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The Falken; Chapter One
Topic Started: Aug 1 2013, 08:25 PM (97 Views)
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Warrens Class Skyline:
4 - Player Units
3 - RGS-K11 Zanneris RGT (NPC)
5 - GMS-C01 Zanneris MRT

Warrens Class Odin: (Will be joining the battle halfway to the end)
4 - RGS-K11 Zanneris RGT
10 - GMS-C01 Zanneris MRT

Zeal Class: (3 Units)
6 - RGS-K11 Zanneris RGT
12 - GMS-C01 Zanneris MRT

44 Striker Units available

Total Battle Striker Count

Other:
Various support units of troops, vehicles, and mobile equipment.


Northwest Falken River
February 16, Polara 40
1500 hours

Approaching the Falken defense line, the Skyline slowed down to a cruising speed, matching the fleet and taking position where instructed. Bastian looked out of the observation window as various battlements and support units took their places. He took a deep breath as he felt like crap, no reason at all and he felt like crap. Was today a bad one? Sure, people were about to die, but sudden feeling of illness was surprising, almost like something was going to happen. Bastian drank a bit of water, the feeling going away with the feel of cool liquid running down through his throat. He put the bottle of water down on his desk and walked out of the room, it was kind of quiet though, especially for a ship that was about to go into battle.

As he entered the bridge, he looked at the Tac readouts on the closest CIC monitor. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary yet, but that did not mean a thing at this point. He looked at the captain who only looked at him for a second before nodding. Bastian flipped on a com relay and made an announcement.

"All Pilots board your Strikers and deploy to the defense line, We're expecting an attack any time now." He said over the relay.

Bastian moved out of the bridge and made his way down to the hangar where his striker was prepared for him already. He had the standard equipment and then an Elite Guard Sword stowed on the left hip. Fixing his pilot suit, Bastian mounted up and closed the hatch. He moved the RGT to the catapult deck and took off. Once clear of the ship, he lowered down to the ground, firing his thrusters for a second to soften the landing.

Following behind him, Azalea Rostov boarded her own RGT equipped with a Plasma Arc Cannon and leg missile launchers. She stepped the machine onto the catapult feet anchors and was jettisoned out of the ship. Once she landed, she made her way over to a secure spot and waited for the enemy to appear.

"Well, so far so good. If they so much as try to cross this defense line, there will be one less fleet to worry about." Azalea said.

"Don't get over confident, they maybe out enemy but they have some pretty good pilots on their side as well. Don't over estimate them." Color, Bastian responded.

The waiting time now begins.
Edited by Ventus, Aug 1 2013, 08:32 PM.
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