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  1. If I had the means I totally would lol dang that’s pricey for a watch!
  2. Want me to do some research on titanfall for you?
  3. I always wanted to try it but never had the platform or language skills to give it a shot. Dynasty warriors gundam kinda felt vaguely along the lines but obviously a completely different type of game.
  4. Grim sat in the Captain’s chair nervously. The cargo they had to transport to the Rose was seemingly too important to be transporting on a near piece of junk, but the AEUG had been dealt a severe blow from the battle at Gryps. So many leaders, so many resources plundered, “and for what?” Grim muttered to himself. Neo Zeon was setting up shop like the one year war hadn’t even happened and the Federation was still in its fitful slumber. It was up to him and the AEUG to stop this madness. “To avoid another Winter…” he mused as he stared thoughtfully out at the stars. He smirked as he recalled a long dormant memory before shaking the notion out of his head. The intercom buzzed and the comms officer got on the PA system. Grim eyed the back of the Alistar’s head as he gave a long winded introduction and even cringed as the man mentioned Grim’s status. As Alistar finished up he looked around seemingly pleased with himself and Grim chimed in almost bitterly, “thank you Alister, for the announcement.” Seemingly oblivious Alister flashed a toothy grin and responded, “Any time boss!” Grim did his best to stop himself from sighing out loud. He was used to the rigid discipline that the Federation demanded, not this loose consortium of soldiers working together. At times he was amazed that he was somehow in charge of it all now. Grim cleared his throat, “make all haste to La Vie En Rose!” He stood up and added, “I’ll be on our ‘so called hangar’… contact me at once if there is anything unusual.” He couldn’t explain why he felt the need to goto the mobile suits. Maybe it was because he was feeling uneasy about their deployment from Von Braun. As he entered the makeshift hangar he looked around at the suits and found the bleached hull of his GM, the paint seemingly worn off from extending use. As he hovered towards it he took note of the Nemo assigned to Ryder and could tell someone was inside it. Probably the sniper getting some training in, Grim mused. As a rule he didn’t exactly agree with the Titans, he didn’t disapprove of their original intentions either; ultimately they simply lost sight of their original purpose. Spies on the other hand unnerved him, even if they were friendly. This Ryder fellow seemed like a necessary evil however and what better way to keep an eye on him than right under Grim’s own nose. The pilot in Grim felt the urge to fly out in the trusty GM, inside the suit of armor he could fight giants, he could change the world. He loathed and craved the responsibility of being a leader, he needed to feel in control of his situation; and right now he simply didn’t. “Captain!” Grim furrowed his brow to glare up at the speakers near the ceiling, Alistar’s voice blared from the tiny speakers, “Captain if you can hear me? We got Zeeks coming from port side!” Cursing the Captain jumped into the cockpit of his mobile suit and keyed on the radio to the bridge, “get everyone in their battle stations now! I’ll head out in the GM!” Grim hastily began the process of getting his suit ready to launch while barking into the radio, “how many are you seeing Actual?” As Grim fought to get a space suit on he could hear Alistar say something about 4 contacts. He finally got his suit on and settled down in his seat, pulling the straps across his body, “repeat again, how many tangos?” There was a pause and Alistar’s voice came in clearly now, “4 I repeat 4 identical zeon units, Looks like Gaza-C class.” Grim’s blood turned cold at the revelation and he could feel the adrenaline of pre-battle begin to flow in his veins, he fought the excitement to remain in control. “Get our suits deployed.” He responded as calmly as he could muster. He worked the controls to poise the GM for the deployment, or rather, the dumping from the Firedfly that would get him into the fight. Let’s see how our boys do, he mused silently. (OOC: this was longer than I intended lol.)
  5. Wasn’t X cancelled before it was finished?
  6. I’m ready for this one to be poured on me when it is!
  7. Grim maintained a friendly demeanor despite himself feeling rushed. As Hiro asked about departing the Captain did smirk as he stood at ease, “funny you should ask, we should be launching any -“ as if on cue the Firefly suddenly lurched and the engines could be heard humming through the rusty ship. Grim held his hand open and motion around them all, “well there you go.” He did glance around to study the mercenary crew his eyes taking a precious moment to study each one. The Draconis Fury did have a good reputation which was a large reason why Grim decided to hire them. “Ladies and gentlemen thank you for departing with us. The AEUG will not forget the services which you will be rendering. Now if you will excuse us we have a ship to see to.” Grim offered a stiff salute before turning on his heel. He gave a brief nod to Ryder and Nicky before gliding past them both. As the Captain made his way to the bridge he studied the ship along the way. The freighter seemed barely space worthy much less worthy of being a mobile suit carrier. There was going to be minimal crew for their escape and Grim would be sure to visit with them all when he had the chance; now wasn’t the time though. As he entered the bridge he took in a deep breath before looking around at the viewports and the crew manning the controls. He gave a brief nod of acknowledgement towards the helmsman and then nodded forward. “Get is out of here.” Grim ordered. By his command the ship rose up escaping from the moon. As they rose he could feel the gravity lessen and soon he was holding onto a panel to keep himself from floating away. Tense minutes passed and Grim found himself reluctantly relaxing.
  8. For formality sake... Ensign Nicky Lavie you are assigned to a Nemo onboard the Firefly. Lieutenant Ryder Sarka you are assigned to a Nemo onboard the Firefly.
  9. Welcome to the fight Gyoku. I look forward to reading up on your personnel file to see how you can fit in with the team.
  10. Grim half sprinted, half hopped towards the ship in the port. With the moon’s gravity it was hard to make haste on foot, yet the Captain almost make it seem easy. Ben did manage to steal a glance back at the two pilots he seemingly recruited on the way through the spaceport. “On the double Ryder! Lavie!” He hardly paused to acknowledge their responses, satisfied with them merely following along. All morning Grim dealt with the remaining leaders of the AEUG; to say that the other officers were feeling stressed would be an understatement. Grim knew that this was the time for action.There were reports of Zeon movement heading their way and the AEUG couldn’t afford to be caught on the moon like it was at the moment. As the trio boarded the ship Grim glanced back over his shoulder to make sure his two pilots were still with him. When they caught up to him he did pause to regard them both this time. “Listen I know you both have questions about why I recruited you two for this mission but I don’t have time to explain at the moment.” Grim’s gaze lingered on Nick, “What I do need from you guys is to at least act like competent pilots when we meet our contacts inside.” He glanced at Ryder. “It’s time to show the Zekes what we can do gentlemen. I’ll explain more after we leave port, just stick by my side in here.” Grim gave a stern nod to his two new subordinates and quickly led them on board. The Captain drifted his way through some of the corridors, seemingly much more at ease just being onboard the ship. He looked around to get his bearings and stopped again by a certain passage when he heard the commotion down the corridor. He went towards the discussion being held at a table, his face lit up at the revelation of who was sitting at the table. “Ah excuse me but you must be our hired security!” He offered a wry smile as he approached the four mercenaries. “Allow me to introduce myself! I’m Captain Benjamin Grimsdottir and these are my two pilots who will be accompanying us.” Grim waved a hand to refer to Ryder and Nick. His attention shifted to to the man wedged between two women and a wry smile crossed his face. “You just be Hiro?” He offered his hand to the mercenary. His stern expression showed that he wasn’t in the same jovial mood as the mercs were a few minutes ago.
  11. You know I suppose it could be. There’s really only like 9-11 different mechs? They all have different features. Would require some digging around I suspect.
  12. Roromi

    Finding Nemos

    As Grim flew at the stunned enemy he knew he had to move quickly. Even as the spy got a shot off in his direction he knew he was committed, luckily it was poorly aimed and only drove through the top of his left leg. The impact jerked him causing him to veer slightly but not enough to stop his tackle. As the two suits collided debris erupted from them both. Grim felt as much as he heard the impact of the enemy’s closed fist digging into the upper right portion of his Nemo’s chest. At the same time his left arm seemingly shattered as it shoved the remains of it’s shield into the right armpit of the enemy suit, wedging the enemy arm from pointing at Grim. The only comfort Grim felt from the impact was how he was able to nestle the barrel of his rifle to point at the enemy cockpit. His right arm curled to hold the weapon close to his body, with the extension of both the entangled limbs buffering him from damaging his weapon. “Yield!” Grim yelled into the radio hoping the enemy pilot got the picture.
  13. Greetings ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the AEUG. Though we may come from many different backgrounds, we all follow the same course of ridding the Earth Sphere of oppression and tyranny. Please take this moment to introduce yourselves to your fellow pilots and crewmates. OOC: Please keep your posts in-character for this board using your AEUG character. Thanks!
  14. Roromi

    Finding Nemos

    Grim hid behind a piece of metal, breathing slowly and deliberately to calm himself down. The tension of the situation had been getting to him and he felt like a little kid hiding from a monster in his hiding spot. Having collected himself he once again felt like he had some measure of control in an otherwise chaotic situation. Nothing had moved in a few moments but Grim wasn’t actively moving either. As if to que him into action he felt a sudden jolt as his hiding space bucked forward. “What is this traitor doing now!?” Grim blustered as he stretched his hands over the controls to get back into action. The movement was deceptively gentle and he wondered if he had been found out. Then movement on another piece of debris next to him made the captain cock his head. Slowly he rolled the mobile suit to face the source of his movement, his beam rifle leading towards the edge of the metal sheet, nothing. Then he looked back towards where the explosion had been and noticed his enemy slinging debris in random directions. “He must be trying to flush me out…” Grim mused as he brought the rifle up to carefully aim. He took his time, he was farther than he would prefer but a well placed shot could be decisive. He fought the instinct to aim at the cockpit and instead aimed at the crown of the Nemo’s head. A shot at the cockpit could be dodged easily at this distance if Grim could correctly predict the direction of a likely dodge he might hit a deadly mark however. Grim squeezed the trigger and the pink blast fired off towards the Nemo. Instead of playing sniper, Grim immediately fired his thrusters to chase the shot towards his enemy.
  15. Roromi

    Finding Nemos

    Flying straight into the flames Grim was expecting to crash into his enemy. He was bewildered to see a foam cloud form from the explosion. “What the?!” Grim muttered. He sailed through the foamy mess like a comet, clean through the cloud. The sensible part of him wanted to stop and look around, but his experience told him that stopping could mean death. “Clever indeed, I recognize a trap…” As he darted past the mess he looked for a place to take cover. The game shifted again, odds were that the enemy already had eyes on him, and he didn’t know where they disappeared to. My best course of action is to get distance, Grim thought to himself. He zig zagged away into the metal maze trying to dive behind random pieces of metal, trying to hide himself. “Back to square one…” he muttered.
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