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  1. "Glad that's over." Kyle thought as he walked out of the debriefing room. "That could've ruined the whole campaign experience for me." However, this did teach the Diver something. Not only would decisions like that impact this world, but the shooting of the MKII didn't even matter. "Alpha Team still got away with Kamille and a MKII." As he reached the hangar of the Archangel, Kyle saw his robot companion annoying one of the engineers. "Hey Haro!" He yelled out. "Stop messing with him." The spherical droid floated back to his owner. "Sorry! Sorry!" It chirped. "I cant believe I just told a computer program to stop messing with another program..." He knew it was time to log off, so he pulled up his wrist hologram. As he made the world around him disappear, his mission rewards appeared. Kyle Badge: Hijack This! (+10000cr) Stage Completed: 10000 Credits Kyle had been hoarding credits for no real reason. After leaving his former team, nothing really enticed him to buy just for himself. "I'll use them eventually..." The Diver was brought back to the real world, staring down at his Gunpla. After he pulled off his visor, Kyle picked up the red machine. "We're gonna need to do some fine tuning." He said as the Gunpla was put next to his array of tools and unfinished model kits. "No way it'll be ready for the next mission though. I-" Suddenly, a voice made him jolt out of his seat. "Have you been playing this whole time?!" Kyle who had fallen on his back, looked up to see his angry wife by the door. "I thought you would've stopped to work on another project by now." The Comet Meister looked at the time. It was early in the morning. "Oh crap! Did I play all night?!" He exclaimed. "You sure did." His wife responded. "Can you please check the time every once in a while in the game? Work needs to be done, you know?" Kyle got up off the ground, putting his chair back in place. "I know, Amy. I'm sorry." Kyle said. "This new campaign was just super engaging though. It was like an SD G Gen game! One of the handheld ones though. It had Zeta and Seed mixed together with these realistic NPD's. Who knows what'll be next?" Amy sighed. "You can tell me all about it AFTER you get some rest." She exclaimed as she walked out of the room. By the way. The poster design for you-know-what is due this week." Kyle looked shocked. "Man... I thought it was due next week!" As he walked toward the bedroom, his eye caught a certain gray mobile suit on his shelf. "The Trinames may not be done, but that doesn't mean I can't use other mobile suits. This next mission will be in space, after all..."
  2. As the Trinames stood in the hangar of the Archangel, Kyle was still confused as to why they weren't back at the school. However, he couldn't help but be excited about this new campaign. "Zeta and Seed mixed together?" He said to his robotic companion. "Who knows what other series could be apart of this universe?!" The diver looked down to see two of this allies, along with Natalie Badgiruel. It was weird seeing so many named NPD characters for Kyle. Every once in a while, his old team would rent a Gundam alumni, but this battle and the way characters acted showed him how much effort was being put into the campaign. "There's more to this than meets the eye..." He thought. It didn't look like a basic mesh of universes. Characters were going to interact with each other, similar to a Super Robot Wars game or the series this campaign seemed to be named after. "How important will my interactions be to these NPD's? How will they respond?" Currently though, it didn't matter as Kyle pulled up a screen to his right, surveying the damage done to him by a real player. "The psycho sure did some damage..." He said. "No Trans-Am! No Trans-Am!" responded Haro. The diver chuckled. "Yeah, I didn't get to use it, but the Trans-Am wasn't stable anyways." None of the mobile suit seemed stable to Kyle. If he were to keep up with the others on Alpha Team, the Trinames would have to be completed. Picking the spherical droid up out of his slot, Kyle materialized in front of his Gunpla, glancing around the large hangar of the Archangel as he floated. His previous team could only afford a Supersonic Transporter, so being apart of such a massive ship was something he'd have to adjust to. Noticing Beta Three's Blue Zaku, he wondered who was piloting the Zeonic machine. The diver began to float down to his other teammate. "Aida, right?" Kyle exclaimed as his feet touched the ground. "My name is Kyle!" Haro jumped out of his arms and flapped his ears. "HARO! HARO!" It yelled out. Kyle sighed. "Yeah, that's my partner Haro, but I'm assuming you already knew that if you're playing this game."
  3. "What a mess!" As Kyle attempted to reach the others, he thought about how poor the mission seemed to be going for Beta Team. Not only were the Rick Dias' putting up a very good fight, but it felt like Alpha Team had the upper hand with their high quality skills piloting a Gundam. "Wish I was on the AEUG's team..." He thought, but the diver understood that type of mentality was futile. He had to work with what he had in order to win. "The challenge will make me stronger, even if the situation's not in my favor." As he crept closer, Kyle contemplated why Beta's leader felt that Char's buddies were so important to take down. "Who cares if one of those NPD pilots bites the dust? Wait a minute... Could that be the event condition?" He knew this was based on the G Generation games and that Alpha Team had an established mission, but could Beta Team change the battle with one death? "Either them or Quattro needs to die for this fight to truly progress!" Kyle was now reinvigorated, knowing (or at least thinking he knew) how to turn the tide in the colony battle. "Who do I fight? Where do I Attack? What weapon would work the best? Obviously I'd rather not use my damaged rifle, but what if-" "FIGHT DUMMY! FIGHT DUMMY!" His companion Haro brought him out of his rambling train of thought. "Thanks, little buddy." The diver responded. "Wait. Did you call me dummy?!" The sphere spun around and flapped its "ears". "Apolly! Roberto!" It responded. "Look down!" The Lockon fan had finally managed to catch up with the AEUG forces. In fact, him not paying attention ended up putting him above the action. It'd be the perfect time to snipe, but risking his right arm wouldn't be for the best, especially before the event condition., As he surveyed the battle, he saw that it seemed as if everyone else had beat him to it. The diver with the GM III was no where to be seen while the other in the Zaku looked to be engaging the Red Comet. "All I wanted out of this mission was to fight one of my idols, but all of this chaos..." He thought to himself. The diver surprisingly holstered his pistols, bringing out the Sazabi's heat axe instead. "I'm a good shot, but this definitely won't miss!" Kyle pushed down on the controls and headed directly into the firefight. Thankfully, it looked as if the two Zeon veterans were distracted with one of the MKII's, along with all the other madness surrounding them. "Someone's dying earlier than expected!" He yelled as the sliced toward one of the AEUG machine's head. "Sorry Apolly! Or maybe Roberto?!" (It was Roberto.)
  4. "Beta Two! Beta Three! I want you to disengage that maniac and the Red Comet! We are ganging up on the black Rick Diases! Hurry! We haven't much time..." “I’m a little busy right now…” Thought Kyle as the maniac proceeded to mock him. “Knockoff?! I’m even better than Lockon!” He brought up his own shield in an attempt to deflect the blasts back at the Astray. After all, the Sazabi’s shield was covered in Beam-Resistant coating. “Not this time, budd-“ The first shot scraped across his left arm as it went under the shield, causing some exterior damage. “Damage! Damage!” Haro yelled out! Kyle rolled his eyes, wondering how useful the robot could really be in battle. “Yes I know!” Thankfully, he managed to deflect the next blast back to his enemy, but the same couldn’t be said for the third. Not only did the final blast cause some harm to the shield, knocking Kyle back, but it deflected towards colony’s ground. “Uh oh…” An explosion erupted near the base as a massive hole opened inside, sucking everything it could into the depths of space. Kyle pulled back on the thrusters away from it as many vehicles and people were sucked out of the colony. “DAMMIT!” He said as the controls got tighter. The gaping hole was finally out of range as the Trinames slammed into some nearby trees. He instinctively held his head, even though no physical damage could be done to the diver. Turning on the main camera again, he couldn’t see his opponent anywhere in range. “Hopefully it got sucked out.” Suddenly, the spherical toy bounced up. “Kyle! Kyle!” Haro chirped. “Apolly, Roberto!” Kyle glanced up to see the Rick Dias’ in combat. “I don’t know why they’re so important, but fighting them will be a nice change of pace.” Kyle opened the comm line. “This is Beta Two. Engaging the enemy!” He yelled out as he blasted upward towards them.
  5. The entire battlefield was littered with drastically different Gunpla and CPUs fighting all over the Trinames. Madness seemed to unfold around the Lockon fanatic, but his eyes were set on taking out the crazed enemy pilot’s mobile suit. Unfortunately, he wasn’t giving up on his crusade for victory. While his Beam Gun did manage to damage his shoulder, the enemy Gunpla kept going on, swinging directly at the Trinames’. Kyle pushes hard on the controls, turning left from the slash, but his barrel stuck out ahead of him. He grunted as the large GN Sword took a chunk out of the built-in rifle. “Shit!” He thought. "If I fire that now, my whole arm would be damaged!” There wasn’t much time to worry though, as the other machine was pulling back. “You don’t get to damage my creation and get away with it!” He yelled. Pulling out the other GN Pistol, he fired it point blank at the exposed shoulder. Haro had different plans after this, pulling back to get distance between the enemy after the pistol shot. The toy attempted to move the Trinames away from the close combat as Kyle confronted the robot “Damn it Haro! give me back the controls!” While he wanted to do something similar, the sudden fallback made his return fire with both blasters a little wonky. “Acknowledged!” It chirped as the damaged Trinames was returned to the diver.
  6. "Forget the roleplayer! This guy's crazy!" Kyle's beam was just stopped by what looked to be a mix between the Astray and an Age Gundam. Not that it mattered, since the lunatic piloting it seemed to be out for virtual blood. "Why'd I have to end up with these type of people?" He thought to himself. Kyle liked to have fun in the game, but he knew that interesting people would always try to ruin that for him. "Haro!" He blared out. "Looks like we got oursel- HARO!" Kyle looked at the Char inspired toy, only to see it stare intently at a certain mobile suit. "MK II! MK II!" The toy chirped. The diver turned to see the unmanned MK-II was lying down, waiting for some boy with a girl's name to steal it. Kyle had heard radio chatter about Kamille. Both teams seemed to be intently watching over the boy. "Too bad he won't have a mobile suit to go to." Kyle used the Trinames left arm and pulled one of his GN Pistols out, firing at the cockpit of the black machine twice. "That thing was more trouble than it was worth." He thought as smoke came out of the machine's torso. "I got bigger problems right now." Kyle took the pistol and pointed both it and the Smart Beam Gun directly at the primary colored Gunpla. Without the distraction, Haro instinctively pulled the Trinames back in order to get more distance between the two. He could only aim the Beam Gun, since the pistol wasn't made for long range, but he fired both at the Astral Age, hoping to do some sort of damage as the other's fought among themselves.
  7. “Looks like this campaign will be more interesting than I thought.” Zeta Gundam was one of Kyle’s favorite series, knowing it like the back of his hand. He’d played missions based around it, but this campaign seemed to have more polish to it, as if it was more realistic. The cutscene for one thing, was way more extravagant and like the show than any other one he’d seen. “Thank God for the beta invitation.” He said. “We might be the first people to try this out.” As his team moved out of the hangar, he heard the GM III pilot, Aida, speak through the comms. "Beta Team, this is One. We’ll use provisional numerical callsigns for this assignment, according to your number in the team roster..." The NPD on the team interrupted, saying "Four, order acknowledged." “Oh boy…” Kyle thought. “He's one of THOSE players.” Kyle ran into the super serious Divers on many occasions. Most would act that way wanting to pretend it wasn’t a game, which is something he didn’t much care for. “It’s just a game. We’ll just take out the other players and… Wait.” Kyle pulled up the table filled with the player’s name and Gunpla. “This is going to be tough.” Three Gundams and a Woundwart opposed them, while the lone Gundam pilot had a GM, a Zaku, and a CPU Galbaldy on his side. “I hope those kits pack a punch.” Even though Kyle was the only Diver with a Gundam on the team, they still had two MK II’s, each piloted by somewhat competent pilots, and a Hizack. They were firing up at the Rick Dias, but Kyle knew they weren’t in range for them. The Trinames, on the other hand… “This is two. Targeting enemy Rick Dias.” The Trinames’ visor lowered as Kyle aimed directly at the red Rick Dias. “Sorry Quattro. I gotta take you out now. You’re quite beneficial to the AEUG’s victory and I’d rather not lose.” He hoped that the MK II’s could take out Apolly and Roberto while the other Divers duked it out, but another thought popped into his head. “Where’s Kamille in all of this?” The timeline had obviously changed to benefit the Titans, but if Kamille showed up, not only would Alpha team have another fighter, but the campaign would be affected negatively for Beta Team. Kyle glanced around to see the other unmanned MK II. He couldn’t spend all of his time looking for when Kamille would jump into it, but luckily, he had a friend who could. “Haro! Take control while I fire incase someone tries to attack!” Kyle shouted to the little robot. “and keep an eye on the third MK II! Tell me if it moves.” The red Haro spun around. “Roger! Roger!” Kyle kept his eyes on the NPD’s, opting to fire at one of Quattro’s pals instead. “Easier target…” The Smart Beam Gun pointed directly at the Rick Dias’ to the right of the AEUG Lieutenant. “Time to engage. NERAI UTSU ZE!” A pink beam emerged from the built-in beam rifle as it sped towards the target.
  8. “What?! You don’t want to try it out?” Kyle was sitting near his desktop computer, complete with a home console to access the latest update to GBN. He was hoping his wife could join him, but she had other plans. “Sorry.” She said. “I’m really busy with another project.” She turned to walk out the door of their gaming room which was filled with Gundam memorabilla. “I’ll play it another time.” Kyle wasn’t surprised. She wasn’t as big of a fan of Gundam as him and hadn’t even created a custom Gunpla yet. Nevertheless, Kyle picked up his work in progress. It was a red and gold Dynames with a few different pieces. He looked to his right, noticing the plethora of Gunpla parts laying next to paint. “I know I should wait until you’re done, but I have to play now!” He thought to himself. Kyle put the Gunpla over the scanner in the middle of the home console, grasping the joysticks while wearing the visor connected to the machine. The dive into the world felt different to Kyle. “Maybe I’m just nervous about the Trinames’ performance.” He thought. As he arrived in the lobby, only one administrator was there, seemingly working with new test NPD’s. Kyle didn’t pay much attention to him though. All he wanted to do was fly around with his new Gunpla. As soon as he was how to teleport to one of the Mobile Suit hangars, he noticed an advertisement for McDaniel. Romario Monini smiled as he held up a cheeseburger, with red and yellow flowing behind him. Kyle smirked at the ad. “Looks even better in the game…” The Trinames was rather shiny inside the game, especially the gold covering the shield. As Kyle got inside the cockpit, he was greeted by his old friend. It was a red Haro, wearing its own Char Aznable mask. “Kyle! Kyle!” The Diver smiled. “it’s great to see you, Haro! You ready for some fun!” Haro jumped with glee into its slot. “Fun! Fun!” Kyle headed toward the catapult as he finally got to call out his new machine. “Trinames! Kyle O’Connor! Launching!” The sniping mobile suit catapulted away, flying around the game’s world. “This feels great!” He yelled as he moved his right arm around, practicing aiming with the connected Smart Beam Gun. He gently landed on one of the nearby buildings as he opened up his menu. “What mission do I go with?” He thought. At first, he was going to pick one of the tutorial battles, but he knew how easy those were for him. Plus, he’d already completed them multiple times, ruining the surprise. “Maybe I can get another person to practice with me. Wait!” He exclaimed “I’m sure there’s a campaign that’ll test my sniping abilities.” He scrolled down, passing various campaigns for long ranged Gunpla, but one regular campaign caught his attention. “Gundam Generation?” - << Gundam Generation >> A randomized, dynamic and innovative campaign which reimagines events of every timeline and mixes them up with each other for a one-of-a-kind experience! Strike foes down on every known battlefield, oppose NPDs or ally with them, and gain exclusive rewards for passing the unmarked side assignments! Warning: Beta Campaign. Stability and playability errors might arise at random. Report any problems with this campaign to the nearest administrator. - Looking for Divers… (Maximum 8 players) 1. [8TMS Lt.] Aida 2. NPD - “Sounds like a tribute to the G Generation games.” He said. “Maybe this could work, but would the Trinames…” At that moment, a golden V appeared in the sky by the War in the Pocket area. “I’m assuming that’s the two players. Haro! Take me to that location.” The robot chirped “Roger!” Haro flew towards them as Kyle got a closer look. One appeared to be a modified GM III while the other was a kitbashed Saviour Gundam. “Interesting…” Kyle locked his name onto the roster, having Haro land next to them. “Hello there!” said Kyle. << Gundam Generation >> Looking for Divers… (Maximum 8 players) 1. [8TMS Lt.] Aida 2. [ZAPP Agent] Creed 3. [Comet Meister] Kyle 4. NPD 5. NPD 6. NPD 7. NPD 8. NPD
  9. Kyle's Gunpla Collection #1 GNS-300RE Trinames Repair Base Unit: GN-002 Gundam Dynames Operator: Kyle O'Connor Defensive Systems: Conventional Materials - Lightweight armor, good mobility. Anti-Beam Coating - exceptional resistance to beam weaponry at the cost of being frail to physical damage. (Shield Only) Special Systems: Trans-Am - offers exceptional mobility at the cost of high power consumption. Currently unstable due to the unit being incomplete. Melee Weapons: Beam Tomahawk - A weapon able to cleave into most units, but is slower than most other weapons. It's kept in the shield and rarely used. Projectile Weapons: Beam Smart Gun - A weapon that fires at mid-range to long-range enemies. Can deal high damage at the cost of power consumption and rate of fire. It's equipped to the right arm. GN Beam Pistols - Two pistols that have a high rate of fire, but low damage. Shield: Physical Shield - Heavy Sazabi shield painted with Anti-Beam Coating. Power system: Solar Furnace - offers exceptional energy and propulsion (including Trans-Am) at the cost of being proprietary (limits backpack options) and expensive. Special Abilities/Features: Sniper Mode - Like the Dynames, it allows the pilot to focus on sniping enemy units. The Haro connected to the machine can take control of it, as if it's a NPD unit.
  10. Kyle O'Connor Full name: Kyle O'Connor Age: 25 Sex: Male Height: 6'1" Weight: 150 lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown Skin: Very fair Handiness: right-handed Personality A light-hearted individual, Kyle like to meet new people and go on missions with them. He understands that this is a game people wish to enjoy, so he tries to make sure no one doesn't feel included. He's confident in his abilities as a player, attempting to pilot and use tactics his favorite characters use, borderline obsessing over them. The results of these strategies may vary. Strengths and Weaknesses As a mid-level Gunpla builder and fighter, his long range skills are marvelous as a result from the constant practice he's had to try to be more like Lockon. While his close combat skills aren't terrible, he understands that more practice will be needed. He's more of a team player than a leader too. His last team didn't have an official leader, so he's been used to making his own decisions. However, he knows that plans should be made in order to succeed in missions. Appearance A combination of his two favorite characters, Lockon and Char, Kyle has the face of Lockon (with Char's scar) and Gundam Meister clothing in red and gold. Much like Quattro, the sleeves have also been removed, along with sometimes wearing his sunglasses too. While not a perfect match to the characters, he's tried to create something new using what he likes. History Kyle and his wife work as freelance Graphic Designers at home, so he's constantly been tempted to play GBN. For a while, he was apart of a somewhat successful team, but they've since parted on good terms. He's done many of the quests that directly tie in with the anime and has tried to make a name for himself. Most records made by him have been target practice missions, which don't get much attention from other players to begin with. He's gotten bored of the lone player life, so he's decided to find some new people as teammates. Possessions GNS-300RE Trinames Repair An incomplete version of the Trinames, Kyle has taken parts from the Dynames and some of Char's mobile suits, along with their colors. Kyle says that it's three times faster than a normal Dynames, explaining it's namesake, but that's extremely debatable. Included with it is a beam smartgun, two beam pistols, and one Sazabi Tomahawk. Its Trans-Am System is unstable, so he prefers not to use it currently.
  11. Universal Century 0085. It had been a year and a half since Ryder had joined the Titans, and things had changed for the newly promoted Lieutenant. No longer was he apart of a platoon. He belonged to the Pursuers, a special force within the Titans, and they were at the top of their class. The 8 Mobile Suit pilots apart of this squadron were all assigned to the Alexandria-class ship, the Excalibur. Ryder currently floated around in the hangar of this ship, waiting for it to dock into Konpei Island. Their next assignment was being kept from them, something the Lieutenant didn't enjoy. It never gave him enough time to prepare, but it did give him the extra challenge. However, Ryder already had enough of a challenge, considering he had an outdated mobile suit. Most members of the team used the Hizack, one of the newer mobile suits, but Ryder was stubborn. He opted to stick with his GM Sniper II, along with another squad-mate, Gabriel. The Ensign loved his GM Quel, which made him an obvious choice to be Ryder's spotter on missions. The Titan watched as one of the Hizacks was being dismantled for spare parts. "It's sad to see her go." said a booming voice behind him. Ryder turned to see the Commander of the Pursuers. "But it's not every day you get to try a new mobile suit, huh?" Ryder smirked as he heard that comment. He knew the commander wished he would use something better, but time and time again, Ryder would refuse. "Well, I hope it works well, Dustin." He responded to the scarred individual. Suddenly, he heard the ship start to connect to the large space station. "That's our cue." said Dustin. "I'll meet you inside Solo- I mean Konpei Island, in room R17." He floated toward a nearby opening as Ryder watched. Every time he saw him, he was reminded of the mistake he made. That Gelgoog Marine haunted him... Ryder zipped up his uniform and followed suit, but he knew he couldn't catch up. Dustin worked a million miles a minute as a commander and wanted to make sure everything would be ready for their meeting. He looked and saw his teammate. "Gabe!" he yelled out.
  12. Edwin was right. Whatever they were doing, it was an obvious trap. Erland gripped onto the controls harder, thinking about their next plan of attack. No matter what, they needed to stick together, but they had to know where the enemy even was. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. "I'll fly onto the roof of one of these buildings." The Branch Commander said. "It'll give us a better view of what we're dealing with. The Red Graze began to raise as Erland found a sturdy rooftop to land on. It's feet carefully pressed down on the building, as he looked out into the maze of passages. "Strange..." He thought to himself. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but something was askew. The mobile worker had vanished, but he had no clue where. At that moment, Erland heard machine gun fire. "Commander!" yelled Yohan. "He's going for your back." Erland maneuvered the mobile suit to the right as the Spinner Rodi slammed into the side of the lance. Both machines fell down onto one of the nearby buildings, demolishing it completely...
  13. Erland climbed into the cockpit of his mobile suit, pressing a multitude of buttons to get the machine started. It was finally time for battle, and the preparations here would be extremely important, considering their enemy. The communicators turned on, with Edwin on the other side. “You ready Erland? Let’s head out.” he said. Erland felt like everything was ready. "I am. Let's take care of this mess." He maneuvered the mobile suit into position, waiting for clearance. "You're good to go." said one of the crew members. The Branch Commander smiled. "Erland Falk, Schwalbe Graze. LAUNCHING!" The mobile suit jetted into the depths of space...
  14. A large waterfall was crashing down onto the rocks below, keeping a large pond filled. Ryder Sarka sat near this lake during his break from his duties at Jaburo. It had been a week since the skirmish with the Zeon Remnants, and things had changed since then. The Commander had received new orders from the higher-ups. The four were to leave for space once Dustin had healed. The Ensign knew little about the assignment, only that they would be apart of a larger division. He hoped that it was a special unit, but only time would tell. As for the Zeon survivors, no search parties ever found them. Ryder assumed they had made it to their destination. He hoped that his next mission would go differently. The Titan picked up a small stone, tossing it across the water. It began to sink as it hit it. "I was never good at skipping stones." Ryder thought to himself. Ryder had been doing a lot of thinking lately. The Titans were something completely different to him, and part of him wished that he'd never joined. He knew it had to be done though. Ryder needed closure for Len's death, and the only way to do that would be through the specialized Zeon killers. He got up and began walking back toward the base. It wouldn't be long before he'd be leaving and going back to space. That got Ryder excited. Not only would it be a change of scenery, since it'd been years since he'd gone back up, but it would be a new chapter in his life as a Titan. he wouldn't allow himself to lose again. This time, thing's would be difference. Ryder Sarka wouldn't allow anything but the best of his abilities in order to become a star in the Titans... FIN
  15. Ryder walked down, turning away from the Ensign. A wave of emotions seemed to flood inside of him. All he wanted to do at this point was move on, but something wasn't letting him do so. The Lieutenant went back toward the barracks. He hoped that maybe they could arrive at their destination before he woke up. The bleak, dank ship was beginning to bore him, and he wished for a change of scenery. Climbing back into the pod, he began to rest. However, this former Titan would never be able to rest peacefully... Knock Knock! He heard someone banging on the pod door. "Oh, come on. Let me get some sleep." Ryder climbed out, only to see a familiar face staring at him. "I can't believe it..." He said. "Len?" The blond haired brother smirked. "It's great to see you, Ryder!" The Lieutenant ran up to him, as the Sarka brothers hugged. "I thought you were dead!" Ryder cried out as tear began to form. He let go, beginning to take of his jacket. "This belongs to you." Len shook his head. "No, no. You can keep it." He responded. "It fits your badass look." Ryder laughed. "Badass look? Bro, I'm far from being badass." Len chuckled. "Come on, dude. You're pretty cool!" Len put his hand on Ryder's shoulder. "Too bad you killed all those people!" The former Titans expression changed. "What?" Len laughed hysterically. "Look around you, bro!" Ryder began to notice dozens of people on the floor. They were withered, as if all the air was taken from them. "This is only a faction of deaths you caused." Ryder shook his head. "No. NO! I didn't know. Dustin was-" Len turned back to him. "THEY ARE DEAD AND THEY'LL NEVER COME BACK!" Len began to smirk again. "You should join them." Ryder looked back at him. "Stop this! Make it e-" Suddenly, it seemed like all the air was being sucked out as Ryder began to gasp for air. He fell to the floor, trying to breathe. Len watched to his brother suffocated. "AH!" Ryder smacked his head on the top of the pod. "He came to realize it was all a dream. It didn't matter to him though. The nightmares felt real, and they continued to haunt him every night...
  16. Erland smiled as he saw Edwin's machine. It looked sleek and fast, like it could take out a whole squad on its own. "Still not as good as mine though." He thought. The Mars Commander wasn't used to the gray space variants of the Graze. In fact, Erland didn't have much experience battling outside of the atmosphere. He hoped that his skills would be adequate, but that wouldn't matter much since he had such a strong mobile suit. The red Schwalbe Graze almost seemed to glimmer as it held its custom lance. Erland was excited to be apart of the mission. Edwin explained the battle plan to him. The two and another pilot, Yohan, would be the main squad while the other Grazes would be a rear guard. "He's right." Erland thought to himself. "Who knows what we're getting ourselves into." He turned back to his colleague. "That's good." He said in response to discussing Yohan. "Whatever it may be, the Grazes of Gjallarhorn will be able to stop it." Erland said. "When shall we be launching?"
  17. "Another Calamity War remnant..." He thought to himself. Erland understood the power of those machines. They weren't something to scoff at. Gjallarhorn was powerful, but the strength of even one of those mobile suits would be an issue. "We gotta get a hold of that weapon." Erland looked out to the moon, thinking about the Elion Family, along with Edwin's wife and their son. "I'd imagine this operation is a little more personal for you, considering your family ties." The Falk family had some relations with the Elion's, but nothing major. Erland had no interest in the mining facility, just the fact that this mission would give him something to do. Months of paperwork bored him, so being active in mobile suit combat again enticed him. "But I now understand why I'm here. I won't let you down." He said to the Bauduin Noble. "If you don't mind, could you take me to the mobile suit hangar? I'd like to see what our firepower is."
  18. Erland had recently arrived on the Fortis, along with his Graze. He gazed out into the depths of space, noticing many star craft speeding through the cold, dark universe. It had been a while since he'd been out of Mars' atmosphere, so the scenery change was nice for him. "I hope Worths will be able to control those men while I'm gone." He thought to himself. Erland would be practically leaving everyone behind for a mission he knew very little about. However, it had to be important if he was requested by his old friend, Edwin. Their families respected each other, but the two noble's were practically brothers. “I had no idea that I’d be entertaining a member of the Falk family on my ship!” Erland looked back to see the man in question. He held out his hand, the non-robotic one, to the branch commander. “It’s good to see you, Erland!” He chuckled and grasped the hand, shaking it. "It's good to see you too, Edwin." Erland said. "It's definitely been awhile." He let go of the hand, noticing the robotic arm, but not paying attention to it. He had no idea what happened, but he understood that was a story for another time. Right now there were more pressing questions. "I apologize if this is too blunt, but I was told you tell me why I'm even here." He asked. While he loved being pulled out of the boring position he was in, he wished to know more about the assignment. "Could you fill me in?
  19. Full name: Erland Halvar Falk Faction: Gjallarhorn/ Falk Family Rank: Branch Commander Age: 24 Eyes: Blue Hair White Skin: Pale Handiness: left-handed Personality: Calm and collected. Erland has lived a very pampered life, never having to worry about anything. He's very suave and is popular with the public, but not the military. He's somewhat naive when it comes to Gjallarhorn since his position was practically given to him due to his birthright. Strengths and weaknesses: Charisma - Erland can talk himself out of many situations. His experience in Falk politics has turned him into a very smart man who can come up with responses quickly. Family - He has been raised to live and die for the Falk family. Their loyalty always comes first in any situation. He understands they are the reason he's so powerful in the first place, so he also respects them very much, even when he feels they're doing something immoral. This can lead him to make some dumb decisions. Somewhat skilled pilot - Erland has trained to be a Graze Pilot since he was a teenager, but he's only been in a few skirmishes. Most of the time, the people below him take care of the mess while he attempts to strategize. Unskilled Branch Commander - He was practically thrown into this position, much to the dismay of his soldiers, he has little experience in the role and most of the time, he's helped out by his assistant. Some people even say that the assistant is the real branch commander. Appearance: Erland takes very good care of himself and puts much effort into his appearance. Women of the public idolize him because of this, with some attempting to stalk him. He likes the attention though. History: Erland was born a noble in the Falk Family. While not the most popular of the Seven Stars, the Falk's were one of the most powerful due to how much effort they put into politics and the military.s. Erland is one of five children, with him being the second youngest. Most of his life has been luxurious. Over the years, he was taught to act a certain act by his siblings, which is followed to a T. His family was close with the Bauduin's and Kujan's, allowing him to make many friends. One of which was Edwin Bauduin, a military veteran. At first, Erland was scared of him, due to his bitter nature. However, he learned to enjoy his company. Edwin almost became like another brother to him, since he was the one who first taught him how to pilot a mobile suit, something his real siblings never did. When he became of age, he joined the ranks, becoming assigned to a force on Mars. It didn't take long for him to become a Branch Commander, not because of his skills, but because of family. His father didn't believe him to be as skilled as his other children, so through a couple of backdoor deals, Erland was given his position. Thankfully, he also received an aid by the name of Worths. Worths would deal with most of the branch duties, while Erland just had to look good. The forces he commanded were not pleased, but there was little he could do. After a few minor skirmishes on the planet, Erland was given a top-secret mission on Earth, he had no clue what it was about, only that it had something to do with Edwin, someone he hadn't seen in years... Unit: EB-05s Schwalbe Graze: This red mobile suit was been lance/ short rifle hybrid along with a custom shield. Kills: n/a Role Plays: Iron Blooded Order Coliseum Battles: n/a
  20. Ryder's emotions became very mixed after getting slapped by his superior. Part of him wanted to fight back, but that'd be a one-way ticket to a Titan POW camp. Another part of him respected the Captain for what he did. It showed Ryder that the AEUG had a competent leader who wouldn't put up with people's bullshit. The former Titan didn't agree with the silver-haired man, but he was starting to warm up to the AEUG's leader. Right then, Ryder knew he had to change his act in order to succeed. He had one goal in mind, which was to rise up in the AEUG's ranks. Pissing of their leader wasn't going to help with that. "Like it or not, I gotta play by his rules." Ryder thought to himself. "This is my chance to shine. I can't screw this up." The Lieutenant was going to respond, but the captain was currently chewing out Nicky on the account of Ed Shiro, the GM pilot who perished in battle. He noticed the Captain really seemed to care about the deceased, going as far as to say he was twice the pilot Ryder was. "If he really was that, he wouldn't be dead." His sloppiness didn't get the pilot killed though. It was a mixture of Nicky's incompetence and the man's own skills, so Ryder felt little sympathy. However, it made Ryder realize every life mattered to the Captain. "If I want to get on his good side, I'll have to protect every pilot, no matter how inept they are." Grim stared back at the two, seemingly waiting for a response. Ryder had nothing else to say, but he wasn't sure about Nicky. How would he feel being partially responsible for a teammates death? After all, Ryder had been in the same spot before...
  21. Ryder looked puzzled. "Headhunter?" He thought. "Has he ever worked with a sniper?" While Ryder was confused, he did understand why Grim would be enraged. As much as he wouldn't like to admit it, his first sortie as an AEUG pilot was somewhat sloppy, but the way things were run in the AEUG was sloppy. As a Titan, things were planned out and it was clear what jobs people had on the battlefield. Ryder was told that he was the squadron leader, but one of the mercs would give him orders. Nicky's actions were self-explanatory, and the other pilots were far from skilled. "Four Gaza-C's shouldn't have been an issue, but it wasn't all my fault." "Sir, my job as a long-range mobile suit pilot is to take out as many enemies as possible before they get in range. A headhunter is what I'm supposed to be." Ryder responded. "And I'd love to be a leader, but when the team doesn't know how to even adequately pilot our mobile suits, like our sitting duck over here, it makes it very challenging." Ryder felt himself get angrier. "Am I even the squadron leader, because one of your mercs was giving me orders. Why is nothing in the AEUG ran efficiently? None of us even know our mission, we were just thrown onto this dumpy ship!" Ryder thought again about the battle. Some blame could be put on him. He needed to be a better teammate, no matter how reckless the AEUG did things. He looked away. "But you are right in expecting better. I expected better from myself too..."
  22. Ryder Sarka stood against one of the walls near the sleeping pods, arms crossed. As he reminisced about the recent battle, the former Titan wished he could've gotten more practice in the simulation. It had been months since he'd even been inside a mobile suit, since he was too busy being tortured by the Titans. Luckily, he realized how much the Nemo controlled like the GM Sniper II, one of his older machines he'd piloted before. "Reloading..." He thought to himself. "I got to get faster at that!" Ryder walked to his sleeping pod. "That rifle could take out nearly anything in one hit, why can't it hold more than one shot?!" A red button illuminated near his pod. When he pressed it, the square door hinged up, allowing him inside. It was cramped, but it was supposed to be. After all, the pods weren't meant for comfort. A couple of pictures were taped to the top of his bed. Two were of the squadrons he'd served in with the Titans, the Pursuers and the 41st Strike Team. He looked closer at the Pursuers, noticing his former Commander. "Poor bastard." The other two were taken back when he was in high school, one of him and his friend Maria, and another with his newly enlisted brother, Len, as he grinned in his new uniform. "That was the day he gave me his jacket." Ryder grabbed that jacket, putting it back on as he closed the door. After many years, the jacket had become somewhat torn and ratty. Ryder attempted to fix it many times, but he dreaded the day it would just tear in half from any sort of movement. There wasn't much time for him to think about the past though. Dashwood's voice spoke through the intercom, requesting him and the Ensign, Nick Lavie, to go to Grim's office. "Expected that..." He thought. A debriefing was needed after what they went through. Ryder made his way to the quaint office, seeing his teammate saluting the captain. Ryder followed suit, awaiting a response from the Captain.
  23. The Nemo rattled as it was thrown from its laying position. The mobile suit floated as Ryder grabbed on to the controls, positioning it to see the damage caused. Smoke blared from the outside of the bridge. "Not good..." Ryder thought to himself. If they couldn't get the ship to move, they'd all be sitting ducks. The only choice for the Lieutenant was to fly back into the hangar and hope things would be ok. The hangar door opened as Ryder flew back, connecting his rifle back to the wall. There were minor scrapes and paint chipping on his mobile suit, but it was otherwise still very functional. The mobile suit powered down as Ryder floated out of the cockpit. "Hey!" He yelled out to the mechanic. "What's the damage look like?" Ronald turned his head to the pilot. "I'm not sure yet. A lot of crew members are surveying the damage right now!" Ryder pushed off the cockpit door to the neck of the ship. He had no idea how far they were from their destination, so it was unknown how long it'd take for someone to come to their aid. Smoke was all around him when he made it to the neck of the ship. He assumed the bridge crew was wearing normal suits, so unless they took a direct hit inside the bridge, they'd hopefully be fine. "We've had some bad luck..."
  24. Ryder ran to help out his fellow Ensign, but he was too late. The only machine left was a mangled GM Quel, with no Gouf custom in sight. "DAMMIT!" He yelled out. He knew that their leader would join up with the other two functional suits. It was unlikely that they'd find them now. Ryder turned off his beam saber and put it up in its slot, noticing movement at the bottom right side of his screen. It was Dustin, bleeding out on his own pilot seat... "Uh... Commander? We're gonna need a medic." A few hours later, Ryder sat in the hangar bay, looking at the mess of mobile suits inside. Two other pilots sat by him, saying nothing to each other. Albert, who had a bandage on his nose, looked at the other one. It was the surviving GM Kai pilot, who's headless mobile suit had fallen off a ridge, missing the battle. His poor skills as a pilot ended up saving his life. As for Dustin, he was being treated in the Medea's medbay. Last time Ryder saw him, the injured Lieutenant Junior Grade was mumbling something about Gabriel to the Commander. Speaking of, Ryder hadn't seen Gabe since they all got on the ship. He thought that maybe the other Ensign wasn't taking his loss very well. However, the silence had gone on for too long and Ryder tried to lighten things. "You know, seven out of ten isn't that bad." He joked. Albert glared directly at him. "Ten out of ten is what we strive for. The Titans are only satisfied if every Zeon is dead." The Commander stood up. "Through you just reminded me of our little friend in the cell. Come with me." Ryder and the other soldier. "Not you." exclaimed Albert. "This is Titan business." The two walked to the brig. "What about Gabe?" Ryder asked. The older Titan frowned. "Gabe... did something on the battlefield. I'm gonna have a talk with him later." They opened the cell door to find a Zeon Remnant Soldier cuffed to a chair, bleeding. It was one of the Zaku pilots, who Ryder had incapacitated once trees had fallen on his mobile suit. "Watch and learn." said Albert as the walked toward their prisoner. "This is how the Titans conduct business." Albert tried to make eye contact with the soldier but to no avail. "Tell me where your friends are headed." The soldier looked up at him, spitting blood in the Commander's face. "The other ones tried. You're getting nothing out of me." He uttered. Albert responded by pulling out his pistol, smacking the Zeon prisoner in his face. "TELL ME!" He yelled as blood dripped down his enemy's face. Ryder was shocked. Albert was harsh, but he didn't expect him to torture the prisoner. He thought that maybe something happened on the battlefield. The soldier grinned, looking back up at Albert. "Sieg... Zeon..." Albert scowled, turning away. "We're done here." He said to Ryder. Just as he walked to the door, he turned around, putting a 9mm sized hole in the Zeon soldiers head.
  25. "You're nothing but a mindless follower who fights for a lost cause. Just quit!" Albert McConnell swung diagonally to the left, connecting with his opponent's heat hawk. Sparks flew as the two mobile suits pushed with their weapons. "Just a little closer..." Albert thought as the GM Quel's head got close to the Zaku's. "NOW!" The Commander launched his vulcan guns straight into the Monoeye, causing the glass surrounding it to shatter. "Ha!" He laughed. "Time to-" The Zaku took a risky move, kicking the GM Quel in its right knee, breaking it in the other direction. Both suits fell on their backs, dropping the weapons they'd used. However, only one mobile suit got up. The Zaku F2's cockpit door was raised, giving the pilot vision. It began to walk toward its prey... Meanwhile, Ryder and his opponent took some nasty hits. As bullets hit the Titan's shield, it crumbled and cracked, most likely due to damage, which it'd received prior. Worse though was the fact that some rounds managed to hit the joint between the torso and the arm, sending the limb flying back, shield in tow. "Shit!" He yelled out, dropping his empty machine gun. As he replaced it with his beam saber, the Ensign had no choice but to use close combat. Flying towards the last location of the Zaku, he swung, only to find no Zaku in the area. Albert tried reaching for his own beam saber but to no avail. It was too far, and the damage to the leg meant he wasn't going anywhere. The Zaku stood above him. Its heat hawk had been broken in half from the drop, but the pilot had other ways to battle. Sara made the Zaku clasp its hands, sending both of them into the shield. Albert's machine shook violently as the Zaku repeated this many times. Eventually, it just grabbed the shield, pulling it off its connector. With no way to protect himself, Albert only had one option, he fired the remaining vulcan gun rounds into the chest of the Zaku. Its arms stopped moving as it fell on top of the GM. "Dammit. Can't move at all now." He thought as his cockpit opened. He pointed his pistol above him, only to see a 60mm sized hole through the torso of the pilot. Blood began to drip on Albert's head. He noticed that the seatbelt was the only thing preventing the corpse from falling on top of him. "Commander!" He heard Ryder through the comms. "I lost the Zaku. Are you ok?" Ryder called out. "I'm fine. Took care of my Zaku, but my GM's not gonna move." Said Albert, who was bleeding from the attack. "Go after their leader. Don't worry about the other one." Ryder became worried. "But I only got my beam saber left. I'm a sniper. You know a can't-" "THAT'S AN ORDER, ENSIGN! GO!" Ryder left for the main battle, worried that it might be his last. Far from their location was Yuri's Zaku. It was riddled with bullets. Both hands were blown off as some of the bullets took off them. However, it could still walk as it made its way to a damaged Dom Tropen. It was trying to connect its own leg back, though it didn't seem to be possible. The two communicated with each other, then with the commander. In their condition, they were probably telling her they'd be taking another way to the rendezvous point, hoping she'd be able to do the same...
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