hired security!” He offered a wry smile as he approached the four mercenaries. “Allow me to introduce myself! I’m Captain Benjamin Grimsdottir and these are my two pilots who will be accompanying us.” Grim waved a hand to refer to Ryder and Nick. His attention shifted to to the man wedged between two women and a wry smile crossed his face. “You just be Hiro?” He offered his hand to the mercenary. His stern expression showed that he wasn’t in the same jovial mood as the mercs were a few minutes ago.
  7. 3 points
    Aye, I'm Acidic. My friends know me as 'that weird girl who has a gundam in her purse' cause I always carry around a Burning Gundam MG with me. I got into Gundam and mecha in general with G-Fighter, it had been my favorite series until IBO came out. I've only built a small amount of gunpla (Three HGs; Char's MS-06S Zaku II, RX-78-2 Gundam, a Guard Frame and my Burning Gundam. And a Haro). I'm primarily a writer, words are my strong point and I'm in school specifically to hone that skill. My vocabulary is my strongest trait, I've been told, and when engrossed in my work I craft such beautiful sorrows. Also I'm that kind of trash to put a selfie in an intro thread.
  8. 2 points
    The black screen blinked to life and begun an insistent beep. Alyssa Arano looked up from the book she had buried her head in for the past few hours. She left orders not to be disturbed. Reading to orchestral music provided a brief respite that the piercing ringtone shattered. Alyssa briefly contemplated if she should allow the incoming call to interrupt her rest. Recent events were exhausting. The loss of her leader and childhood companion affected not just her work but also shook her personally. The Zeon leadership was quick to shove her into the vacuum created by the death of Haman Karn. Alyssa had been groomed for this all her life, yet she never felt ready, not even now. Yet she had to be strong for Neo Zeon to succeed in reclaiming their birthright. They prepared for this for years. The hardships suffered by her people would soon be over once they moved back to Side 3. The incessant beep broke through her thoughts. Alyssa sighed and closed the book in front of her. She brushed her hair out of her face and checked her appearance vaguely through the reflection of the console screen. Satisfied, she pressed the answer button. The face of her assistant appeared on the screen. He did not appear pleased to be tasked with relaying the message to her, she knew at first glance. Alyssa knew Lieutenant Alexander Mori well enough to sense his discomfort even through the screen. She wondered what bothered him so much, he usually kept a better composure. Alex saluted at the sight of the Zeon Regent. “M’Lady, we have reports that a salvage team scoured the wreckage zone before our recovery team arrived. I’m ashamed—“ “It happens.” Alex did not have to mention Haman’s name. He understood her pain, and she thanked him silently for that. “I trust you’ve dispatched a team to track down the salvagers.” “Yes, M’Lady. Reports indicate that they are heading for the Moon.” Alyssa expected no less from her assistant. “I will look into this myself, Alex.” “But, M’Lady—“ Alyssa cut off his protest with a raised hand. He knew she would take over the search personally. That explained his reluctance to make the call. It meant he understood her reasons too, as much as he disliked it. “You know I have to do this, Alex. The fleet will continue on course as planned. The delegation must reach Side 3. Patch the Vice Admiral through.” “Yes, M’Lady.” There was a brief pause before Vice Admiral Darius Solomon appeared on the screen in a second video link beside Alexander. The Lieutenant saluted his superior while the Vice Admiral saluted the Regent. “Good evening, Lady Alyssa.” “Vice Admiral,” Alyssa nodded in acknowledgement. “Alex, please.” Her assistant proceeded to fill Solomon in on the intelligence report. The middle-aged veteran listened quietly. When Alexander finished, Solomon finally spoke, “Do you wish to take matters into your own hands, Lady Alyssa?” “I leave the Doyenne in your command, Darius. I will leave at once on the Repentance. If all goes well, we will rendezvous with the fleet at Side 3.” “I’m against this, Alyssa. I should have been firm with Lady Haman and stopped her from going out into combat against enemy ace pilots. With all due respect, it’s too soon to let the new Regent to be off chasing after a rabbit trail.” Solomon was a father-like figure for both Haman and Alyssa. He was a close and old friend of Maharaja Karn, Haman’s father and Alyssa’s guardian. Alyssa pursed her lip in annoyance. She expected resistance and understood their reasons, but she was going regardless of their opinions and feelings. They stopped her from joining the recovery team and the search parties after the battle. There was no stopping her this time. “The Repentance can handle whatever surprises we encounter. I’ll also be bringing the Black Tri Stars along as escorts. Don’t worry, Darius. You can help me by bringing the delegates to Side 3 and protect Princess Mineva.” Solomon sighed and said, “You and Haman are too alike. There is not stopping you once your mind is made up. There’s so much of Maharaja in the two of you. I promised him I would take care of you both. I have failed him once and I don’t want to fail him again.” “I’m not going up against enemy ace pilots in a battle. We are intercepting a group of civilian salvagers. We will outgun them.” Alyssa noticed Solomon’s expression softening slightly. She recognised that look since young when he finally gave in to their pestering him for candy. “Besides, Haman would have done the same for me if our roles were reversed.”
  9. 2 points
    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.
  10. 2 points
    Four Gaza-C's jetted toward them, firing at the hull of the ship. "Shit!" Ryder yelled out as a beam slid across the Firefly. He had positioned his Nemo on top of the hull, laying the AEUG suit down. "Captain!" He said through the comms. "I've got four Gaza-C's in their mobile armor mode!" Ryder had never fought one of the Neo Zeon suits outside of simulations, especially not their transformed mode. He grunted as he positioned the rifle at the one on the right side of the group. "Once I hit one of them, they'll all scatter. You'll have to be quick to fire back at them!" Ryder looked through the scope of the rifle, attempting to aim the reticle right down the middle of the enemy machine's eye. Luckily, this could completely destroy the suit, since its cockpit was positioned behind it. Numbers flashed all across his screen. Distance, movement, and speed were all big parts of a sniper, but Ryder's trained years for this. The pilot aimed, exhaled, and fired. The large beam sped toward one of the Gaza-C's, missing the eye, but hitting its beam gun almost directly. The Mobile Suit ignited, going out in a blaze of fire. "Damn, that was a little too far up. I can do better." He thought. As expected, the other three scattered, making it much harder for him to hit another. The magazine fell out, with Ryder trying to reload as fast as possible. "It'll take a while for me to reload!" He yelled. "You need to..." Suddenly, the three Zeeks began firing all at once as they flew closer to the vessel! "Dammit! Ensign! Hiro! Where are you?!"
  11. 2 points
    It was an uneasy feeling “dropping” out of the Firefly. Never in all his piloting experience did he have to deploy in such a bizarre fashion. Grim hardly had the time to admire the precarious circumstances as he quickly got his bearings and used his thrusters to get distance from the ship. They had six mobile suits in total, with two of them having to be strapped to the outside of the ship. Grim took up a firing position in front of the port side of the Firefly, resisting the urge to use the ship as cover itself. He steadied his breath to look out at the stars and ready his shield and beam rifle. He tried to maintain a covering position so the rest of the mobile suits could safely deploy. He checked his com unit and hailed Ryder, Grim figured that the Titan had to have deployed nearly as quickly as he had. “How’s it looking Lieutenant? Do you have eyes on the enemy yet?” Grim knew from experience that if the sniper didn’t already see the enemy that they all would soon enough. Grim kept his eyes peeled on the panoramic screen looking for movement or flashes of light. Before he could hear Ryder’s response a flash of light flickered towards the Firefly, a beam glancing a hit across the hull. Grim cursed and sent a volley back near the origin of the beam. Now he could barely make out the specs of enemy mobile suits on the monitor in front of him and he knew it was about to get serious. Grim keyed the general com line, “all mobile suits protect the Firefly at all costs!” He realigned his rifle at the source of the first shot and fired again, this time trying to lead in front of where the Zeek was heading towards. The Gaza wasn’t going to make it easy as it simply avoided his distant shooting. If the could deploy all of their mobile suits then they could boast numbers, something which might make the zeeks second guess this skirmish. This would be test as well to see how much Grim could trust Ryder and all the other pilots on board as well.
  12. 2 points
    Grim sat in the Captain’s chair nervously. The cargo they had to transport to the Rose was seemingly too important to be transporting on a near piece of junk, but the AEUG had been dealt a severe blow from the battle at Gryps. So many leaders, so many resources plundered, “and for what?” Grim muttered to himself. Neo Zeon was setting up shop like the one year war hadn’t even happened and the Federation was still in its fitful slumber. It was up to him and the AEUG to stop this madness. “To avoid another Winter…” he mused as he stared thoughtfully out at the stars. He smirked as he recalled a long dormant memory before shaking the notion out of his head. The intercom buzzed and the comms officer got on the PA system. Grim eyed the back of the Alistar’s head as he gave a long winded introduction and even cringed as the man mentioned Grim’s status. As Alistar finished up he looked around seemingly pleased with himself and Grim chimed in almost bitterly, “thank you Alister, for the announcement.” Seemingly oblivious Alister flashed a toothy grin and responded, “Any time boss!” Grim did his best to stop himself from sighing out loud. He was used to the rigid discipline that the Federation demanded, not this loose consortium of soldiers working together. At times he was amazed that he was somehow in charge of it all now. Grim cleared his throat, “make all haste to La Vie En Rose!” He stood up and added, “I’ll be on our ‘so called hangar’… contact me at once if there is anything unusual.” He couldn’t explain why he felt the need to goto the mobile suits. Maybe it was because he was feeling uneasy about their deployment from Von Braun. As he entered the makeshift hangar he looked around at the suits and found the bleached hull of his GM, the paint seemingly worn off from extending use. As he hovered towards it he took note of the Nemo assigned to Ryder and could tell someone was inside it. Probably the sniper getting some training in, Grim mused. As a rule he didn’t exactly agree with the Titans, he didn’t disapprove of their original intentions either; ultimately they simply lost sight of their original purpose. Spies on the other hand unnerved him, even if they were friendly. This Ryder fellow seemed like a necessary evil however and what better way to keep an eye on him than right under Grim’s own nose. The pilot in Grim felt the urge to fly out in the trusty GM, inside the suit of armor he could fight giants, he could change the world. He loathed and craved the responsibility of being a leader, he needed to feel in control of his situation; and right now he simply didn’t. “Captain!” Grim furrowed his brow to glare up at the speakers near the ceiling, Alistar’s voice blared from the tiny speakers, “Captain if you can hear me? We got Zeeks coming from port side!” Cursing the Captain jumped into the cockpit of his mobile suit and keyed on the radio to the bridge, “get everyone in their battle stations now! I’ll head out in the GM!” Grim hastily began the process of getting his suit ready to launch while barking into the radio, “how many are you seeing Actual?” As Grim fought to get a space suit on he could hear Alistar say something about 4 contacts. He finally got his suit on and settled down in his seat, pulling the straps across his body, “repeat again, how many tangos?” There was a pause and Alistar’s voice came in clearly now, “4 I repeat 4 identical zeon units, Looks like Gaza-C class.” Grim’s blood turned cold at the revelation and he could feel the adrenaline of pre-battle begin to flow in his veins, he fought the excitement to remain in control. “Get our suits deployed.” He responded as calmly as he could muster. He worked the controls to poise the GM for the deployment, or rather, the dumping from the Firedfly that would get him into the fight. Let’s see how our boys do, he mused silently. (OOC: this was longer than I intended lol.)
  13. 2 points
    The aroma of the coffee made him feel more energised even before he started drinking it. Hiro made a mental note to give his regards to the cooks the next time. It was one of the better cups he had in a while. Too bad I have to cover that fragrance with the milk. Damned stomach. He loved to drink his coffee black but some brews were a little too strong for his guts. Hiro used to down several cups of the black stuff at a time. Maybe that caused his stomach to be so touch at this age. Whatever his guts disliked, he stayed away from. Just like this ex-Titans guy who sat opposite him. Ryder Sarka. It surprised Hiro to see a Titans serving with the AEUG. All Titans members had been arrested, trailed, and imprisoned. He wondered how Ryder managed to wriggle his way out of jail time. Even his self-proclaimed sniping abilities would be far from a redeeming factor for the AEUG authority to add him to their ranks. They were desperately shorthanded, but not that desperate or shorthanded. Or were they? It did not matter to Hiro or his crew, but he never liked to be taken by surprise. The brief bristling exchange between the AEUG pilots came as no surprise, however. Hiro expected Ryder to be detested by the AEUG soldiers. It would take him quite a while to earn their trust and acceptance, though his behaviour indicated he could not care less. He might even be enjoying the thinly-veiled contempt from his comrades. Nick's voice broke into this thoughts. "I'm not sure I would trust an ex-Titan pointing sniping at my direction in the battlefield either... Nick, was it? Yes, Nick." Hiro had gone through their files. He had seen better pilots and more experienced soldiers in his time, but the pilots assigned to the Firefly would do fine in the mission. As long as nothing went wrong. The nagging feeling was starting to irritate him. He appreciated his gut feelings. They saved his hide more times than he would have preferred. They kept him alive nevertheless. It was hard to ignore it, yet there was naught he could do about it. He turned his attention back to the AEUG pilot before him. "Tell me about yourself, Nick."
  14. 2 points
    "Damn, this kid's got guts." He thought as he finished his drink. Ryder expected a little less from the Ensign, but what he got was perfect. Nick had the guts, but would he have them in a real battle? He turned his head toward Nick "Hmph. You know something, Ensign?" Ryder asked. "No Zeek has or ever will even get close to me, so I guess I don't really have a need for you, do I?" Ryder got out of his seat. "I do wish I knew what you're like in battle. The only thing it seems you're good at is being a smart mouth toward your superior. I hope your trash talk is as good as your piloting skills, Lavie." Ryder floated to the door. "I'll be taking my leave now, Hiro. I'd like to see our mobile suits." Ryder felt weightless as he headed toward the large hangar, noticing the Trainer Nemo's and the GM II's, one of which was almost completely white. "That's gotta be Grim's or Hiro's." He thought. Thankfully, in the corner of his eye, he saw his sniper-type beam rifle being held to the ground with straps, along with some other basic beam rifles. "Good." Ryder used his legs to push himself toward one of the Nemo's. The mechanic of the ship was working on another mobile suit as they saw Ryder opening the cockpit. "Hey! I'm working on these right now." They yelled out. Ryder thought they would be in their bunk by now. Ryder briefly glanced at them. "Don't care." He floated inside the cockpit. It was an upgrade to his old GM Sniper II, but not by much. It had various training logos and instructions around the controls. "Baby's first mobile suit..." He thought. Ryder pushed one of the red buttons to his right, closing the cockpit. He watched as the entire cockpit's screen turned on. He loved the vision he had in the suit. "Alright. Time for simulation one of many..." Ryder proceeded to use the AEUG's simulation program for what seemed like hours on end for him, fighting many GM Cannon II's, other Trainer Nemo's and Gaza-C's in the process. Each time, he seemed to get a little better, but it was physically starting to take a toll on him. His hands started to bleed after becoming raw from holding the joysticks. His last challenge was defeating a Gaza-C holding G-3 gas with only a clay bazooka, barely succeeding. By the end of it, Ryder shut down the suit. He was tired but felt like it was good practice.
  15. 2 points
    After being dismissed by his new superior, Nicky would find his way into a small cafeteria at the middle section of the Firefly, attended by a pair of cooks that looked like they had just gotten a rest. Only a few of the tables were occupied, as the crew that came with the ship had taken their breakfast earlier, and so Nick got the luxury of choosing a cushioned seat at a corner table, always having been drawn to push his back against walls, always reliable guardians for one's back. The wall paper was coming off in some places, but the ambiance given by the titillating, calid lighting tubes was nice overall, so he decided to have his breakfast there, setting a metallic food tray down upon the table, and securing it with a pair of small hooks that were built at various points into the table, knowing that it would fly away with the contents otherwise upon escaping the moon's weak gravity field. Halfway through the sandwich, the mercenary addressed by Grim as Hiro would come to greet him, while he had his mouth full. But before he could say anything, an unwanted presence invited itself onto the table too. Ryder Sarka. Trying to ignore the unsettling guest at his right, Nick listened at Hiro's introduction of his group. Apparently, they had a high reputation amongst other mercenaries (whatever the hell that was supposed to mean to him). He was relieved to hear him speak in a gentle manner despite his tough aspect, acting not at all like he thought a sell-sword would be, an impression matched very closely nonetheless by his squadron leader, who replied with a long volley of what he assumed would be just bullshit about his time with the #1 pedestrian beating institution of all times. Guess first impressions aren't always right... Finishing his sandwich, Nick would poke a hole in the straw of his orange juice tube, but before he could take it into his mouth, a hand fell heavily over his right shoulder, clutching it in a very uncomfortable, maybe even painful manner. But Nick knew what the results of facing somebody his size would be, and his fists opened before they even had a chance to fully close. ''If i wanted to make sure somebody would put his mind and heart into covering my back, i would know better than to threaten them. Good thing you're an ace, right, Commander? If you're what you say you are, then you'll have no need for me next time a Zeek gets to see you from behind, anyways.'' - Nick replied, talking by the first time in person to his first object of loathing since his introduction to the Anti Earth Union Group, always looking forward while trying to appear calm, before taking a sip from the juice tube and shifting his hazel eyes to Hiro, talking to him with a slight smile on his face, trying to make a better first impression than his superior, but inadvertently giving the latter a brief, last throw. - ''It's nice to meet you, Hiro. I feel relieved now that i know that the squadron is to contain actual professionals...''
  16. 2 points
    Ryder Sarka glanced at the scarred individual. "The only thing you need to know about me..." He exclaimed. "is that I won't miss." He looked to the right, toward the hangar. "I was told that I'd be using a Training Nemo." Ryder smirked. He thought the AEUG would've had a better suit for the ace sniper. "I hope the sniper beam rifle I requested is with it." He said to the mercenary. "It's the same type I used as a Titan." The former Titan sipped more of the orange drink he had. "Speaking of, back when I was with the Titans, I knew people who skirmished with your little mercenary groups. To be honest, I've heard good things. You guys sound like... competent pilots." Ryder remarked. "However, I'll be the judge of that." Ryder looked to the other AEUG pilot next to him. "Enough about me. I'd like you to meet our other teammate, Nick." He said somewhat sarcastically. Ryder put his hand on the other pilot's shoulder and gripped it, perhaps a little too tightly... OOC: I love the Nemo. Ryder's just an asshole lol. Ryder will also obviously miss shots. He's a great sniper, but he's just a little too confident.
  17. 2 points
    Grim maintained a friendly demeanor despite himself feeling rushed. As Hiro asked about departing the Captain did smirk as he stood at ease, “funny you should ask, we should be launching any -“ as if on cue the Firefly suddenly lurched and the engines could be heard humming through the rusty ship. Grim held his hand open and motion around them all, “well there you go.” He did glance around to study the mercenary crew his eyes taking a precious moment to study each one. The Draconis Fury did have a good reputation which was a large reason why Grim decided to hire them. “Ladies and gentlemen thank you for departing with us. The AEUG will not forget the services which you will be rendering. Now if you will excuse us we have a ship to see to.” Grim offered a stiff salute before turning on his heel. He gave a brief nod to Ryder and Nicky before gliding past them both. As the Captain made his way to the bridge he studied the ship along the way. The freighter seemed barely space worthy much less worthy of being a mobile suit carrier. There was going to be minimal crew for their escape and Grim would be sure to visit with them all when he had the chance; now wasn’t the time though. As he entered the bridge he took in a deep breath before looking around at the viewports and the crew manning the controls. He gave a brief nod of acknowledgement towards the helmsman and then nodded forward. “Get is out of here.” Grim ordered. By his command the ship rose up escaping from the moon. As they rose he could feel the gravity lessen and soon he was holding onto a panel to keep himself from floating away. Tense minutes passed and Grim found himself reluctantly relaxing.
  18. 2 points
    hi! i'm rabbidy. i'm pretty keen on gundam so i'm super eager to get things rolling with you guys. i've been a forum roleplayer since 2009, so i hope my skills are up to snuff!
  19. 2 points
    Leon's Zero Sky Zaku was flying in space in search of the Repentance, while muttering to himself. "I swear, they better pay well or the old man is gonna hear about it... Wait, is that..." He saw and then approached the huge, red ship slowly, and witnessed a Gaza launching out. "Guess that's how they greet allies..."
  20. 2 points
    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!
  21. 2 points
    "I'm not a know it all! I just treat it like my baby!" Huffed out Artemis as she pulled her head out of one of her Gaza-C's verniers, "You'd be protective too if you had to fly around in this scrap heap." The hanger of the Repentance was filled with mobile suits, with most of them belonging to the Gaza family line. Artemis's was one of the few not painted a drab olive green. Plates of armor hung off of the machine as the green haired girl and her mechanic, a short redhead named Ginger. They were both smeared with grease and grime alike. "How do you bang this thing up so bad in the first place if you treat it like your baby?" Ginger snapped back as she elbowed a plate of armor down into place. "Everyone else is a better shot than I expect..." Artemis mumbled the words under her breath as she dragged a rag around the rim of the vernier, "I'm here ain't I?" "Oh yea. And this is what? The seventh leg we've replaced on your Gaza?" Ginger could't help smirk as she finished putting the armor back onto the mobile suit's leg. Rather than respond, Artemis peeled her grease stained tank top off and flung it at Ginger's face, blinding her. As the girl managed to get the garment off she was blinded again by Artemis's pants. Tangled up in the clothes Ginger drifted for a few moments before finally getting free and seeing that Artemis had changed into her flight uniform, helmet and all. "How do you keep doing that? Does everyone else just see you naked all the time?" Ginger didn't sound cross but was instead smiling ear to ear as she kicked back over to the black Gaza-C, helping Artemis open up the cockpit and slide in, "Remember just bring it back in after you're done testing it. We don't wanna get in trouble for just launching the thing out..." Artemis gave Ginger a squeeze before vanishing into the Gaza's interior. She nestled herself into the cockpit before the screens around her blinked to life. As the machine finishes starting up she grabs onto the controls and walks the mobile suit onto the catapult. "Artemis MacGriever, Gaza. Launching!"
  22. 2 points
    Not unlike most of the nearby AEUG personnel and Grim himself, Nicholas Lavie appeared very, very stressed, bags under his eyes due to the moon's uncertain day/night cycle messing with his biological clock, having dealt with lots of things in the last few days with the bare minimum of sleep, chugging down caffeinated energy drinks like tap water and running from one side of the lunar city to the other, running errands and providing insight on the mechanical condition of some Mobile Suits that somehow held together and returned from the brutal skirmish at Gryps, most of them having to be scrapped due to the inviability of restoring them to a decent working condition, despite being very good machines. He had only gotten an eight hour nap after being assigned to this new post: guarding the AEUG's new leader and following his command as he got on a ship and went... somewhere. Catching the person to his left in the act of glancing at him, he restrained himself from returning the angry glare and simply sighed very slowly, in an almost silent manner. The man in question was Ryder Sarka, an ex-Titans officer that would be his squadron leader from then on. He had angered the guy nine or ten hours before via microphone on a secure comms channel, calling him out for being a former Titan, which prompted him to respond that he ''was there'' when the Colony 30 incident ocurred and that it was the subject of profound psychological trauma on his person. In all honesty, Nick did not believe the man's words for a moment. Since he heard him, he only thought of him as a pathetic ''bad boy'' and a war criminal most likely wanted by the Federation that joined the AEUG to avoid prosecution, lying his way to sympathy from his new squad by feigning guilt. The bastard was probably just beating dissenters to death and eating human steak in an interrogation room while Colony 30 happened, Nick thought to himself, making very sure not to voice his thoughts out loud in front of his new group, which he trusted almost as much as he trusted the felon to his left. Which brought him to think of his new, very dire situation. He was now part of an all-new platoon, which was probably nothing like the sympathetic crew of the Salamis Kai that had given him a lift to Gryps and Von Braun. His squadron leader was already mad at him, probably looking for an excuse to get him into trouble, the mercenaries (of which he knew absolutely nothing) that made up the rest of the Mobile Suit squadron probably going to make friends with him, which Nick feared would make them antagonize him in exchange for befriending Ryder. What was worse, Nick also feared that Ryder and the mercenaries would eventually plot against the Captain and running away with the rust bucket they were going to board, which wouldn't be of any surprise to him. And even if nothing along those lines happened, he was still being put in a Mobile Suit, probably to pale in comparison to Ryder and the other two pilots, so Grim (who was already like the rest of harsh commanding officers he had seen during the course of his life, expecting nothing of him, and didn't even think he could behave professionally) could have an excuse to lecture him for not being as good as the rest of the squadron, which save by him was made entirely out of certified professionals and an alleged ace pilot. As if they could blame me. I'm a mechanic, not a pilot. Yet the idiots at the corporate Round Table decide it's a great fucking idea to put me into a Mobile Suit, so they can get my ass killed for exactly no fucking reason. Seriously, who the fuck thinks of these things?! I swear, when this war is over, if i don't get a fucking metric crapton of money for my troubles, i'm going to load up my vulcans, and Management will kiss their asses goodbye with my next visit. It was going to be a long day for Nick...
  23. 2 points
    As Grim began talking with their newly hired security, Ryder glanced at the other pilot to the right of Grim, Nicky Lavie. The two had talked with each other the night before, and it wasn't pleasant. Nicky seemed to think this new war was a joke, something Ryder wasn't a big fan of. "I can't believe that I'm stuck with this fool." Ryder thought as he looked around the interior of the Firefly. It was smaller and a little dirtier than what he was used to, but he understood things wouldn't be like his career as a Titan. The AEUG ran things much differently than his former faction, which he appreciated. Ryder looked towards the AEUG's leader and his new captain, Benjamin Alan Grimsdottir. He knew almost nothing about the man, other than that he was a Federation soldier assigned to the AEUG. He wished that his superior would've told him the plan and why he was recruited for this mission, but he didn't think too much about it. After all, being apart of this team (and the AEUG in general) kept him out of a Titan POW camp. Ryder hoped that the white-haired leader had what it took to command the AEUG. Ryder was at least familiar with one thing, which was the Galleon Combine. While he had never fought the mercenary group personally, he knew of their existence and what they did for the AEUG. Ryder wondered if he could trust the mercenaries, or if they would even trust him because of his past. He understood that it didn't matter much though. The four soldiers we're going to be his new teammates, after all. He then watched as Grim held out his hand to one of the mercenaries, a man with a large scar running down his cheek, and asked if he was someone named Hiro. Ryder looked at the Galleon Combine member, awaiting his response.
  24. 2 points
    Nicky Lavie Biography Full name: Nicholas Stanley Lavie Faction: Anti Earth Union Group Rank: Ensign Age: 25 years old Sex: Male Weight: 61kg Height: 1,65m Eyes: Amber Hair: Honey brown, undyed Skin: Fair skin Handiness: Left-handed Personality Unlike what his delicate appearance would suggest, Nick Lavie's daily behavior is that of a waiter that has been taking orders in a packed restaurant for all of his life: he usually wakes up in the verge of hurling a wave of insults at thin air, ready for somebody to come in with his orders for the day (admittedly somewhat outrageous at times) to violently punch the cafeteria table, to the point only newcomers to the ship jump whenever this happens during breakfast and the commanding officer giving him the orders just ignores it. Stubborn and somewhat arrogant, he usually has trouble with colleagues of his that insist on using non-metric units at work, having grown up in a colony that chose the metric system, which can sometimes lead to mishaps on Suits he has worked or performed repairs on, with him usually blaming the “Fahrenturd Gang” instead, never the guiltier. But despite his pessimistic and snarky behavior, he seems to be accustomed to this way of life, and treats every friendly or new face with kindness, seeing them as his comrades on a long, pleasant journey to his own cold and empty corner of stellar hell. Strengths and weaknesses Nicky usually excels at working with mechanical objects, having dabbled in repairs and tinkering since he was a young kid, and working with small parts has also made him into a highly perceptive individual. However, while he isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty, which he does, his physical weakness makes him tend to simply hurt himself when trying to use his relatively small strength, in example to operate wrenches on adjusted cogs, or to lift heavy objects, which usually ends up with his left foot being slammed from above (it already being a running gag with the MS bay crew). He is also sensitive, both emotionally and physically, which means that while he has a better time perceiving the emotions of those around him and reacts far more dramatically to compliments, he's also the first one to crack while working under pressure, and he would certainly not be somebody the ship wants falling into hands capable of physically torturing him for information, even though he knows nothing valuable to begin with. Appearance As the crew’s bare eyes can tell, Nick is a somewhat short, lightly built boy with honey brown hair, somewhat collected from the way up but messily ending in a pair of upward-pointing fangs, probably a result of excessively wearing helmets that don't cover the lower part of his hair while not in a normal suit, which is necessary to avoid a possible death by hazard in his workplace. As others would put it, he also looks somewhat feminine, which combined with his nickname can lead new arrivals to think they're talking to a girl named Nicky. This allegedly does not sit well with him, with existing reports of occurrences in which he yells “It’s Nicholas, and Nicholas is a man's name!” and hurls wrenches at the offender in response. Despite all this fuzz, however, he has no intention of letting go of his prized hair, having brought himself to love it. He usually wears a jade-colored zipper jacket, a pair of gray work trousers, black gloves and white rubber boots, all of them seemingly “appropiated” off a Federation worker's closet then stripped of EFSF badging, along with a purely cosmetic pair of transparent, round glasses with a silver frame. When around hazards, he dons a white, mildly chipped hard hat, and protective goggles. He also has claimed property over an orange and white pilot suit from the spacesuit cache, and he wears it when performing repairs on the outside of the ship or during battles. History Born on May the 13th of UC 0063, to a small and resource-strapped family that consisted of himself and his parents, living in one of the space colonies of Side 2, also known as Hatte, and working in a scrapyard, Nick always was curious, having a knack for disassembling things to examine their inner workings, which his peers compared to their Anatomy teacher's habit of vivisecting small animals. Still, they enjoyed his presence and had no trouble interacting with him, which meant he formed an average group of two frequent, best friends. He usually helped out his dad, who salvaged things from the scrap to sell them at the Tinsel Market, until the age of sixteen, when his mother started taking him on her salvage trips to the outside of the space colony, to teach him the art of piloting the family's yellow mobile pod to fish out the remains of ships or outdated satellites. Once he had the hang of it, he would be left in charge of the task by his mother, who wanted to help in the scrapyard for a relaxing change. However, in the same year, UC 0079, war broke out between the Earth Federation and the Principality of Zeon, and Nick would be witness to the ruthlessness of the Principality when he saw Zeon Zaku IIs take one of the neighbouring colonies away for unknown purposes, leaving one cousin of his, who was visiting, effectively homeless. Both would later find out about the consequences of the failed Operation British, and would grow to despise Zeon for leveling Australia and gassing relatives and friends to death. While many in the colony, including his best friends, attempted to join the Earth Federation, seeking refuge from Zeon or revenge for the absent Colony, Nick was wary of the instability of the region, and restrained himself from joining until it was obvious Zeon would lose and had no way of firing back at him. Then, in UC 0081, with the One Year War over, he left his underage cousin in charge of piloting the mobile pod for his parents to join the Federation's maintenance corps, mostly for a salary that would serve his family better and as a non-combatant, because even though he was no pacifist, he wanted to preserve himself alive. This job, ironically, would take him to Earth, where his life would be threatened during his first tour of duty in UC 0083, as Zeon remnants stormed Torrington Base in Australia by night, where he had been stationed as one of the new technicians for only three weeks, fixing up the aggressor units of the experimental team that tested new equipment. While he saved himself from being crushed by his own barracks and lived to help at Torrington after the attack, the events that transpired in space involving Torrington pilots and a Remnants ace would come back to haunt him when the EFF tried to cover up the existence of Anaheim Electronics’ Gundam Development Project. Having definitely caught a glimpse of the now nonexistant GP units the afternoon they arrived and during the attack, the EFF would place him on their watch list after ordering him never to speak of the incident. Said events would also light up a mild dislike for Zeon due to their actions, even though he secretly did agree with their initial ideology of procuring independence from the Earth Federation. In UC 0087, after spending years working for the Federation on Earth to help his family become middle class, having taken basic MS piloting lessons and with the Gryps Conflict rolling, Nick would be transferred to outer space again, intended to arrive to Gryps 2 to work for the Titans, and the Salamis Kai he travelled in would take him back to Hatte, where the ship would be undergoing repairs after being damaged during ascent by a malfunctioning booster. Seeing a chance to see friends and family again, Nick took some leave and departed for his home colony to visit friends, unaware of the presence of an AEUG cell that tried to infiltrate the cruiser with unidentified inside help, intent on stealing the cruiser’s Mobile Suits. As the GM hijacking was stopped and the responsible men were apprehended or shot, one of Nick’s best friends was discovered to be one of the dead assailants, and Nick was subsequently suspected of being their inside man. With more than half their men dead and needing all the help they could get on their escape from, the AEUG cell successfully recruited him into their ranks by warning him of the impending arrival of a Federation party that wanted to arrest him and offering him and his family refuge from them. On the run and with no other choice to protect his loved ones from the wrath of the Titans, Nick effectively joined the Anti Earth Union Group. His break would come on the days preceding Operation Maelstrom. With the Titans struggling to keep the Colony Laser from falling into the AEUG’s hands and asteroid Axis from accelerating towards the Gate of Zedan, the small AEUG cell would find themselves free to make their move after months of hiding, boarding a small space launch that would take them to an allied ship, the Salamis Kai-class Fandance, commanded by Captain Norman Jones and home to a three-member Rick Dias squadron, Team Libot, named after the Side 6 colony they all hailed from, led by One Year War veteran Ada Weiss. As the Gryps Conflict was approaching a close, the ship would travel towards the battlefield where the AEUG clashed with the Titans and Axis Zeon. However, the Fandance proved not speedy enough to arrive on time and provide support, and it would arrive to an empty battlefield, full of floating debris, destroyed ships and Mobile Suits of all kinds, as junk collectors feasted on the leftovers of the skirmish, ready to flood the markets with loads of fresh debris, inadvertently lowering the price of all junk. After circling around the Colony Laser’s remains, dodging broken energy pillars, the Fandance would follow orders to retreat to the AEUG's headquarters in Von Braun after a disastrous survivor search-and-recovery mission, its departure adorned by a massive choir of automated distress signals that didn't link to living people anymore. The ship would then be marked for scrapping on arrival, being as the AEUG lacked the resources and crew to resupply and man it, and that what little crew, parts and supplies the ship had were better used somewhere else. Therefore, all hands would be reassigned to other posts, most of them being moved to the defense of the base and local industry, to help the AEUG recover from a war so it could immediately walk into another for the sake of Earth. However, Nick would be the exception. Due to a lack of MS pilots not assigned to guarding Von Braun, Nick would be summoned two nights after arrival to an apartment block for the details of a new, mysterious assignment, while only being warned to train beforehand by using MS simulators. While he knows that his new assignment will probably involve piloting Mobile Suits in battle and will therefore be dangerous, Nick has no way of denying his services, being indebted to the AEUG after they protected him and his family from the Titans during the Gryps Conflict, which means that he'll have to carry out his orders however served… to his death if necessary. Possessions Amongst various trinkets of varying importance, Nick owns: Zapptronics E-Journal: A small blue e-diary that can record audio files and save, then sort out text logs by date. Second-Hand Handgun: A hand-me-down projectile sidearm with an unusually polished slide (Nick's doing while hiding from the Titans) and a taped-together grip. MSA-003T Trainer Nemo: An activation key for a Nemo, unit number #445, taken out of Von Braun's Mobile Suit surplus and currently stationed in a rusty ship Nick hasn't yet visited. Originally intended as a training unit, this Nemo can nonetheless perform exactly like its normal counterpart with no difference other than the yellow accents painted on the suit's limbs and head. Kills None Roleplays - Mobile Suit Gundam: Zeta Destiny [In Progress] Coliseum battles - Finding Nemos [Versus Roromi, lost] --- Comments Character picture: I was originally going to use Michel Ninorich from The 08th MS Team as his appearance, but i was afraid that using UC characters wasn't allowed, so I looked for a similar character instead, and I found this guy from a web series called Voltron. I simply couldn't bring myself to not use him after I had seen those beautiful pointy things at the sides of his hair. To Imperial System Users: Don't ever get mad at me for whatever this guy says. He's just a character that doesn't represent my political views, just like the Neo Zeon players probably don't endorse genocidal, fascist military dictatorships in real life. Probably... Newfound Experience: I gave him at least a bit of basic MS experience in Earth. Because, let's face it. A Mobile Pod probably behaves nothing like military Mobile Suits, like the Nemo or the GM. Plus, his previous training would have made it all the much easier for you to kill him. You know who you are.
  25. 2 points
    So, you're the AEUG's new leader? I hope you got what it takes to lead us. I'm Ryder, by the way. I used to be a Titans commander, but they didn't like me leaking out their secrets, so now I'm with you guys. I'd say you're lucky to have an ace sniper on your team. I'm pretty damn good at it, and I won't let the AEUG down.
  26. 2 points
    My display photo is my personal crest, to compensate for the fact that I've never been able to do signatures. It's called Der Gorizont, and it symbolizes the sun that is about to emerge from the horizon, as to remind me that no matter how many times the sun sets, it will always rise again. Just kidding! I drew it and it looked cool, so I made it my emblem. It doesn't have a meaning that I know of...
  27. 2 points
    Zoids are/were a guilty pleasure of mine
  28. 2 points
    I always wondered, that makes senses now Valiant! I’m going through an avatar crisis. Mine used to be kid knives from Trigun, since he was the basis for my old character Locke. Right now it’s just a picture of yours truly, sporting my titanfall pilot helmet. One of these days I’d love to make/have a helmet from a Gubdam Series. In any case we’ll see how long this picture lasts.
  29. 2 points
    There's a Character Template in the Character Library. I'm still getting some more details up in the main RP thread. Work the character. I'm working on the character mod as we speak so RP posts will show up as the characters. Background of Zeta would suffice, but it is not a must. I think I covered most important events in the opening post.
  30. 2 points
    Ryder watched as the enemy raised its shield to block the blast. "That shield has to go." He thought. "I'll..." Suddenly, multiple shots from the GM's beam cannon began racing toward him. One after another flew past the mobile suit as Ryder raised his own shield, hoping to protect himself. It worked, but only for one shot. The pink beam smacked the middle of the shield, blowing it apart. "No!" Ryder yelled. He knew that he wouldn't be able to do much without the shield. "I gotta get out of this mess." He thought. Just then, an idea popped into his head. The Nemo had one extra cartridge for the sniper rifle. This would be useless since the rifle was destroyed, but Ryder had other plans for it. Ryder flew toward the enemy, dodging some shots in the process. Once he felt that he got close enough, the A.E.U.G. pilot pushed himself behind a nearby slab of metal and watched as the Federation suit got closer to him. Grabbing the magazine, Ryder made his mobile suit throw it toward the GM. He knew that a bullet could possibly ignite the cartridge, causing it to explode. "I hope this works." He said as he aimed his head at his makeshift grenade. Ryder fired his vulcans right when the enemy got close enough, causing a smaller, but almost blinding explosion for the enemy.
  31. 2 points
    Grim’s eyes widen in horror at the sight of the beam weapon shooting his way. He instinctively brought the shield up to absorb the shot. As the beam hit, his cockpit shook violently, Grim gritted his teeth praying for it to end. Just as quickly as the shot landed he soon realized that he was still alive. Grim pulled out the targeting module and angrily aimed the shoulder cannon sending a return volley back, perhaps aiming too high. Growling he pushed the controls further, “c’mon! Get me closer!” He had closed about half the distance since he started firing at the enemy. The GM drifted with each twist of the controls and the Federation pilot knew he needed to get some hits in soon. While most of his shots so far were half measured, his true goal was the make the sniper panic.
  32. 2 points
    Ryder tried to evade as bullets flew toward him. A couple managed hit parts of the mobile suit, denting the armor. "Damn!" he thought. It wasn't much damage, but too much of that would lead to his death. He looked in the general direction of the firing, only seeing more scrap metal. Suddenly, he saw the GM charging toward him. "There he is!" Ryder yelled. He pressed two buttons, causing his sniping goggles to flip back up. "That's better." He thought. He pulled back on the controls, attempting to gain more distance, and began to aim. Let's end this." He said. Ryder began firing his beam rifle toward the enemy mobile suit.
  33. 2 points
    "Damn it!" Ryder yelled as the shot hit the enemy's left shoulder cannon. Knowing that his cartridges only held one shot, he reloaded the rifle with a spare and prepared to aim again. As he looked down the sight again, he only saw mangled metal. Suddenly, a large pink beam shot right through the side of the bridge, singeing his shield. Half of the bridge was demolished, completely melted by the beam cannon's shot. "He's better than I thought." He whispered, "I can't stay here for long." Ryder focused, looking for a clear shot at the enemy as it moved sporadically. "Come on!" He thought "Give me a clear shot!" The GM Cannon wasn't giving him what he wanted. As the enemy got closer, he had no choice. "Screw it. Now!" Ryder said as he pulled the trigger once again. Realizing that would give away his position, he moved his mobile suit out of the bridge, having no time to pick up the sniper rifle. The A.E.U.G. pilot pulled his standard beam rifle from the Nemo's waist and flew back into the hangar of the Alexandria-class ship.
  34. 2 points
    In the middle of the debris, a single MS-003 Nemo began to move toward the hull of an old Titan battleship. Ryder had been monitoring the area for hours. "About time someone showed up." He thought. He made his mobile suit float into the ship's old mobile suit hangar and found the Nemo's sniper-type beam rifle and three cartridges. "Good thing he didn't find it." Ryder thought. He proceeded to move one of his joysticks and push a blinking button to the right of him, connecting the Nemo's standard beam rifle to the back of its waist. As he picked up the sniper rifle, he loaded it, putting the remaining two cartridges on each side of its waist. The Nemo floated out of the hangar. Ryder looked around to find a good sniping spot, noticing the bridge of the ship. "Perfect." He said as he moved toward it. Perching inside of the bridge, bodies of dead Titans soldiers began to float around the green behemoth. This would have him feel uneasy ten years ago, but all the bloodshed he's seen has made him desensitized to it. He lied the mobile suit down in a prone position as the bipod on the rifle flipped out. The goggles on its head slid down to cover the visor, adding new sensors to the camera system. "Alright, let's see what we're up against." He thought. Looking around the maze of broken metal, his mobile suit beeped at him. He zoomed in to see a brown and gray Federation mobile suit moving a sheet of metal. "GM Cannon II." He murmured. "Those cannons would blow me apart. Too bad it won't be able to use them." Positioning the rifle at just the right angle, he pulled the trigger.
  35. 2 points
    Well, hello everyone! It was a bit of a shock to see an email from Advent Destiny after all this time. I've heard of thread necromancy, but this is the first instance of forum necromancy I've heard of. Not complaining, though! 🙂 I'm DragonDaimyo, though if you've seen anyone on the internets named Hobbles or Hobbles 1822, that's my usual screen name these days. I got involved in the old Seed RPG way back in 2005, and had a blast of a time with this and other RP sites, mostly Gundam related. I had first watched Gundam Seed a few months before I found the site, and it was what got me into watching anime seriously (as opposed to whatever was on Cartoon Network). Don't watch nearly as much as I used to, but Seed still holds a special place in my heart because of it. That said, I am now very much a fan of Sword Art Online (Must. Watch. Alicization.), Attack on Titan, and a couple of others. Life itself has been crazy, though, as it's wont to be. When I started here I was studying computer science. Now, I'm a licensed CPA and I got married a year and a half ago. A lot of my gaming effort has gone into Star Wars Armada these days, though I still play some computer games like Battletech and Total War: Warhammer 2. I also play a lot of mobile games these days, with Fate Grand Order and Azur Lane being my mainstays. So yeah, really fun to see this back up and running! I'm looking forward to reconnecting with the old crowd and with some new faces! Fun times! 😃
  36. 2 points
    Hello I'm Andy. I used to be obsessed with Star Wars and we all know what a heap of burning garbage it's turned into. So hobbyless I went for months until I remembered I used to love Gundam when Wing was on toonami. I woke up the day after my birthday (no one got me anything) and decided I'd go buy myself a Gundam model. I grabbed Barbatos Lupus Rex because I thought it looked badass and absolutely fell in love with gunpla. I had built a tallgeese when I was about 12 but was to young to understand how to properly build it and I'm sure I did an awful job. So I wanted to learn more about the Rex I just built and found ibo...then watched it. Then freaked out because it was amazing and ever since I've been vacuuming up everthing Gundam for tge past year. I've built 30 or so Gunpla and recently got an airbrush rig so I've finally made it to the big boys. I don't really know what else to say....I'm dyslexic and bad at spelling so I'm sure that will come up. I went to film school to become a writer/director but that didn't pan out but I love creating stories and using my imagination. There are several Gundam series I can't stand SEED, OO, G, Build fighters ect. I really love the UC and a few outside of it....uhmm.....if you want to know anything else just ask ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ here's me in my normal suit
  37. 1 point
    Artemis's screens became walls of red exclamation marks. The trackers on the approaching mobile suits both became red triangles with flashing exclamation marks. With one new marker represented by a green square with the tag AMBER. The tag guides the girl's hand to fumble for her coms, to hear her crew mate's words; we're being attacked. "Well they're shooting back aren't they-" Artemis cut herself off as she yanked back on her controls, sending her backwards as the Gelgoog opened fire, last few shots crossing over were she was moments before, the only thing saving her being the distance between the two suits, "Yes being attacked! Very much! Can you take the Gelgoog? You're faster than I am." A high pitched beeping dragged Artemis's eyes back to the Zaku. It was charging her with arms spread wide open. The distance between them pops up in big red numbers under its tag, and it was dropping like a rock tied to an anvil wearing concrete shoes. "No touching you pervert!" She screams as she tears the beam saber from her right shoulder, igniting it. The beam saber met the Zaku's shoulder, shearing it off and leaving a glowing orange ring of molten metal in it's place, "What is with these old guys always grabbing me!" The Zaku wouldn't be denied it's embrace., apparently, and so Artemis wouldn't be denied when her Gaza brought it's elbow up and smashed it down onto the Zaku's head, dislodging her from the one armed antique. Her beam saber slashed through space once more, leaving the Zaku with two missing arms and no hugs. "Amber I'm coming back to assist you, the Zaku is probably harmless now," She grumbled into her com as her thrusters roared into life, she was moving already but away from the Gelgoog and Amber due to the Zaku's tackle, "Put it down if it comes close again though." Beam saber in hand she launched at the flashes of light echoing in the darkness and the red triangle and the green square. She aimed herself at the triangle and engaged her transformation, folding her suit over and pointing her Knuckle Buster and two cannons at it.
  38. 1 point
    What non-Gundam series would you love to see on MechaBay? I have plans for Evangelion, Code Geass, and Patlabor. These have varying complexities, but they would be a lot easier to complete compared to the vast numbers in the Gundam universe.
  39. 1 point
    Wasn’t X cancelled before it was finished?
  40. 1 point
    "Two, three and four!" Yelped out Artemis as she smashed her controls to the left again, making her Gaza strafe left through the air, missing the three missiles fired from the flailing Nemo, "I hope you only have one more!" The Gaza spins through the turbulent skies, losing altitude as the atmosphere began to drag her down. Artemis began to bob her head side to side as she bit her lip. Her eyes scanning over her controls and console. She punches the shut off for the thrusters before making her Gaza pull out a beam saber with its free hand, igniting the pink blade in the same motion. The mobile suit fell towards the gaping hole. "You emptied the colony for me! Let me give you a tip!" Artemis yelled out as she hit her thrusters, sending her Gaza diving through the hole, charging at the flailing Nemo, beam saber swinging downwards at the other mobile suit.
  41. 1 point
    Hiro Kusanagi Biography Full name: Hiro Kusanagi Faction: AEUG mercenary from Draconis Fury team of the Galleon Combine Rank: Lieutenant Commander Age: 29 Sex: Male Height: 1.75 metres Weight: 79 kg Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Skin: Pale Handiness: Right-handed Personality Hiro Kusanagi was hot-headed in his youth. His rashness and naivety led to unpleasant and unhappy events that made him regret his actions. These experiences taught him to reign in his temper and be more calculated in making his moves. Those who knew him since his younger days regard this change as him mellowing as he aged. Hiro chose not to dispute that, though he knew he still fought the demon within. When he sought to control his emotions, he found himself going down the spiritual path. Meditations and relaxation techniques helped detach him from his feelings to avoid them clouding his thoughts. This led him to adopting stoicism in his life, making him accept challenges and setbacks readily. Despite being a stoic, Hiro was still unable to get over parting with his parents without a proper goodbye. This regret pushed him to cherish what he had and to pursue what he wanted. Strengths and weaknesses Hiro Kusanagi's temper put him in many unfavourable situations and led to him making poor choices that came back to haunt him. Although he has reigned that in, he was still quick to act. He was not one to hesitate or waver. This made him efficient and gave him an edge in combat. He was loyal to a fault. His poor luck and the lack of a knack for making good choices often placed him on the wrong side. His loyalty meant he would persevere despite the odds, often leading to him suffering more losses than if he knew when to back off and count his losses. Hiro had his fair share of joining mercenary groups that were in the decline. He had to contribute more out of his own pocket for his teams than what they could pay for the jobs he completed. Appearance Hiro Kusanagi was adding some pounds to hide his firm muscles. His regular workouts built strength but his penchant for a beer or four ensured he accumulated a healthy layer of fats around his six-packs. Although he was not handsome, Hiro was far from hideous either. An ugly scar ran across his lower left cheek. A lesson from his mentor that he would be reminded of when he looked at himself. The scar brought compliments and aversions in equal frequency. History Hiro Kusanagi left his home in Side 3 at a young age after a dispute with his parents. His self-imposed exile became permanent when the One Year War broke out in UC 0079. His training as a mobile suit pilot made him find work as a mercenary pilot easily. He moving between mercenary groups as they grew and perished, either due to finances or combat. After years of switching employers, Hiro joined the Draconis Fury and it became the mercenary company that he worked for more than five years, his longest stint. The Fury was known for its honour more than its efficiency, and the group struggled stay in the black. It eventually merged with the Galleon Combine due to finances owed to the latter. When the Gryps Conflict broke out, Anaheim Electronics engaged the Galleon Combine to aid the AEUG in its civil war against the Titans. The group suffered heavy losses in the war. Despite the end of the war with the Titans disbanded, Hiro’s team continued to assist the AEUG with the threat posted by a superior Axis Zeon forces in the Earth Sphere. Possessions RMS-179 GM II The AEUG assigned a GM II to Hiro for his missions. The AEUG reserved the newer MSA-003 Nemo units for their own soldiers and were able to only spare the older GM II for their hired hands. Kills None Role plays None Coliseum battles None
  42. 1 point
    Just to update you guys, I'm working on the setting. I've seen you guys adding characters via the mod. I'll be approving those as I see them. Poke me on the forums or Discord if I miss any. If there's anything that requires my attention do post here. I try to follow the chats but it's a little hard for me to keep track so I catch bits and pieces. There will be IC and OOC boards in the factions for faction specific stuff.
  43. 1 point
    Zoids was pretty cool! I liked the cheesy arena version.
  44. 1 point
    Ok, so, if any and all giant robots are fair game, then I feel compelled to mention Super Sentai.
  45. 1 point
    "Thank God." Ryder thought as the magazine exploded. The GM Cannon II had become heavily damaged from the blast. "Alright, time to go in for the kill." He thought. The A.E.U.G. member jolted to the left, away from his hiding spot, but his opponent was quicker than he had thought. Its beam saber pierced through the metal right into his right arm. "Oh, Shit!" He yelled. The arm burst out in a large explosion, pushing both mobile suits back with the slab of metal covering the enemy from any damage. Ryder's suit flew deeper into the abyss, but he eventually regained controls. Ryder was bleeding. The blast caused some metal from the inside to cut through his normal suit into his shoulder. He quickly grabbed a bandage from the mobile suit's first-aid kit and put it over the shoulder. It stopped the bleeding, but not the pain. Ryder was engaged. He looked around, just barely seeing the enemy behind the metal. "I. AM. ENDING. THIS." He declared. The green mobile suit slowly moved through the debris toward the backside of the Federation suit. "His guy's one hell of a pilot." He thought. "He's also taken full advantage of his GM Cannon's power." Ryder gently pulled out a beam saber from the back of the Nemo's waist. "It's a good mobile suit, but it's got one problem." He moved into position, right behind the enemy. "It doesn't have a 360-degree camera." (Slightly before the Gryps conflict, mobile suit designers replaced the traditional four screens in the cockpit with a 360-degree camera, allowing the pilot to see everything. The GM Cannon II was made in 0083, before this change.) Ryder ignited the saber, pushed forward on the controls, and blasted toward the enemy's back, pointing the beam directly at the middle of the mobile suit. The enemy would never see it coming...
  46. 1 point
    Still in Sydney hahaha~
  47. 1 point
    For those of you who still wish to retrieve data from SEED RPG, you are now able to do so. After Tapatalk took over Invisionfree, they deleted old forums and we lost SEED RPG. However, they have since brought the site back online. Please pull whatever you need because I'm not sure how long it will stay around. https://www.tapatalk.com/groups/gundam_seed_rpg/
  48. 1 point
    There are, most of them are in Seattle proper and that alone makes it important to dedicate an entire day for such events. I've been trying to save up vacation days for PAX though, I wanted to play MtG there but I'm sure there is plenty of Gundam stuff for sale.
  49. 1 point
    I'm more inclined towards CE, for sure. I know nothing about UC.
  50. 1 point
    This looks impressive. How many of you are still active though? I only see a few of you.
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