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  1. The helicopters were soon swarming around the Astrays. It seemed like more and more of them were popping out of the forest and from behind the mountain centered on the island. There were more than enough targets for sure. They couldn’t retreat until they enemies were destroyed. Nathaniel gritted his teeth as a tank shell slammed into the left arm of Gold Frame. He could hear Keiran’s resolve and nodded to himself. Now that he was certain that everyone knew this was live combat he could focus on trying to direct his troops. “Granted Larris! Move in there and take out those tanks!” he barked. He then turned to regard the Blue and Red Frames. Geneva was doing an admirable job fending off missile barrages, “XO!” he called out, “provide air cover for Kerian’ keep those choppers off him!” Nathaniel narrowed his eyes at Red Frame which seemed to be putting a minimal effort into simply defending itself. “It doesn’t matter who they are right now MacMaster, what matters is that you kill them first!” he roared out as he stepped in to shoot one of the choppers with his beam rifle. The pink bolt sounded slightly different from the normal beam rifle, but the effect was no less desirable as a helicopter exploded. It seemed just as one of them was taken out, two more flew in to replace it. The truth was he was running out of Vulcan ammunition, and that there were too many to keep shooting with a beam rifle. To panic fire would drain the power, damn they know what they are doing… Several more helicopters exploded as a mass of training drones flew in towards the enemy helicopters. Nathaniel allowed himself a small smile as the unexpected assistance made a sizable dent in the growing enemy numbers. “We have to secure this position first everyone, take out the enemy, mind you energy levels!” Even as he gave the order his thoughts flew toward the Archangel, to Delphine. I hope you can last without us… he wished. ----- “Good thinking!” Hawthorne called out to Kali as she eyed what the girl was doing. She was about to say something else when the smile on Delphine’s face vanished. It felt like the entire ship rocked as an explosion hit the starboard side. There was a fluttering shared by everyone’s stomach as the Archangel plummeted back into the brine. Everyone rocked violently from the short but suddenly fall. “Ma’am they hit our propulsion! We can’t maintain lift!” Hawthorne rubbed her head as she recovered, her hat scattered on the floor, but she didn’t move to recover it. She hissed a curse under her breath, “It seems they know the ship’s weak points…” “More destroyers, three o’clock!” a different voice called out. “Can we turn the ship about?” Hawthorne asked wearily. There was a pause before an officer called out, “Yes, Ma’am!” Narrowing her eyes, she commanded, “then pull us into a circuit and fire the main cannons, we’ll sweep out the enemy ships like clockwork!” a loud roar echoed through the bridge as a flight of jets flew straight overhead, echoed by blasts on the ship. “use the weapons take out those jets we can’t have them strafe us and take out the cannon!” she cried out. There was a trace of real concern in her voice, she knew her ship could best naval vessels, but the jets might be too fast for her weapons to effectively counter. Either way the Archangel had to make quick work of their enemies or they would be done for. Her thoughts drifted to the Purple Frame in the hangar. Despite herself, her thoughts then drifted to Nathaniel. You better make it… ----- “yes, that’s right!” Yuna squirmed in his seat as he looked up from the floor to look at the approving gaze of his father, Unato. The son held a phone to his head and cradled the device with both hands. “I gave you the position, along with their load out and personnel. Are you certain you can capture the ship?” There was a pause that Unato Seiran found uncomfortable despite himself as he watched his son nod frantically. The older man nearly jumped as his sun cried out, “excellent! Thank you so much! I look forward to working with you again!” the boy hung up the phone and flashed his father a triumphant looking smile. Normally Unato would handle such affairs himself but knew that he needed to maintain a buffer of deniability, and his son needed to learn such statesmanship at some point. “it is done then son?” the old man asked cautiously. The young man nodded enthusiastically, “Yes father! The Earth Alliance sent a task force to capture the Archangel and the Astrays. I’ve been assured that if they can successfully do so then our transgressions will be forgiven in the Alliance’s eyes. There was even mention of possible membership!” Even as Yuna cried out almost hysterically, Unato was waving a hand as if telling the boy to calm down. “good… very good. Let us hope that they can come through and take that blasted ship with the least amount of casualties on both sides. We can’t build a friendship on blood loss… Good job yuna. Keep me informed on what happens.”
    4 points
  2. EPISODE 1: October 6th, 2307 AD AEU ORBITAL ELEVATOR Automated machine guns blared inside a military testing ground, sending an array of bullets against a sleek green mobile suit. This is little to stop the machine though, responding to the attacks with dodges and speed, using its rifle to hit many of the targets. A crowd of suits watched with awe at the new AEU creation, although two stood out as they observed it. The two Union members discussed the mobile suit, referred to as the Enact, intently while also discussing its flaws. Union engineer Billy Katagiri mentioned how the basic design was just of copy of their mobile suit, the Flag, to his cohort Graham. However, the demonstrator took note of this. Due to the Enact’s hi-tech sound system, he exited the mobile suit, only to badger the observer for his statement. Far above the mock city was a creation who was bound to give the pilot much more of a problem. The sleek mobile suit sped downward at a breakneck pace, causing the military to attempt to make contact from the orbital elevator. None could be made though as more of the crowd noticed the strange machine head towards the testing ground. The red haired pilot watched along with the others, getting back inside the turquoise mobile suit as people slowly began to evacuate. “Hey! He yelled through the Enact’s intercom. The gray and orange paint scheme caught the pilot’s attention quickly. “What are you? You look like you’re HRL… Whatever you are, you’re ruining my mock battle!” When no response was given, the pilot got more aggravated. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m Patrick Colasour, the best ace in the AEU!” A small blade slid out of the machine’s wrist, creating a deafening frequency as it vibrated. The Enact ran towards the Exia while pointing the sword outward to the enemies cockpit. “Hey! Talk to me!”
    3 points
  3. Yuna maintained a smug expression as she talked. She didn’t strike as a devious type, at least not openly. It was also obvious that he couldn’t get much more information out of her than he did already. Taking in a deep breath he forced a smile, “very well then, I’m sorry about this mix up. You are free to leave.” He walked towards the door but paused and raised his finger in the air, “there is one thing I’d like to ask first though.” He turned on his heel, “does the guild still accept freelance jobs?” Perhaps there was a way Yuna could still gain from this interaction still. —— The team building exercise went off without a hitch. Soon they were all watching some anime together and even Nathaniel had to admit it was a pleasant distraction. During one of the breaks between shows he got up and motioned to Kali to come into the hallway to talk to him. “So… Kali… I didn’t want to put you on the spot but what did you mean by participating? What did you have in mind exactly?” It was an honest question and Nathaniel held no accusation in his tone. -Kali took a moment to think, “I figured perhaps a support role similar to how I helped you and the team on the field.” She resided sheepishly, “Plus I don’t have a lot of military experience, I think training would help.” She added Nathaniel gave the girl a side eye glance, unsure of how sincere she was being. “Well for what’s it’s worth your quick thinking proved to be invaluable. Good instincts really!” He stroked his chin as he considered his words carefully. “Let me ask you. How did you feel loosing your home to that ZAFT attack?” The question was seemingly off topic but he needed to get a better feel for the girls truest intentions. - She smiled with satisfaction and beamed with pride at the compliment. The emotions were short-lived when he ask how she felt losing her home. She rescued from the rubble of her apartment building luckily her parents were not in the same building, “I felt lost, scared.. in the rubble. I was rescued by field officers from the Archangel. I am grateful for my life. Mama and papa are safe as well. I feel indebted to you and the captain, I want to do what I can to help you as you did me.” She said earnestly. He nodded patiently as he listened. “There’s a difference between owing a debt and being a soldier. I want to make sure you understand that.” He paused to weigh his own words, almost wondering if it was a talk he should be having with Roane instead. “There are no half measures on the battlefield… what I need to know from you is if I can rely on you with my life? And not just my life but everyone else’s in there?” He pointed a finger at the room they were standing outside of. He bit his lip to stop himself from getting worked up to much. He forced a smile, “if you can commit like that… then I’ll see about getting you transferred under my command.” His tone was edgy if not scary but that was war. He just didn’t want to drag whoever felt like it with him he had enough to deal with it as it was. On the same hand she held her weight without a mobile suit and that wasn’t anything to scoff at either. Nathaniel eyed Kali patiently. - Kali thought for a moment and smiled softly, “I disagree Lieutenant. When I say indebted it is not as simple as paying a debt back. Perhaps I misspoke. I see what lengths you and your team have gone through, including the captain. It is that resolve that saved my life. That is what you instilled in me and it that same resolve I will use you save you and anyone else in the team. No matter the cost.” She said smiling her eyes teary, “Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure.” She recited, “Publius Cornelius Tacitus, a Roman historian and politician.” She added, “Don’t you think the sentiment can go either way?” A smile etched itself on Nathaniel’s face, Kali was certainly full of surprises. He wasn’t ready for a philosophical debate but he could appreciate her candor. “I suspect you’re willing to prove that very point?” He asked grinning. “I’ll talk to the captain shortly…. Private…” he offered a wink at the rank change and nodded to the door. “Enjoy the rest of the evening, I’m glad you’re on the team now!” His gratitude was sincere as he held the door for her. - Kali couldn’t help but look at the Lieutenant in awe and joy, “I am.” She responded. Her smile broadened and pride lit up her face at the rank. She didn’t even have a rank when she started but now she felt like she found her place, “Yessir.” She said confidently, “Thank you.” She said softly. Nathaniel paused outside the door but didn’t follow. Instead he smirked thinking it would be best if the team bonded without the “boss” for awhile and instead opted to going to Hawthorne's office to report and make his request. A few moments later he was standing at attention inside the Captains Office which double as her quarters. “At ease” she commanded, and Nathaniel let his hands slide behind his back. He smirked as he vaguely recalled that they would call the pose “duck tails” or something equally absurd when he was in grade school. “Ma’am?” He asked cautiously as Delphine rounded the desk, stomping towards Nathaniel and slapping him hard across the face. He nearly staggered to the floor but caught his footing and reached up to stroke his red cheek. “What the hell?” He hissed in confusion. “Don’t ever pull that hero crap again do you hear me?” She stood close to him feeling her offending hand but keeping her arms lowered. There was a look in her eyes, rimmed with moistness. “You know how it is Delphine…” Nathaniel scolded, “there’s no way in hell I’m letting my pilots bite the dust instead of me.” He glared at her for a long while but couldn’t bring himself to say anything else as he saw the emotions, she wasn’t willing to say. Slowly his hand dripped from his face to reach out and caress hers. They looked at each other for a long moment before he leaned in to kiss her. He was tired of fighting, tired of giving his all for no recognition beyond a paycheck. Most of all he was tired of feeling lonely, and right now Delphine was eager enough to make him not feel so lowly. What matter at that moment, was the here and now. Nathaniel wasn’t going to concern himself with the details. He didn’t stop her when she began to paw at his uniform, pulling them both towards her bed. —- The next few days the Archangel flew closer to the homeland, she was close enough for some shore leave which a few members took advantage of sporadically. She conveyed the results of the ambush and was directed to patrol the nation for any possible invasions. The assignment Chromatic team well; and they went to business, doing exactly as Nathaniel had promised. The team worked on drills and spent time addressing each person’s personal concern. Nothing was off the table as they went over everything from Mobile Suit maintenance, to firearm marksmanship. Nathaniel knew they had a long way until he would feel confident in their abilities, but maybe if they could function appropriately as a team everything else would fall into place. Nathaniel didn’t want to train mindless drones, he wanted to mold a squad of elite soldiers. He paid particular interest to Purple Frame’s new pilot Kali. The notion right now was that she would function as a back up pilot, but with no alternative she was assigned the extra unit along with the newest operating system that Morgenroete had developed. News trickled in that manufacturing of mass produced Astrays was fully under way, and that the first batch would be rolling out within a matter of weeks if not days. The politics back home didn’t settle down in the timeframe during the Archangel’s deployment. News soon spread of the attack on the Archangel and there was immense backlash against the Sieran family from their suspected ties. The crisis delayed the vote of the new chairman for a few more weeks, a move the other families saw as a desperate power grab from Lord Atha. Lord Sahaku on the other hand patiently played his hand, working the politics carefully. Everything changed on the morning of the election however. —- “Gentlemen it is with a heavy heart that I conduct this order of business. All ballots will be cast anonymously in this box here…” Lord Atha announced as he patted the ballot box in the middle of the conference table. “since I am stepping down from office…” The words were carefully chosen although everyone in the room knew he was being outed, “I will officiate the voting and only cast a vote myself in the event of tie.” The box was passed around with all the noble lords putting their votes into the box. Before long it was returned to Lord Atha who took several agonizing moments carefully making the tally. He closed his eyes and sighed out loud as he put the box away. “The new leader of our great country is Lord Sahaku.” The young Lord offered a cat like smile at the announcement, and stood up holding his hands up in thanks. He moved to the head of the table much to the glare of Lord Sieran who seemed on the verge of yelling out in an outrage. “My lords, thank you very much for your confidence. I promis-“ “This is an outrage! I demand a revote!” Everyone gawked at Lord Sieran who now stood up from his seat, “There’s no way you all want to follow this fool to this country’s demise?” He looked around accusingly as he held a hand out towards the new chairman. No one spoke up and it was Lord Sieran who finally replied, “Lord Sieran…..we conducted our vote to the rule… pleas-“ “I will not!” Lord Sieran yelled out in anger. He looked one more time for support from anyone on the council, but he received none. Grunting out in rage he stormed out from the conference room. Almost immediately camera flashed dazzled the Lord who looked bewildered. It was at that moment he decided to act, calling out loudly to the media. “Please! I will address all your concerns as your newly appointed chairman in due time!” The media frenzy and confusion followed the Lord as he almost ran to his car where Yuna waited patiently for his father. Lord Sahaku didn’t lash out as he caught some of the absurdities that Lord Sieran was spewing out. Instead, he quietly retreated to his office to handle the growing situation. “Well father what happened?” Yuna asked impatiently as his father slammed the door behind him. “Activate the auxiliary units! Driver! Take us to my bunker immediately!” Yuna wasted no time in doing his father’s bidding and pulled out his phone to make several calls. —— “Scramble! Scramble!” The commander of the first M1 Astray platoon cried out to his loyal men who ran into the Morgenroete factory on Onogoro island. Within minutes the entire facility was taken over by Lord Sieran loyalist who commandeered the newly constructed weapons. By the time the mobile suits began to march out of the factory there were at least a dozen suits ready to roll out with a dozen more nearly complete. The simple act of Sieran commanding troops to take over key military assets cemented the reality of what was happening, Lord Sieran was attempting a Coup. —— Hawthorne was sitting in the Captain’s chair when the call came in. “Ma’am it’s a call from command, they want to talk to you.” “Very well I’ll take it in my office.” The comm officer shook her head in response, “they’re insisting to address you in front of the crew.” Delphine gulped, that didn’t sound like a good thing, but she nodded, “alright put it through.” The display on the bridge and throughout the ship lit up and Lord Sahaku appeared, “My brave soldiers of the Orb Union. I am recalling the Archangel this instant. I have been elected as the rightful ruler of our nation and we must act swiftly to put down a rebellion by Lord Sieran. Our intelligence now believes that it was Lord Sieran who attempted to have the Archangel captured in the battle at the training site. To make matters worse, he’s acted quickly in securing Morgenroete, and we believe he is activating the M1 Astrays to fight for his outrageous claims as leader.” Despite herself Delphine put her hand up to her lips to hide the shock etched on her face. Her trance was interrupted by Lord Sahaku talking directly to her, “Captain, do you have the resolve to do your duty and take down these traitors?” Hawthorne sat up straight in her chair, “Of course sir! I speak for my crew when I say that we will do what needs to be done to protect the homeland.” She put on a brave front to show her resolve not just to the chairman but to her entire crew. Lord Sahaku nodded approvingly, “Good! I want your ship to proceed to Onogoro and recapture our facilities. It will be a set back, for each M1 you have to destroy, but if we don’t act quickly we might have Alliance troops landing on our shores rallying to Sieran. The Archangel will be the spearhead in this counterattack. Do our country proud!” The transmission ended and Hawthorne looked around to gauge the reaction of all her crew on the bridge. Nodding she announced, “All hands to your battle stations! Make our course the Morgenroete factory! All mobile suit pilots prepare for combat! This is not a drill!” —— Nathaniel didn’t have time to let shock settle in for him. Indeed, he let anger fuel his response as he got ready. He hated to learn that he had been betrayed by one of the Lords of his nation, they almost died at the hands of such a greedy politician. Zipping up his flight suit, Nathaniel paused as he held the helmet. He looked around to see his teammates trickling into the locker room too, all in various stages of getting ready. He grimaced as he considered that this next mission could get bloody and pulled the helmet over his face and sealed the visor. A few moments later he was in the cockpit of Gold Frame. He went through the sequence to fire up the operating system and activate all the sensors. He nervously checked the status of the latest gadget to be added onto his mobile suit, a prototype flight back. In theory it would let him cover a lot of ground quickly. One by one he saw the status icon of his team coming online. He hesitated before opening a comm channel with everyone. “I want a straight answer from everyone. If you want to sit this mission out, then tell me right now. There’s a good chance we’ll be fighting other Orb soldiers and if you can’t live with it then I need to know.” His tone reflected his serious nature, he was still worked up from the revelation, so he sounded angry even. “Just know that what we do, we do for all of Orb. We can’t have our National resources being controlled by illegitimate sources.”
    3 points
  4. The steady hum of his motorcycle was drowned out by the pouring rain that had managed to ambush Albus just as he was headed home. He had just been driving, roaming the streets of Tokyo without purpose. Sumeragi had put him on standby and that had made him restless. The Gundam Meister felt like a caged animal, foregoing all of the various forms of entertainment Tokyo had to offer in favour of having his own angst-fuelled pity party across the city at large, a tour cut short by the sudden influx of rain. Albus was about to make the turn onto his street when he saw it—or rather, her. Saji’s sister, Kinue Crossroad, running down a side-street and ducking into an alley, shoeless and soaked. The Meister pulled his bike over to a secluded spot and shut off the engine, watching as two imposing toughs entered the alley after Kinue. That doesn’t look good… Albus swung his leg over the bike and began working his helmet off his head as he made his way to the mouth of the alley. From within, he could hear an exchange—Kinue in distress, the flick of hidden blades, the same kind of tough guy chatter all the tough guys out there spew. Albus stood, silhouetted by the street lights, taking a second to assess his situation. He had the element of surprise—it’d be fairly easy to get the drop on the— The sound of screeching tires on the nearby street caused the thugs to turn their heads. Noticing him, they tried to warn him off, but Albus had already consigned himself to violence. Leaving Kinue here wasn’t an option. He tightened his grip on the helmet and cracked his neck. Albus tried to think of something clever, something heroic to say. “Tch,” was all he managed before he started to advance. The thugs redoubled their efforts to threaten him, waving their knives at him as he approached. But when Albus was within range, he swung his helmet at one, letting it fly as he grabbed the knife hand of the other with his own metal hand, squeezing as hard as he could. The second thug batted the helmet away with ease and tried to lunge at the Meister, only for his knife to be knocked out of his hand with a swift axe kick that left him reeling. Albus squeezed harder on the hand until he heard the delicate bones within begin to crunch. He then proceeded to swing the thug around, guiding him to stumble towards the entrance of the alley rather than the brick wall at the last second. Easy does it, He wanted to help her, not scare her. The second thug came at him again, his charge stunted by a side kick to the gut followed by a tornado kick that sent him crashing to the ground. Albus landed on the slick pavement and only just managed to keep his footing. He grabbed the thug he had just knocked out by his shirt and tossed him towards his buddy with the broken hand. “You’re gonna’ want to ice that,” Albus smirked. “If I catch you around here again—or anyone from whatever rinky-dink operation you come from—I’ll do more than break a hand. A lot more. Now get lost,” The thug scowled but nonetheless helped his partner to his feet. Once both of them had scurried off into the night-time deluge, Albus turned to Kinue and offered her his metal hand. “Let’s get you someplace dry, huh?”
    3 points
  5. The midnight blue-haired figure, dressed in a matching turtleneck with a brown coat and pants, would receive the news immediately upon sitting down. They took a moment to breathe in and looked out the window, spotting a white vintage convertible with a red synthetic leather top. Breathing out, their mind harkened back to driving the delightful vehicle into the parking lot minutes ago. Their contact in Sydney, an Observer who went by the moniker “Numbat”, had really gone out of their way to disguise modern equipment as historical replicas from the twentieth century. From the white convertible and its chrome “Saab 9000” badge, secretly an electric vehicle that benefited from the same breakneck acceleration as a modern sports car, to the modernized Browning HP pistols in the bag, blued with polished wood grips and chambered in a more contemporary cartridge. And then, their gift to the Meister, now trying to pierce a hole through the inner pocket of their cashmere coat: a replica of a Borchardt C93 pistol, originally made in what was now AEU territory, chambered in the same caliber as the Brownings to bring the weapon into the twenty-fourth century. The heavy but exquisite silver pistol with white pearl grips wasn’t a weapon as much as it was a piece of art, a statement in class, a heirloom from a more civilized, if simple age. The thought of putting on the white rubber gloves and using any of the pistols almost made Rai flinch, even though they knew Numbat personally, and knew the weapon’s eccentric owner probably kept authentic units of each model to themselves in a cold, dark cellar. “Well,” the Meister finally exclaimed, “so much for subtlety. It appears we will have to see for ourselves how well these work in the right here, right now. Unless you want me to have a go at that...” Rai pointed at Christina’s closed laptop, before dedicating Multi a warm smile, and making what could be interpreted as a sarcastic joke. “It could potentially save us from ridicule. You know, by the woman who can’t hold her liquor and the man who instead failed to maintain possession of a shield the size of two premium apartments?”
    3 points
  6. Edmund automatically drove the car, habit really guiding his use of the vehicle. He was still thinking to himself about the mystery note on his picture. His contemplation was interrupted by Sumeragi talking to him. Again, it wasn’t the first time he shunned the use of the mask; it’s not like she could see his features scrunched up in focus, she didn’t know she was interrupting him. Her remark did have him scoffing in amusement; imagining Albus driving was like envisioning a demolition driver working as a chauffeur. The laughter was grating to hear through the mask’s filter. He then tilted his head as she asked how he was. For the years they worked together she never went out of her way before to ask. He honestly thought she was a bit self-centered, always getting drunk, charming whoever needed it. It explained how she was dressed the way she was. Still, he couldn’t deny her tact, her ability to be on par with Veda with most details. Reaching up, Edmund shifted the collar of his suit, the tie digging into his neck. The outfit he had almost seemed bombastic as he word a suit and tie with his signature mask covering his head. Finally, he replied, “I’m doing well ma’am…” it was a lie, the lie he had been telling everyone since his accident. People always asking him how he was doing, or how he felt; they never understood. He could tell her right there that he was feeling a pain that was so intense that he just couldn’t explain it to anyone; and she wouldn’t care. Could he keep it up? Lying to everyone around him? What would happen to him after all the missions if he kept lying about himself? There was another eerie pause in the conversation before he spoke up, “Actually… I’m not alright…” his voice quivered as he tested out his relationship with the commander. He focused on a slow turn through traffic before adding, “I’m not convinced we’re taking the right course for our goal…” He realized as soon as he said the words that she could likely pull his privileges from piloting a Gundam just for saying that, but so be it. “Let me ask you something Ma’am…” the car wasn’t moving much so he took the chance to twist in his seat and look back at the attractive lady, “Why are you doing this? What caused you to commit to our cause?” It was an honest question, something he had been itching to ask many other members of Celestial Being. Edmund twisted back in his seat to look at the road but kept his gaze on the woman through the mirror, curious what she would say.
    3 points
  7. EPISODE 6: “Free Taribia!” “Down with the Union!” “Celestial Terrorists!” It seemed as if every news station on the planet was covering either the Union of Solar Energy and Free Nations, mostly due to the occupation of Taribia, or Celestial Being. Word had gotten out that the HRL’s orbital elevator had almost been caught in the crossfire with a Gundam, public opinion continued to plummet for the group. While a majority of protests around the globe were within Union countries, the entire world’s thoughts on the still new organization were mixed. Making sure to stay up to date was a massive part of a Forecaster’s job, but even Sumeragi was beginning to feel the after effects of these missions. She sighed as she scrolled through her datapad, the bumps on the road continuing to mess up her hair. She sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle, unknown if it was a rental or something the driver owned, as it continued down the busy road toward an underpass. She was neck deep in Union territory, but it would be the only place for the Forecaster to meet up with her contact. She didn’t tell any of the other crewmember where exactly she currently was in the US, only that what she was doing would be greatly beneficial to their cause. Sumeragi was already dressed to impress for the occasion, as was the individual to the left of her. “Thank you for picking me up, by the way.” She stated to the driver. “My hotel is pretty far from the airport unfortunately.” Traffic was piling up quickly as the sun began to set, the vehicle stopping smoothly behind another. “I should’ve assumed you’d be a good driver, considering your skills with a mobile suit. I bet Albus is a completely different story.” She giggled as she turned to the driver. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” She thought about this statement for a bit, realizing something. “Well technically I’ve NEVER seen you, but you know what I mean’t. How have you been doing?” She couldn’t tell what the driver would say, considering the fact that a mask hid his emotions. … SYDNEY “Absolutely not! That movie stinks!” A man and a woman were seated in a booth inside of a café on the outskirts of the Australian city. The woman quickly typed on her laptop as the man propped up a small zipped bag next to him. “I’m telling you, your taste in film is just awful.” Christina didn’t even look upward as she kept working on her computer, the man sighing as he drink a cup of coffee. “Come on, it’s a classic!” Multi scoffed at Christina’s opinion, but didn’t want to be too rude about his disagreement. “I can’t ruin this! It’s pretty much a date, until the third wheel shows up…” As he finished his drink, Christina grunted, stopping her key presses. “These guys are good, I can’t get through this firewall from here.” She closed the laptop, finally able to a somewhat enjoy her now chilled Latte. “Looks like we’re gonna have to do Plan B.” Multi gulped as he heard this. Inside the bag was a couple of masks specifically for Plan B… along with two Browning Hi-Power pistols. “That’s the much more dangerous one.” He sighed. While every crewmember was trained to handle weaponry, Multi wished the Meisters could just handle everything with their Mobile Suits. Strangely on cue, a dark blue haired individual came through the doors of the café, immediately sitting next to Christina and across from Multi. “Rai, we’re switching to Plan B.” Christina uttered quietly toward the new arrival. “We have some stuff that will help get us though, but I hope you brought your own ‘protection’.” The crewmember was unsure as to what the Meister was thinking about, though for him it didn’t involve a metal mask. Multi chuckled as he heard this. “Hopefully they got some cheese in stock here. We might be stuck in this café for a while. ... TOKYO Rain poured down upon Kinue Crossroad while she ducked into a nearby alley. Having to ditch her business shoes long ago, the puddles kept making her trip as she tried to find the nearest police station, to no avail. She wasn’t too far from her apartment, but there’d be no way that she’d make it back the speed she was going. “This is so stupid! You’re better than this!” She thought as she hid behind a dumpster. Two burly men in suits looked around the street in anger. “You’re only making this worse, reporter! Come on out.” One of them motioned to the alley, hearing the noise of a handbag opening. Kinue shook as she took pictures of the files she had, attempting to send them to her station. “Come on. Come o-ah!” The reporter felt a large hand pull on her hair as another grabbed the phone. “Big mistake.” One of the men said, crushing the device. Tossing Kinue onto the ground, she coughed as water from a puddle went into her mouth. “It’s a shame such a pretty face is gonna have to disappear. No one will find the body.” The two laughed as they pulled out switchblades, only to hear screeching of tires. A motorcycle parked across the alley, a white haired man getting off. “Hey, mind your own business, bud! You don’t wanna end up like her.” The red metal hand didn’t clue them in that something was up with this person. He wasn’t the type to back down from a fight…
    3 points
  8. Nathaniel’s gaze weighed heavy on Roane. The test pilot could tell his CO was trying his best to remain even-handed and impartial, but those eyes just kept making their way over to him and Geneva. It was reassuring to him, if only slightly, to recognize that his dark-haired comrade in the Blue Frame had made her own mistakes, but to be happy about it made him feel selfish. He didn’t want Geneva to fail any more than he wanted to fail himself. It was then that she decided to speak up—clearly eager to offer solutions rather than marinate in self-loathing like the red pilot was. She mentioned the squad getting to know each other better outside of combat to aid in cohesion on the battlefield. At this, Roane’s eyes flicked up and he glanced over at Keiran on the other side of the room. “Ah…actually, Keiran and I had something planned with regards to team-building. I’m not so sure that it’s what you had in mind but it might be nice in helping us relax after today’s…” he wanted to say debacle, but held the word back. “…lesson. Keiran can tell you more about that, sir, but I wanted to take a quick moment to address what might be an elephant in the room,” Speaking of elephants, the lump growing in his throat felt about the size of one and growing. He hadn’t exactly planned on drawing attention to himself but then again, a lot of things happened today that he hadn’t really planned for. Roane stood and cleared his throat. He looked around at his comrades, all of them dressed normally compared to him in his red and black crash-suit. “I’m going off of the assumption that all of you noticed and are either too polite to say anything or waiting for a quiet moment to really ream me out—which you’d be in the right to do—but in case some of you didn’t see it, I froze up out there today. For that, I apologize. I don’t come to this team from any kind of real military background—until recently I was little more than a Morgenroete test jockey taking these suits for a spin around the yard. I’m sincerely ashamed of what happened out there and infinitely glad that no one was wounded on my account,” Roane turned to face Nathaniel now. “Sir, with your permission, I would like to submit myself for additional training, perhaps in tandem with yourself or one of the other more experienced pilots,” Internally, Roane’s stomach roiled. If he wanted to last out there, he needed to learn how to keep it together and fight back.
    3 points
  9. Roane awoke with a start, pulled from a sleep fraught with disturbing dreams an automatic reminder that he had a meeting in ten minutes. The Red Frame’s pilot looked around, unsure at first of where he was and frightened by the tight space he found himself in. When at last he calmed down, however, he realized he was still in the Astray’s cockpit. He must have fallen asleep here after the mission, unwilling as he was to leave and face his teammates in person. Roane remembered seeing Keiran waiting for him via the mobile suit’s interior cameras but at some point his white-haired comrade must have given up and left him alone. It left an uneasy feeling in the pilot’s stomach. Was Keiran hanging around to chew him out? Roane checked his phone, pulling up the meeting information. The time of reckoning had come. There would be no avoiding the conversation now that it was official. He’d have to face his superior and his comrades and explain to them what the hell happened out there. Worse yet, he’d have to do it in his crash suit—there was no time to change at this point. -- Roane arrived almost at the same time as Geneva, thanking the heavens that there wouldn’t be any time for a one-on-one before the meeting officially began. Squeezing into the room behind her, Roane felt awkward in his padded normal suit as he took a seat and eyed the way his superior officer was sitting. What the hell is he doing? Roane quirked a brow, looking from Barondel to the hat tossed lazily onto the table. Still, the test pilot sat quietly, eyes downcast, as he awaited the arrival of his teammates.
    3 points
  10. A woman’s voice responded to his hail, informed him that she was having difficulty keeping her cargo secure in that familiar Scottish brogue he himself possessed in a slightly diluted fashion. She seemed insistent on calling him Mac, too, which caused him to quirk a brow and grimace. It was not a nickname he was used to, but to each their own and besides, he was too focused on the battle to mind. Then, from above a shower of junk pelted him and his comrades, as well as the opponents from whom they were trying to retreat. “Ach, the hell?” Roane asked as he watched the junk plane strafe across the sky. The woman hailed him again and this time the Red Frame pilot frowned in consternation. “Yeah, great, thanks,” he said to himself in the cockpit. “’Can’t keep my cargo secure my bleeding arse’,” he then muttered as he backed the Red Frame to safety. He boarded the Archangel at last and, once his mobile suit was secure in the hangar, sat back in his pilot’s chair and heaved a deep, long breath. Only then did he become cognizant of the tension that wracked his body, the muscles in his arms and legs twisted into firm, unrelenting knots—coiled springs threatening to burst. He remembered the breathing exercises they had taught him, went through them with measured time. In…2…3…4…out…2…3…4…5…. It was no good though. The more he tried to focus on relaxing, the more the fear trickled in. He had frozen on the battlefield, embarrassingly so. The lieutenant had even had to chastise him for it, and then he practically went berserk. He was lucky that he didn’t accidentally harm any of his teammates. I’m not a soldier… He had to remind himself of that fact. Everyone else out there with him had some sort of experience that he did not, the quintessential ‘it’ factor that separated the warriors from the people like him. He knew the Red Frame inside and out, knew how to make it sing as only a mobile suit can. But he didn’t know how to unlock its true potential, to see it actualize into the weapon that it fully and truly was meant to be. Maybe it would simply be a matter of time—but if he kept performing the way he had today they would kick him out and find someone more suited for the job. Then he’d be letting himself and the Princess down. Roane slammed his fists on the console, trying his best to avoid any sensitive pieces of equipment. He wanted to leave the cockpit but feared the reprimand that was invariably waiting for him beyond it. He pictured Nathan’s face—a man barely his elder—with its cool but stern aloofness bearing down on him. Roane didn’t particularly like the man—didn’t hate him either—it was a consequence of their meeting, he knew. But some part of him, quite possibly a heretofore unaddressed competitive side, still yearned for his respect as a member of the team. “But I blew it,” he muttered to himself, staring at the darkened screens around him.
    3 points
  11. Hello, my name is John and I am a Gundamholic.. .... Just kidding. My name is John, i am an old rpger. Been doing rpg, MUDs/MUX/MUSH/MOO for a while. Use to do table top rpg back with Second ed ADD and the THAC0 system, not to mention RIFTS. I also play Gundam Breaker Gunpla Battler and a fan of Duo Maxwell and Wing as well as SEED. Additionally, i am active in Scouts BSA, married with 3 kids, 13, 11 and 6. So I am older, in my 40s, but be kind. I also joke alot and cannot wait to get into the rps and conservations here. *looks around* So where could I drop Deathscythe into a now Wing RPG and get away with it?
    3 points
  12. Just a couple of photo manips I did for a couple of RPs here on the board (you'll see the originals first, followed by the manip). I plan on re-doing one. I'm looking for Gundam transparent/white background images to play around with. If you know of any resources or would like to share some images with me, it would be greatly appreciated! Let me know via Discord if you have any requests, I am pretty quick as long as my schedule permits it. ^___^
    3 points
  13. Roane had barely had any time to introduce himself to his new bunkmate before they were all called into the briefing room. He had just been in the middle of hanging up his swimsuit model poster when they got the call and he had to hastily smooth it out before rushing out of the room. As he sat in the meeting room, his mind wandered. He hoped the poster hadn’t fallen down—it was a limited edition after all, signed by the model herself. Roane wasn’t one to label anything as priceless, but that poster came close. A glance from Hawthorn, the woman that had recently been promoted and the Archangel’s new captain, told him that he had been caught out in his daydreaming. The test pilot, panicked, tried to look as focused and interested in what the lieutenant had to say. He wasn’t, of course, but he didn’t want to get in trouble with the higher-ups. Roane had expressed his disinterest in being on the battlefield but it seemed to have gone on deaf ears. His knowledge and experience as a test pilot for the Astrays had made him an ideal candidate and his military rank had more or less locked him into any and all decisions his superiors meant. Enlistment had been a condition of his working on the Astray project—if he had known it’d wind up with him fighting, would he have still joined on? Roane side-eyed his new teammates, all clad in their Orb uniforms while he was still dressed in his Morgenroete get-up. Aside from the worry that he might get dinged for it later, his difference in attire set him off from the rest. When the meeting was dismissed, Roane hung around outside the briefing room as the others wandered off. He waited for his white-haired roommate to exit the room as well. “Hey, mate, hold on a sec,” he said, pulling him aside. “Didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier—name’s Roane. I’m the Red Frame’s pilot going forward. I figured, since we’re squaddies now, you and I and the others might find something fun to do before all the hustle and bustle. What do you think?”
    3 points
  14. "Again." "AGAIN. COME ON GENEVA!" Time and time again, the Blue Frame kept taking a beating from its AI opponent. With her small range of weaponry, the pilot wondered how she'd even be able to take down a squad of GINN's, let alone the red machine Nathaniel fought. "I don't get it..." She wondered, the Blue Frame beginning to power down. "This is a top of the line mobile suit. I took down two GINN's in reality. Why can't I take anything down in this?" Geneva rested her head on her hand as the cockpit door swiveled open. She felt horribly defeated, only to notice in array of weapons near their mobile suits. "T-those are for us, right?" She hoped the mechanics wouldn't get angry with her question, not wishing to ruin a higher up's loadout plan. However, it seemed as if the pilots would have a little more control than she had once thought... Soon after, she joined up with the rest of the important crew members in the Archangel's briefing room. For the first time, she was able to see who the other pilots even were, though she wasn't yet sure who was piloting what. The one who caught her attention the most had blinding white hair and a scary expression. "Better not mess with him." Geneva thought while noticing the other's uniforms. It was official. These people were apart of her team for good, so she knew there would have a be an eventual time to become friendly with them, much to her dismay. As she listened more to her superior speak, she learned that the "Astray Wing" unit was going to be leaving the vicinity, heading for a training ground. "Wait... Maybe I can try that rifle combo, or that bazooka!" Thoughts raced through her head, wondering if piloting the mobile suit in real life again would help with her lacking abilities. Whatever the case, they were leaving soon and she HAD to be ready to prove herself worthy to be a Frame pilot.
    3 points
  15. (Thank you Roromi for running dialogue with me!) Kali’s shoes clicked on the metal floor as she approached Captain Hawthorne’s office. The mechanical door slid open with a hiss. Kali hesitated for a moment, took a breath to calm her racing heart, and entered. The door closed behind her and Kali found herself stopping betwixt two empty chairs that faced a desk, the chair behind the desk and the person sitting in it was not facing her direction. Kali’s hands found each other and clasped together as if hugging each other for comfort. Her thumb caressed the back of her hand as she waited to be acknowledged. Her eyes lowered noticing the datapad on the desk. Kali couldn’t help but look at the contents on display, a purple gundam rotated on the screen. Annotations flashed on the screen but that’s not what drew Kali’s attention, it was the red discrepancies and unidentified data that intrigued her. To the common eye, the gundam was seemingly standard but just a glance at the discrepancies and the unknown data meant the gundam may have more capabilities than it had initially. Kali cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses, momentarily forgetting where she was. She was intrigued, what did the Orb Union plan to do with the gundam, did they share the same sentiments she had about the gundam. She looked back to the chair, “Captain?” she asked hoping to make sense of why she was there and what the captain had in mind for her on Archangel. Hawthorne lowered her hand from her forehead and muttered something. She turned around with a smirk on her face that evaporated into a look of surprise, “oh hello Kali! You caught me off guard!” She smiled and looked around as if to make sure there wasn’t anything embarrassing out in the open. She sat up a little taller then motioned on a chair in front of her. “Please have a seat!” She waited a moment for the girl to sit before she casually asked, “so do you have any idea why I asked you to come here?” A soft yet nervous formed on her lips, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Lieutenant Barondel said I could find you here." she explained as she took the seat that was offered, "Thank you." she said softly as she crossed her legs and rested her hands in her lap, "Honestly, Captain, no. I have been wondering what I could contribute. I'm merely an analyst. I am glad I was able to assist during the blitz. I was wondering what you had in mind honestly." Kali managed. She closed her eyes and took a breath, glad that her anxiety didn't get the best of her. Hawthorne purses her lips as she leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk she continued. “To be frank I thought you did an outstanding job during the crisis. It’s not often you find people who impress yourself so it’s a responsibility to reach out to you.” She paused and eyed the girl.” I want you to serve in this ship with us, with the military.” Kali was astounded, "I..." she didn't think she contributed much but for the Captain to say she did an outstanding job filled Kali with a sensation she hadn't felt before, "Thank you, Captain." she finally said. Kali wasn't sure what was happening but to be asked to serve was beyond something she'd ever done. She lowered her eyes in thought, she didn't have a home, come to think of it she wasn't sure about the well-being of her family or her friends and colleagues. Who would protect them? If she could help them if the Captain felt she could help, why wouldn't she? "I accept." she said with determination, "It would be an honor, captain." Nodding her agreement, Delphine added, “perfect I’m glad to hear it then!” She rustled through her desk to pull out some recruitment forms and slid them between them. “How about we get you started then! We plan on putting off soon and I’d like to cut any red tape to have you on board. Command is giving us a lot of leeway with resources and materials.” She waited for Kali to sign her life away and put a finger up to her chin, “hmm we’re running low on bunk space I might need to have you set up in the pilots' quarters…” she was more talking to herself at this point. Kali brightened at Captain Hawthorne's enthusiasm. She nodded eagerly and watched as the captain slid the recruitment forms in front of her. Kali glanced over the paperwork before deciding to throw caution into the wind and sign the paperwork, "The pilot's quarters?" she asked as she signed and set down the pen. She sat back in her seat, "Are you expecting me to pilot?" she asked in awe. Her eyes couldn't help but look at the purple gundam displayed on the datapad again. Delphine laughed at the expense of Kali’s optimism, “no! No… we barely have one unit working with a prototype Natural operating system, I doubt you could even move one of the mobile suits if you wanted… no you’ll just be putting up with another pilot at night… probably Geneva if I had to guess…” she added thoughtfully as she scooped up the papers. “Go ahead and report to the armory for a uniform and we’ll get you settled in and figure out where you can do the most help!” She had a reassuring smile as she stood up to shake the girl's hand. Recruiting Kali was as much reassuring Hawthorne’s confidence as the ship captain as it was getting personnel onboard. Kali smiled even though she was somewhat disappointed, "Of course." she half-heartedly said in agreement more to save face than anything else. She gathered herself up from the chair and took the captain's hand in her own, "Thank you, Captain. I will do my best." she said. She lowered her eyes in thought for a moment and looked at the captain, "Will I have access to the data collected on the mobile suits?" she asked. She wasn't sure but something told her there was more to learn and she wanted to have a working knowledge moving forward, this was but one way to do just that. Hawthorne offered a knowing smile, “I’ll see what I can get you access to private.” She cocked her head, “what exactly do you have in mind for that data?” Kali could have made an excuse but she was terrible at being dishonest. Lying was something that she wasn't suited for. Kali clasped her hands in front of her again, her eyes lowered in thought for a moment before raising them to look at Hawthorne, "Captain, one of the mobile suits you have in your possession has some anomalous and encrypted data that I feel warrants further scrutiny." Kali explained, her eyes were focused as she recalled what she gleaned from the datapad. She blinked and lowered her eyes, "I apologize for looking at the datapad without your authorization, Captain, it caught my eye. I've never seen anything like it. At first glance, it appears to be a standard mobile suit but with the anomalies and encryption, it may have more capability if properly analyzed and unlocked. Hence why I asked." Kali explained sheepishly. The captain squinted some at her reasoning but slowly nodded her head, “that is very perceptive of you….” Her eyes peered at Kali for a long moment before she nodded, “very well. I’ll see what I can do. You’re dismissed, Kali.” She ended with a friendly smile and nodded towards the door. Kali gave a satisfied smile to the captain nodding before turning on her heels and exiting the office. She hoped that she would get to see the data for the mobile suit soon! She beamed with joy before looking down the hallway with a blank stare. She forgot to ask where the armory was. She looked back at the closed door, she couldn’t fathom going back in and asking. She winced in frustration and confusion, “I’ll figure it out…” she muttered half-heartedly as she walked down the hall and turned the corner, “Perhaps this way?” she wondered aloud before rushing back and turning another corner, “Maybe this way…”
    3 points
  16. “Alright, Roane,” came a voice over the Red Frame’s radios. “Tilt left hand 45-degrees and flex those fingers for me,” “Roger that, Micha,” Roane said, poking away at some buttons in the cockpit before doing as he was asked. “Movement on the rotational axis feels a bit sluggish. A little bit of recalibrating and some grease should fix that right up though,” he muttered to himself. “How about you leave the diagnostics to the scientists, Roane,” Micha said, laughing. Roane looked up to his co-worker on the screen. Micha Redwood was standing across from him on the catwalk, datapad in hand, clad in his orange jacket that told everyone around that he was an Morgenroete employee. Roane was wearing his own as well as he sat in the cockpit. Normally, he’d be in his test suit if he was in the chair, but he had only wanted to check some things quickly as the Astrays underwent their refits. Of course, as soon as he sat down in the cockpit, ‘a quick check’ turned into an hour-long diagnostic run of systems that they’d tested again and again. “Just want to make sure it’s running as efficiently as possible, Micha,” he said, flipping some more switches and focusing on a smaller screen to his left. “Energy output is suboptimal too. Seems like one of the subsystems is drawing a bit more power than it should be,” “And if you can tell me what subsystem that is, I’ll get a team on it right away. Otherwise I humbly ask that you vacate the mobile suit and let me get on with this refit. Time is money and we have four of these things to get finished,” Micha responded, knowing full well that his friend wouldn’t have the answer. “Fine, fine,” Roane chuckled, opening the cockpit. “I’ll leave you guys to it. I have to go make sure they didn’t mess up my stuff when they were moving it. You guys can survive without me for ten minutes?” “Hell, we could probably survive without you for twenty,” Micha said, watching Roane exit the machine and join him on the catwalk. “Take your time, MacMaster. The Astrays aren’t going anywhere without you and the others,” Roane smirked and gave his friend a casual salute as he walked off towards the crew quarters he had been assigned, marvelling every step of the way at the engineering of the Earth Alliance ship they had commandeered. He had seen a few very classified documents when he joined the Astray project that talked about the Archangel-class. Jointly developed by the Alliance and Morgenroete, it shared some DNA with the Orb Izumo-class. Of course, he had never been on an Izumo, or even seen one, but he knew at least that the first ship of its class belonged to the Sahaku family. Roane thought back to the day of the Heliopolis incident. He had been locked up on this very ship under suspicion of treason and thrown in the brig alongside the original Alliance crew of the vessel. He wondered what had happened to them and to that one lieutenant—Ramius or something—in particular. Lost in his daydreaming, Roane had completely missed his quarters and had to backtrack. It was a small room with two beds and little else. His boxes had been placed with at least some care on his bed. The test pilot set about unpacking his things then, his thoughts continuing to drift back to that fateful day.
    3 points
  17. “God damnit,” Albus spat as he looked down into the dark waters of the Tokyo harbor. He had hidden the Exia in a secluded enough spot, a corner of the docks where there was little in the way of traffic and night-time work being conducted. “But still…why did I decided to hide it underwater?” he asked himself, folding his arms. He turned to look at the city rising behind him. Unless he had parked it somewhere up in the mountains outside of the city proper, there was no where else it could have been and hiding it outside the city would have made quick access an impossibility. Albus sighed again as he hastily began to remove articles of clothing. They were all far too large for him, baggy to the point of excess but not to the point of suspicion—the whole point was to avoid that but keep them big enough to conceal his normal suit beneath them. No way in hell am I getting my good clothes soaked When at last he was free of his clothes, he opened his backpack, removed his helmet and placed it over his head. Then he stuffed his clothes back into the bag, slung it over his shoulder and, with some hesitation, dove head-first into the water. The Exia was deep, deeper than anyone would bother to look for it, or such was the hope. It was also, coincidentally, deeper than Albus cared to hold his breath for. As he approached his Gundam, the Exia’s eyes lit up, the robot coming to some facsimile of life as it sensed its Meister drawing near. In a few short minutes, Albus was seated comfortably at the controls, the last of the water purging from the cockpit as he hailed the Ptolemaios. “This is Exia,” he said, sliding the visor of his helmet up. “Proceeding to mission coordinates. Someone want to tell me what I should expect when I get there?”
    3 points
  18. (Thanks to Grayson, and Confectrixx for the dialogue!) There had been some commotion outside the cell just before the door was opened. Nathaniel strode in a moment later, dressed in a full Orb uniform. He flashed Kieran a sympathetic look, “how you holding up private?” The words almost felt jarring given the circumstances. Nathaniel took off his hat and held it in front with both hands. “Been a rough few days I imagine?” Keiran looked up when he heard the commotion, smiling a little as he saw Nathaniel "Welcome to my humble abode, sir" He chuckled, his hair was pretty messy, and he looked tired "Alright.. All things considered, What's been going on outside?" He asked Nathaniel looked around somewhat distastefully at the scarce quarters. “The politicians have been having an identity crisis.” He mused as he paused to look at Kieran, “we have been the ones to pay for their hesitation for what has already happened. I think they don’t appreciate having their secrets exposed.” He offered a worldly wink to Kieran. “How about you? What’s your plans after you get out of here?” Nathaniel’s tone was lighthearted at best given the circumstances. Keiran chuckled a little and nodding along as he listened to what his superior said "Me? well, No family left to take care of so I guess It's back to the military for me" He said "I wanna get back at them for what they did ya know? But at the same time..." He let a childish grin show on his face, just a little though "There are people here I wanna fight for too" The Lieutenant nodded thoughtfully at Kieran’s reply. It was as good as any reason to want to fight and serve. “Well then you’re gonna want this new assignment I got up my sleeve.” He cocked an eyebrow at his peer, “I got permission to assemble a task force, my pick… “ he let out a big breath before adding, “I need mobile suit pilots, you know any?” It was clear enough what Nathaniel meant as he eyed Kieran. “You're in luck sir, cause I do" He said "I know a guy perfect for the job, white hair, devilishly handsome.. Keiran Larris, you know the guy?" He chuckled and then got up, dusting himself off and stretching "He did mention wanting to keep the green frame too" he smiled. Nathaniel allowed himself a chuckle. “It is your lucky day then. That thing was in shambles last you saw it, should be up to par for this next go out.” He paused as he turned towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.” He nudged his head towards the exit and began to leave. “You got it, boss" He said, straightening himself up and then following Nathaniel, looking both ways of the hallway before joining, he felt pretty good about himself, the new assignment sounded like a good opportunity for him as well —— Nathaniel came up to the door of the quarters he was dreading to have to enter. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door, a voice inside distantly told him to enter. Pressing the button, the door swooshed aside and the Lieutenant strode in, snapping to attention. “Lieutenant Barondel reporting for duty ma’am!” The smirk Hawthorne returned to Nathaniel was both Infuriating and amusing at the same time. The captain leaned back in her chair and put her hands up behind her head. “At ease Lieutenant…” she half laughed out loud. Nathaniel felt his cheeks burn at her casual rank taunting she was doing with him. They both knew that if it was anyone else she wouldn’t be acting so nonchalant. Shaking his head, Nathaniel asked “so now that you’re finally free of my control this is how you’re going to act as captain?” The woman gave an amused laugh and almost immediately Nathaniel could sense something behind her laughter that wasn’t there before. “You know Nathan, it is because of you I’m even in this position.” She taunted. Scowling Nathaniel retorted, “hardly Delphine, we both knew you would get this high in your career. You didn’t need some upstart coordinator in your way.” He paused seeing that her expression showed her not buying his modesty. “I’m glad for you, really! You have more of a presence for command than I care to exhibit. And the fact that we get to keep working together is a plus!” His tone grew hopeful as Hawthorne let a smirk grow on her face. “You know we’re not in the same branch anymore right? You may be spec ops, but this position is firmly under the Navy.” He couldn’t hide his puzzled expression at her remark, and the captain hesitated before continuing, “I was… worried about you… at Heliopolis…” her voice was soft, her tone more sincere. Shifting the weight on his legs Nathaniel cut in abruptly, “how’s Frank doing?” The question seemed to pause Delphine as she smiled and nodded, “he’s doing fine… he’s excited for my promotion, seems to think it’ll keep me out of trouble.” She allowed an uneasy chuckle as she looked at Nathaniel. The Lieutenant gave a nod before rocking his head to motion to the door. “I gotta get settled in and get a feel for the ship, figure out where my people will be. I just wanted to check in Delphine.” “Sounds good Lieutenant, carry on then.” She gave him a tired looking smile as she resigned to the situation. Nathaniel saluted and left the captains quarters. As the door swished behind him he let out an uneasy breath as if he had been holding it in the entire time. He paused to gaze back at the sealed door and slowly shook his head. As the Lieutenant marched down the hall he saw a mousey looking girl looking around like she might be lost. She looked like she could be a civilian with the clothes she was wearing, which was all the more confusing seeing on the state of the art battleship. “Excuse me ma’am can I help you with something?” Ever on edge Nathaniel casually looked around the hallway to see if there was any surprises. Even as he got closer to her he squinted thinking that he had somehow seen the girl before, although he couldn’t place where. Kali glanced over her shoulder as she turned to look at the person who addressed her. She immediately recognized him, “Lieutenant!” She said in surprise. She brought her hand to her lips in attempt to hush herself but she soon realized it that she could not course correct something that had already occurred. She smiled softly and lowered her hand and eyes simultaneously looking to the reflective floor, “Yes, I was asked to wait here by Captain Hawthorne. I’m not sure if I should leave... it has been a while. Perhaps she’s forgotten about me which is understandable given what recently occurred. Maybe I should go home...” her anxiety was speaking for her and her voice softened into silence, “I don’t have a home... anymore.” She muttered, “Could you help me find the captain?” She managed to ask with a sheepish look and awkward grin. Nathaniel’s squint turned into an eyebrow raise as he realized that he must know her. A grin grew on his face, “forgive me ma’am but I don’t seem to recall who you are? Have we met?” He reached up to fix his hat. He seemed set on figuring out the mystery of how they knew each other before pointing her to the office. His grin put her at ease and helped her feel less of off place. She felt herself become less tense and a calmness soothed her anxiety. Her awkward smile warmed, “You could say that we’ve met Lieutenant Barondel. I was by the captain’s side when the Aegis attacked. I’m glad we were able to alert it’s presence to you.” She was certain here presence went unnoticed and that he didn’t hear her voice with all the commotion and the radio chatter. He let out a helpless chuckle at the revelation, “ah so you’re one of the civilians who was helping us out! That sure was a sticky situation…” he lamented as it dawned on him that she likely lost her home during his last sortie. Nathaniel grimaced as the thought but quickly recovered, “thank you very much, that warning really helped all of us out.” He bowed politely then straightened up, “Captain Hawthorne’s office is at the end of the hall on the right, last door.” He turned to point behind him then glanced at the girl to make sure she understood. “I’m glad I was able to help. One of the officers was injured during the skirmish, it all happened rather suddenly.” Kali recalled. It b was an out of character moment for her to step up in a seemingly dire situation. His appreciation made her feel less like a fish out of water which in turn made her feel relieved that she wasn’t some burdensome civilian impeding on military affairs. She turned to the hall on the right side and she turned back to see him glancing in her direction, “Thank you... for doing what you did. You saved us.” She said in soft gratitude. She wasn’t sure if they’d meet again or if she would ever get the opportunity to express her appreciation for surviving such an ordeal. Nathaniel nervously nodded, “all part of the job ma’am. Thanks!” He waved as he turned around to leave. —- Lined up in a row stood five mobile suits, all looking nearly identical save for the colors separating them. Technical crews scurried over the machines like ants, two machines getting slightly more attention than the other three. The green and purple frames were respectively looking more disheveled as they were technically being assembled still, but looked just about ready. Nathaniel gripped the guard rail as he studied the machines with awe and reverie. He tried to clear his mind from his earlier interaction with Hawthorne as he regarded these monuments of power. He thought of how long he’d known the woman, how long he’d been in the military. He liked his career, he couldn’t imagine life as a civilian, like that girl he’d met in the hall. His passion for his professional life often left his personal life at a loss. He’d hardly known any solid relationships outside the uniform and he often found it hard to connect with people not in the military. He let out a profound sigh, before today he was looking forward to the assignment, glad to be off the hook for Heliopolis; but now he wasn’t so certain. His eyes traced the edges of each Gundam, the armor of the suits reminding him vaguely of ancient samurai. These five machines could very well be the saving grace for his entire country; by contrast, his problems felt insignificant. He heard orders being shouted out and looked down to see a blonde woman in an orange blazer of sorts telling workers what they should be doing. She wore glasses and had a certain beauty about her. “Morganrate… Simmons…” he muttered to himself. If she was here then it was evident that Orb wasn’t pulling any punches in getting this operation off the ground. Easing his grip on the rail, Nathaniel pushed himself away and walked back to the corridor leading to the pilot quarters. He could hear commotion from some of the rooms he thought. He came to the room at the end of the hall that would be his and his alone. “Perks of being in command.” He mused as he entered the room to look at his things he had set on the bed in a rucksack. Sighing he entered the room to fully settle in. He had a briefing to do soon and didn’t want to fall behind on his self imposed tasks.
    3 points
  19. Keiran drew in a breath as he was kept in a holding cell, he really wasn't sure what had happened after the colony was torn apart, in fact.. he had even thrown up a little in his own mouth when it happened he leaned back against the wall and shut his eyes, this new team he had been transferred to caused him quite a bit of trouble, nevertheless he sat back and and tried to relax.. they were a good bunch of people, at least, worth working with and protecting should the going get tough. "Ugh..." He got up and paced the room over and over, what was he gonna do? What was gonna happen? He was in a ship in the middle of space, without a helmet. "Are they gonna send me out the airlock?.." He wondered, squatting down and then pulling at his hair a little "Makes me feel sick.." He said, shutting his eyes and then trying to recall everything that happened. He helped the Red Frame carry the materials and equipment into the angel, and upon finishing said goal.. he went to rush back to assist his allies.. and that's when it happened, the place that he, his family, and many friends could safely call home was well and truly gone.. and that angered him, quite a lot.. so much so that he had punched the metal side of his cockpit and hurt his hand in the process. He drifted a little in space before calming down and returning to the angel; where he was apprehended, and found himself in the situation he's in now. Keiran was now sat back against the holding cell wall once more, groaning and waiting for.. something to happen, anything, an execution would be better than to be left to rot in the dark, he thought, actually.. scratch that, he didn't want to die, he felt like there was more he was supposed to do in life, but he really didn't know what that could be, at least.. he didn't know yet.
    3 points
  20. What does one do on a battleship? Kali asked herself. A cup of tea sounded so good at that moment. Her stomach gurgled as well and perhaps lunch... or dinner? Everything happened so fast and now things moved at a snail’s pace as she waited patiently on the bridge. A delicate finger gently pushed her large circular glasses up to rest against the bridge of her nose, the silent curse most glass-wearers were burdened with. Her white lab coat was dusty, torn, and smeared but it was the only thing of comfort to her. She tugged her jacket in place over her red dress and shirt blouse. She did her best to tidy herself and stay out of the way of those that knew their purpose and moved to execute it with diligent efficiency. A sigh escaped as her nervous fingers crawled to fix her hair, adjust a bobby pin here and there, and tuck a frazzled piece of hair back in its place. She wondered if she should flag one of the soldiers that moved to and fro to assist her in finding Captain Hawthorne or maybe a way for her to go home? She went to raise her hand to get the attention of someone but she second guessed herself and lowered her mid-flight hand, what would she say? How would she say it? What was the proper etiquette in addressing military personnel? Did she have to salute? Or curtsy? No! That’s royalty! Her hand instead decided to nurse the headache that accompanied her anxious thoughts. She wanted to go home but she remembered her flat going up in a blaze after she was shuttled aboard the gargantuan ship. Her brown eyes glanced around again as silence fell about her. Her black Mary Jane shoes tapped and echoed as she approached the panoramic view of the skyline of Heliopolis, “I wonder why Captain Hawthorne felt it would be best for me to stay here...I don’t know how much of an asset I’d be to the military... I’m just an analyst.” She mused out loud.
    3 points
  21. (Thanks to Frosty and Judge for doing the dialogue with me!) A knocking came at the door to give Geneva a warning and a moment later Nathaniel strode into the cell in his naval uniform. The Lieutenant looked around the room before settling his gaze on Geneva. “Ensign.” He stated curtly, “how are you doing?” “Sir?” She responded, sitting down on her bed. “I’m fine.” Geneva looked down at the floor dejected. “I just... what’s going on? Why am I held in here? I thought we were doing a good thing for our nation, sir.” Glancing at the naval uniform, she knew something was up, but didn’t quite know what. Nathaniel looked tired and he motioned to the bed next to her, indicating he would sit and join her. He cleared his throat, he wasn’t used to seeing anyone from his team out of uniform much less in such a bizarre situation. “The big wigs are overreacting... they are scrambling to scape goat someone for Heliopolis.... I saw the report...” he paused to search for the right words, “you did everything right ensign. They will sooner hang me before they get to you Geneva...” he looked at her, his expression sincere. “Are you... are you still willing to serve? After all this?” She sighed as she heard her superior, her friend speak. “I don’t have anything else. I can’t just leave it all behind, but I did screw up out there. If this is as serious as it is, I don’t want to put lives in danger.” She thought about the Blue Frame and how she used it. “But... I want to continue. I need to prove that I can be a good ally. Sorry, I kinda rambled...” Nathaniel flashed a smile, “it’s fine Ensign, I’d probably be feeling much the same as you are right now. I’m glad you’re still willing to help. As you know there aren’t all that many coordinators in our country and even less who are in the military.” He motioned with his hand to the cell, “all this doesn’t do them justice for just how much they need you. I’ll cut to the chase. I’ve been tasked by our benefactor to set up a task force. I could really use you on it.” He gave her a pleading look but didn’t press beyond that. “Welp. I guess so.” She stood up from her bed. “It’s nice and quiet here, but I need to do what’s right.” Being a coordinator, it meant there would be these special perks, but she still hadn’t proved it in battle yet. Perhaps it was time. “Alright sir, when do we start?” Nathaniel stood up and motioned for the door. “How about tomorrow?” He headed for the exit himself. “I need you to clean up and meet me at Morganrate at 0600. We gotta callibrate the Astray units and get them ready for testing and action. It’s my understanding that we’ll have a mission real soon.” ——- As Roane was escorted out of the holding room his handcuffs were removed. Eerily enough he found himself standing in an adjourning room with one other person, a diminutive woman dressed in a ceremonial uniform with a rank too high for such a young girl. “So you’re the guy who commandeered one of our suits?” Her face and tone added a silent “you don’t look so impressive.” At the end of her question. But the Princess of orb wasn’t known for her charming personality. "Commandeered? Not impressive?" Roane rubbed his sore wrists, now free. "Lass, I'm practically that mobile suit's Uncle. No one can pilot it like I can. Besides I was already in it when those spooks tried to--" only then did he notice the absurd rank on the lapel of her uniform, the various clues and details clicking together and telling him that this wasn't some random girl, but his boss's boss's boss's daughter and a honest-to-god princess to boot. Roane immediately snapped to attention, saluting Cagalli whilst standing as straight and firm as he could. "Apologies you're highness, I didn't realize. You are correct, ma'am I'm not impressive at all, just a test-pilot who is very sorry for everything that happened," Cagalli scowled at the man’s reckless behavior and let out a sigh as he finally caught on. She shook her head, resigned to her options. “Fortune would have it that you were there to help our people Private.” She stated the rank more so to remind the man of his place. “Look, I hate to even approach you like this but circumstances have gotten a little of out of control here if you haven’t noticed…” she put her hands on her hips to look at the pilot, “I came here to personally ask for you assistance…” her voice trailed as if she wasn’t quite sure herself if this was the right person to even ask. "Me? Assistance?" Roane folded his arms across his chest. "What could a princess of Orb possibly want from some nobody R&D guy such as myself?" Roane quirked a brow. She mentioned...circumstances--what did that mean exactly? A kernel of an idea sprouted in his mind. "You're about to ask me to do something stupid, dangerous and maybe even..." he scanned the corners of the room for cameras. "...illegal, aren't you?" Cagalli blushed at the mention of something illegal but shook her head. “No!...no… look. I don’t know how political you are but in case you didn’t know my father is on the verge of being outed… right now the fate of Orb is in the hands of Morganrate… I think just about everyone can agree that if we can develop a viable operating system for naturals then it could really change things for our nation.” She paused her rambling to look at the man, “in any case I know that when you leave this building you are going to approached by a man, the pilot of the Gold Frame I believe. He’s going to want you to join his group… I need you to agree to go along with him.” She furrowed her brow to study his reaction closely. "An OS for naturals, huh? I'm not much of a codemonkey, but that sounds like something we can do. I'll talk to my team and--" he was cut off by the rest of Cagalli's plan--her real plan--for him. "The Gold Frame? You mean that spec ops guy? And you want me to just...join up with him? Does that mean I'm going into battle then? Is he one of our guys?" he had so many questions and they all spewed out of him with ease. Eventually he had to stop himself, holding up his hands. "You know what, I don't have much choice do I? This feels very much like one of those 'do it or kiss your cushy job behind' kind of deals," he sighed. "Fine, I'll go with the spook then," Cagalli clearly looked uneasy asking for such a thing. “I- no Orb appreciates your cooperation Roane. I need you to understand that there is going to more than just that… I need you to report to me, discreetly of what it is your unit will be doing. Do you understand?” Roane's cheeks glowed the slightest shade of pink as he averted his gaze. "Ah, uh, well..." he scratched the back of his head. "Of course, your highness. I'm just a scientist, but I'll do whatever I can. For the greater good, you know?" Roane looked back at the Orb princess and gave her a deep bow. "I'll be off then, ma'am. If you need me, I'm sure you have people that can find me," and with that, Roane exited the room. Cagalli gave a slight nod at the test pilot and watched him leave. She let out a deep breath when he was gone and clenched her fist. “If only that idiot knew how important it really is…” she muttered to herself. Just as Cagalli predicted as soon as Roane left the building another man approached him in a naval uniform. His insignia designated him as a Lieutenant. “So…” he stated matter of factly, he stood directly in front of Roane, arms crossed. “You’re the guy who took red frame out is that right?” His tone was inquisitive, and his expression showed less than amusement as he studied Roane. *These people really don't waste any time* Roane thought as the man Cagalli mentioned stood before him, blocking his path. He didn't look particularly happy to be recruiting the test pilot, which immediately put Roane on edge. "Aye, I'm the guy who saved the machine your boys tried to hijack. Roane MacMaster, Morgenroete R&D and Leading Private," Roane placed his hands on his hips. "There something I can help you with, mate? I assume you're one of them spec ops boys?" Nathaniel clenched a fist, very much wanting to punch the test pilot right there but fought the urge. Instead through gritted teeth he said, “before we get started you should know that Ed Shiro was a good man…” he flashed Roane a look of pure hatred which lasted for just a moment before he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and looked up at Roane, “my name is Nathaniel Barondel, I’m the pilot of Gold Frame. To cut to the chase Roane MacMaster… we need your help with further developing the Astray series… I’m putting together a team and right now you’re probably the most experienced with the machines.” He side eyed Roane, seeing if the pilot was quick enough to catch on to what was going on. Roane, sensing the man's thinly-veiled malice, narrowed his eyes. This Nathan fellow wasn't much older than him but, like it or not, he was higher up on the food chain. "I bear no ill-will towards your comrade. I regret that things happened the way they did. But what was I supposed to do?" The test pilot rubbed his wrists and met Barondel's gaze, unwavering. "I'll help you, if only to make up for what happened and because I feel like I don't have much choice. But keep one thing in mind, Lieutenant Barondel--when it comes to the Astrays, I know more than you ever will. If these machines ever see their day on a real battlefield as effective units, its because my team and I made it so," Nathaniel let a breath out nodding his agreement with Roane’s assessment of the situation. Chaotic things happen on a battlefield. He sniffed and looked back at the pilot. His tone amused Nathaniel in a good way. There was a twinkle in the Lieutenant’s eye as he allowed a smirk, “I hope you’re right, because we may have to test their full ability in the near future.” His tone was much more civil this time, he could recognize the fellow pilot for what he was, a pilot. “We leave in the morning, meet up at the dry dock you can’t miss our ride!” He offered his hand for a shake, “I’ll have your paperwork ready when you get onboard.” He promised. Roane took the man's hand and shook it. "I wish I could say I look forward to it, Lieutenant, but truth is I'd rather be as far away from the battlefield as possible. But you can count on me to get these things up to speed," Roane gave the man a determined smile. He knew he should still be cautious of this man, Nathaniel Barondel, but there was no sense in burning the bridge before he crossed it. After all, he needed to get in close to get Cagalli the information she needed. ——- As Nathaniel walked up to the giant spaceship they had captured he spotted Geneva likewise approaching the ship. He quick stepped a couple of paces and called out, “Ensign!” He ran up to get next to her motioning for them to keep waking together. He held a ruck sack with his stuff over his shoulder, his officer hat somewhat disheveled on his head. As he caught his breath he spoke up, “there’s been some changes to the team I wanted to run by you Geneva?” He asked cautiously. “At least we get to keep the ship...” the pilot was deep in thought after all the events that had occurred. She wondered if this was the right decision, her superior walked toward her. “Changes? Like what?” She stated nervously. Nathaniel flashed a toothy smile, “well for one…” he paused as he considered telling her about Roane and what he had done to their friend Ed who was going to pilot red frame. He decided it wouldn’t be productive to tell her the full story, “we’re getting a test pilot from Morganrate who is familiar with the Astrays. He should be a great asset…” he looked at her then added, “the second thing is about Hawthorne, she’s been promoted and won’t be under my command. Which means I need a good XO for our team… are you up for the job?” It was about as informal as he could get asking her the question. And while he had his reservations he really didn’t have a better choice. “M-me?” Just a little ago, she was expecting to be court martialed, but now she was being promoted? “Well I...” She wasn’t even sure what to say, there was bound to be someone else out there who was better for the job. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t decline the offer. “I’m ready sir!” She saluted Nathaniel gave an approving nod to Geneva. It wasn’t the first time she surprised him, and he certainly hoped it wouldn’t be the last. “I’ll send you the official documents after we settle aboard.” He nudged his head towards the ship. They had just reached the entrance hatch. He gave a quick salute. “I’ll talk to you later Geneva!” He nodded then went down the hall looking for his quarters. "Bye..." Once again, the woman was alone. There was a sense of dread inside of her, but also a sense of pride. She was going to be apart of something much greater than she had anticipated. "Better try to enjoy this..."
    3 points
  22. Roane MacMaster shivered whenever the thought crept back into his head. He was in space. He was in SPACE. Surrounded by infinite nothingness and in that nothingness existed death. Which certainly wasn’t nothing but it was probably worse. Probably. “Leading Private MacMaster…” came a voice from across the desk. It belonged to a woman in immaculate military garb with symbols that told Roane she was way further up the chain of command than he was. “We’ve established that you were at Heliopolis at the time of the attack, but we haven’t fully established why. Would you care to elaborate?” “I’m afraid that’s top secret, ma’am. Need-to-know basis only, something like level 7 clearance?” “I think it’s fairly obvious that I need to know, Private,” she tapped one of the symbols on her jacket. Roane got the hint. With a sigh, he adjusted his tie and tried to look her dead in the eye. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the Astrays? I was brought onto the project about six months ago as a test pilot. Me and my team had just finished some routine trials that day and were going over the data when it happened. I was still in the cockpit of the Red Frame—figured it was the safest place to be. Imagine my surprise when a couple minutes later, some guy in an Earth Alliance uniform tries to break in. I wasn’t about to let them just take it—it wasn’t ready and it wasn’t theirs. So I booted him—literally,” The woman—an intelligence officer by the name of Bennett—leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “And I’m sure by now you’re aware that this man you intercepted was one of ours?” “How was I supposed to know he was a spoo—” Roane caught the word before it fully exited his mouth. Bennett’s eyes narrowed. “What I mean to say is, the whole point of an undercover mission is that you blend it. I’m not a soldier, ma’am, I’m R&D. There was no way I was going to be able to tell the difference,” “That man you kicked off the mobile suit didn’t make it, you know. He was a fine operative,” Roane’s stomach turned and he grimaced. “Well, with all due respect, a lot of people didn’t make it, ma’am. Some of my team ended up stuck on the colony when it went down, too.” Bennett was silent for a moment. “Let’s move on,” she said. “You were in the Red suit. What happened next?” “The soldier that had commandeered the Gold suit started issuing orders. I knew if I tried to fight back, it’d be two on one. I know my way around all those suits, ma’am, and I know that I wouldn’t have been able to take the Blue Frame and the Gold Frame alone.” “So?” “So I followed orders, ma’am, to keep suspicion off of me. I was to deliver spare parts to the Archangel-class ship and I did,” “It concerns me that you would be so willing to commit treason against the homeland, Private MacMaster,” “Treason?” Roane reeled backwards. “They were our guys. And I was doing it in the interest of our project. It wasn’t until I made it to the Archangel that it all kind of sorted itself out. They pulled me out of that thing pretty quick once they found out I wasn’t their guy, slapped some handcuffs on me and threw me in with the EA folks they had captured. There were a couple of really cute ones in there, too, actually. There was this one brown-haired girl with—” “That’s enough, Private. Obviously this is an incredible breach in protocol and national security. You’ll be lucky if we don’t have you executed for this,” “E-executed?” Another soldier came in through the door, illuminating the darkened room. Roane winced at the sudden light as the soldier leaned in towards Bennett. “You’re kidding me,” Bennett said in reaction to the whispered comments. “Him?” The soldier nodded. Bennett levelled her gaze on MacMaster and removed his handcuffs from the bar on the table with the most venomous of scowls. “Stand up, Private. Today’s apparently the luckiest goddamn day of your life,”
    3 points
  23. “What’s the matter? Did I leave you speechless? Did I take your breath—” Albus pulled the Exia away from the crushed Enact and caught sight of the blood that was leaking from the cockpit, the blood that spattered against the Exia’s dark shoulder. “…away…” Shit….SHIT! The Meister’s eyes, hidden away by the tint of his visor, widened in surprise. He hadn’t been strictly prohibited from dealing with his enemies lethally but this was only supposed to be a demonstration. He didn’t know about Rai and the others, but he hadn’t come here to kill anyone, not without reason. Albus watched the spectators to his accidental murder flee the scene in terror. All except two—a blonde haired man and his companion stood in the stands, staring at him and the wreckage of the Enact respectively. The Exia turned to return Graham’s stare, but inside Albus began to shake. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I’m supposed to be a Hero… The Meister tried to suppress his emotions. He knew that this thing had a camera with a direct feed to the Ptolemaios and that Veda—that omniscient spectre that pulled the strings of Celestial Being—could probably sense something was off. That data, he had no doubt, would be relayed back to Sumeragi or worse, Rai. Albus bit his lip. Get a hold of yourself, you coward, He raised the GN sword slowly, pointing its tip at the blonde man staring at him as if to say ‘do something about it,’ before the fire of incoming Hellions drew his attention away. The Exia crouched and the leapt up into the sky, carried off by the power of the GN Drive towards the approaching enemies. Rai’s voice came in over his radio and the other Meister’s words caused a scowl to creep across Albus’s face. “It’s all just numbers to you, huh? You’re no better than that damn computer,” There’s no avoiding it now…this is part of the job, “Fine,” Albus whispered to himself as he reconfigured the GN Sword into its gun mode. As he glided up past the Hellions, the Exia turned elegantly and rained fire upon them. Albus’s face was a stony mask of dissociation as he watched them smoulder and plummet towards the ground, two of them colliding and exploding along the way. “This is Exia, reporting a…mission complete. I’m moving to exfiltrate and rendezvous with Virtue,”
    3 points
  24. Albus smirked to himself as Rai responded to his comments about the colour of the enemy suits but kept his focus levelled solely on the Enact in front of him. He knew he could afford to leave whatever other variables might come up to Rai. The Virtue’s pilot possessed a calculating nature, a person dedicated to precision from what little Albus actually knew about them. Their connection to VEDA was invaluable as well. Best of all, they were capable. Unlike this hotshot… Albus’s eyes narrowed as his opponent made his move. The knife came at him quick, but the Meister’s two years of training, two years of honing his instinct and deepening his connection with the Exia did not fail him. His right hand began to move, and with it, so too did the Exia’s. The Gundam’s GN Sword flicked out of its gun configuration but rather than knock the dagger out of the air, the Exia surged forward. “Please, you’re trying that rookie move? I’ve seen children pull off better feints than that,” he laughed with derision. His thoughts turned to Feldt, who was leagues ahead of this guy at her young age. The Exia surged forward, letting the knife connect with the its armor and glancing off. Albus brought the mobile suit low and away from the linear rifle shots, its GN drive spewing green particles as it danced. With a flick of his right hand, the Exia slashed at the barrel of the rifle and drove its left shoulder into the Enact’s body. “You want to know who I am? I’m the future. I am Gundam,”
    3 points
  25. There was a persistent bug with character creation. That's finally been resolved and you should be able to create your characters again. Leave a comment below if you still have issues. I'm organising the existing characters. If you have unapproved characters, post the character names here so I can have them approved.
    3 points
  26. For the Homeland This will be an Orb centric roleplay that takes an alternate look at the events of Heliopolis, and how that cascades into the politics of the Orb Union on earth. I’m hoping that this will be as much intrigue as it is battles. Although this is going to be Orb focused; by all means feel free to explore characters from other factions so long as it ties in. The Story So Far... This takes place around the beginning of Gundam Seed. Things start out similarly except this time there is an Orb commando team there to take advantage of the deteriorating situation. ZAFT still steals the Aegis, Duel, Buster, and Blitz. However Orb obtains the Archangel, the Strike, and secures all the Astrays that were kept in storage there. It’s during that chaos that our characters begins to appear, namely Nathaniel, Geneva, and Roane. Nathaniel and Geneva use Gold and Blue frames respectively to fight of the second wave of ZAFT mobile suits but the results are similar to the show with Miguel getting killed, and Heliopolis getting destroyed. From this point Nathaniel is able to negotiate a cease fire with the ZAFT forces there and they go their separate ways. On their return home the Orb special forces who stole everything are met with contempt and it flairs up the politics with the Orb council decided to blame Uzumi Atha and looking to elect new leadership. There are politicians who would side with either the earth or ZAFT forces respectively; while others seek ulterior motives (Namely Lord Rondo Sahaku). A special forces team is organized from various Orb citizens/soldiers and designated as Chromatic Team. To solidify their possession of their own military hardware, the Archangel was sent out to a training island to make reform tests on the Astrays and further develop their natural Operating System. Unbeknownst to Chromatic team Lord Sieran attempted to sell out the captured units to the Earth Alliance to gain favor. The Astray units fought off the Alliance forces with relative success. They returned home for some leave time during which the Orb leadership underwent a election. The board elected Lord Sahaku as the new chairman for the Orb Union. Lord Sieran was unwilling to accept those results and organized a coup with test pilots loyal to him. It was revealed that he controlled the M1 Astrays and used those units for an insurrection. currently Chromatic Team is fighting for their lives quelling the rebellion while fending off ambitious ZAFT forces trying to inflict damage on the Homeland. Please note that initially there will be limited access to mobile suits: Gold Frame (Nathaniel) - Damaged Blue Frame (Geneva) - Destroyed, pilot MIA Red Frame (Roane) - Damaged likely out of action Strike Gundam - Modified currently used by Lord Sahaku Green Frame (Kieran) Mirage Frame (Kalika) Further on the M1 Astrays will become available as well! Depending on circumstances it could be possible to obtain other mobile suits from other factions too!
    3 points
  27. It's begun. Dressed in a gray normal suit, Virtue's pilot had been listening on Albus ever since their air drop. While GN-005's stealth field dissolved to reveal a hulking dark gray and red Mobile Suit falling from the skies, Rai thought out loud on an open line with Albus. "Perhaps if you would take your mission seriously instead of smarting over the shade of green I chose for it, we'd be onto Phase 2 by now." Spotting the three similarly-colored flyers circling around the demonstration, Rai decided to make an entrance of their own. "18379845, Virtue. Current directive: support Exia. Executing preemptive action." Leaving this on the record, Rai guided Virtue's fall towards the three Hellions, which were between Virtue and the military base guarding the Advanced European Union's Solar Elevator. "Phase: One." The Hellions couldn't spot the second Gundam until it was far too late. Like a brick landing on top of a toothpick, Virtue snapped the squadron leader's flyer in half, and kept falling down, as the better half of its victim trailed smoke and lost altitude. While they initially spared the other two machines, it wouldn't be long until Rai spun Virtue on its vertical axis, aiming its GN Cannons at them. They're scared to be spotted in violation of their own treaty. I wonder how much time will pass until they find us worse than an international tribunal, and deploy the elevator garrison. Gripping the controls of their Mobile Suit harder, Rai opened fire on the green AEU machines.
    3 points
  28. The Enact’s feet skidded across the concrete as it stopped in its tracks. Patrick now received a response from his mysterious opponent, but not the one he was looking for. “Eh? Wha-Who are you?” Continuing to hold the loud vibrating knife, he scoffed at the idea this unknown machine would beat him. “I’m Mr Special and I won’t let some cocky loudmouth get away with this!” Spinning the blade upside down, he tossed the weapon while the crowd still held their ears in pain. “I’ll make this quick!” The Linear Rifle was then directed at the enemy’s torso, sending a few rapid shells toward it. Going into alert at the reveal of the unknown unit, a trio of Hellion flyers erupted into the sky from a nearby military base. The older machines strayed further in the air from the upcoming battle. “We’ll standby in case this gets dicey.” The squad member in the middle uttered to the others. “Let’s hope the clown at the demonstration takes care of it for us.” Little did these three know, the Exia wasn’t the only Gundam in the vicinity… … A state-of-the-art transport ship flew through the depths of space, far from any battle. Four varied crewmembers worked diligently on it’s bridge, playing their role in this operation. “We have passed the scheduled completion time for Exia’s first phase. We assumed it has entered the second phase.” Christina incorrectly stated, unknowing of their comrades current situation on Earth. Multi cracked his knuckles as he sat opposite of her. “Albus better not be showing off. We got work to do.” Lichty chuckled. “Watch him ruin the whole thing on our first mission!” “Enough small talk. It’s nearly time for the next phase.” Christina muttered while clicking on her keyboard, only for the woman in charge to float in. “Calm down. This is a special time for Celestial Being. Hopefully he’s making use of our Gundam well!” Murmurs began as the crew noticed alcohol in her hand, only for the forecaster to brush it off. “ Meanwhile, Multi continued playing his part, moving their winged machine to the Ptolemaios’ catapult deck. “Kyrios is in position. Increasing linear catapult voltage from 230 to 520.” The operator uttered. The clamps connected to the deck, signaling the pilot of the dark blue and black Gundam. “Launch preparations are complete. You’re good to go!” Multi smiled, giving a thumbs up. As she took a sip of her drink, Sumeragi’s face turned grim while staring into the stars. “It’s time, Gundam Meisters.”
    3 points
  29. Albus closed his eyes and took several deep, steady breaths. His Gundam—his Gundam—the Exia, flew threw the sky so effortlessly, so smoothly, that in the darkness of his introspection he might’ve forgotten he was moving at all. He opened his eyes slowly and looked out at the blue sky through which he soared on wings made of green particles. The GN Drive. Albus was no gearhead, but it was clear that there was something special about this piece of engineering. Over the last two years of training, it was the GN drive and his experience with it that made him think that maybe, just maybe, this dream of peace was more than mere fantasy. Albus turned his attention to his readouts and his radar in turn. His eyes levelled on the demonstration zone coming up fast ahead of them. “Thirty seconds to contact,” he said, his bloodshot eyes narrowing on his target. The visor to his helmet had been coated in a photochromic tint, adjusting to the light of the blazing sun and sparing his damaged eyes the full brunt of its shine. It was the next best thing compared to his sunglasses, which wouldn’t fit inside the helmet and would ridiculous even if they did. The rest of his orange and gray pilot suit was similarly customized. Hell, there didn’t seem to be any part of him that wasn’t customized in some way. Albus flexed his robotic right hand without thinking. It was currently slotted into a tunnel-like receptacle that allowed it to interface directly with the Exia. This thing might be the difference between life and death… A transmission came in over his radio, a challenge of sorts from some loud-mouth on the other end. “Ten seconds, Rai. I’m going to engage with this so-called Ace, show him a thing or two. Keep an eye on any enemy movement and if I need you, I’ll call you. Exia, beginning operation,” Twisting the Exia gracefully in the air over the demonstration, Albus flipped his comms over to the local frequency so the pilot in the test-suit could hear him. “What’s with that mobile suit of yours?” he said with a scoff. The Exia landed lightly on the tarmac and stared down the Enact. “Seafoam green huh? Bold choice. In the interest of giving you a chance before I wipe the floor with you, I’m going to give you the first move,”
    3 points
  30. Hello everyone! This is a list, brief description, and status of all roleplays on the board. Hopefully this will give all prospective players an idea of what’s available on the boards at this time. Iron Blooded Order – looking to reboot, seeking players to restart (see myself) This happens in the Iron Blooded Orphans universe, happening in the timeline between seasons 1 & 2 of the show. Unlike the show there is no main characters in this iteration, and there is no Tekkaden. Instead factions have been simmering to the point of becoming a powder keg, with many factions vying to take the other out. Will your character work for stability? Or ignite the flames of war? For the Homeland - Active, Open to non-Orb Characters/ Faction leaders (see myself) This is a Gundam Seed Orb centric roleplay, that takes an alternate look at the events of Heliopolis and how that cascades into the politics of the Orb Union on earth. Players will delve into the politics and intrigue of Orb while trying to preserve the Homeland from all threats foreign and domestic. How will ZAFT and the Earth Alliance handle an unstable Orb Union? GBN 1.8 - Hiatus - Open for self started adventures (contact myself if you intend to impact the greater world/story) This is based on the Gundam Build Divers show. In this story the battle network is beta testing a 1.8 update which sees our characters diving into the virtual world to explore this lifelike environment with their custom Gunpla. Fleurs de Noblese (GBN side story) – Hiatus, at player capacity Three divers become unlikely allies, creating a player force that defies the odds. Will their individual pasts drive them apart? Or can this trio come together to shake the very foundation of GBN? Gundam OO redefine - Hiatus, at player capacity This is a fresh take on OO Gundam, where the Meister have been replaced with completely different characters. Will they succeed? Or will Aeolia’s plan be derailed from what we know should happen? Zeta Destiny - Active, (see Valiant) This takes place immediately after the events of Zeta Gundam, but with many of the known characters falling during the Gryps conflict. Player characters scramble to recover from the devastation of the previous war and work to bring their factions to prominence. To make a storyline to play please send me a similar description to what is written above and create an OOC topic so I can link the two together. We are always looking for talented storytellers to take the lead!
    3 points
  31. “Is now really the time?” An older man floated through a bright hallway, holding onto a silver briefcase with one hand, while grasping the lever pulling him forward with the other. “I don’t want you making a scene while I show off my creation.” As the crewman with the most amount of experience, he understood how important the Gundam Meisters would be, hoping that the captain of their ship would give a good impression of herself. Also, this new piece of equipment for their new pilot would give him more control over himself and his mobile suit. He knew it wouldn't be wise for the forecaster to piss him off. “Relax Ian. It calms my nerves.” Behind him was Sumeragi Lee Noriega, drinking out of a tiny Sake can as she rode with the Ptolemaios’ engineer toward their destination. What she didn't let the engineer know was that it wasn't her first as she drank more, thinking about their new Meister. “Plus, I’ve already met him before.” It had been a few months since she’d first talked in person with the man previously known as Alistair Judge. Currently, the finishing touches were being made on the Meister’s new appearance in the medical bay. “I can’t believe he’ll be the easy one…” The tactical forecaster had little information on the remaining two Meisters chosen for their grand operation, both of which would be arriving soon. One had most of their biography redacted, while the other had little data to begin with. Sumeragi hadn’t expected Veda to go this route, especially when she learned who the Dynames’ pilot was going to be. She wondered if two years would even be enough for the group to connect well, considering the people chosen. Nevertheless, she continued with Ian through the corridors of likely the most sophisticated ship ever created, eventually stopping to the medical bay, or rather their makeshift salon. With their crew as small as they were, the forecaster worked with what she had. As the door slid open, Sumeragi was shocked at what she say. Their resident doctor, Joyce, shrugged to the forecaster, watching as the queen of fashion made her finishing touches on the white hair in front of her. “Annnnnd done!” Christina, Celestial Being’s new programmer, grinned as she clasped her hands together. The chair was spun around toward the two new guests, with Chris handing the Meister a small mirror. The Ptolemaios’ captain was prepared for a change, but was still caught off-guard, especially by the pure white hair. “What do you think?.. uh…” At that moment, she realized he still hadn’t told her his codename, taking another swig of her sake. “That's right, I forgot. So what’s your new name going to be?” Ian cringed slightly, placing the palm of his hand on his face. “Off to a good start…” He muttered.
    3 points
  32. The Trinames broke through the water barrier, its pilot fearful of what was to come. "This is it, Charo!" Kyle yelled out. "I'll be seeing the great beyond soon!" While Charo's face could emote, the look it gave the Diver wasn't good. "Stupid! Stupid!" The machine motioned toward one of his screens flashing RUN AWAY. "What?! Well, that's a good thing for me, I guess..." Using what little energy the Gunpla had left, Kyle made his way toward what seemed to be a checkpoint for their team to retreat. The Diver wondered if Carter had completed their mission, not that it really matter once OZ's cavalry arrived. "I can't believe it." Kyle muttered while Charo took over piloting. "Was this a win or a loss? I didn't even get to fight the sub either..." Their Garuda seemed to be defending itself well with the Wing units covering Challengers, but he still wondered how this battle could have played out differently. Whatever the case, Kyle shrugged as he put his feet up on the dash, crossing the yellow line. His time here was over.
    3 points
  33. Creed growled out as one of his golden blades cut deep into a Murasai. He was working his controls hard to keep up with the relentless assault on him and Kamille. To the boy’s credit; the Newtype was keeping up with Creed’s pace, and the two manger to work out a system of defense and attack. Still the odds weren’t looking favorable as the clunky MKII Strike worked the alien sword mace in wide swipes. Melee didn’t appear to be Kamille’s strongest skill and Creed could tell. One particular swipe with the heavy weapon left Kamille open for counter attack from a different opponent and the boy yelled out as smoke billowed from the shot placed on the top portion of the Strike’s chest. Creed responded by recklessly throwing one of his swords at the perpetrator like a throwing knife. The attack solidly connected sending the Murasai sprawling on its’ back with fire and smoke bleeding from the impalement. “Kid! Kamille! Are you alright?” Creed yelled out as he reached out to the damaged MKII. It took a moment but Kamille finally responded, “y-yes… I think so… but this mobile suit isn’t going to take much more abuse.” Even as Kamille suggested that notion Creed was already looking over the Frankenstein suit and concluding the same thing. Marco was about to say something when it dawned on him that the attacks had stopped. He looked around I bewilderment and realized that all the Titans had retreated. A black cloud could be seen on the horizon, even as the rain stopped, the cloud was in fact a menacing force of Taurus mobile suits “More dolls…” he mused. Suddenly his mission screen updated with a simple objective of “retreat”. Clearing his throat Marco hoarsely asked, “You haven’t heard anything from Fa have you?” He was worried about her too of course, but knew she meant much more to the kid than himself. Kamille grunted as if in pain, “no… I haven’t…we can’t leave yet…” Marco was already shaking his head as he watched the MKII try to sit up and fail. “You’re at your limit kid… we…” the words faded as he couldn’t bring himself to order their retreat. There was a quality that both Kamille and Fa possessed that was too raw, too organic to be a coincidence. Opening his team channel Marco called out, “Alpha team we need to pull out this is too much activity to counter!” He bit his lip as the words left his mouth and scowled as he turned his PA back on for Kamille, “Kid pop your hatch… please… trust me…” A plan was hastily forming in the veteran’s mind as he considered the implications of what he was about to do. “Damned be the sponsors…” he hissed under his breath as he reached down to scoop up Kamille. Some things were more important than money. Ever a stubborn one, Kamille was about to object but the tone in which the man asked was solemn enough for Kamille to oblige. A few moments later the teen was inside the cockpit of Bael. At first it was awkward because Marco stood up to offer the seat. “What’s this about?” Kamille wearily asked. “You have a reason to fight more than me. You want to be validated as a man? Then do what you know you have to… protect Fa.” Creed motioned once more to the seat, “time is of the essence. You’re a better pilot then I’ll ever be.” The words startled Kamille but he couldn’t argue about the circumstances. He quickly took the seat with Creedstanding as much to the side as he could. “Grab the sword I threw at the Murasai, you’ll need it.” As Kamille obeyed, Marco cleared his throat. “Listen well to me.” He warned, Kamille couldn’t help but gulp. Marco slowly added, “neither of us can tap the full potential Bael has to offer. There is no upper limit that you can bring out from this machine.” The man squeezed the kid’s shoulder, “prove me wrong.” He whispered as he let go, and braced against the cockpit. Bael picked up the golden sword from the fallen enemy and tested both weapons in its’ grips before raising its wings. The thrusters shimmered to life and Bael soon gained speed to head headlong into the enemy forces. The beam weapons from the mobile dolls did little to white mobile suit as it shrugged off hit after hit from the enemies. Kamille roared as he gained more and more confidence from the bizarre mobile suit. His confidence was rewarded as he rushed up to a flying Taurus and cleanly sliced the mobile doll in half. “Fa!” He roared out as he came on into the enemy line. Still Bael zipped past enemy after enemy, all which seemed more confused by the suicidal appearing charge, but none of the weapons they possessed seemed capable of harming the white and blue Gundam. “I’m coming Fa! Just hang on!” —— Zechs couldn’t help but marvel at the maneuverability that the Axcel was demonstrating overhead. It was clear how foolish their encounter was with this small enemy force, “Gundams are not to be underestimated it would seem…” He wasn’t sure entirely how to feel as the Kronos came onto the battlefield, with scores of Taurus mobile dolls spilling out to attack his enemies. There was a ferocity the enemy possessed which was both appalling and commendable at the same time. If the friendly forces shot down were human pilots Zechs would have felt more of the former emotion. An alarm buzzed queuing Zechs to the presence of the Beta Gundam. He didn’t like being bested like this, not so flippantly, like he wasn’t even on the same level as his opponents. He squinted as the incoming dolls directed their fury at his two opponents. “There is no honor in this…” he stated flatly and detached his dober cannon. He reached into his shield for his remaining beam saber and ignited the blade standing ready. “I will not attack a retreating enemy but if your hostility persists I will stand my ground.” Zechs kept himself poised over his controls and studied the two opponents as best he could, to see if any would test him. The fact remained that there were people in the base, on that ship behind him; and he wouldn’t let these two monsters endanger them if he could help it.
    3 points
  34. Albus turned to face the newly arrived Meister but when he saw her, his permanent frown turned into a look of open anger. He could hear the whispers and murmurs of the others in the room but when it became clear no one was going to say anything, he knew he had to. “Is this some kind of sick joke?” he growled, clenching his fist. “This so-called pilot of yours is a goddamn child.” He looked at Feldt, who had remained silent and then flicked his damning gaze over to Sumeragi. Intense and conflicting emotions swirled around inside Albus. Child soldiers…he had encountered them on the battlefield before. The thought of forcing children to fight in battles they didn’t start chilled him to his very core, but at the same time he wanted to believe that, somehow, this was what was necessary to achieve the promised peace that had brought everyone on this ship together. A scene flashed before him—a memory of a battlefield in a country he could barely remember the name of. A deluge of rain had turned the dirt underfoot into ensnaring mud and made visibility a nightmare. The footsteps of his Realdo were drowned out by the crashing of raindrops when all of a sudden a muzzle flash in his periphery alerted him to the whereabouts of his enemy. A hail of mostly useless bullets connected with the mobile suit, followed closely by the much more dangerous ordinance fired from an RPG. Albus…or rather the man Albus used to be, turned his suit on the enemy and returned fired without a second though. It was be or be killed, he had been told and they enemy had no chance. The linear rifle tore through the trees and left only carnage in its wake. He had been relieved at first, even a little proud with himself. It wasn’t until he zoomed in on the aftermath, the small, severed hands and feet that had been left behind, that he realized with horror what exactly he had done. Albus blinked back to reality. “What…what the hell were you thinking?”
    3 points
  35. Shin kept flying at high speed ripping through the mobile dolls. The speed and force was incredible, and the unit's performance surpassed even Shin's expectations. While he understood the unit could only handle this for so long as his time was already ticking down. He wasn't done playing with the dolls. With each strike he taunted the next. His unit making a beastly like howl as the thrusters blasted past each enemy. The explosions only adding to the force of his strikes. This, a unit like this is one of the few reasons Shin is known as the beast of GBN. Shin laughed as cut through his last doll as the cannon fire continued to approach. "Is that all you have! Come on dance for me! At least show me a challenge. Because if you don't. I'll kill you and your damned leader!" His tone was aggressive but not like normal, he wanted to drive them to make a mistake, to act on emotion. He wanted them to be just like him. If even for a moment, with that they wouldn't stand a chance. Allowing them to pull back as he saw the cannon fire getting close. Now Shin was just going to show off. They wouldn't escape and he would make that Tallgeese realize he went after the wrong target. As the cannon's beams split apart and trailed toward the AXCEL the unit danced around them making a beautiful light show in the sky as cannon's beams and his thrusters intertwined. Even with his speed and control Shin wasn't able to come out completely unscathed while his unit hadn't taken any real damage, one of the beam sabers had crossed stream with the cannon's beam and blown up. Being a single saber down was no big deal for Shin though, it's not like he was defenceless and when all was said and done Shin had reached an altitude higher than that of the dolls and was now able to make his counter attack. With the Remaining 2:15 seconds he had, Shin would eradicate those mobile suits, and show this group just who they were messing with. As another blast from his thrusters fired his unit took off Rushing forward them,quickly gaining ground.
    3 points
  36. Apollo watched with annoyance as one of Une’s lackeys took a fatal blow for her. He jerked his controls to press the advantage on the Lady’s mobile suit, but was pushed back and suppressed by a hail of bullets from the remaining Leo units. In the end, the Shooting Star Diver was forced to bring up both his beam shield and his re-activated wings of light in order to stave off the attack. “God damnit,” Apollo spat as he tried to think of a plan of action. Obviously he was about to trash these Leos but by the time he had dealt with them, Une would be long gone. What, you give up that easily? Apollo shook his head. “Not today, you hag,” With a great heave of his mobile suit, Apollo put as much juice into the wings of light as he could and swept them outwards towards the sieging OZ suits keeping him pinned down. They were obliterated almost instantly, with only a scant few managing to survive, albeit incapacitated. Alarms blared in the cockpit, warning him of dangerous energy output, but Apollo simply ignored them and wrapped his white-knuckled hands around the controls. “Let’s go all out, big guy,” he whispered to his Gundam, a smile creeping up his face. “No mercy. The big wigs want a show and the people will love you,” The wings of light pulled back, curled, and with a might flap the Oriole was pushed forward at breakneck speed towards Une’s retreating Leo. “Lady Une! Your evil cannot go unpunished! I, the light of justice, shall delight in dismantling the dark hold you have over these lands,” Piece by bloody little piece… He came up behind her quickly and began his assault by throwing one of his GN swords, spear-like, towards the back of the mobile suit. He didn’t care if it hit or not—that wasn’t fully his intent. The Oriole reached out its now free hand for the Leo’s flight unit, hoping to snap hold and grapple the grunt suit.
    3 points
  37. Icarus frowned as Aker cut off his radio. Maybe honesty hadn’t been the best course of action in the moment, but the older man was hoping that his friend and teammate would come to appreciate it in time. Aker’s subdued answer wasn’t without an effect on his views either. As they flew through space, Icarus wondered whether or not there was another way to play and win the game without having to fight. He had already resolved to hold back from killing blows as much as he could—Wade had too from what he had seen, Shani withstanding. But maybe there was more he could do—maybe there was another way. He would have to keep his eyes on it, on himself, in order to find that path. Icarus hailed Wade on a private channel. “Boss,” he said gravely. “I know you’ve been trying to hold back on our enemies and I think we should double down on that, for Aker’s sake. I think he’s been struggling a lot more than we realized up until now. There has to be something we can do. Let’s keep an eye out for him, sound good?” He was interrupted by Lacus’s speech, beseeching them to think wisely about their actions going forward. Were Icarus capable of feeling any kind of mirth in that moment, he might’ve chuckled at the timing. Icarus’s frustration only deepened when Aker raced away, leaving his comrades with the shuttle. “Heads up, Ick,” Million said, checking her long range sensors. “We’ve got heat signatures coming in,” Icarus looked over at the Star Dueller. True to her words, Million’s mobile suit was gliding along gracefully, its back-mounted ring glistening as it activated its Voiture Lumiere systems. “Is your friend okay?” she said more quietly on an isolated channel. “I don’t know,” he responded. “We’ll keep an eye on him, but I trust that he knows what he’s doing. How many suits do you see?” “Not sure yet, but more than one,” They were starting to appear on the Leo’s sensors now as well. Definitely more than one…that’s an understatement. The voice of Athrun Zala came over the radio next. “Unknown riders, identify yourself at once! You are entering restricted airspace and will be met with lethal force if you do not comply.” Icarus flipped a switch on his comms. “This is Icarus of the…uh…mercenary band Fleurs de Noblesse. We mean you no harm, we’re simply escorting a VIP transport shuttle to the colonies. Lacus—” was saying her name the right thing? This was a different SEED universe from the one he was familiar with, after all. Icarus shook his head. “Lady Clyne is on board and we are to see her safely to the PLANTs.” Please don’t make me attack you, Athrun…
    3 points
  38. There was a perceptible change in Orga’s demeanour and spirit as the two of them continued their desperate struggle. Icarus didn’t know what had happened, but the Flag broke the lock with a kick to the Leo’s torso, knocking the OZ suit away before turning tail and retreating. Icarus, clutching at his controls, made to pursue, but stopped himself. Something seemed to ring out in his head, calling to him, telling him to let his opponent live to fight another day. Is this…guilt? Swords in hand, the Leo hung in the air, watching as the Flag sped away before turning to face his comrades. The two other Flags sat in crumpled heaps in various states of destruction. Icarus looked at the smouldering pile of metal in front of the Star Dueller and frowned as the sounds of his friend’s jeering reached his ears. “Haha, daaamn man. What were you thinking? You didn’t even try to dodge those missiles,” Million continued to laugh excitedly. “If this is all the challenge this mission has to offer, we’ve got this baby locked down.” “Mill,” Icarus said, hailing her on his radio. “Tone it down,” “Huh? What? Why?” “Just…” Icarus looked over at the remains of Shani’s suit and then to the Jager Astray. “We’re not out of the woods yet, is all. This is a multi-stage mission, we’ve still got a way to go and we shouldn’t be celebrating yet,” “Uh, okay, sure,” Million knit her brows together. “Sorry, I guess.” He and Million turned and watched as the shuttle shot up the mass driver and onwards through the atmosphere. Their shuttle came soon after and while they waited, no one on the team seemed particularly keen on discussing the mission so far, or anything else for that matter. It wasn’t until they had linked back up with Lacus’s shuttle out in space that Aker finally broke the silence and posed a question to the group: ‘why do you fight?’ Why do I fight…? Icarus mulled the question around in his head. I mean, the easy answer is that this is just a game. I fight to win and in winning I am awarded with the means to make myself stronger. The diver looked over to the Jager Astray and frowned. But I suppose it’s not a game to him, is it? “If I’m being honest with you, Aker,” Icarus said finally, looking out into the cold reaches of space. “I fight because the game asks me to. Because we can’t win if I don’t fight.” He closed his eyes and thought of the living mobile suit that they had fought a few missions back. “Sure, we have the option to lay down our arms and say ‘no’, but the game—this world—as far as I understand it, won’t lay down theirs in return. If we had sat there and refused to fight those three just now, what would’ve happened? They would have shot us down, without hesitation.” Icarus let out a sigh and opened his eyes. “So I guess that’s my answer. I fight because I have no other reasonable choice,”
    3 points
  39. Icarus smirked for all of a second as the rifle exploded before Clotho’s shot collided with him. As he was preparing to thrust upwards and catch his sword, the combination of the shot and the explosion sent the Leo reeling back and to the left away from Orga. The attack rocked Icarus in the cockpit, causing him to lose control of the machine which very quickly began to fall out of the sky. “Get a grip, Ray,” he growled under his breath. “Get this situation back under control,” The Leo spun, correcting itself in mid-air as the GN drive whirred to life. It took a moment for the diver to reorient himself, but soon enough he found his opponent a short distance above him. But Orga wasn’t what he was really looking for. Blasting forward, the Leo managed to snatch its battle blade mere seconds before it plunged into the water below, the blade skimming the waves as Icarus flew over the ocean. He pulled back on his controls, sending the Leo Chevalier arcing upwards towards Orga and his Flag, leaving the characteristic green particles in its wake. “You’re lucky this is a multi-part mission,” Icarus informed his opponent as he spiraled up towards him. “Otherwise I’d show you what Trans-Am can do. But I think I can take care of you without it,” The two suits locked blades again, but Icarus grimaced when he noticed the second sword in the Flag’s hands. I’ll give you a sword fight, Orga, The Leo Chevalier’s left arm reached across its chest to the shield on its right arm and it pulled a beam saber out of its holder. As Orga’s second blade came down, it collided with the freshly drawn beam saber instead of the Leo’s shoulder. “Seems we’re at an impasse, kid,” Icarus smirked. “Right back where we started,” ----- “Ohoho, you want to rumble, huh?” Million’s smile turned into a wide grin. “I love it when these guys get their panties in a twist,” The cover of the Star Dueller’s shoulder mounted missile launcher popped open and fired a five-missile salvo up at the advancing Flag. Million looked up at the twisting rocket tails, her face narrowing into a focused expression. “Better to be safe than sorry,” she said to herself as she pulled one of her own beam sabers from her backpack. The Star Dueller levelled its shield towards the incoming Flag and spread its feet in order to steady itself against its attack. “Bring it on, Sparky,” she laughed. If she could rile this guy up just enough to lose his focus, that could give her the edge she needed to get a tidy kill shot in.
    3 points
  40. Orga’s eyes went wide as the strange suit charged in at him, to his credit he brought his blade across to block the sword rush only to be foiled by the feint. When his blade met no resistance he instinctively tried to push the barrel of his rifle forward to make desperate point blank shots. It was this act that saved his sword hand at the cost of having his barrel stabbed instead. The weapon exploded as he attempting to fire the weapon, the explosion sent the Flag falling backwards with Orga hissing, “Why you!” He recovered quickly reaching for his second blade. A little more respect for his opponent was evident with the Flag’s body language now as he brought the blades up to prepare for a new attack. ——- Just as Clotho aimed and squeezed the trigger for his shot he realized something was wrong. The blue bolt raced towards the Leo just as a fierce yellow beam arced in at the Extended. “Crap!” He yelled out as the blast ate into the nose of his fighter stripping the main weapon and making him spin wildly in the air. A lesser pilot would have retreated or even lost their mobile suit from that impact, but Clotho was anything but normal. The Flag did a transformation that mirrored a sky diver free fall before he aligned his thrusters to rush at Million now. “Just what the hell was that?” He screeched as he reached for both his melee weapons, blue blades igniting as he charged. The flag made a blistering pace as the pissed off Clotho charged the Pink mobile suit. ——- Shani thought the attempt to lobe grenades at him was pathetic and didn’t loose his focus as he tried to line up a devastating shot at the cockpit of the Local type. He was shocked when his focus was stolen by the cloud of smoke. He growled in frustration as he retracted his aim only to find the Local type rushing at him, blade drawn. “Too close!” He cried out as he instinctively tried to dodge by arching the flag backwards. The motion may have saved his life as the blade from the Local Type skidded across the front of the Flag, digging deeply against the armor protecting the cockpit. The blade literally cut upwards into the controls in front of the Extended causing the suit to go limp. He had dodged death by mere inches. Shani could do nothing as the mobile suit began to plummet towards the water. The extended couldn’t help but wonder if the fight would have been different if he had a better suit. —— The world violently exploded into a distorted realm of white mist and cold blue water. Aker was violently tossed around in the cockpit of the Jager. He clutched himself both in fear of getting cut down, and from the impact. He held his breath for a long time before finally opening his eyes to see that he wasn’t dead. Letting out a long blow of air he breathed slowly as he regained his nerve. He couldn’t directly see the battle above but his heads up outlined the friendly and enemy units. “Damnit! What’s wrong with me?” He muttered to himself as he slowly reached for the controls, his hand shaking. “Am I nervous? Am I scared?” His fingers tentatively gripped the control and he closed his eyes to once more collect himself. “It’s all just a game… it doesn’t mean anything!” His fingers tightened their grip on the control and he flexed his arm. “It doesn’t mean one damn thing!” He jerked the control back and forth trying to make the thrusters fire up but they were water logged. Tears streamed down his face, “If it doesn’t mean anything then why are we protecting them? Huh?” He asked himself while frantically trying to make the mobile suit respond. “Why am I here when there’s monsters in this world?” He found himself flexing his left arm, or rather trying to, just to have his shoulder lamely jerk in response. His thoughts trailed back to Lunamaria, how he couldn’t protect her. Images of Lacus, or was it Meer? Flooded his mind and he thought about what it would mean if he let her die. “Lets do this eight!” The bulky tablet was strapped near the front monitor and it responded, “Are you sure? This course of action is not advisable.” Aker merely responded with a toothy grin as he felt the machine hook up to his neck, “Oh I’m sure…” he sniffled trying to make his tears go away as anger slowly boiled to the surface, “I can’t leave this realm in the hands of those bastards!” The computer responded with a simple, “Be careful, don’t over do it.” The familiar chill ran through Aker’s body and he jerked out his left arm from the harness to grasp the free control. Finally the Jager began to rise back to the surface, Aker found himself near the platform and grasped the corner to hoist himself back onto the metallic surface. As he came up he saw Million firing her rail guns at the enemy. He took a moment to get this feet underneath him before reaching up to draw a beam saber from the Force pack on his back. In one motion the shield and pack popped off the Jager, both pretty much spent from his earlier encounter with the extended. He saw his earlier opponent get hit from Million’s blast before flying towards the girl in what Aker imagined was a rage. The Jager ran off towards the Flag with weapons in hand, “Not this time.” He promised as he went to back the new teammate up.
    3 points
  41. The final Union Flag, now revealed to be piloted by Shani from Gundam Seed, made quick work of Wade's attack. "He's good!" The Diver stated as he started to fire again, but the enemy mobile suit was faster than he had expected. The gray machine gained elevation over Wade's Gunpla, retaliating with shots from its linear rifle. The Fleurs leader didn't have time to pull back, causing the shots to slam into his left gattling gun. "Dammit!" He yelled while jettisoning the broken weapon, only taking a bit of damage from the explosion. The Diver knew those would be out of the picture and without using his beam rifle's, he seemed lost. "I gotta confuse him or-or something!" Connecting his beam rifles to the backpack, Wade grabbed two of his shoulder grenades, tossing them at the Union Flag. However, his intention wasn't to damage Shani with them. The Local Type's vulcans blared, sending the tiny bullets into each grenade. "You may be fast, but the Local Type is faster!" Wade pulled his large knife out, pointing the blade at the Union Flag's chest while blasting diagonally upward. The two grenades exploded away from the enemy, but it and the smoke fallout could give the Diver enough time to make his attack unseen.
    3 points
  42. There wasn't much of a scenery change, save for the Mass Driver instead of an oil rig. The Fleurs leader had hoped they wouldn't be in space again and he was correct. With his air thrusters already in place, the Diver was met with a question from Icarus. His teammate essentially just asked him to show off his Gunpla's gimmick, at least, that's what Wade out of of his question. "The Local Type is ready to fight anywhere!" Wade gave a thumbs up to his friend on the viewscreen, turning a knob with his other hand. Each of the thrusters on the Gunpla's back and legs rotated, showing the group his land, air, and space thrusters, along with his water rudders. spinning back to air, the Diver took no time at all blasting into the sky. The white mobile suit did a 180 as he switched to his water rudders, breaking the ocean barrier. In very little time, Wade flew back to the surface, landing back on the ground. At this point, the Diver was just showing off and was thankfully stopped in his tracks by the second pink haired individual there. It was clear to Wade that this was a Seed related mission, but something stuck out to the Diver from Lacus' speech. "Who's Mr. Creed?" He thought, noticing how large this area truly was from his cockpit. "That's not a Seed character, right?" Immediately, something was off, but he didn't let it bother him. After all, the mission had only just begun.
    3 points
  43. ((group collab thanks guys!)) Aker heard his name called out and turned around to see the two new mechs perched at the oil rig. Before he could look at Icarus he saw Wade’s machine approach in for a landing as well. He tilted his head as he realized the extra machine then looked at Icarus and the girl he brought with him. Finally the words registered in his head and he forced a polite smile even though he was slightly more nervous around an unknown diver. “Hey Icarus!” He waved back as he walked towards his teammate. Aker’s Fleurs uniform flapped in the wind some as a particularly strong gust hit his back. He approached forward and offered his hand to the lady while answering Icarus. “Of course! Any friend of Icarus is a friend of mine! My name is Aker, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He realized he must have looked quite the sight standing there like that in the wind and nodded to their lounge. “Let’s catch up inside?” He asked and nodded to Wade as their fearless leader showed up not far behind Icarus. Aker lead the way and soon they were all inside the comfortable interior of their force nest. -Icarus smiled faintly as everyone convened. Even Wade, showed up with delightfully good timing. “You can call me Million,” his pink haired friend said as she shook hands with Aker. She said it loud enough for Wade to hear as well, giving him a wave as she approached. The four of them headed inside and Icarus sat himself down at one of their new tables, which they had purchased after their last mission. Million sat down next to him, her eyes scanning around the interior of the tower. She let out a whistle “Not bad, Ick. I would’ve expected a Force Nest owned by three dudes to be an absolute pig sty but it seems your friends know how to look after themselves. You should see his IRL apartment, it’s an absolute mess. Plates, papers, and empty beer cans everywhere.” “M-Mill…” Icarus felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Come on, don’t out me like that. It’s not that bad,” “I mean, it’s not great either, pal. You could learn a thing or two from your friends,” Icarus simply let out a sigh. “So what’s going on, Aker? What’s this exciting mission?” - The main area inside was thankfully better than when they had first purchased the oil rig, with Wade noticing the new tables and furniture. Million seemed interested to the Diver. The was clearly a closer connection between her and his teammate, but getting others to join would help their rank go up. “We gonna impress her or something.” Wade thought as he sat down on one of the couches. “Yeah, I wanna know too.” The Diver said aloud to Aker. - Aker had to chuckle at the back and forth between Million and Icarus. It was refreshing to see close friends together. He brought his hand up to his mouth to hide his mirth before clearing his throat. “Well I found this mission and it looked really interesting…” he said cryptically as he sent the description to his comrades. It was fairly mundane sounding of course. “I know we just escorted a shuttle last game but this one says there’s stages to it and that the reward is a mystery. I think that in itself could be worth trying it out? Basically we go with a shuttle into space and escort it to a colony the whole way through. What do you guys think?” He was doing his best not to hype things up too much, he wanted to be convincing not suspicious. His eyes wondered towards the new guest in their nest and he briefly wondered how long it would take for Wade to address the elephant in the room. Maybe her presence would distract everyone from the mission details enough that they would mindlessly agree to talk about the potential prospect instead? The description matched Aker’s assessment while simply listing the mission as hard plus, the difficulty Fleurs seemed to be gravitating towards. -Icarus nodded along as Aker described the mission ahead. Their previous mission had, ostensibly, been an escort mission as well, but in fact focused more on defeating the Operation Meteor Gundams. Even if the content seemed similar on paper, Icarus was sure they were in for a much different experience. "Sounds interesting," he said "we shouldn't need an NPD either with Mill here. Though I don't know how you get anything done with a machine like that." Million cast a sideways glance at Icarus and smiled slyly. "That 'machine' you're referring to happens to be one of the most statistically powerful combinations out there," she raised her head in mock gallantry. "But I would be happy to guest star on this mission and save you boys some credits." "You're so generous," Icarus said, deadpan. "And we'll see just how 'statistically powerful' it really is, won't we?" - Part of him was worried. With multiple parts, the hard plus mission could be even more challenging than the last. Wade pushed himself off the couch into an upright position. “Sounds like one of those Serial Battle Missions.” He wondered if the reward would even be worth it, but they had been in the past, his last Diver fight withstanding. “Then we got ourselves a plan.” He glanced at the pink haired girl. “With Icarus’ buddy joining the mission, we’ll probably have a better shot compared to using an NPD.” -Aker nodded his agreement with Wade’s assessment. He cringed slightly at the nonchalant mention of NPDs almost like they were tools but he let it slide. If Aker’s Contact was willing to ask him to risk his own life then the task must be worth the risk on some fundamental level. Or at least that’s what Aker kept telling himself. He then nodded over to Million and tilted his head, “does this mean we can count on you?” Aker looked at the time on his menu realizing that there was indeed a timer counting down the mission being available. He cocked his head not noticing that detail before. Shaking the thought from his head he looked at the newcomer again, curious what they would say. -"Absolutely, boss," Icarus said, looking at Wade. Then he looked at Million, quirked a brow, and then looked back to Wade. "Maybe not as good a shot as if we had a real ringer of an NPD, but better than some definitely and--ow, hey!" Icarus recoiled from the elbow that had rammed itself into his ribs. Million smiled and turned to Aker, who had proceeded to ask if they could count on her. "Who me? Absolutely! I could go down a list of my various achievements if you like? Oh, but that might be tacky...well, just know you're in safe hands. I taught Icarus everything he knows, after all," -Aker nodded his agreement with Million’s claim and he offered a small smile. He wasn’t the most personable person on a good day so he was really trying his best now. “Well if we’re all in agreement we better get to it, there’s a half-life on the mission being available.” As he talked he brought up the option to launch the mission. The oil rig shimmered away and was replaced by, the same thing? At first Aker thought the game had rejected the little hack Zapp had done to get them into this mission. He was sitting in his mobile suit but was gazing out at the ocean just like a few moments ago. The Jager was standing on a platform but it wasn’t their oil rig. He looked around realizing that they were on the ocean on a series of platforms which formed a long elevated track which gently curved to aim at the sky. “A mass driver!” Aker said to himself and he realized they were on the junk guild’s mass driver made out in the middle of the ocean. Nodding in approval at the success of uploading into the new world he double checked his load out. He had opted out the katana and Zeta rifle in favor of the GN blade and beam pistol from his old Ardent Exia. He also had a Force striker equipped from the impulse to let the Jager fly in the atmosphere. It was missions like these he missed the GN drive but he knew the Alaya-Vijana had been a worthwhile trade off. Or had it? Aker looked at his lame arm it was still strapped across his chest and could become free if he moved the arm. He hadn’t activated the Alaya-Vijana yet, it was a good reason why he equipped the GN blade so he could rely on his good arm more. While he was tempted to activated the system to feel his arm again, he was becoming increasingly weary of the system and the performance trade off. “Not yet…” he muttered to himself and looked around for his teammates. Before he could start counting his teammates however he was greater by a cheery voice. “Oh my! We didn’t see you approach! I hope you are here as friends?” Aker froze at the voice and hissed in disgust, “that man has sick sense of humor…” Aker muttered and not for the last time, as he referenced the Zapp agent. “That’s an affirmative … Ms. Clyne… we’re Fleurs De Noblesse and we’re here to offer you protection on your perilous journey home.” One of his screens turned into a video feed and the face of the pink haired princess showed up looking at him. He grimaced and took a deep breath, she was younger than Meer was, it made it only slightly easier to talk to the girl who reminded him of his ex. “You must be the people Mr. Creed talked about! Thank you so very much for your assistance. We’re almost done loading up and we’ll be taking off shortly.” Aker nodded his acknowledgment and did his best not to blush from the warm compliments, “understood ma’am. We… we’ll make sure you get home… Aker out.” He cut the feed and looked for his teammates. It occurred to him that they didn’t know about his past fling with a Lacus cosplayer named Meer. “So much to tell them…” Aker muttered.
    3 points
  44. Kyle knew that Aida was right. The little guys had to go quick, or else they'd be a real annoyance while going up against the main attraction. "Fire! Fire!" His droid companion yelled out as the Diver lowered the cockpit's shooting scope. "I know what I'm doing, dummy!" Kyle angrily responded while staring at Charo. "With my skills, it'll be like fish in a barrel." However, once the Diver looked back into his scope, the "fish" had already retaliated. Three Cancers had launched multiple missiles in a vicinity of the Trinames, causing Kyle to pull the Gunpla downward quickly. It was a close call, but the magic of GN Particles saved the Diver as just barely dodged a missile heading straight for the Torpedo Rifle. While still in the air, the mobile suit was much closer to the water, but Kyle had to fight back now. "Damn, the sonar will only work underwater..." He stated, looking at the peripheral. "It'd make aiming easier, but there's too many right now. Gotta thin out the ranks before I join Aida. Using his strength as a marksman, the Diver moved the torpedo slightly lower, watching one of the Cancers jet through the water. "You're done." Pulling the trigger, Kyle released a single GN Torpedo. It broke the water barrier and headed directly to the main body of the Cancer's submarine mode. The Diver felt the torpedo was a little slower than he would've liked, but watching the impact made him feel much better about bringing the resin kit. GN Particles dispersed inside of the red machine, causing the midsection to implode. He watched as no trace of the Cancer, except for two arms, floating deeper into the ocean. "Dang..." Kyle softly uttered. Two more were still around though and the Diver pointed leftward toward another. CLICK. CLICK. Two of the torpedos dug deep into the Cancer, sending what was left of the mobile suit's metal parts flying out of the water. With two down, Kyle went for the third, but the pilot wasn't going down without a fight. Kyle fired two shots, with the Cancer doing an alieron roll to completely dodge the first. The final shot slightly tapped the right claw, destroying it, but leaving the screw propeller intact. The Diver didn't expect the third Cancer to live, watching it speed forward. As he got lower to the water, the Cancer got higher, igniting a vibrating blade straight from its remaining claw. It leaped out of the water surface, slashing at the Trinames as Kyle looked on in fear.
    3 points
  45. While Deep Aquatel was, as the name suggested, deep under the water, it was definitely not going to be out of the loop about what happened above. Establishing an infolink with Isla to have a better view of the skies, Aida studied the scene. "Isla, maintain altitude. Let’s see..." What he could make of it was Mogadishu Base’s island. Aside from the Asshimar and Marasai squadron coming to greet Kyle, Carter and Isla, he spotted the silhouettes of six Cancers and six Pisces, along with a big, big silhouette. A boss? Reeks of trouble. From behind the island, one could see two planes, identical to theirs but with red rudders and wingtips, deploying what appeared to be the four Mobile Suits of Beta Team. He was not too happy to see them, especially noting that Bael was still around and the Beta Gundam was carrying extra equipment. Those two… While he just considered Hikaru annoying, somewhat less so after he realized the boy didn’t seem to have anything to do with the Gunpla Mafia, Marco Creed was especially sinister to him. The time they had met in his store, he wasn’t one to roll out the red carpet for him, but still, that awkward moment… Yeah, i’ll watch myself alright. Chiefly, when you’re around. Before he could tell anyone where to go or what to do, however, a mysterious figure appeared, piloting what appeared to be an upgraded F91 Gundam. They called themselves… “Apollo? The light of victory? Kyle, Carter, did you by any chance get any signs of a secret being unlocked?” Upon being replied negatively, he ordered Isla to scan the newcomer carefully, as their Mobile Suit flew in from the city of Mogadishu, propelled by beautiful beam wings. ”Identification, Apollo. Professional Diver. Pilot of the Gundam Oriole. Friendly.” Her response took Aida by surprise. “You mean that’s on our team now? How cool is that, lads?” Isla misunderstood him, and performed another scan on Oriole. “Average temperature, ninety-one Fahrenheit degrees and rising.” Aida did his best to contain a laugh, and went along with it. “Can't believe a giant robot can run at a cooler temperature than my PC.” A flurry of torpedoes, most of which narrowly missed him, took him back to reality: they were in a battle, and he needed to make his move. “Alright, game time, game time! Isla, whatever Carter is doing, cover him, and keep an eye out for new Alpha members! If autobalance gave us that guy, i’m sure they must be a team of five now too. Kyle, help me with these floaters before the Mobile Armor gets here. Once it does, it won’t be as easy to get rid of them!” He didn’t want to bark out orders to the new guy yet, even though he didn’t look like a pushover. It could be a bit too much, a bit too soon, so he stopped there and studied the damage caused by the one torpedo that had struck him. Fortunately, the chest, legs and shoulders were the place armor was at its thickest, and it was far from breached. Aida snarkily quoth Amuro, as he approached a Cancer and a Pisces. “Thick Gundam isn’t just for show!” Deep Aquatel's gigantic shoulders sprung up as he closed in for the kill, revealing the long arms. The heat injectors kicked in and the claws became red hot moments before he struck at the Cancer, which tried to avoid the behemoth that was speeding right at it, then the Pisces, which had switched to Mobile Suit mode to make a stand. Both were breached, and suffered catastrophic failures as Aida's thruster array took him to another unlucky Pisces, at which he lunged with an open, shining red hand… Meanwhile, Isla readied her weapons and flew close to Carter. In anticipation for an attack on her teammate, she struck first, taking two Marasai out of the fight with her GN Beam Rifles, by destroying the legs of one and the torso of another. As the red Mobile Suits fell from their Base Jabbers towards the water, a ‘cheesewheel’ fired its beam cannon at her. However, Flight Variable just transformed to deploy its beam shields in Mobile Suit form, deflecting the beam successfully. “No. You.” As it reached the Asshimar, rather than dodge it, she micromanaged the energy coming out of the shield emitters, focusing it all on the bottom nozzles to create what were essentially makeshift beam sabers, sticking out of the forearms. Slicing parts of the Asshimar out and returning to Mobile Armor mode in one swift motion, she prepared for whatever retaliation the Titans could muster up. Aida watched it unfold from the infolink, perplexed by the sheer complexity of what Isla had done with the energy emitters. Not even he knew that could be done with what he gave her. "Nice one!", He told her as he unlodged the remains of another Pisces from the hand of Aquatel, the fragments of an Asshimar entering the sea behind him...
    3 points
  46. The room was dark the lights flipped on as the black haired man entered the room and placed his bag down. He took a seat at his desk where a new gunpla was being built. Work had called him in right before the last mission. The beta was important to him but so was work. However after he heard about what happen The Man spent every hour of his free time working on completing a new model for him to use. All he had to do now was place the finishing touches. One more hour passed it was only moments before the next mission one he wouldn't miss. As he finished the gunpla he gave a sigh. He hadnt worked this hard on perfecting a gunpla in a long time. The Astral AGE MK 3 or the Astral AGE AXCEL. He had build a gunpla to play on his need for speed but also making sure this could take out a certain knock off. He wiped the sweat from his face and removed his glasses. Now was the time to show the world a true speed beast. He placed his gear on as the computer spoke "Please Place you Gunpla" Placing it on and diving in the black haired man's expression and look changed. Now a fiery red hair and a scowl replaced his almost satisfied look. He quickly loaded into the match and into his gunpla. He watched as the others left. He had been briefed on the plan and now was no time for mistakes. While Shin was never a great team player he had a soft spot... And this mission hit it right on the head. As creed finished talking Shin replied "Roger that. This is Shin in the Astral AGE AXCEL. Launching." With that his new unit launched into the sky's. Thrusters burned and the unit quickly caught up with the rest of them. Shin followed up by sending an open com to his "teammates" "So boss, where would you like me?" Shin sounded aggravated but something about it was different then his normal tone it was almost compliant.
    3 points
  47. “Our terms, huh?” Albus said as he blocked the few pitiful shots the lead Flag had taken at him before boosting towards him, his comrades distracted by the Kyrios. “Then I guess we show them that we can’t be pushed around. It’s world peace by our terms, no one else’s.” Albus’s mouth set itself in an unflappable scowl as the Flag engaged, sending its leg up in a tricky little kick that honestly caught him off-guard. The Exia’s shield, divorced from its mobile suit, spun off into the depths of the world far below them. Albus couldn’t lose focus though. He didn’t need the shield to deal with this guy—the Exia had superior armor after all and he was banking on that fact to at least buy him the time he needed to stick a sword through this persistent Flag. “All you’ve done is free up my hand,” Albus said to himself as he parried the blue beam blade. The Exia’s left hand reached backwards to its rear skirt armor and pulled free one of its GN beam daggers. Albus swung the Exia’s left hand forward, bringing the short blade towards the Flag’s engines as the Gundam slipped to the left around the Union machine. “I didn’t realize they started giving rookies the good mobile suits,” Albus said, hailing the Flag directly. “Or are you one of those officers whose daddy paid their way up the ladder? Because with the way you’re coming at me, you could honestly be either,” Let’s get him all riled up, shall we? Albus loved to throw his barbs for many reasons, but chief among them on the battlefield at least, was the effect they could have on the opponent. If he could get under the enemy’s skin, then the battle was half-won.
    2 points
  48. Standing to take the Captain’s proffered hand, Hiro knew from the conversation that Grimsdottir was indeed a soldier accustomed to the military ways. However, they were on a mercenary ship sneaking around in a smuggling run. His team had more experience in this type of operations. He planned to have a longer discussion with the Captain but the brief exchange has told him that he had to step in and take a more proactive role in leading the mission. *From the way the AEUG is handling the mission, they probably don’t even know what’s in the cargo themselves. Or are we just a diversion?* Hiro knew it was unlikely. *Given how stretched the AEUG is, they won’t put in so much effort just to create a diversion.* “With all due respect sir, the *Firefly* is our breadwinner and my crew would want to take a more active part in making sure we survive this with our ship more or less intact.” Placing both hands on the table, Hiro leaned forward. “I propose that we send a recon suit ahead. We have more than enough manpower to rotate the shifts. Having an MS in the field would also buy time for our suit to launch in case we get jumped.”
    2 points
  49. “I have control.” Edmund echoed back to the crew of the Ptolomios. He gripped the controls of the Kyrios firmly. He took a deep breath realizing that this would be the real deal. “This is Spectre! Kyrios launching!” He jerked the controls back causing the Gundam to lurch foreword in a jolt of movement from the launching catapult. Kyrios shot out of the ship and did a barrel roll. Edmund recalled how unreal the first handful of sorties had been with the GN drive. By now though the sensation was no less fascinating. “This must be what it’s like to drive a high end sports car all the time?” He muttered to no one in particular. The agile fighter made good pace going to the designated battlefield just outside one of the orbital platforms. “So this will be a real battle at last huh?” As if in response his heads up display lit up and designated unknown tangos. “There’s the terrorists…” as if reading his mind a pink blast jetted across the black abyss to shoot down the missiles the three hellions fired off. “She really is something else…” Edmund mused before turning on his Comm, “Acknowledged Feldt! Kyrios moving in!” Edmund wasn’t one for showy theatrics, “that’s what the Exia is for…” he gritted his teeth as he dove straight for one of the enemy machines, his mobile armor nearly blending into the black folds of space. Just before the Kyrios rammed into one of the terrorist, the shield/nose split up open to snag the unsuspecting victim in its’ devious maw. Edmund could imagine the scream of terror and confusion from the enemy pilot as the claws of his machine clamped down and chewed the machine in half. The explosion briefly silhouetted the Kyrios as it banked around to regard the remaining two machines. There was no pity for terrorist, it was despicable targeting innocent people. Are we any better? Edmund shook the notion from his mind as he focused on the present. He transformed Kyrios into its’ mobile suit mode and paused to aim his rifle at the two remaining machines. A smile creased his masked face, perhaps there was room for some theatrics. He calmly called out, “take them out Feldt.” The girl was quick in complying sending two more precise bolts down to shoot at his targets, almost giving the stunning illusion of the Kyrios calling down lightning of some sort. Edmund didn’t fire a shot as he put the weapon away and transformed back into flight mode. “Any other targets?” He asked cautiously. As dubious as he was about Feldt originally he had to admit the lady made big strides in being an asset on the team. He even enjoyed the intangible comfort she seemed to offer when she was “in position” with her rifle ready to deliver judgement. “Snipers!” He chuckled to himself.
    2 points
  50. Carter flinched as he made his way from the hangar into the base, the cover fire from Isla was a god send, and with everything going on he was successfully able to enter, he kept running and slowed down a little as his Wingman errr.. wing woman went on comms.. "Dont worry about it!" he said "You did more than enough! If things get hairy then leave the Comet Dagger" he said "Its better we be one man down than two". Though- the thought of being hunted down did scare him a little.. he thought he was gonna have a rather.. metal gear esque type of mission, sneakily going through the hallways of the base.. the.. maze-like, labyrinthian base "Ahh dammit! i should've stolen a map or something!" he said, he was rushing through the base; which wasnt exactly the best thing for him, since he isnt exactly.. athletic, that being said he tried his best, slowing down around corners and peeking usually, but now he was getting frustrated, so he rushed around corners with his glorified BB Gun, and that mistake would cost him. The lights came off! but the dark wouldnt last.. as the hallway was lit up with a volley of gunfire, luckily he was just fast enough to fall prone onto the ground, but the Diver wouldn't be safe.. he was up against someone with an actual gun, and didnt have a real one to fire back with "Tch.. alright buddy, get behind him" he whispered to his elemechu. Carter took a deep breath and then waited for the shots to stop, when they did he ran into nearby cover, peeking out barely to catch a glimpse of his assailant "Crane fly?! Come on! not even a dragon fly?!" he asked, striking a dialogue might give him the time to hatch a plan.. or it might just extend the inevitable
    2 points
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