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  1. Hmm? Niemeyer’s attention was soon brought by his onboard computer to something happening outside his field of vision to the right, according to the way the alarm sounded. Turning into a Mobile Suit and tilting its head towards the stimuli, his DINN briefly stopped, but switched to its simple MA mode once again very soon and kept moving. The pilot had seen enough. Alright, picture taken. It’s not simply above in the air. No point to that when it can shoot me on the top, or ride me while turning me into roast with a saber… The green DINN gained altitude, and soon was lost among the clouds. It’s on the ground, but not anywhere near that flash. An explosion would obviously not trigger near it, no sense to that. A rifle or a grenade both mean he’s far from that building… “but my sensors haven’t picked anything up.” He opened the snapshot he had taken of the area, and noticed something. Bingo. I’ve got it… the projectile hit one of the buildings before exploding. And damage can be seen from this side of it. That means it’s somewhere in that area… The Captain drew an imaginary, C-shaped zone on his head, which seemed to engulf the area where the grenade exploded. He gripped his controls, and activated his first weapons system. "Multipurpose Launcher. HE Rounds. Twenty. Left... four rounds."

    From the clouds, missiles started to rain towards the city, bombing the streets inside the C-shaped zone. The DINN pilot descended immediately after, facing the zone, to observe the results. “You tried to trick me! Pretty impressive for an A.I, but if you have any sense of self-preservation, this will smoke you out.”  You can fly up, or light on those thrusters and simply find more cover. But whichever you do, I'll know where you are.

    Thank heavens this city is not real. Such a situation would cripple me in real life… i couldn’t simply fire at a city like this. Not with all the treaties and bureaucracy going on.

  2. On 25/03/2020 at 14:09, Valiant said:

    No canon characters. Otherwise it will be quite troublesome trying to deal with them or explain what happened to them.


    Check Nyaa or BakaBT?

    Nyaa only has Origin, Thunderbolt, IBO, Fighters, Fighters Try Island Wars (but not Try itself), and Divers. BakaBT has turned... weird.

    Still, i can check other sites and force myself to watch through it if i do find it in subs. Plus now i know where to watch IBO and see if i give it a try.

  3. It was a very quiet night aboard Captain Niemeyer's regal-looking vessel, the Florence. Nothing was showing up on the scanners, there wouldn't be an attack from the Federation (or other undesirable groups) either, not so soon after the last one, and they'd already been served dinner. Now there would be only two things to do: fall asleep on the Captain's chair out of boredom while making his rounds, dropping his cup of tea in the floor, or go to his quarters and stare at the ceiling for hours, having already exhausted his supply of sleep aid pills. Well it definitely won't be either. I'd rather die than do this again and again every night… or rather, it’ll kill me. God, i can’t think clearly anymore. Getting up from his chair, he left his Executive Officer, Pizzini, in charge of the chair, the tea and countless sensors that beeped as soon as they picked up some wildlife on the ground. He lied to him about having to check up with the mechanics one last time before going to sleep, even though Lieutenant Pizzini most likely knew already: they wouldn't find him on his bed anytime soon, but rather, in the cockpit of his personal DINN, running simulations.

    And soon enough, he was in the hangar, preparing to enter the machine, painted green with golden and red accents, a color scheme inspired by the Zaku IIs of the Zeon Royal Guard. A black uniform jacket and white peaked cap were tucked under the seat, as he closed the hatch behind him and fired up the electrical systems, leaving the engines, actuators and Minovsky Reactor inactive. He navigated the simulator's menu slowly, out of boredom. He'd tried it all out in ZAFT's catalog: the BuCUE, the GOOhN, the ZnO, among others. The chief engineer, a One Year War veteran, had even hooked him up with data cartridges to simulate Mobile Suits of previous eras, such as various Zaku I and II variants, the Flight Type Gouf, GM Sniper II and even a Gundam… of which there only seemed to remain a round head with manipulators attached to the sides and a cannon on top. A very weird contraption that looked more like a Ball than a Gundam, but a Gundam's a Gundam, and so the enigmatic B Gundam remained the jewel of the crown in his collection of Mobile Suit data. One day, I shall obtain the rest of its body and know what controlling a Gundam truly feels like.

    Then, he found a new option. “Duel”? What’s this one do? Must have come with the newest firmware… Eager to find something new to finally feel in need of a nap, he pressed the button, and braced himself as the screen turned dark, only showing a single word on screen: “SEARCHING”, and the Mobile Suit’s HUD. Thus, he knew the system had selected the default Mobile Suit… his own. I won’t be unacquainted with the controls, at the very least.


    Now, before his eyes appeared a city. A floodplain surrounded by gently rolling hills, with buildings too diverse to be characterised by any particular architectural style, partly because of their varying ages, and intrincate streets navigating the massive city, with unintuitive turns, dangerous looking roundabouts and most particularly, traffic lights on the left side of the roads, when present. The skies were gray and cloudy, but the weather looked stable and the wind was bearable. It reminds me of one of those cities smack dab in Federation territory, as shown in my high school geography books. The DINN, standing next to a hangar in an airport with a layout not unlike Carpentaria Base’s, took off to the skies and deployed its six golden wings, as Niemeyer’s objectives appeared in the HUD.


    Primary Directives: Find Enemy Mobile Suit (0/1)

    Restore Peace and Order

    No Secondary Objectives


    Only one enemy? So that’s what it meant by “Duel”. Well, if it’s just one of them, he ought to be skilled enough. Better be wary of my surroundings...

  4. The first gleam appeared under the only Gundam of the group - Kyle’s, a modified Dynames. Looking at the differences between it and a normal Dynames, Aida could only guess the model was incomplete during the skirmish in Gryps 2. Praying that it was complete now to help him battle the gleaming machines of the opposite team, he was shocked when the GN-Particle powered Gundam was replaced with… a massive Zeong, seemingly stock, which sat on its skirt rather than use any legs for support. Aida wanted to pull out his own virtual hair and eat it. Oh, no… If he wanted to play Newtype, he could've at the very least brought along a Qubeley! He better know how to use that thing. Two faces in the ship were alarmed, however. One of the bridge hands, a bespectacled, brown haired man sporting a Federation uniform, was talking with an aging Titans engineer.

    - “Hey, i know that thing. That's a war relic.”

    - “From the time you were manning White Base’s sensors, right? It’s going to be another weird tale of yours, isn’t it, Oscar.”

    - “I mean it. It's a Zeon psycommu machine. One of the first and last. It guides those beam fingers with just the power of thought. One of these faced Amuro at A Baoa Qu and wrecked his Gundam. We saw it there.”

    - “So what you’re saying is… at least we’ve got a Newtype to face all of those Coordinators.”

    - “Two at least. I don’t buy all that crap about the Moebius Zero having an Oldtype-use, quasi-psycommu.”

    - “It’s wire guided. That means it doesn't require space magic.”

    - “So are the hands of that gray behemoth. And it was designed exclusively for Newtypes. Besides, if any schmuck could control a Psycommu, why aren't all Moebius like the Lieutenant's?”

    - “Great. First one of the mercenaries is not only a Newtype, but now, so is La Flaga. You’re an... interesting fellow to speak to, Dublin.”

    - “You never do listen, do you.”

    Before he could look at the Zaku Forerunner’s cubicle, which was still empty, however, the Comet Meister himself came out of the enormous Mobile Suit, greeting him with an enthusiastic:

    - “Yo!”

    - "Hey there. Looking to haunt the ruins of Junius Seven, I see." Well, at least he seems confident.

    - "Oh, this? Heh, I wasn't able to finish the Trinames in time for this stage, so I thought I'd try something different tonight." Kyle landed next to Aida and stood by his side, as he noticed the absence of his red Haro.

    - "Well, i suppose it makes sense from a terrain perspective. We are in space." The one in the blue Federation uniform shrugged, then looked at the Dylandy lookalike. "Surely you’ll want to turn the pointy one into debris before he gets any chance to even look at you." Aida, of course, was talking about the Astral AGE.

    - “Yeah, i should probably get rid of him first. The Zeong has no close combat weaponry to counter that thing. However you seem like you have the most leadership skills. Me and my wired finger guns will go wherever you need me.” Kyle signalled positively, lifting his thumb.

    - “Best if we don’t leave that maniac to chance. I’ll have somebody cover you, shall he get past your beam attack. You’ll be OK in the debris field, i think.” Probably… possibly… right?

    - “Hey, don’t get nervous. We’ll prove them you don’t need a full pack of Gundams to win… well, i don’t know what our speedy friend will be bringing. Could be Turn A or some other crazy stuff.” Kyle turned around to tilt his head at the speedster’s platform, but fittingly, it was lighting up. A new portal was opening.

    - “Speak of the devil, there he is. Cross your fingers.”

    Seconds passed, and a portal opened in the floor, out of which came a surprisingly different MS. A shiny new Gunpla, based in the Buster Dagger, with parts from an Astray, and what looked like Duel Gundam's rifle. If starkly contrasted with the Zaku Forerunner, in and out of itself a worn-out Gunpla that had seen its fair share of use, and looked like it hid many mysteries. Furthermore, it sort of felt like it belonged with the others… It might be the blue. All of our Mobile Suits are a shade or another of it… almost like a team motif.

    - “Would you look at that. I love it. You don’t see lesser-known units in the battlefield often.” Kyle approved of the new design, while Carter floated towards him and Aida.

    - “You know what, Kyle? I think you’re right. Tonight, we prove monoeyes and visors can save the day too!” Aida, marvelling at the design, was now optimistic enough to get Kyle riled up.

    - “Yeah! Nothing will stop the Challengers of Diamond now!” There was a long silence after this, with both Aida and Carter, who had just landed right next to the two of them, looking at him with raised eyebrows. Finally, Carter snapped the silence in half.

    - “The… what?”

    - “Sorry, i was thinking of a name for the team...” Kyle let out a chuckle, and Aida was relieved to see he was not the only one thinking that they might make a fine team after all.

    Minutes later, the three of them were joined by the still-unseen NPD in the briefing room, along with Kacricon, Emma, Mu and the others. It wouldn’t be long until Jamaican Daninghan appeared in the room, along with a blond, middle-aged man. Familiar looking… is he a Zeta extra?

    - “Sit down. I am Lieutenant Commander Daninghan, of the elite Federation unit… Titans. I assume everyone is aware of our current situation. Yes… that’s how i like it. Then we can get straight to business: we’re currently nearing the Earth’s upper orbit, where the patrol fleet is stationed. We should be making our first contact with them any moment. They should be enough for Creuset for reconsider… or at least, they’ll buy us some time while we enter the atmosphere. Not even Creuset’s Versailles has the capacity to perform re-entry on its own.”

    - “Wooo! I’m going to see Amelia again...”

    - “However… Creuset is probably very much aware that he won’t be able to touch us if we do that, so it’s very likely that the latter is going to happen, and you, our defense team, will have to battle his forces right here, in orbit. Now, i’ll tell each one of you pilots what to do, so pay attention!” The Titans pilots stood up, and so did Mu La Flaga, which prompted Beta Team to follow suit. “Ahem… Yamato. Kira Yamato!”

    Aida opened his eyes wide and scouted the room, only to find, indeed, Kira Yamato, standing up next to Flaga. I don’t understand… he’s not the kind of protagonist to answer to adventure’s call. And there’s other pilots around. Why is he piloting anyways? The blond man next to Jamaican was quick to explain something about the Strike.

    - “I was not in the team that designed it, but these files are detailed enough. The Strike is one out of five Mobile Suits belonging to the G-Project… a series of Mobile Suits which count with a revolutionary technology that can render the five suits immune to physical damage when active: Phase-Shift Armor. However, the space occupied by the yet-to-be optimized system means a Minovsky Reactor big enough to power a Mobile Suit could not fit in there, forcing us to give it batteries. Fortunately, it can also use another Mobile Suit as an auxiliary power source to replenish its batteries, but if it needs to be stationary anyways, it might as well come back to the ship and…”

    - “Mr. Bidan. Get back on topic.”

    - “Ah, yes. Ahem… the X-Numbers count with a revolutionary technology that can render the five suits immune to physical damage when active: Phase-Shift Armor. However, the last rounds of testing ever performed on them resolved that effective management of the system was too much for Naturals. Only a very bulky computer, or a Coordinator, can get anything out of any of these five Mobile Suits.”

    - “Mr. Yamato, for the sake of your friends, and the other civilians in this ship, you will be that Coordinator. You will pilot the Strike until we are nearing the point of no return, then return to the ship.” Jamaican sealed Kira’s orders with this, and also disclosed to all of the military staff in the ship that he was, indeed, a Coordinator. Chatter quickly sprung up in the room about the topic, while Emma was simply astonished.

    - “So these are Coordinators… they don’t look any different from us.”

    - “Don’t let your guard down around these slippery bastards. They’re even deadlier on hand to hand combat. Ironically, they’re at their weakest in a Mobile Suit… that’s where the terms are still somewhat even.”

    - “Silence! Kacricon and Sheen will have similar orders to take off in Unit 01 and Unit 02. Strike and the Mark IIs will defend the ship. Meanwhile, Beta Team will sortie, and take a more... aggressive stance. Is that clear? I want the whole lot of you on standby NOW.”

    Minutes later, everyone was at the hangar, which bustled with activity. Beam rifles were being taken to the dark blue Gundams. While it wasn’t the time for Beta to take flight, Aida had entered his Mobile Suit earlier, closing the hatch and reaching for his left wrist to open his contextual wardrobe. This is a space battle. I don’t plan on having my ass handed back to me twice in a row… but if I do, it'd be useful to be able to get out of this thing without having my Diver die of oxygen deprivation. Pressing a button, his black on blue normal suit appeared over him, replacing the fancy dress uniform, hat and glasses. Afterwards, he turned on the systems, seeing Sheen, Carter and Kira get on their Mobile Suits. The rest probably were already in their Mobile Suits. All that was left was wait for the signal…

    - “Beta Team, do you copy? This is Ensign Badgiruel. We estimate that the enemy could arrive in minutes. I want you to take off first, scout our backs in advance without getting too far away from the ship.”

    - “Roger that...” Aida, anxious to get out of the ship for his triumphant rematch, activated the Super Airbatel, lighting up its main camera in a flash of golden light. “This is Beta One! Kyle, Carter, Four, meet me outside.” Quickly, it hogged the catapult, lifting one foot after the other to put theme in the binders, before bending its knees for the takeoff sequence. “Aida, Super Airbatel GM! Flying towards victory!” The red row of lights on the side of the catapult turned on. Soon after, one row after another of the yellows… and finally, the much-expected green. The GM accelerated towards the open hatch, and was finally thrown into space, spinning once over its vertical axis before engaging the thrusters of the GM-Defenser, flying towards the bridge of the ship, narrowly missing it and deaccelerating once floating above the engines of the Archangel. Now, the title of the mission was showing up for him…



    Victory Conditions: Archangel descends successfully.

    - “Fine then. It seems to be game time. Listen up, element! I don’t see anybody showing up just yet, but we can do some preparations in advance. Kyle, you’re next in the catapult queue. Hide amongst the satellites and other debris. Carter, you’re with me. And Beta Four, cover Kyle. Anybody comes close to him, and you’ll make them see the tears of time. After that, the catapults belong to the Gundams. They have their orders.”

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  5. - “Take two…” That Sunday night, Aida deposited the Airbatel, now complete and entirely ready for battle, on top of the scanner. His gaze lingered on the completed unit, now at full combat capabilities. This time, he thought, I’ll be prepared for anything. Again, the rings of light met near the GM’s waist and a different name appeared on screen. Super Airbatel GM. The original completed state of the Airbatel GM. But Aida could only wonder, will we really leave it like this? There are probably adjustments to be done… He logged in, put his visor on, and then landed back again in the lobby. Not much had changed since last time: The guide NPDs had been implemented, and promotional banners for other community campaigns that had been featured by the administration, such as Leges Sine Moribus, Zeta Destiny and one with a name that Aida couldn't make out due to it being written entirely in Japanese symbols, but probably set in the Cosmic Era judging by the appearance of a Murasame in the poster. He knew his atmospheric Mobile Suits well, perhaps due to being in a team dedicated to them before, but the Murasame held a special place, since it was his first suit in said team, the one he managed to enter with. He remembered making a sleeper of it, by simply detailing a stock suit, and making some additions that would not be noticed. I aced that audition. Good times.

    Hangar Bay 06B. Mostly empty, save by his machine and the administrator’s machine. This time, a Marasai with Gouf Custom parts, painted in the same light blue as Norris Packard’s unit. Another Marasai? Well, can’t blame the man’s taste. He inspected his Mobile Suit, this time with extra care since it was in a new configuration, and took note of every seam, every unpainted spot, every imperfection. Left binder. Missed a spot there, and it’s even in a hard area. God damn, i’m gonna have to dissasemble the thing to fix that. After the exterior checkup was done, he entered the cockpit, but noticed two bug-seekers inside the cabin: Elmeth mice. He patiently allowed them to leave before closing the door and seating himself in the pilot's throne. He had seen a lot more of them in his brief stay as a beta tester rather than in his whole GBN career: a justifiable increase in surveillance, seeing as bugs and exploits were all but expected in numbers… Aida navigated through the suit’s Settings interface, and started making adjustments accordingly, one of the reasons he had logged in early. The suit was able to move around gravitated environments, just like Friday in Gryps 2, but he had postponed the making of a space movement preset for the Super variant right until now. He loaded the Airbatel’s own zero-g preset to lay the groundwork, and then modified it to match the current state of the Suit, now taking into account the GM-Defenser.

    By nine, he was finished, but there being no sign of the Archangel yet, he decided to take to the skies, albeit briefly. The Super Airbatel used the catapult, and started to fall towards the floor, but once the GM-Defenser activated, the machine took off and achieved flight on its own. Where to go now? So as to answer his question, the scanner warned him of new content ahead, yet again in the Riah district. A MacDaniels restaurant? That’s new. While they had been part of the many, many buildings in said district, up until now the MacDaniels were in an empty state, with locked doors and closed curtains, merely serving as part of the city backdrop. He set course for its parking lot, over which an EWAC Leo with a Flight Pack was already landing, crushing some city cars with its foot. This was not a grave matter, however, as while only accessible or important buildings were safe from accidental or incidental destruction by the machines of the users, whatever could be destroyed in Free Roam mode would go back in time and reform itself as long as no users or Mobile Suits were touching the object in question. This feature entertained users, which caused them to crush and destroy stuff, from signs and cars to empty buildings, only to see the pieces of concrete, metal and glass fly back to their spot and repair the destroyed buildings. It was much like marvelling at a smart pillow: the ones that always came back to their original shape, once one’s head was no longer resting on top.

    However, before he could crush some cars of his own and greet the pilot of the Leo, a portal suddenly opened in his way. Before he could know it, his GM was in the Archangel’s hangar bay, standing upright with the engines off. This gave him a mild case of motion sickness, since the Super Airbatel was facing gravitated ground moments ago, flying towards the horizon, as opposed to standing still and up in a weightless environment. Ow! What the… Jesus, are they even allowed to do this? He opened the door, feeling woozy and annoyed, expecting an important reason to be brought there so urgently. This better be good. But there were no announcements being made through the PA system, nor were there any NPDs standing in front of the GM. Are they waiting for us all to be here to start the briefing? He did notice that, in addition to the pair of Gundam Mark IIs and the GP03, the Gunpla of his teammates were already there. Or were they? Getting off his Mobile Suit to approach the sniper’s Gundam and the speedster’s Zaku, he noticed both machines were not only half transparent and did not collide with him, they also had the exact same battle damage as Friday night. Snapshots of their states at the end of last mission… could the NPDs have been seeing this ever since we left? They might not even know we left at all. But if this was the case, Aida wondered, what about the changes on the Airbatel? Didn’t they notice the new backpack? Or the fact that it was whole again? What if somebody brought with them an entirely new machine, rather than the one they had a day before? This update was a whole world of questions.

    But right now, not much could be done. Just as he saw Miriallia Haw pass him with a food cart, he also noticed a portal was opening right under the feet of one of the two machines. One of his teammates was coming online...

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  6. After his crash course on all the sorts of crazy things the upcoming update seemed to contain, Saturday seemed to go without a hitch for Aida, even though much work had to be done, starting with an order by a collector who wanted a rather obscure kit and somehow thought they were a good choice. He simply couldn't wait until the next episode of their astounding tale would be available: by Saturday night, he was only certain that whatever he had stumbled upon, it would take a better effort on his part to conquer, and so he told Meryl to cover for him, as he abandoned his post to collect the Airbatel from its box and take it to one of the tables where tools had been laid out, in anticipation for the arrival of Gunpla Club Night. While Meryl worked the counter, people of all ages and sizes browsed the available wares of their hobby shop, admired the craftsmanship of the models built by him and Dan, or logged in with their Gunpla. But most importantly, that night they mostly came to the store to improve on their existing Gunpla or build new ones altogether. For example, a father using a paint booth so his Wing Gundam's paintjob matched that of an SD his daughter had simply dropped three different flasks of paint on. Or an older woman whose specialty seemed to be dioramas of real military vehicles. She accounted for a big part of the Miscellaneous purchases: basically plastic models not related to Gundam, nor other mech franchises. Some said she had seen the horrors of war first-hand as a nurse during the Cold War, and fittingly, her work and attention to detail were incredibly good - sometimes horrifyingly so. But lately, Miss Cooper seemed to have given Gunpla a chance, maybe to try something new, and was putting the finishing touches on a wrecked Zaku I, over which little plastic children played and plants climbed, slowly covering the remains in moss.


    - "Bang. You're dead." A pair of fingers touched his back, prompting him to look behind. Wearing a limited edition Banagher Links jacket was Daniel, the builder behind the Airbatel and other brilliant builds at the shop.

    - "Dan? Thought you'd be in hypersleep by now, lazy ass..." Aida exaggerated the 'hy' in 'hypersleep', turning around in his chair to face his friend.

    - "I was going to sleep. Then some Newtype bells ring in my head and tell me some wannabe Banksy with an airbrush wants to paint our baby in bright pink and give it a Lacus Clyne."

    - "Give it a rest. It's been over a year, you know..."

    - "Yeah, you wish." Daniel sat down and grabbed a pair of pliers, laughing at the memories of that incident in their past.

    - "No, i mean… it's been a year since we finished this thing. I'm thinking that, with the addition of the GM-Defenser, we oughta give it some maintenance."

    - "You seem really eager to give it that Mark II backpack and take to the skies again. What's the matter? You either want to run away from somebody, or destroy him altogether, and Airbatel alone was not enough." Daniel was curious. Aida looked different this time. Determined. Inspired.

    - "Another virtual hitman. Some sort of Barzam mocked up as a Mark II. Cold, straight to business. Shot me in the back in a non-competitive match. JANET has finally stopped screwing around and hired a pro. I want another shot, take him down, show him it was just a fluke and to stop messing with me."

    - "Hiring… I know your beef with JANET was big back then, but don't you think hiring harassers is a bit much? Especially after so long. Maybe they're just random good players. Send a GG and move on."

    - "Please. He countered me too well to be a coincidence. They've briefed him. Besides, they've done it before."

    - "Literally nobody would enough of an idiot not to shoot you before you could finish that spin." Dan countered, keeping it low enough for it to slip past his partner’s mediocre hearing. He could bet a hundred bucks right then and there Aida had been shot down because he got cocky and tried that stupid shield throw again. Maybe he even seeked the Barzam out, bringing it on himself. Man, i need to remove that stupid throw from the programmed moveset and put something useful instead. Sealant launchers? Or missile launchers at the tip.


    Little by little, they took the Airbatel apart, revealing its innards and putting the Hyaku-Shiki backpack away. A year-old custom kit, it had been based in the Real Grade Gundam Mark II due to the lack of an RG kit for the GM III. It hadn’t aged badly at all, but a check-up was still in order. Slowly, they took away what was left of the panel lining and did it again. Golden metallic markers coursed the surface of the thrusters, vents and other details. A small sample of the main blues was used to give the decals some chipping, too. By the time they were done with the machine, Daniel could see what really had his friend in a frenzy. Aida himself looked revitalized by his latest experiences in the GBN 1.8 cabinet: he was inspired to try out new ideas, drawing sketches and making stupid theories about the mess of a story mash-up the campaign creators had done. He was not wrong: the gleam in the painter’s eyes had returned. His interest in the hobby was not only alive again, Gundam was exciting all over again.

    Just like the very first day.

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  7. Dude, loving this. Especially the torso vents, where are they from? GP03? They don't look like the stock.

    Try to get the backpack thrusters aligned unless you're going for a flying pose for it though.

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  8. With a gentle smile, the provisional team leader pressed a few buttons to unequip his jetpack, rather uncomfortable in a non-combat situation, before addressing them. "Welcome to Beta, Kyle, Carter. You can call me Aida, and that's my Mobile Suit over there… " he said making a signal at the wrecked GM III. "I admit I have been the least helpful of the bunch today, but it's what I get for getting into a new campaign with such confidence..." Flicking his wrist, schematics of the Airbatel appeared, with what appeared to be an alternate backpack bearing resemblance to a G-Defenser, the word MISSING laid over it in red capital text. Aida's Mobile Suit was clearly incomplete, while overconfidence had also gotten the best of him during battle. "However! We've now seen what the enemy team is capable of. And I promise you, next time, I won't be playing around. Believe me or not, I used to be kept around in a Top 50 team..." Closing the schematics, he motioned for them to follow him and leaped towards the transit rails, which fortunately were quite similar in nature to those of an Universal Century ship. "My current crew, however, we're all for fun. We roleplay canon battles of the Universal Century, and every once in a while, we make our own, with original machines and plot, but with extra care not to make either of them very outlandish. I made the Airbatel for one of those, actually. It's a modified GM III made by the AEUG to compliment the Earth Federation Air Force as a dedicated grunt to escort Ankshas and Asshimars, or ride on top of them. It battled modified Titans suits at Torrington Base in UC 0097, along with other prototypes, like the Jegan Sniper II and… I know, I'm getting chatty again. Sorry about that. It's hard not to." He apologized with a faint laugh, straightening his cap before entering the debriefing room.

    The debriefing room was an ample space with lots of chairs, many of which were not occupied. He recognized Emma Sheen and Kacricon Kacooler amongst the ones that had been able to attend. The team NPD was sitting in the front row, and Aida promptly sat next to her. But it was no use. Her spacesuit and visor were still put, rather suspiciously to them, but strangely raising no questions among the other NPDs. She's not quite like any NPD I have ever seen, before or even inside this update. A long-haired woman promptly entered the room with Ensign Badgiruel and Lieutenant Mu La Flaga, wearing a similar uniform. "Sit down. I want to congratulate all of you on reaching this ship, whether you hail from either Gryps." She paused to let her companions take a seat beside her. "I am Lieutenant Commander Murrue Ramius of the Earth Alliance, and these are Lieutenant La Flaga and Ensign Badgiruel. Due to the chaos that ensued this morning, me and the Ensign here are the sole remainder of the Archangel's original crew. Most of you are seeing this ship or any its current cargo for the first time, but you must know that all of them are top-tier secrets of both the elite Titans branch, and the Alliance military as a whole." She allowed a pause, maybe expecting her public to react, but then cut it short. "Silence. I am not going to ask you to feel honored, but rather remind you: your knowledge puts you in a very tight spot. We will not take your petty squabbles with ease…" She interrupted herself once again, seeing a pair of rookie Titans chatting lively with each other. Flying towards them, she slammed her hand on their desk. "You are not in boot camp anymore! You're in a select group, where insubordination is immediately met with severe repercussions..."

    Aida saw Lieutenant La Flaga stand up and continue his superior's point, calmly hovering towards the desk. "Such as capital punishment. A pair of young ones like you both should learn to make yourselves useful before you get into trouble. Love or hate your leaders, you should know that the less people know about all of these secret research initiatives, the better to them. People like you are not just disposable. They want you dead, and will put you down at the first sign of instability. So why don't you save everyone the trouble and be a pair of good soldiers?" The look on Murrue's face was of gratefulness towards Mu for helping her, even if she was a bit annoyed at his liberal manner of speech. While she had gotten a field promotion in the last hour, Mu was her senior, and as one of the only pilots in the ship, he had been skipped over for said promotion, so that he could be used as a pilot rather than command the ship. The next person to have the word was Kacricon: who stood up to talk in a controlled manner. "Speaking of our superiors… where are Bask and Jamaican? We shouldn't be ordered around by Federation officers..." La Flaga clenched his fist, but Murrue motioned for both of them to sit down. "A valid question. Why yes, you could say they should be here, but for now, they're in the bridge, assessing our current situation and thinking of ways to accomplish our objective… We must reach Jaburo, in South America. However, we are being pursued by a ZAFT ship carrying what could be said is the best the enemy has… the Creuset Company. Natarle?"

    "Indeed. Lieutenant La Flaga here probably knows them better than anyone on this ship. He has faced them countless times, and can attest to them being an elite Coordinator team… which now, to make matters worse, have experimental Gundams on their hands." Mu, as to help her point, continued: "Not to mention a ship capable of keeping on par with ours. So, without a skilled helmsman, we can expect them to get to us sooner or later." Murrue came back to the front with Mu, and grabbed the spotlight once more. "For the time being, there is no plan. No ships have yet heed our distress signals, much less come to our rescue. All we can do for now is… be vigilant, and be prepared. I want everyone on level two battle stations, I want all pilots to keep their machines in as high working order as they can, and I want the watchtowers working turns. We keep pushing the pedal, and wait. When they appear, we defend ourselves nicely until we can get to Earth's Absolute Defense Perimeter. Any questions?"

    With the silence that followed, came her dismissal of everybody in the room. "Very well. This meeting is now over. All can go..." Man, I can't wait to see what the next episode entails… "Except for Beta One and Two. Your trials begin now." Mu pointed his finger over his shoulder, towards the door. "The kid with the GINN knockoff and the visor lady, out. Go have some dinner or something." Carter was visibly confused by the Lieutenant calling his Zaku a GINN knockoff, but simply shrugged it off and called it a day, while the NPD Who Shall Not Be Seen followed him quietly out of the room. Aida and Kyle were left alone with the three of them, scratching their heads. "But… but… we couldn't fight. They had wrecked our stuff-" Murrue had the word once again. "Silence, Beta One. We shall begin with your trial once we've finished discussing Beta Two's stunt here. Now, mister… 'Kyle', it says here you shot a prototype Gundam's cockpit?". Aida sat down patiently and listened, amused by the situation, while Kyle was left standing. "But I did it to stop Kami-" Kyle began to explain himself, but seeing the expression in the faces of the officers, he stopped himself. So lifelike… it's like they're still pissed about that Gundam… anyways, it's probably better not to get on their bad side anymore. "Sorry. My actions were reckless. I felt that was the best way to handle that situation at the time." While Mu was perplexed, maybe looking for a different answer, Murrue continued, holding files on the Gundam MkII given to her by either Bask or Jamaican. “Well, while it would've been correct to destroy that Gundam if it was in the process of being hijacked, truth remains, no enemies had been reported in the area at the time, and there is no way you could've seen something from such a distance people near the unit didn't. Furthermore, the brilliant engineering behind the Gundam was most notably used on its structure, with the cockpit holding nothing of notice, which is why its self destruction protocol was complete rather than partial.”

    She knows her stuff... I better watch myself, don't say anything meta. Kyle suddenly realized his avatar's similarities to the AEUG's fabled Lieutenant, and tried not to let out an alarmed gasp. Meanwhile, Natarle took over. “However… while you remain a suspicious person, and will be under our constant watch, we cannot deny the gravity of our current situation.” Mu followed her, adding something as to drive the point home: “We cannot simply jail a guy capable of hitting a Gundam from that far... and wrecking it. Not right now. You are dismissed.” Kyle finally sighed with relief, and got out of the room, leaving Aida alone with Murrue, Natarle and Mu, who continued speaking. Aida’s appearance disturbed him a little, however. When did he even change into that uniform? And why is it nicer than even Bask’s? “Ahem… for charges of feeding false information to elite forces and failing to keep your men under control, how do you explain yourself?” Aida got up from his chair and looked at them straight. Don’t want the campaign to take unfortunate spins because of my earlier incompetence. “Well, how should we put this… i might have wanted to impress the lady with my fighting skills over there, heh.” In response, Murrue restrained a chuckle. “How did that go? I suppose being shot in the back and crashing into a factory is the true mark of a professional...” Aida, too, felt relief. He appeared to have convinced them of having committed a mistake, without actually telling them that he didn’t want any of the Titans to mix up with the custom Barzam, or the red Woundwort, which could have provoked a traitorous response from Sheen and questions from Kacricon at the very least. Natarle finished the trial in an advisorial tone. Apparently, the day was wearing off on her. “We will let you out with a warning. But let this be said, we will not tolerate any more unprofessional behavior from you or your men, understand?. Dismissed.”

    Getting out of the room, Aida finally got a chance to look at his wrist hologram without looking impolite, and noticed that it was late back in the real world. Furthermore, he had lost track of his team, but he could speak to them tomorrow. Pressing a button, he logged off, and the blue GM III disappeared from its stand on the ship. Right before the log-off was completed, though, he was met with a screen detailing the rewards given to the team for completing the stage.


    << Rewards >>


    Unlocked for Printing: Back Camera (Marasai)

    Badge: Memory Lane (+5000cr)

    Stage Completed: 10000 Credits


    Badge: Hijack This! (+10000cr)

    Stage Completed: 10000 Credits


    Available at Avatar Shop: These Glasses Are A CHAR!

    Badge: Outdated But Skilled (+30% Credits)

    Stage Completed: 13000 Credits


    As he pulled back from the game cabinet and returned to the darkness of his hobby shop, Aida could not help but laugh, his 1/144 Airbatel in hand. Back Camera… well aren’t you one hell of a comedian?

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  9. Back inside his crashed Mobile Suit at the factory, Beta’s acting commander prepared to abandon Airbatel for a little experiment. He opened his inventory, more importantly, his avatar’s wardrobe menu, and pushed a button to load Preset B. Only a blink of an eye passed between his uniform and cap vanishing into glowing particles, and the appearance from thin air of a Gryps-era normal suit, customized by Aida with the colors of his Man From Jupiter attire, and loaded with accessories taken from Quattro’s normal suit: the leg pistol holster and jetpack, which ironically, made their Zeta debut on the very episode this stage had been built upon. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the button that would make the hatch open. Weirdly, despite not really having anything to lose in a virtual videogame, he had his doubts. The experience was more realistic than ever, and he could only wonder what would be of the world when these games became fully immersive thanks to full-body sensor coverage. Somehow, people preferred fiction to reality, even if the worlds they were moving into weren’t really places one should want to live in.


    Bingo. The hatch was now open, and he was out of the cockpit, but his avatar’s health meter was not decreasing in any way, fast or slow, which meant no significant oxygen loss. They had even implemented a practical use for normal suits… which meant people in public servers would finally have to stop breaking character and getting out of their machines into space wearing only swimsuits or casualwear if they didn’t want their Divers to die. He climbed down from the GM III, and continued his journey on foot. His avatar still having the meter at all meant he had not been ‘ghosted’ into Spectator Mode… and could still influence NPDs or other Divers, even though his MS was out of the fight for good. However, he thought as he fired up his jetpack’s thrusters and flied out of the factory, watching out not to get too close to the whirlwinds, only God knew what he could do now. To find such opportunities to wreck havoc as a mere person was rare. And since he was on the defending team, there weren’t even enemy facilities to infiltrate… only these factories, and the Titans building in the distance…

    Suddenly, he needed to take cover. A GM’s BOWA rifle, briefly caught by the wind vortex before it became too weak to keep it spinning circles, was now approaching him with speed, just as he was getting used to seeing the colony from above. Rapidly, he accelerated towards another one of the factories, and crashed through one of the upper windows before the gigantic weapon could claim his avatar's life. Landing forcefully on top of a metallic scaffold, he took a moment to get up again, grabbing a hold of the metal bars. After getting himself on his feet again, he found yet another weird detail left in the map by the campaign’s creators, a sign of a different Universal Century. Did they really waste so much effort in detailing all of these factories and minor buildings, just in the remote case somebody did enter them?

    “... Beta Team… calling Beta...” Now, a faintly familiar voice could be heard emanating from a device on his wrist. It was the pilot of the Galbaldy Beta. She was surprisingly alive, and still trying to contact the team. Quickly, he initiated a conversation with her. “Beta Four? This is Beta One, come in! What’s your status?”. An uncomfortably long pause followed, but B-Four would respond eventually. “Beta Four reporting… slightly wounded, Mobile Suit inoperative. On foot, armed with explosives. Hiding in a building… what are my orders?” Hearing her out, Aida recoiled for a moment, thinking of a response, before looking down from the scaffold upon what lied on the floor. Yet another idea that could get the team back on their feet. “Beta Four, i’m sending you my coordinates. Regroup with me, on the double.”

    Elsewhere in the battlefield, Emma and Kacricon flied, looking for the sellsword that had shot Unit 03, when a woman in a blue normal suit appropriate to the era passed them, flying her jetpack towards the factory district. “What the hell… Kacricon, did you see that-” Emma was interrupted, however, as Kacooler’s news were more urgent. “Quick, I see stray shots!” Quickly, the dark blue Gundams spotted the enemy: one of the AEUG’s machines was in trouble, with a friendly trying to end it with a well placed slash, and an enemy keeping the energy blade from touching the Rick Dias' head with a beam saber. She recognized the friendly as the one that had shot 03, and the enemy as that weird Gundam that seemed to share more than a passing resemblance to her own Mark II. Why didn't the blue GM want her interacting with the white Gundam? She didn't know, but the other black Mobile Suit had caught wind of their arrival, and now fired its Clay Bazooka towards Kacricon and her. Kacricon acted quickly, dodging out of the way, and she followed suit, lifting her shield up in case the Gundam was not fast enough to dodge the round. "Emma, we'll waste that one! Poor bastard must feel pretty lonely, and with that kind of firepower, the maniac in the glitter dispenser can probably handle two tangos at once anyways." said Kacricon, referring to Apolly's Rick Dias as their new target and the Trinames Repair as the "glitter dispenser".

    Emma had her doubts, their orders were to bring the glowing Mobile Suit's pilot to their superiors for interrogation, and the Mark II lookalike still poked at her curiosity. But in such a situation, they had to be pragmatic. Emma fired her beam saber up, not wanting to use her rifle inside the colony, and charged at Apolly Bay's unit.

    Suddenly, the cockpits of all Divers cut to black, with the words “Mission Accomplished” for Alpha Team, and “Operation Completed” for Beta Team. Apparently, that had been the end of the stage. Now, a new cinematic showed, and control of the Mobile Suits was temporarily taken away.



    Over at the Titans base, from which the firefight and the wind had both shifted away, giving fire control and medic teams way to take action, base commander Samuel D. Rogen of the Federation idled nervously next to a window on the upper floors, assessing the situation with a pair of binoculars and talking to himself in a low tone. "Not good… Some mercenary crashed into one of the R&D hangars. Let's hope these lunatics don't notice Sisquiede… they've already flied away with 03's wreck, so they are not afraid of carrying dead weight." A beeping signal interrupted him, followed by the shout of the communications officer operating the receiver/transmitter array of the base. "Distress signal from LCAM-01XA! The structural supports of Heliopolis-” The young officer paused, knowing the Titans were insistent in using another name for the colony, and corrected himself. “The structural supports of Gryps 1 are very damaged, and-” The young officer was cut off by Rogen. “What do they want us to do about it?! Our hands are tied over here, and all we have are Mobile Suits anyways! We can’t repair a colony! Order them to retreat and get over here before ZAFT comes back and squashes us all! Bask will have a plan.”

    Immediately afterwards, a new signal came in. The communications officer listened in, then gave everyone in the room the news: “Gryps 1 has experienced dissasembly. Archangel, X-105 and the Hawk of Endymion are falling back here. ZAFT has chosen to fall back for unknown reasons.” At the same time, the radar technician on Rogen’s other side spoke with an update on the fight taking place in Gryps 2. “The AEUG is on the run! They’ve put Unit 03 in a barge… the red one and his escorts are currently flying away.” Commander Rogen was not amused, but right as he was beginning his rant, the faces of Bask Om and Jamaican Daninghan appeared on screen. Samuel promptly filled his commanders in, and when he was done, Jamaican spoke. “So ZAFT partnered with the AEUG and used them as a distraction here, while they stole our X-Numbers… damned know-it-all spacenoids! We’ll give them a beating they won’t ever forget… once we’ve built System, no fleet, no weapon will be more powerful than us!” Bask lifted his hand, prompting Jamaican to shut up and let him speak. “Base Commander, Archangel is coming here. We’re boarding it, but without four of five X-Numbers, the ship is seriously understaffed. And we can’t really leave anything of value, given the condition of this colony. Lieutenants Kacricon Kacooler and Emma Sheen are to board Archangel with Unit 01 and Unit 02. Have the mercenary team join them. They’re insubordinate, but they're regular force material.”

    In space, an orange Mobile Armor could be seen approaching the punctured hull of Green Noa 2, escorting a white legged ship...



    When the cutscene ended, control returned to all the Divers. The IFF, however, had been disabled, and the weapons had been deactivated. Combat was no longer possible, nor were the Rick Diases where they used to be moments ago. Now, Quattro, Apolly and Roberto all were far away from Beta Team and the two dark Gundams, flying towards the first hole, the one next to which the AEUG barge now safeguarded a Gundam Mk-II, before crossing the threshold and disappearing into the darkness of space. The two operational machines of Beta Team were left alone with Emma and Kacricon, while the voice of Jamaican pierced the silence. “... repeat, this is Lieutenant Commander Daninghan. Units 01 and 02, retreat towards the spaceport. Beta Team, escort Units 01 and 02. All non-mentioned personnel is to stay and help repair this base.” While Kacricon and Emma took off, the Divers of Beta Team saw a blue arrow appear in their cockpits, pointing in the direction of the hangars they had taken off from at the start of the operation. Apparently, that was the destination of the Mk-IIs, and by extension, theirs.

    As both his beam tomahawk and the modified Barzam's beam saber turned off automatically, Kyle was not disappointed or angry, he merely couldn't help but be bewildered in the team's voice channel. "Shouldn't we be back at Alfred's school already? We lost, didn't we?" Taking off towards the spaceport, the pilot of Trinames wondered to himself: How come I can never ever get a bit of casual fun without risking this kind of stuff…? Stupid maniacs.

    Upon returning from the cutscene, Carter found his Mobile Suit in midair, lunging at a missing person. The Red Comet was long gone now, and he was left alone, circling around his own axis. "Agh, I'd have beat him to a pulp..." he said as he landed the Zaku Forerunner for a moment, and turned it around, flicking the Saturn Engine back on to cruise towards the other side of the colony. They did give my mech one hell of a beating, though... no respect for the classics, no respect for the classics.


    As for the team NPD, she unexpectedly burst through the roof of a factory, now at the helm of a restored GP03S, painted in Titans colors and wielding a Folding Bazooka. Her passenger, Aida, hanged on to the pilot seat as best as he could, lacking any jump seats where he could sit. He was not happy that their stellar find couldn't make it in time to save the day. "Crud… It was a perfect idea. But we are too late." The nameless NPD looked back at him, her black helmet visor betraying no faction, no feature of her. "We must go to the mission marker's position." Aida calmly replied, regaining his composure, "I know. But first, we must pick up my Mobile Suit. The Stamen can probably take it to the spaceport..."

    Minutes later, the six Suits entered the spaceport, just as the venerable Moebius Zero could be seen entering Archangel, in anticipation of the ship aligning right in front of an open gate, allowing the Marks and Beta a clear landing onto their Mobile Suit bays. The Trinames and Forerunner took off into space first, clearing the way for the two dark Gundams, before joining the Stamen and Airbatel behind them and landing inside the ship, which closed its hangar bays and turned around to flee, before the enemy Nazca-class could catch up. Leaving Airbatel in one of the bays and the GP03 in another, Aida and the NPD materialized in front of the latter, floating in the middle of the hangar bay towards the floor. Oxygen had already been restored to the area, and a black haired woman was moving in for an introduction. Not wanting to be impolite, Aida traded his helmet back for Preset A's cap. The NPD, however, did not change attire.

    With graceful movements, a woman dressed in a white Earth Alliance uniform stopped in front of the Mobile Suits, as a blonde man could be seen unboarding his Mobile Armor. Holding a clipboard, she would address the group. "You must be the reinforcements… I'm Executive Officer Badgiruel. Commanders Bask and Daninghan have boarded the ship some minutes ago and will be in the conference room for a debriefing. You can head there when you're ready. Dismissed." She would then head back, with the NPD following her in a manner reminiscent of an automaton. Aida was somewhat disconcerted at the two of them. "Yeah… nice to meet you two I guess." Then, he looked at the white Dynames and the blue Zaku, curious about the people inside.

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  10. Struggling to hold on and stay on the betting table, Aida and his hapless machine launched a desperate attack against Apolly and Roberto in their black Rick Diases, putting all of his cards in the chance that disabling one of the enemy machines would prompt the entire Argama Team to leave and trigger the next stage of the fight. However, the circumstances seemed to keep conspiring against him. Elsewhere, Beta Team’s had taken a very big energy impact with full force. When it fell down to the floor, the extent of the damage became apparent. Its shield ended up lodged in the torso, just above where the cockpit should be, the forearm holding it disabled and severely burned, while the arm had been vaporized, along with the head of the unit. The rest of the Galbaldy was burned and some parts had been engulfed by flames, but surprisingly, it hadn’t been entirely destroyed. Game System had probably buffed that piece of walking scrap to oblivion so as to balance it against all of those custom machines. Still, it would not move again for the moment. "The Game System probably buffed that piece of walking scrap to oblivion, it wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise… Anyways, how the hell do you even… ?"

    While it was clear the NPD had misjudged the Savior, there being no other explanation for its foolish attempt to block such a potent attack, if NPDs had been known for something up until that point, it was for having extensive knowledge of the capabilities of their machines, or those of the enemy. Another feature to humanize the NPDs? "Tch, i prefered the bland but tried NPDs of old! Smart NPDs, my… anybody with a little common sense knows that if an attack requires a charge and a pose, you better clear out. A pose…" Aida’s furious train of thought lingered on the word for one second and took a downshift. "... that poor kid in the custom Barzam is just no fun. Is JANET hiring randoms to prod me again, or does he simply not know a life outside this place? Whatever the reason, he takes this too far."

    Turning the camera towards the black AEUG machines before they could surprise him with a shot to the cockpit, Aida tried to hit Apolly’s with one of his beam sabers, abandoning his now empty machine gun for the other glowing sword. But again, the action showed not a single sign of waning, nor did Aida’s bad luck cease. The Savior’s rays hit the colony walls with full force, and a massive hole appeared on them. What followed was an equally vast whirlpool, which mercilessly took him away from Apolly and Roberto before they could shoot him with their beam pistols, but which left him at the mercy of the winds, being that his thrusters were shot. Airbatel promptly crashed down onto the floor a pair of times, completely deprived of control, smashing the Mobile Suit’s head in and bending the left leg forwards, thus breaking it. Finally, the blue GM III crashed into one of the factories responsible for the creation of the black Gundams, and shut down on the spot, laying among the rubble. "NO, NO, NO! Airbatel, wake up! The team is counting on us, so turn on and fight… !"

    No matter how furiously Aida mashed the controls, how dramatic he made his pleas, the machine, or rather something inside it didn’t have the strength to get up, so it stayed inside the factory, where the pull of space couldn’t lift it up and throw it outside the colony. For better or for worse, he was stuck in that factory while air escaped through the . The electronics inside the cockpit still worked, however, and the secondary cameras gave him a somewhat clear view of what was inside the building: dark blue, unfinished Mobile Suits with a clear resemblance to the Gundam MkIIs lied down on the floor, lacking legs and pieces of their armor. They were most clearly members of the RX family, with certain discrepancies… for example, the very odd addition of a single circular sensor rather than the dual ‘eye’ sensors normally sported by Gundams. Intrigued, Aida briefly respited his diagnosis of the Mobile Suit, and stared into the monoeye sensor of a dark blue head, suspended over a headless body. A weirdly astonishing sight to see…

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  11. Infinitely cool. The airbrushing is flawless on that Mobility Shroud, especially for the silver Shroud part and the actual torso. And a blade in an arm is always a plus in my book, not to mention two of them for symmetry.

    The stock MkII will be beautiful in their own right, especially with a glossy finish to go with Zeta's aesthetics, but don't forget kitbashes! Gunpla is Freedom!

    Side note: did you take inspiration from the All Nippon Airlines RX-78-2? It has a fairly similar color scheme to that Duel.

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  12. "Uaaaaahhh!" Right in the middle of the spin meant to give his shield some impulse, his rival had simply shot Airbatel in the back with its beam rifle, without a care in the world. "It was in reference to the shield throw decapitation, you thick-headed buzzkill!" While the wing binders had taken a very bad hit, Aida was still able to complete his move, throwing the shield then firing the Shot Lancer at his enemy for a direct hit at… his shield, which had taken the worst of it. And while the Gundam was pretty much in one piece, Airbatel in turn no longer had a chance in the world to compete. The propellant in the wing binders had ignited, destroying the backpack and damaging the unit. His shield was gone, and so was his spike. "This is very bad… I'm grounded." All he had remaining were two beam sabers and his dual machine gun. "I’m relatively powerless… or am I?" Aida wondered, his finger menacingly hovering over the button that activated Airbatel's special functionality: EXAM System. But it was meaningless. His GM had entered the scuffle in an incomplete state, and this was meant to happen. "We were having ourselves a nice little duel, until you decided to show your most treacherous aspect... Beta One, falling back!"

    As the blue GM retreated on foot, hoping that the machine gun’s fire would be enough to keep the pursuing Gundam at bay, the green Galbaldy kept itself occupied with the Savior. The NPD was as skilled as its opponent this time, but the level of proficiency of the AI was always set before the battle by calculating the odds of each team winning, to give them both an equal chance. Could the Game System have predicted the downfall of Aida? Could the Game System have seen him as the weak link of his force? "Concluding that the defunction of Kamille Bidan will be critical to achieving our goal… Beta Four hereby commences sentencing of target." said the Galbaldy's pilot upon seeing the Zero Savior pull out its beam cannons to point them at her machine, and prepared to block, knowing the Galbaldy would survive a pair of shots. But her shield was oddly angled. Only the NPD could have known the face of the shield was pointed towards the suburbs… More specifically, at the torso of Higanbana, which lied still on its position, for a curious Jerid to climb on top and try to find the switch that opened the hatch.

    "Damn it, is the hatch even here or in the head? More importantly, what's with this designation… RX-124? Was this Mobile Suit made by our guys? Why does the AEUG have this…?" While Jerid kept looking, a figure climbed on top of Higanbana's torso with a vengeful stance, clad on a recognisable blue and yellow sweater, and holding a metal rod. Right on time, Jerid saw the reflection of his assailant in the shiny metal, and tried to turn around. Instead, he was hit by the rod in the nose, rather than the back of the head. This pissed him off considerably, and he stood up, nose bleeding, to face the angry teenager. "You tried to hit me in the back! Face me like a real man… YOU SISSY!" Jerid and Kamille promptly trading blows right on top of the red Gundam, while the NPD followed their movements by subtly adjusting her shield. Aida was amazed by her grade of control over the Galbaldy Beta. "She can control the machine like it's her own body… But it's not like those expensive Mobile Trace Systems on the market… she still moves like a machine, even though she wouldn't really have a problem imitating us."

    Another line of thought popped up in Aida's head as he tried to hide behind a radio tower, the only structure tall and wide enough for the task. "The goal of Alpha Team is very obvious… And she spoke of our goal, meaning we have one too… but it's still nowhere to be seen. I don't see it in the HUD, at least. Can she see it? What could it be?" His thoughts were interrupted by a pair of suicidal Titans, speeding past him at full speed on an electric military jeep, headed towards a pair of returning Rick Diases, which had made a trip to the space freighter Alpha Team had deployed from to acquire ammunition for their Clay Bazookas. The Titan in the passenger seat pulled out a portable Surface To Surface missile launcher after getting close enough to Apolly's unit, and yelled out before firing: "SPACENOIDS GET OUT!" An idea crossed Aida's mind, as the Rick Dias dodged the missile meant for one of its waist joints and leaned forwards to destroy the jeep with its Vulcan Phalanx.

    "Could that be it…? Nothing to lose for trying..." stated the team leader, and grabbed a hold of the mic on the right side of his head to speak on the team line, hopeful things could still be turned around. "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..." Airbatel came out from behind the radio tower, and started running towards Roberto and Apolly, taking aim and firing single shots with its machine gun. His ammo count was in the single digits, and his thrusters were gone. He had to be really careful if he wished to get into melee range to try a saber attack on them, and he didn't really know whether Beta Gundam had given up on them just yet. But it could be their only chance...

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  13. Back at the suburbs, Jerid woke up inside the cockpit of his Hi-Zack, or at least, what remained of it. The console was busted, and many of the panoramic screens were broken too. "What the…?" Disoriented, he spent a moment trying to open the hatch of the Mobile Suit and getting out, only to remember the details of his quick and unfortunate downfall at the hands of one of the black AEUG models, which simply took him by surprise while he tried to destroy the red Gundam, severing the Zack's left arm, before bisecting it with its beam saber, narrowly missing the cockpit and letting his mess of a GM-Zaku hate child fall over a two-story home, crushing most of it, but saving the Mobile Suit from exploding. "DAMN IT!" Now outside the smoking torso of the Hi-Zack, Jerid kicked a mailbox down in anger. "Is this what real wars are like…?" He wouldn't be long into his ramblings before a loud crash brought him back into reality. A blue Zaku, belonging to the sellswords hired by the Titans to defend the colony against high-performance machines, had just punched the red Gundam in the middle of the chest with a spiked shoulder pad. The impact appeared to be strong enough to knock the pilot out or disable the unit entirely, since immediately after that, it fell backwards and started crashing into the ground, destroying a nearby row of houses before stopping at the second-to-last one. Jerid started running towards the enemy machine, putting on his helmet again and grabbing a standard-issue pistol from his thigh holster. The Hi-Zack was out of commission, and it was entirely possible for it to have incurred enough damage to be scrapped altogether, but maybe, he thought as he leaped over the unconscious body of a young girl with black hair, he could steal the Gundam and come back to the fray, better than his fellow test pilots in their comparatively puny Mk-IIs, and repel all that pesky Spacenoid vermin from his colony. Unbeknownst to him, as a Non-Player Diver, he actually stood no chance of entering the cockpit of that machine without the pilot's permission, let alone hijack it. But without anybody there to break it to him, Jerid was now on his way to waste his time attempting to break into Higanbana, fueled by delusions of grandeur.

    Elsewhere, people still shot each other, but to Aida and the pilot of the RX-179, war was merely a backdrop for their brief exchange of words. Just as he was about to throw another quip, a loud crash and an explosion were heard in quick succession. Initially, he had plans to ignore both, and avoid taking his eyes off the opponent. But when an alert automatically appeared on his dash, reading "NEUTRAL MS DESTROYED", Aida immediately forgot about his course of action, turning his head around, alarmed, to see Unit 03 in the distance, blowing smoke from the cockpit as remains of its hangar rained down from the skies. "They... destroyed it? I don't understand..." He wouldn't get to speak one more word, since the enemy, just like he had predicted before losing his focus, had now trained a large beam rifle on him. Airbatel's sensors caught it only after it had been aimed in Aida's direction, and alarm bells ringed to bring him back to the task at hand. It was too late to dodge, however, as the weapon had been fired already, and so he covered the Airbatel with his shield as best as he could. The beam impacted the shield fully, and Airbatel was pushed back with enough force to knock it back a few meters. "Grrr! It's a bit early to underestimate ME!" Slightly infuriated, the sharply-dressed pilot checked on the condition of his machine, and surprisingly, half his shield was gone. Incredible. Could it be he had grabbed one of the uncoated spares that had yet to receive the anti-beam treatment? In any case, he quickly brought up the weapon and custom movement menu, before selecting one of the specials. "Say hello to Tolle Koenig for me! Shield Throw!" Aida "fired" the loaded move, and Arbatel quickly did a 360 degree turn, detaching the remaining half of the shield to launch it towards the white Gundam as a deadly throwing star of sorts. The shield spinned forward at first, but curved towards the right, where Beta Gundam was standing. Rapidly, Aida's virtually gloved fingers brought up the menu again, this time to select the Shot Lancer's primary firing mode: the spike that gave the weapon its trademark lance shape would be launched at a very high speed at Beta Gundam. As the shield continued its trajectory towards the white Gundam, Aida aimed the Lancer at the left of the enemy machine, where he was most likely to dodge the shield, and hoping to impale any part of it with the spike, he pressed the right thumb button to fire.

    Meanwhile, Emma and Kacricon fought back-to-back against Apolly and Roberto, while trying to contact Mission Control. After a few tries, they managed to get through the Minovsky interference and spoke to the base commander, whose silhouette was visible on the rooftop, next to a portable antenna that had to be armed on a whim, after a flaming GM II crashed into the regular radio tower right after the initial cutscene. He was filling in for a dead communications crew. "What? The mercenary in the GM dismissed you? And you let him?!" The officer replied furiously. "He said it was an order from Jamaican to let him handle that one..." Emma tried to defend herself, but Kacricon interrupted her. "Fool! Bask and Jamaican must be long gone now! And there’s no way he would have gotten through to the tower when we couldn’t! We have the latest technology here!". Emma still had the temerity to maintain her argument, however: "I don’t know… That GM looks a bit too advanced for something that’s allegedly older than our Gundams..." A new signal soon joined the conversation from the ground. "... hear me?! This is Matosh! Unit 03 was not destroyed by the enemy! The white and red mercenary aimed right at us and destroyed it without a care in the world! Astley and Davis are badly injured! And these nutcases want to put me in a stretcher as well!" Said revelation came as quite a shock for the Titans, but the man in charge of the ‘tower’ was quick to the draw. "Kacooler! Sheen! These are your new orders… destroy the AEUG forces engaging Beta Two, and move in to detain him for interrogation!" While Kacricon took off immediately, changing course to destroy the Orange AGE, Emma took a little more to address the tower, while Apolly and Roberto fell back to reload their Clay Bazookas. "Sir… what about that blue Lieutenant?". She imagined the base commander would simply berate her and tell her to fly away, but he actually took the time to explain. "His offense was… relatively minor. He can remain on this battlefield and be brought to court martial later. If he survives this fray."

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  14. The battle raged on, and both teams were starting to disperse, each to their own thing. It wasn't surprising, given that they barely knew each other, Aida knew, but his dramatic mind couldn't afford not to season the battle with some juicy radio dialogue, so he intentionally made his orders very vague and left his teammates to their own devices. This battle was being fought and would be won by independent, original strategies. Still, he had to remain near the front lines to help any of the two if things spiraled out of control, part of his responsibility as the team's automatically appointed leader. Taking cover with his GM behind a Titans prison complex to momentarily avoid the wrath of anyone, he had to come up with a strategy, and fast. The enemy team could have at least one person with a knowledge of Zeta as extensive as his. "Think, think, think… The Green Noa Infiltration is the 08th TMS Team's favorite anniversary venue. We do it every year… Roger plays Jerid, Noah plays Quattro, and Cecilia plays..." Cecilia loved to play Kamille. That was it. Kamille needed to be located, lest he came into contact with Unit 03, and apparently, none of his teammates had come with that idea, seeing as the radio was mostly dialogue by the NPDs battling the Argama Team and dead air. But Kamille was currently far from the engagement area. He couldn't leave his teammates alone, and both were already occupied. Then it hit him. It lacked proper etiquette, but the NPD had been flawlessly obedient so far… "Beta Four, new orders in. You are to search the forest area and outskirts of the base for a suspect to detain. White male, shoulder-length blue hair, yellow shirt, crippling teenage angst." He added that last bit for the shits and giggles, but the NPD did not waver either way. "Initiating search for description-matching subjects." Aida was satisfied, though he felt obligated to say one last thing. "Oh, and Beta Four… let us know if you need backup. Your orders are important."

    After order acknowledgement from the artificial Diver, whose green Galbaldy distanced itself from the skirmish, he flew fast to avoid enemy fire and studied the situation while nobody focused on him. The Dynames, pretty predictably, tried to snipe Char out of the sky, only to be interrupted by the maniac in the AGE, whose voice could be heard on the team radio for a moment when it challenged the sniping machine. "That's a machine for twelve-year olds, but surprise… he's a grown man", Aida said to himself, paraphrasing Jerid. Blue Lightning was having none of that, and flied past them for a shot at Quattro too, with more success due to his Zaku being geared for speed and firepower, not unlike Char's. Now, both dueled next to the building that had been wrecked by Unit 03. The enemy team's units was more or less in the same disorganized boat, which could be beneficial for him if he acted fast and took advantage of it. The leader of the gang, in the Epyon-themed Savior, was apparently homing on Quattro, probably to defend him, in which case he and Three would probably clash. The very nice Woundwort he had seen before the match was also taking shots at the Blue Lightning, but it wouldn’t pose a problem at all if only somebody could distract the thing. Control of such powerful machine was reduced to almost naught due to the pilot being very obviously a newbie. "The aim is all over the place… Roberto has narrowly avoided death by friendly fire." Was this the pilot’s first sortie? The angry AGE, as stated, was engaging Two. But the real question was… "Where is that white Gundam? It's been real quiet around-"

    "SAY WHAT?!"

    "IFF confirms an RX-178 attacking us! The AEUG has brought a Mark Two! Lieutenant Bidan, what is the meaning of this?!"

    "I… Ensign Sheen, I swear i don't know what you're talking about! Check again!"

    "It's not just the IFF! I know what I'm seeing!"

    "Gentlemen, I swear to-" "Franklin. Bask's office. NOW."

    Not good. The Mark-II based machine was in front of Unit 02, and had managed to have Emma's IFF identify it as a legitimate Mark-II. This, in turn, was stalling her, probably for somebody to pop up and blast her from behind, securing an advantage for Alpha. He wouldn’t let that happen, however, and so he flied towards both Gundams to make his entrance. "Interesting one, aren’t you?", said Aida as he fired his Shot Lancer’s incorporated machine gun to provide cover for Emma. He promptly put a hand on the Mk-IIs shoulder to talk to her, while pointing the Shot Lancer at the Beta Gundam to keep it on the move. "Ensign Sheen, Commander Daninghan has ordered me to take care of this enemy. You are ordered to re-adquire the AEUG’s new models". Aida promptly flied away to keep firing at Alpha’s white Gundam, purposely avoiding Emma’s response to trick her into believing him and switching her target.

    "But! Sigh..." Emma had no choice, and turned around to check on the other two pilots, who had been busy: while Kacricon held back Apolly and Roberto, who were having a harder time than usual facing him due to the unfamiliar controls on their Rick Diases, Jerid saw an opportunity to score an easy kill on the red Woundwort that flied around, trying to lock onto something at all. "Hehehe! Kacricon! That Mobile Suit is scared! I’m engaging it!", Jerid barked at the radio while putting pedal to the metal, making his green Hi-Zack take off and fly at the red machine with the large rifle. Upon getting to it, Jerid had his mobile suit grab the large rifle to point it away from himself, while trying to have the enemy machine stare down the business end of a a Zaku Machine Gun Kai. "I'll have you plummet to the ground in flames!"

    Somewhere else, a young boy had come out of the woods to find the chaotic circumstances he had just put himself in. Far away, mobile suits were battling. He had to hurry if he wanted to board the Gundam that had crashed and help the AEUG, and so, he ran faster through the tarmac. But just before getting to the perimeter of the base, a green Galbaldy Beta landed right in front of him, knocking him down with strong gusts of wind and the impact of its foot against the floor. "Subject meeting Search Criteria 01 through 03 found. Compliance with Criteria 04 cannot be analyzed. Possibility of a match… 75%", the Galbaldy's pilot reflected before pointing its beam rifle at Kamille Bidan, latent Newtype and future Gundam-jacking extraordinaire. "Civilian, you are hereby under arrest. Do not attempt to flee. Lethal force is at my immediate availability." Beta Gundam was nearby, and could have helped if not for a very persistent blue GM III, which landed between him and the Galbaldy, seemingly eager to force it into a fight. "So. Alpha has a trickster. Hehehe..." began the pilot of the Airbatel, having its MS strike a dramatic pose, pointing the Shot Lancer at the RX-179 and readying its GM Command shield. "Most people argued that making the NPDs smarter made ordering them almost impossible… but you and i know something. Their blind obedience was merely traded for human-grade gullibility."

    Beta Gundam had a duel with a nonsense-speaking gentleman on its hands.

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  15. Suddenly, one by one, complete strangers, piloting customized machines of a very good quality, started to drop around him and made their entrance before joining the wait list, like some sort of early Christmas miracle. First was a Saviour from SEED, mixed with some elements from Epyon. Then, a custom Dynames, with what appeared to be some parts from Sazabi. Aida needed not even look at the rest of it to know the pilot had to specialize in long-range attacks. It was followed by a very angry-looking AGE-2, which triggered the countdown clock that would send the four of them to the campaign as soon as 120 seconds passed without any new machines joining. But, surprise, surprise: three more challengers stepped up to the game: a custom Zaku II that still shined despite the simplicity of its build, a very well built Refined Barzam which had been mixed with a Gundam MkII and used the bright colors of Zeta Gundam, and finally, the surprise of the year: a very pretty red Woundwort to defy any and all of his prejudices towards Advance of Zeta units. Even he, the first one in every crowd to bash modern mechanical design, had to admit that it was one hell of a good Mobile Suit, and he expected it to be piloted by an equally skilled operator. Then there was him, with his humble Airbatel, holding a Shot Lancer and panning its main camera, while dishing out greetings to the other Mobile Suits as they landed.

    "What an unfortunate day to put the Defenser and the beam rifle in the bench..."

    Nothing more could be said before the alarm rang calmly. Sadly, no eight machine had joined them, so now, every single machine was transported to a black space for the start of the campaign. He was not disappointed, that nearly full house was much more than he was expecting to find that night, and the NPD that would fill the empty spot could make for a good test of might for the allied AI, if it ended up in his team. "Speaking of which", Aida wondered out loud, and looked at his right. There was an eight machine, a green Galbaldy Beta. The NPD? He checked with a table that had now appeared in the black space among the eight of them, and saw that the teams had been already decided.

    - - -

    Provisional Force Alpha

    Gundam Zero Saviour - Creed

    Astral AGE Gundam - Shin

    Beta Gundam - Hikaru

    TR-6 Higanbana - Risu

    Provisional Force Beta

    GM Airbatel - Aida

    Gundam Trinames - Kyle

    Zaku Forerunner - Carter

    Galbaldy Beta (Titans) - ReC-NPD

    - - -

    "Rec what?" Whatever it stood for, the NPD filling in was rather unusual. Most NPDs on this beta had flashy machines, famous for winning Gunpla Building contests in Perisia, and relatively normal names, like Re-1 and Mall Ninja. All of this, along with the upgrades to the AI, gradually active depending on the skill of both teams, were enough to fool some and think they were actual Divers. Mall Ninja even had a fan club due to his humorous quips and his neat red Susanowo. And even though the Galbaldy looked like GBWC material, with the amount of detail it had been given, the lore-appropriate decals and the weathering, he couldn't stop thinking something was off.

    But that wasn't the time for wonders. One by one, the rival machines disappeared from his view, and once even the NPD was gone, his view detached itself from the Airbatel's cockpit. Everyone was probably seeing the same. This was the beginning of a cutscene. Music started to play, and a banner announced their arrival to the stage of one of the most influential wars ever seen by the Universal Century...

    - - -

    << Cutscene Start >>


    Outer space. The position of the Sun offered an unparalleled view of a group of colonies, stationed at one of many Lagrangian points. One in particular was seeing movement: two black Mobile Suits jittered around one of the service back entrances, nervously if a sentiment could be assigned to their way of moving. Surely enough, it appeared something inside had just kicked the hornet's nest, as a red Mobile Suit automatically came out of the service entrance and retreated at full speed, with its black analogues following its lead closely, while two GM IIs and a Hi-Zack operated by the Titans came out of the other side of the colony. "Target acquisition in seven. It will be violent, men. Prep yourselves for contact", said the voice of the Hi-Zack to its subordinates, as they blasted full speed ahead to the other side of the colony. However, as they got closer they noticed a signal of some kind among the stars. "A flare… did the bastard call reinforcements? UAAG-" Nothing more would be heard of the three pilots, as a potent beam was cast upon them and the surface of the military-owned colony, destroying their machines and piercing the wall alike.

    "Apolly! Roberto! To me! We're going to capture the Gundam Mark II!" Soon after the explosion, while emergency sirens started blaring inside the colony and the smog clogging the artificial atmosphere escaped through the hole, three Rick Dias came out of hiding behind an asteroid, and accelerated into the colony, using the opening to begin their assault on the Green Noa base. Immediately after entering, they were greeted by a squadron of GM IIs, with their short beam rifles at the ready. "Eeeeh… But we haven't found out the whereabouts of the Gundam yet!" So, the red Rick Dias grabbed a hold of its beam pistol, and Quattro Bajeena’s squad of One Year War veterans faced a squadron with double the numbers, but half the skill, which had problems hitting the new models. "You think you’re so much better, don’t you?!", yelled one of the pilots in frustration, firing at Quattro’s machine. However, his fixation on it allowed one of his wingmen to get a crystal clear shot of the attacking GM with their clay bazooka. An explosion followed, and the remains of the leader’s GM descended upon some of the factories that had been making the materials to build the secret mobile suits and their equipment.

    Meanwhile, two black Gundams helped put a third in a mobile platform, meant to take it to its hangar. While the Mobile Suit was in what appeared to be perfect condition, the building it had landed on was not. Effectively, just like the third Gundam, people were being taken out of the building in stretchers, with a pair being on a far worse state than others, heading for a body bag rather than an ambulance. The pilot, a blond man who was about to board the wheeled platform, was approached by a very well known figure of the One Year War, accordingly dressed in his khaki Federation uniform. "What are you doing here?! Can't you hear the sirens?", yelled Bright Noa over the sound of the aforementioned alarms. Jerid Messa replied unenthusiastically to his concerns. "Tsk, i bet it was just a meteorite hit which opened up that hole."

    But Captain Bright wasn't amused, and fed back accordingly. "What would somebody like you know?! You've only just arrived from Earth!" This prompted an uncomfortable silence period between the two of them, while chaos continued to reign in the background. This lasted until Emma Sheen's Unit 02 suddenly twisted its head to look in the direction of the hole in the wall, turning on its loudspeakers to keep Jerid and Bright in the loop. "Scarlet Team down! Tower seven reporting three AEUG mobile suits!". Jerid couldn't help but stare in amazement at the idea that Bright's implications were right. Meanwhile, Kacricon Kacooler's Unit 01 rapidly turned on its thrusters and leaped towards its hangar to grab a hold of its arsenal: a cartridge-fed beam rifle, an E-Pac in the receiver and two more stored in the back, along with a modern shield. The pilot was enthusiastic, to say the least. "Scarlet Team is… they must be the new units spotted at the Moon! Hehehe, you don't know how badly I've wanted this showdown to take place… Emma, your weapons! Jerid, a Hi-Zack! Now!"

    Both shouted affirmatively and ran to their combat posts, as a GM II fell from the artificial skies of the colony, over the house of a poor civilian.

    << Cutscene End >>

    - - -

    <<< Commence Mission >>>

    "Ok, three, two, one, let’s jam..."

    Aida's custom mission beginning audioclip played. The match was on. With no further explanation or instructions, not that any were necessary, Aida found himself back on the cockpit of the Airbatel. His machine was in a very wide hangar with open doors, with space for the GM plus three other machines, which he could see by merely looking left: the customized Dynames, the blue Zaku, then the NPD’s Galbaldy. All four of them lied over their own mobile platforms, which started moving forwards automatically after the match started to take them out of the hangar. Patient, Aida waited for the platform to drive him out of the hangar, not wanting to fly through its roof, a popular practice that looked awesome, but was sometimes met with broken optics and antennae. Instead, he addressed his team. To lead them would surely be a ride, but being assigned as the squad leader was hardly the most infrequent thing to happen to him. "Beta Team, this is One. We’ll use provisional numerical callsigns for this assignment, according to your number in the team roster..." he started, but a voice interrupted him almost immediately. "Four, order acknowledged."

    Aida was a little put off by this, but an intelligence powered by computing power would predictably process things faster than a human. However, this one seemed to lack most of the common sense shown by the NPDs he had fought with and against in solo missions, as evidenced by it not waiting for Aida to finish talking, nor the other two pilots to respond. It also came off as not just serious, but simply devoid of personality or feelings, like a blank slate. Not letting that put him to a halt, he ordered his GM to get up from its stretcher, which had exited the facility, and grab the Shot Lancer that was laying on the floor outside. "Uhhh… Beta Team, ready primary weapons." he continued, slowly panning the camera to find two black Gundams carefully aiming their beam rifles, and a Hi-Zack carelessly shooting at the sky with its machine gun. His IFF showed them as green contacts, which meant they were friendly. "No immediate visual with Alpha, so this is a team battle… We’re up against those four, plus Quattro's boys. You better not let your guard down, Beta!"

    Surely enough, outside the green colony’s walls, a rusty freighter opened its cargo bays in front of the rather improvised entrance port made by the AEUG, revealing the four machines of Alpha Team inside, ready to deploy and infiltrate the colony...

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  16. Pitch black darkness. It had been that way for long, but out of the blue, one of the four Gunpla Battle Nexus cabinets sprung to action and bathed the room in light. Somebody had turned it on by flipping one of the switches in the service room, while forgoing the other three cabinets and the micro-injection machine used to "print" out parts and weapons that were given to the players as rewards for clearing certain missions. A figure entered the room, having just treated himself to a grilled cheddar sandwich and some juice, ready for the rumble. A voice reached out to him after he put on his headset and visor. "Please, scan your Gunpla" It sounded human, but it was probably a recording. He still remembered the good old times, when the voice was jarringly robotic and spoke in a very butchered English. He took a 1/144 figure out of a holster in his pants, and put it over the scanner. It was a black and blue kitbash based in the GM III, crafted, painted and even slightly weathered in fine detail. Two rings of light emerged under the GM's feet and at the top of its head. One ascended, the other descended, and when they met halfway through to read the information chip, the name of the machine suddenly appeared in screen. Airbatel GM. Like Dan, the builder, he was pretty proud of the thing. "Are you proud of us too?" The Airbatel simply activated its main camera, more in response to the laser rings than his question.

    Logging in, which was a pretty straightforward process for such a secretive thing, he dismissed the coincidence and put on his visor, diving into a new world, the world of GBN's Community Update, full of new content to discover… and unsurprisingly devoid of people. The lobby inside the central skyscraper was empty save for an administrator, trying out new test NPDs meant to bolster the number of guides in areas too populated for volunteers to show all beginners around. Uninterested, the Diver by the nickname of Aida checked his context menu and used it to teleport to one of the hangar bays. Airbatel was there, standing tall and mighty above him. The administrator had also logged in with a personal Gunpla, which seemed to be that colorful Mobile Suit a few spaces away. Hobby Marasai. An interesting machine, but its owner was occupied.

    After a routine check-up of his machine, which was way easier when one was smaller than it and not the other way around, he turned it on and headed for the catapult. Being that he wasn't on a mission, and nobody could hear him anyways, he skipped out on the part where he shouted his name and his machine's out loud, to silently catapult away from the building, and fly away to cruise the game world, which could now be done even outside missions since the 1.79 update. That day, the GM-Defenser had been re-painted silver for a new balance of colors, which meant he couldn't use it until Saturday, when the paint dried out and the detail could be done again. He was using a Hyaku-Shiki's and backpack tonight, which hardly kept him in a continuous flight like those Aida was accustomed to. But one of the good things of Free Roam mode was that no fuel or energy would be consumed at all, so he could fly around carelessly in autopilot with the fuel efficiency tool disabled, while using the context menu to try and see just how many people were free to play that night. Hopeful, he gasped when he took notice of the current player count. There were more people than usual, just dispersed through the game world. Maybe that could be the day he finally got to try out one of those new campaigns he had been eyeing.

    Landing Airbatel smoothly on a yard located behind a replica of Alfred Izuruha's school, complete with a vendor of 0080 avatar paraphernalia, Aida coursed through the menu until he could find that one campaign he had been eyeing but couldn't play right until that moment, and when he found it, he picked the "Look for Public" option, even though his Gunpla was incomplete that day. After all, it wasn't like he was in any position to get picky, and probably all of the beta testers were decent enough people to get hold of a code from the administration. Then again, "it's not like the code was mine to begin with...", he sighed.


    << 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.


    "Let's see, let's see… aha! You've been occupying a space in the carry inventory for long. It was about time you were of any use...", said Aida while equipping a one-time use flare gun on his Mobile Suit's free hand, and promptly having Airbatel fire it. The custom GM III did a full 180 degree turn in a second, lifted its right arm, and pointed the flare gun at the sky to strike that famous 'Last Shot' pose from Mobile Suit Gundam, before firing. A golden V promptly appeared in the sky above them. The V-Flare signal would last an entire hour before disappearing. But he planned to leave for the night if nobody joined him before the flare was gone. If that were to happen, he would give up trying to find a group of night owls he could fit into the daily schedule, and come back Saturday afternoon to get started once and for all with a regular force…


    << Gundam Generation >>

    Looking for Divers… (Maximum 8 players)

    1. [8TMS Lt.] Aida

    2. NPD

    3. NPD

    4. NPD

    5. NPD

    6. NPD

    7. NPD

    8. NPD


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  17. On 06/11/2019 at 12:18, MM007 said:

    So far, I'm seeing a re-telling of Zeta which opens the door to ZZ Gundam or some alternate interpretation.  Could be A New Translation or original canon one.

    Am I correct to assume that this is going to be an RP of the First Neo Zeon War?  Is it going to be "on the rails" or can we influence the outcome?

    The OCs will, no, are in complete control of the events from the beginning on, since almost every canon character is KIA or MIA, from the Argama, to the Jupitris (keeping true to the series there) and even the Gwa(zine? Gwadan? The Gwa ships are all so similar in name and appearance.)

  18. Aida's Gunpla Collection

    #1 - RGM-86J Airbatel GM



    Base Unit: RGM-86 GM III

    Operator: Aida

    Defensive Systems: Conventional Materials - Lightweight armor, good mobility.

    Special System: EXAM System - Increases speed, thruster output and decreases reaction times by disabling every safety limiter in the unit. However, this causes the systems to overheat, eventually exploding if EXAM isn't safely disabled. Safe deactivation reboots every system in the MS and leaves it immobile.

    Melee Weapons: Shot Lancer - A weapon able to pierce heavy armor when colliding at high speeds, it saves up space and effective carrying weight by being both a melee and a ranged weapon.

    Beam Saber - Standard Mobile Suit weapon, offers exceptional cutting power at the cost of power consumption. Two units are housed in the back skirt piece as a backup melee system.

    Projectile Weapons: Shot Lancer - A weapon able to fire shells automatically for dealing physical damage with a high rate of fire, but limited ammunition. It saves up space and effective carrying weight by being both a melee and a ranged weapon.

    Shield: Physical Shield - Reliable and heavy shield taken from a 0083 GM Command.

    Power system: Battery Pack - A lightweight power solution for greater mobility but limited supply, it was taken from an unidentified SEED unit's Mission Pack.

    Special Abilities/Features: GM-Defenser - A support craft that is able to dock with the Airbatel, granting it extra propulsion in MS mode, along with a very simplistic MA mode where the unit flies wherever the GM-Defenser is pointing. It includes powerful twin beam cannons, along with its own battery pack, taken from a SEED unit's Mission Pack. This allows the craft to fire its cannons a finite amount of times before having to put strain on the Airbatel's battery.

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  19. Year 20XX. People around the world have taken to building and customizing their very own Gunpla (Gundam Plastic Models) as the world's #1 hobby. In Gunpla Battle Nexus Online, a Virtual Reality MMORPG which is often touted as ''the next-generation hobby attraction'', users from all around the world turn into Mobile Suit pilots (also known as Divers) by scanning their Gunpla and uploading their data to the game, allowing them to pilot their dream machine.

    As if the content added by the game's administrators wasn't enough, they notice a wealth of very well made custom campaigns, individual missions and machines, made by experienced Divers with a knack for making their own original content. To acknowledge the newly formed modding community, they prepare Update 1.8, also known as the Community Update, where popular stages and campaigns can be submitted for the administrators' Endorsement, bestowing upon them the ability of giving clear rewards to the Divers who complete them, and where popular Gunpla builds can now be encountered as rare NPDs (Non-Player Divers), with either the personality of their Creator, or that of an existing Gundam character...

    However, despite being nearly complete, Update 1.8 hasn't been actually released to the public, and is now on one of the final stages: playtesting and polishing. This is the story of a group of beta testers from all over the country, which team up to tackle one of the most ambitious campaigns bundled with the update...

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    Cast and Posting Order

    Replicator as Game Master, Lieutenant Aida, Re-Configurable NPD, NPDs

    Roromi as Creed

    FrostyFoster as Kyle, Char Aznaharo

    ShirokuHakudo as Shin

    I'mAnnoyingHer as Carter Lee

    MM007 as Hikaru, Nana, Ellen

    Rabiddy as Risu

    (Sign-ups have closed for now. If the need arises, they shall open again. Contact Game Master via Discord when that happens.)

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    Gunpla Sheet

    To help everyone understand the machines each other made, and to establish what they can and cannot do, players MUST reply to this post with their own sheet to play. One sheet will be made per machine. For making sheets for new machines or upgrades to previous Gunpla, edit your original post and add the new sheet under that of your previous machine.

    IMPORTANT: Players can give their Gunpla a secret system of any kind, but they must add "REDACTED" in all-caps under "Special Abilities/Features", and run their idea by the Game Master for approval.


    [Diver]'s Gunpla Collection

    #1 - [Unit Name]

    [Images, if any]

    Base Unit:

    Operator (Diver Name):

    Detail the parts and modifications used by your mech by the following sections. Please remember that each perk will have a draw back for each bonus it offers. The examples given are merely examples and anything not listed may be added so long as it can be rationalized. If another player has already added a non-listed element you want to use, try to use that same rationalization for said element rather than making your own.

    Structural Defense: i.e

    Phase Shift Armor - exceptional resistance to physical damage, at the cost of power consumption per hit. 

    Gundanium Alloy - well balanced endurance, at the cost of weighing down the unit.

    Nano Filament/Anti-Beam Coating - exceptional resistance to beam weaponry at the cost of being frail to physical damage. 

    Conventional Materials - offers lighter armor weight for greater mobility, with no added benefit.

    Special System: i.e. 

    ZERO System - offers exceptional target acquisition at the cost of zoning out the rest of the battlefield.

    Funnel System - offers a devastating attack system at the cost of being burdensome.

    Trans-Am - offers exceptional mobility at the cost of high power consumption.

    Melee Weapons: i.e.

    Beam Saber - standard mobile suit weapon, offers exceptional cutting power at the cost of power consumption; small enough for multiple housings on the unit. 

    Anti-Ship Sword/GN Sword - a cumbersome and slow weapon with exceptional cutting power, likely only one on the unit.

    Heat Rod - a whip-type weapon that heats up to deal damage, likely only one on the unit. Greater reach than most melee weapons, bordering on ranged, but less precise and damaging than heat sabers and hawks.

    Projectile Weapons: i.e. 

    Beam Rifle - Can deal high energy damage at the cost of power consumption and rate of fire.

    Machine Gun - can deal physical damage with limited ammo capacity but high rate of fire.

    Bazooka - can deal high damage at the expense of very limited ammo.

    Buster Rifle - high energy weapon with high power draw and limited shots; can deal massive damage.

    Shield: i.e. 

    Physical Shield - reliable and heavy.

    Energy Shield - light weight but draws energy to function.

    Missile Shield - weaponised shield with limited ammunition and low protective value.

    Power System: i.e. 

    Battery Pack - offers a light weight power solution for greater mobility but limited supply.

    Nuclear Plant - offers unparalleled power at the cost of expense and environmental danger if damaged. 

    Solar Furnace - offers exceptional energy and propulsion (including Trans-Am) at the cost of being proprietary (limits backpack options) and expensive.

    Special Abilities/Features: i.e. transformable, SD, secret, etc.

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