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| Sunrise | Oct 6 2011, 03:16 PM Post #1 |
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U.C. 0079 September, 18 Outside a desolated colony, far away from the others, not well known for anything, history reaches a turning point. There was only one thing good about this colony was that it was peaceful. Before the war starts, several individual places declared neutrality, this colony in Side 7 were one of the few that managed to duck under the blazing flames of the war. However, it was only until this day, people have yet to know what will become of their fate. Close to the Colony's wall, there were a few units flying around. They were not as big as CRADLE's MS, but they were slightly bigger and more effective than fighter jets, which cannot even fly in space. The Federations Mobile Armor (MA) glided across the empty void. Closely behind followed the Federation's battleship, since it was awfully well packed with firepower, it was called a battleship anyways despite its cruiser size. The Federation's Salamis class ship slowly docked into the bay of the Colony, as the MAs continued their patrol outside. The ship had a flat hull and overall a rectangular structure. Mounting turrents and cannons all around the ship, it was a power battery. "Well, this concludes the last mission of this ship. With the last parts of the Argama arriving, our V Project can finally be on its course..." the federation commander took a deep breath and laid back a bit on his captains seat. He was a commander in his 50s, long white beard with small patches of black here and there. Taking out a pipe but refrained from lighting it since oxygen is that much important in zero gravity space. 'You have worked hard, thank you so much for coming all this way' he patted a young man, possibly not even in his twenties on the shoulder. The young man respectfully nodded and walked out of the bridge, he had short blond hair and from his facial expression, people can tell he smiles a lot. Being at a standard height of 175 cm, there was nothing special about his appearance. However the badge he wore on his shoulder seems to be at a ranking higher than people of his age can possible obtain. He took a glance outside the window, he could see nothing but an endless darkness dotted with glittering stars. While most people would think it is beautiful, he has seen too much of this scenery that it no longer even brings out the "boring" thought. Side 7: Inside the Colony ; a certain highschool On the roof of a building in Side 7, one student was skipping class. An ordinary looking boy with moppy brown hair sat behind the fence with a screw driver in his hand. Fiddling with some strange machinery he looked up into the sky. "Peaceful...cant believe theyre having a war out there, well it doesnt really matter if it doesnt affect me. I guess" he dismissed and tossed his screwdriver back. The tool bounced on the concrete tiles of the rooftop and rolled a few centimeters as its rolling momentum was stopped by someone standing there. "Allen, how much longer do you plan on skipping class? Well, its over anyways, lets go home..." a boy with short black hair, in the same uniform as Allen pointed with his thumbs back. Knowing his friend must be skipping class on the rooftop. He picked up the screwdriver for him as Allen got to his feet. Looking back a girl with a thick but light blond hair and very white skin, not from make up, was there as well. "...ah, when did the bell ring. Lets go, Hayate, Sayla. Are we going over to Mr. Brown's place right now?" Allen had a boring face, he had no interest in his life, and he only wanted to fiddle with his self-proclaimed "future gadgets". Totally oblivious of the event that will flip his world upside down, turning him into someone that no one will ever have thought. Side 7: Outside Behind the asteroid, hides another battleship. Unlike the Salamis, this had a pointy hull, painted dark army green and wings spread out flat behind. By looks it was not nearly as well armed as the Salamis as well. However, this Musai-class light cruiser did not need such fire power, because its main objection is not charge into the enemy lines, but for the transportation of CRADLE's newest humanoid mobile weapons, MS. One man, blond curly hair shoulder length, with a silver mask and red lenses, completely concealing the top half of his face hopped off the captain's seat. With a sinister smile, he snapped his fingers. "The stage has been prepared..." he just gave a simple description of what he saw the situation to be. However that was enough for the operators to understand what needs to be done. Slowly the hatches of the green ship opened its hatches... |
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 6 2011, 04:03 PM Post #2 |
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The Cult of Personality
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Side 7, South Spaceport The area around the South Spaceport of the colony was relatively quiet. It was only a quiet place, set up for convenience for the general public. Very few shuttles were flying overhead. Compared to the north spaceport, not as much advanced facilities, only a few buildings and walkways leading to grounded shuttles. A young man, wearing a long blue jacket walked over to a derelict building a few yards away from the spaceport. His hair was white, almost bleached, and had a piercing set of icy blue eyes. Behind him, a young red haired woman was struggling to keep up with him. She was carrying several heavy bags, in contrast to the young man, who was only holding onto a sheathed katana. "Ha...Ha...Ha...! Xanavi...! Are you really sure you're wanting to go through with this? It's not too late to turn around and just take a holiday here!" The young woman shouted at him. Xanavi was barely listening however, and was paying too much attention to what was going out around him. Hmm.....Pretty odd place for these guys to bring me to. Don't they know that going from one enemy territory to another is a dull idea...? "Huh? Oh, don't be daft, Lilium! This is a chance for us to make a difference for the future! You know what both the Federation and the CRADLES have been doing to each other! These guys call themselves "regime changers!" So why don't we put whatever power they have to use?" Xanavi answered back to Lilium, taking a couple of bags off her shoulders for her. "Besides, we're only a few yards from the meeting point anyways....See? That hangar over there, that's all we'l need to walk now." Xanavi grabbed Lilium's free hand and carried on walking. Side 7, South Spaceport Hangar Inside the old hangar where Xanavi and Lilium were heading, two men, looking in their thirties and twenties, respectively, were pacing around a large cloaked object. It couldn't have been a space shuttle, as it was too large. It also couldn't be any form of artillery, as its shape underneath the cloak was too uneven. The man in his thirties, outfitted in all black shirt, trousers, boots, jacket, gloves and sunglasses, climbed up a ladder onto a walkway, overlooking the massive cloaked structure. "This is Mr. Nidus. All of our efforts thus far have culminated in this moment. What is the current status of Project Musha?" The older of the two men shouted down. The younger man dropped his notepad on a desk after ticking off the last boxes on the list. "All systems and weapons are ready, General Thermidor. The main gun and all close quarters weaponry has been carefully adjusted to prevent damage and move smoothly. We've had to tweak the main reactor to focus all effort into the machine itself instead of its previous weapons, but after all this time modifying it, we can finally call Project Musha ready for practical use. Mr. Nidus called back up. "To think that all of what we've done is created straight out of the Federation's own Project V....How.....Ironic...That the very tools they hope to win this war are going to be eventually used against them." Thermidor muttered to himself with a smug smile on his face. Before he could continue musing to himself, the hangar door opened up... |
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| Sunrise | Oct 7 2011, 05:34 AM Post #3 |
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Allen, Hayate and Sayla walked down the slope towards the public car park. In space, the cylinder colonies have no natural change in seasons. However, the four season were perfectly replicated by the Colony's high technology. A powerful autumn breeze swept past the road, Allen narrowed his eyes a bit to avoid any dust that might flow into his eyes. Blocking a crimson leaf blew off from a tree, he turned and scanned his ID card against the electronic lock. "Say, its about time to change uniforms...getting chilly these days dont you think?" Hayate followed and swept his ID card as well. His black asian pupils followed the movement of another car that went bursting past the gates towards the highway. Allen only replied with a dull look and scratched his head, as if he did not care too much. Sayla rubbed her arms a bit, showing a sign to agree that short sleeves are no longer suitable for the weather in September. Unlike the boys, girls had to wear skirts, so double the chill. Shivering a bit, she swept her card against the lock as well. "Well, sucks for us because they only allow uniform changes in october, which is still a few days away. Patience...patience..." she sighed and spun around. The others followed her and saw a timid girl, with the same uniform, long orange hair and blushing a bit the moment she met eyes with Allen. "Ah, Sherry! Sorry sorry, forgot about you! We're heading over to Mr. Brown's place right now, come along!" Sayla quickly went over and pull her over. "Eh? No, I am...wait, Sayla-chan!" she was reluctant but Sayla forcefully pull her over, she was blushing harder as she looked down onto the ground. Sayla knew who she liked, but naturally her target was too numb to notice this. One more member, shouted Sayla as she molested Sherry to find her wallet, scanning the ID card for her. "Ah, no, hold on..." she stammered but Sayla never really try to hear her out. The four walked into the carpark and opened the doors to one of the public cars, it was an age where even high schoolers can easily get their hands on a drivers license. The solar battery powered automobile lined up neatly in the underground carpark. Allen swung open the back door of a car, and threw himself inside the back seats. "Does it really matter if one or two more comes..." he sighed and continue to fiddle around with the strange piece of machinery he has been holding onto since school ended. Hayate took the drivers seat while Sayla sat next to him in front. Leaving Sherry with only one seat to be chosen from, Sayla knew only this her friend would have the guts to talk to Allen. Or so she thought... Outside the Colony Clicking a few buttons, the screen inside the CRADLE's MS lit up bright. The light reflected off the glass of the pilot's helmet. The dark cockpit was narrow and stiff, Raul took a deep breath and put his hands on the control handles. Applying a little force on the paddles around his feet, his MS took one step forward. Raul was similar, or in many ways, nearly the same as another person. He had short blond hair and blue eyes, even the placement of his eyebrows were similar to another person. A communication came in, Raul connected it, not like he had a choice. The screen revealed to be from his commander, what face he was making really cannot be told, but Raul just assumed he was "smiling". "Now then, as you might have heard rumors of, the Federation seems to be developing their own Mobile Suits. After suffering nine months of hard days, seems like the Federation learned their lessons as well. Unfortunately, CRADLE's only advantage over the Federation right now is our technology of MS, without this it would be difficult for us to stand up against the Federation in war..." the masked man explained. Raul tilted his head, although he understood most of the situation, there was still one thing he did not see a connection to. Proof. "I understand the situation, my apologies however I believe we need the decisive proof if we are going to commence an operation like this." Raul respectfully stated, the masked man did not hesitate nor think. From the situation, using a few logical thinking, it was easy to see that there was something being constructed in the declared "neutral" colony in Side 7. "Sorry, I should have made this clearer. Remember several days ago, we had reports of three Musai-class ships being sunk by an unknown battleship heading towards Side 7? Well to put it straight, one of the survivors in the ship saw the attacker to have a Federation symbol painted on that ship, and trailed that ship until he saw it with his very eyes, that it docked into one of the harbors in Side 7. The rumored V Project, that the Federation begun their MS development, and the docking of a new type of ship...this war might become unfavorable for us if it continues like that. Our squad's mission is diversion, cause an attack into making the Federation believe we are here to attack and destroy their new weapons. However in fact that another team will be infiltrating the Colony, and find ways to capture the Federation's newest MS and ship. In the worst scenario, we will be charging inside to destroy them. I will leave frontline commanding to you Raul, for your age, I have to say you have amazing piloting skills and charisma that even makes me a bit jealous at times...good luck!" the masked commander gave his salute as Raul nodded. Understanding his objective, he saluted back. "I understand, Colonel Full Frontal. Raul Ru Crueze, launch!" the communication was cut. The hatches were already open. The guide lights went from red to green as the catapult being to slide. As if the force was released from a rubber band, his silver MS was thrown out into space at amazing speed... Edited by Sunrise, Oct 7 2011, 05:39 AM.
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 7 2011, 12:38 PM Post #4 |
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Lilium closed the door behind her as she and Xanavi entered the hangar. Dust blew out with the draught before the light from the outside was blocked out again. The place around Xanavi suddenly felt colder and more cut off from the area surrounding it. Thermidor barely raised his eyebrow at the new people entering. He adjusted his jacket climbed down the ladder to meet Xanavi face to face. "What's will the time be in 72 hours and 72 seconds...?" Thermidor firmly asked Xanavi, his hand hovering over a pocket on the inside of his jacket, ready to react if this was not the right person. "Half past 20, minus 8 second to the day." Xanavi calmly answered back with a nonsense reply. Thermidor smirked back and put his hand forward for a formal handshake. "I must say, I was never expecting you to make it past all the Federation personnel here, let alone make it half an hour earlier than the arranged time." Thermidor adjusted his sunglasses to completely cover his eyes, like a black mask. Xanavi looked right back at him, but the lighting, or lack thereof, made it impossible to see through the glasses. "Save the praises. I'm more concerned about how you've brought us all the way out here in the middle of space in a Federation filled place, just for us to sign up to this group!" Lilium shouted out in protest, still catching her breath from carrying the heavy bags. Thermidor retracted his hand when Xanavi didn't react, and paced around the cloaked object behind him. "I apologize for all the extra measures taken for this. Unfortunately, you know that what this role is about isn't a place to discuss within the areas the Federation are in control of. Doing so in such an obvious place would be suicidal. Likewise going to a CRADLE controlled area would be equally suicidal given our organizations current status." Thermidor explained. "I'm not interested in safety precautions. Tell me what I'm here for and I'll be on my way...." Xanavi muttered and dropped his bags where Lilium was also dropping them. "All I want is to cut to the chase and get on with things already, is that too much to ask?" Xanavi asked Thermidor in a harsh tone. "Hey, watch your mouth you little....." Mr. Nidus raised his voice and clenched a fist, unwilling to listen to Thermidor being disrespected. Before he could do anything a black gloved leather hand was placed firmly on his shoulder, neither Xanavi or Thermidor reacted to the young red haired man threatening the new boy. "I understand your concerns, and if such is your wish, I will answer them." Thermidor took his hand off Mr. Nidus and handed Xanavi the notepad that had been placed on the desk. Xanavi took it and flicked through a few of the pages, some were torn, with some doodles scibbled on the corners of the pages in red ink. The top heading of every page read "Project Musha" with a list of tick boxes going down it. "We've hand-picked you, Xanavi Krieger, from a selection of over 20 pilots that applied to join the Organization of Regime-Changing Armies, because your prior history in combat simulations on Project V excelled everyone else who applied. You combat effectiveness in close range is exactly what we're needing for you to pilot our own reverse engineered project, this thing you see before you now." Thermidor confidently spoke out, knowing that nobody was around to hear him openly talking about details of this "Project V". Xanavi raised his eyebrows at some of the details on the tick box, astounded with some of the terms included on it. "I see....And you expect me to just run out with this and go attacking the Federation with.....Giant melee weapons? In the middle of a war, no less...." Xanavi asked with much intrigue. On the back page, some sketches of old weapons wielded by humans before expanding out into Colonies were drawn out, with scales indicating they were much large than one wielded by a human. "....No. At this moment in time, this is the first major step we've made in Mobile Suit development, and as such is the only one we have. Furthermore attacks from the CRADLE's are putting our objective at risk. For now, at least, we want you to assist the Federation until the CRADLE's have been neutralized." Thermidor snatched the notepad out of Xanavi's hand and tossed it back to Mr. Nidus. "Go. I want project Musha to be stood up and ready for proper testing!" Thermidor ordered Mr.Nidus and pointed to a machine at the other end of the hangar... |
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| Sunrise | Oct 7 2011, 01:21 PM Post #5 |
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The pilot of the Federation's Mobile Armor, the TS-MA2 Moebius looked out his screen. A purple unit, built like a mix between a heavy jet fighter and a automobile. Its boosters gave it mobility in an 0G environment, unfortunately it is not something that can be used on Earth however. The Moebius was the only sort of mobile weapon the Federation can field in space so far. Not that they can field much better weapons on Earth though. Each unit was armed with a large linear gun and 4 missile pods. Keeping a close eye watch on any possible enemies that might be tailing their ship. But he has seen nothing but a vast ocean of stars on one side, and the huge metallic walls of a colony on the other. He wanted to chat with his friend on the other unit that flew close by, however knowing that any unneeded communication during missions will surely get him in trouble, he left the radio untouched. However, if he was a bit more less concerned about this rule and that, it might not have lead him to this sort of fate. What awaited for him, was a brutal death without a grave. He saw a flash from a far, it was like a comet that flew past him. The speed was fast, however for a pilot on the battlefield, he knows very well what that "unidentified flying object" was. "Mo...mobile suit?! Need to communicated...huh, why isnt the radio working...?!" the pilot panicked a bit, as his calls were not heard. While trying to figure out what the problem is, he was completely unaware that CRADLE did not just deploy one single unit. Three more units sparkled a far, but he did not see it. Two of them flew by, and by the time the last one flew past, his unit was ripped in half, forcefully by a melee weapon. Following him, his friend's unit suffered the same death. BGM From the Federation's ship, the alarm roared across the hallways. The normal white light that brightly shined through the narrow halls of the ship was dyed red by the spinning red lamp. The ship's crew quickly returned to their respective areas to prepare for combat. The young pilot also scrambled out of his room and rushed towards the bridge. Grabbing a handle off the wall, the conveyer belt type "escalator" pulled him through the halls of the ship that has little to no gravity. The automatic door of the bridge quickly swung open, as he hurried in. The bridge was in chaos due to the sudden attack of the enemy. "Condition red, Minovsky density high! Enemy Mobile Suits confirmed, type Zaku, numbers...3, no...4!!" an operator reported. The captain clutched the handle on his seat hard. "Grr...seems like we have been tailed after all. Mu, I suppose our mission is not over yet. Can I count on you again?" the captain gave a weak look at the young pilot. He was not confident, but neither was the pilot. Even one MS being around already proves to be difficult to take down, with two there is the danger of a entire squad being wiped out, and more than three is a situation called despair. However there was not much of a choice for Mu right now. He knows, even if he stays inside, this ship will be crushed within the next 10 minutes. Instead of waiting to be killed like a sitting duck, he much rather try and fight back then maybe have that tiny bit of luck that will allow him to come back alive. I understand, as Mu nodded and quickly went down to the hanger of the Salamis classed ship. The Federation does not have MS, they at first refused to learn the way CRADLE fights this war, believe MS are just large toys that will satisfy a few scientist's fantasies. The Federation learned that this was in fact false, in the really hard way, costing them billions of lives. All and all, the Salamis battleship naturally did not have any ability to carry MS of any kind, only a sort of runway for their MAs to launch. Mu quickly stripped himself of all outer clothing and jumped into his pilot space suit, or more commonly known as a "normal suit". His normal suit was however different from the other Federation soldier's ones. The normal soldier had an all out orange type of suit, with a large screen on their helmet. Mu's suit however, is more dark purple and with patches of black, clearly showing that his skills are different from the ordinary pilot. For his age, it was unthinkable to have such a customized look in the army, however there are always exceptions. He hooked the back part of his helmet to the collar behind his neck, as the rock hard head protector slipped down onto his head. His screen was narrow, that only showed his eyes, unlike the other soldiers as well. After getting properly dressed, Mu hustled over to his unit. Naturally it was a unit slightly different from the other Moebius as well. Mu piloted a customized Moebius, the TS-MA2mod.00 Moebius Zero. It was painted orange, and its head looked like a bird. Like the other Moebius, it was armed with a long linear gun. However where the other units had their missile pods, Mu's unit had four gun barrels instead. The cockpit's hatch slowly lowered as the lock shut tight. Mu lowered the screen on his helmet and locked that as well. The hatches began to slowly open, Mu took a deep breath, no matter how many times he has returned from the battlefield, there was not once that his life was perfectly safe. "Mu La Flaga, launching here!" he commanded. The Moebius Zero slowly began to build up power and move forward. The runway was relatively short, the launching was aided by a type of catapult much similar to the ones used to launch MS. Zoom! As the orange hawk-like unit blasted into space leaving a trail of sparks from the friction against the tracks. 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| Razo Krieger | Oct 7 2011, 01:41 PM Post #6 |
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The large machine tilted up the cloaked object until it slid off its metal platform and landed flat on its feet with a heavy thud, forcing the dust on the floor out and blowing it everywhere. The top of the cloak looked as if it had been pierced by a giant blade, a 3 headed spear type, holding up the rest of the cloak. Mr. Nidus got out of the machine and into a vehicle that carried a staircase in an airport, only much large. Part of the silver cloak had been cut out, revealing a large piece of red metal underneath with a small hatch. "Well, aren't you going to climb into your new mode of transport?" Thermidor impatiently asked, mockingly ignoring the fact that it was clearly armed with a form of giant spear. Xanavi didn't say anything, silently climbing up to the hatch while Lilium was following. "Mr. Nidus! There's a shuttle heading out for our next destination! I'd advise that you make a move and get on it as soon as possible. There's not enough room for the 4 of us." Thermidor shouted down to Mr. Nidus and closed the hatch behind him, taking a his seat directly behind Xanavi, while Lilium was sat to his left. None of the 4 people present were aware of what was going on outside. "Alright, so what do you want me to do with this thing?" Xanavi asked Thermidor. The grey cockpit looked completely different from what was on the simulations, sporting fancy red and yellow handles and differently coloured buttons. It was almost too cramped for Xanavi's liking with 2 other people behind and at the side of him, but Thermidor didn't seem to mind from his seat behind. "Well, it's not like we're going to look normal if we go out for a walk, so we'll just have to compromise for now. Switch this thing on and gouge out two holes for its eyes, I will not accept people noticing a Mobile Suit walking around, let alone one as important as this. These humans will simply forget about seeing a Mobile Suit doing what these "Japanese" people call "Cosplaying"...." Thermidor put emphasis on each of these terms, as if he had never understood what they were. |
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| Sunrise | Oct 7 2011, 02:27 PM Post #7 |
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Inside the Colony Hayate stepped on the brakes and slowly parked the car outside a house. The autumn of Side 7 was chilly, but the sun still shined bright above the artificial sky. Not that the sun was real anyways, but this did not bother those that lived in this tube. People accepted the artificial sky, sun, moon, season, and everything but stars that would be seen when those are turned off at night. Four doors swung open as the four friends got out of the automobile powered on the very environmental friendly solar battery. "Right we're here...ah, what?" Hayate muttered to himself but he felt a tug from Sayla. Although he did not understand why Sayla was pulling him away from Allen and Sherry, he only saw her wink a bit. Huh? Was the only expression Hayate can put on his face after being pulled over a bit away from the other two. Sayla whispered next to his ear. "Hey, we're going to be leaving those two alone for a while. This morning Sherry told me, she finally will bring up the courage to confess to Allen! But at this rate she will never say it, so we need to be away for her to be ready!" she was whispering rather loudly, but the wind blocked away the sound, the other two also did not understand what those two were planning. "Ah! Mr. Brown says he has a surprise for you Allen, we're going inside to prepare first, you two wait outside. Dont you dare look!" Sayla shouted to Allen and Sherry from a far and pulled Hayate towards the back door of the house. "Ah...Allen-san, you know...I, um..." Sherry wanted to begin her sentence, but she was not sure why no words came out. Allen turned around and was half dull in emotions, but then reached out on top of her head and scraped off a leaf that just fell on top. She closed her eyes and blushed redder, Allen just threw that leaf onto the ground and smiled. Outside the Colony While the people inside are having their happy daily lives in peace, it was a blood bath in the cold starry ocean outside. The Moebius approached CRADLE's MS, the MS-06 Zaku II. The green giant had a head that looked like a gas mask, with spikes on one of its shoulders and a thick piece of shield on the other. Pipes were connecting from its body to the backpack that held a booster, giving it propulsion in space and inside colonies. Its gigantic structure and mono eye was well known as the "metallic cyclops". Three units were seen approaching, however there were four units that was detected earlier on. The Moebius fired large bullets through their linear gun, each with enough power to tear past even the strongest of the metals. However each MS just tilted and passed each Moebius. The Federation almost outnumber CRADLE twice, however the gap in technology was too large. The Zaku lifted up its metallic arm and took aim at the Moebius that was unable to turn around like a MS can. Pulling the trigger, with its 120 mm machine gun, steel hard shells flew towards the frail MA and ripped it into bits. In no time, the Federation's advantage in numbers was lost, only very few Moebius units were left. Seeing this situation one unit remained outside while the other two flew towards the colony. By the time Mu's Moebius Zero arrived, it was already too late. He only spotted one unit amongst the corpse of many destroyed Federation MAs. The other two were nowhere to be seen, and neither was the fourth unit that never appeared. "Damn, too late?! You guys, spread out and surround that. Our enemy is one unit, its not impossible to take down when we outnumber it!" Mu commanded, he was young, but already commanding like a senior officer. The other two MA spread out into formation and flew to the sides of the Zaku. However the Zaku's pilot with his much higher mobility unit did not wait for the Moebius to get into position. Immediately firing countless shells at one unit, the steel battered against the armor of the MA, it was only an instant until the purple fighter jet exploded. Hanging its machine gun on the racks on its backpack, the Zaku took out another weapon. It was what a MS is most well known for doing, close combat melee. The melee weapon was an axe, with the blade part glowing in a blazing red heat. Boosting up and chasing up to the Moebius that cannot change directions, the Zaku lowered its arm and crushed down with a lightning fast swipe that easily sliced the frail MA in half. While Mu was focusing on that one Zaku, the other two finally appeared again. It was right in front of where the Salamis class ship docked. The captain's eyes widened as he wanted to cry for help, but naturally no one will hear him out. The gun nozzle was pointed at the ship's bridge, as the Zaku did not hesitate to pull the trigger. Shells crushed the bridge, killing the crew and rendering the ship useless. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 7 2011, 02:42 PM Post #8 |
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Xanavi flipped up a switch and pressed a large red "ON" button underneath it. Immediately the screen in front of Xanavi lit up with a welcome message, he pressed through a few more buttons, forcibly turning off the computer voice off before it could utter another word. "That's quite enough of that...I already know how to operate one of these things..." Xanavi muttered to himself and moved a lever down, a loud grinding noise was heard from under the cloak, and a small white window in the corner of the screen read out "Nichirinmaru Katana Active" "Hmm...You're better at this than I'd expected. Alright, let's see if you can control it properly. Stab at the area of the cloak that the main camera can see, then we can be moving. Don't stab yourself in the eye, because..." before Thermidor could finish, Xanavi butted in, already knowing the loical conclusion of such a move. "Because I'll stab myself in the face, kill off my main camera, and then it will be useless, right...?" "Hmph...That and I don't want to be wasting my precious time fixing idiot mistakes...." Thermidor grumbled to himself and kept watching the machine. The sound of a weapon being unsheathed rung out for several hundred yards, such was the size of the blade being taken out. Sheesh.....This guy's got too much of an ego on him... Xanavi thought to himself as he carefully moved the giant katana until it could faintly be seen through the cloak. |
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| Sunrise | Oct 7 2011, 03:03 PM Post #9 |
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Allen suddenly saw a few suspicious people running past the road, they were dressed all in black. However the shadows behind the building in the alleyway was dim, so it might just be a few salary men thats late for work. But for some reasons, Allen has a bad feeling that something might happen. Sherry tilted her head wonder why Allen's facial expressions suddenly changed. The door to the house opened and a tall man, nearly two meters, bald and rough skinned stormed out of the house. "Hey, what are you guys doing out there? Not coming in?" he shouted out really loudly, Sherry only let out a squeak. She really had difficult handling this man. Allen looked up with an empty look. "Mr. Brown. Sayla told me that you have a surprise for me. I wonder what it is. Well, nine out of ten its going to be something boring..." Allen sighed and walked up, trying to forget what he just saw. To add to the dullness Allen was showing, the autumn wind blew past once again. Mr. Brown shook his head and scratched his chin for a while, then sighed for a while. "How many times have I told you not to call me that. Well, its not really a surprise but I heard a rumor. You know there are factories behind his house, in the next next roads. Yeah, I heard that the Federation brought in their MS and started to build it here, and you know what---" before Mr. Brown can finish his sentence, a huge wind blew from behind Allen. For it to be a natural wind, it was a bit too big and sudden. However any sane person will know that this was not wind, but a shockwave created from an explosion that followed with a huge sound. At the same time, the sky exploded as well, the "metallic cyclops" descended from the sky. Dust covered the air, the artificial sunlight was immediately concealed and the place became awfully cloudy. "W...why are CRADLE's MS here?" a civilian shouted, as the city began to panic. The alarm inside the colony finally began to ring. Allen looked up towards the sky, his eyeballs followed the path that the Zaku took, which landed on the artificial colony ground with a bang. Oxygen began to leak from the hole in the sky, continuous explosions repeated behind the house of Mr. Brown. The rumored factory he was just talking about. What is that...why is this happening...why cant we live our days like normal...why must humans fight a war...why, why, why... Thoughts began to repeat in Allens chaotic mind, he did not understand the reality he is facing. |
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 7 2011, 03:17 PM Post #10 |
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The sound of the explosions far away could just be picked up from inside the Project Musha. All three of them immediately took notice of what was now going on around them instead of the test. "Explosions...." Xanavi muttered to himself. He hurriedly pressed a few buttons for the Katana to slash the cloak covering the main camera. The katana easily sliced over it, revealing a pair of light blue eyes underneath, as well as what appeared to be two silver antennae sprouting out of the forehead in a loose V formation. "Hmm.....That's unexpected. Either the Federation have dropped a nuke of theirs like humans do, or.....CRADLE MS...." Thermidor smugly stated. He rested his feet up on the back of Xanavi's seat and continued to watch. "Our current task hasn't changed a bit. Continue with what you were doing. Move out of this hangar, if there's a battle, then we'll be able to walk around while both sides attention is focused on the enemy." Thermidor calmly ordered. "What are you talking about?! We're walking around in a damn machine! Both sides will easily notice a giant walking cloth and pay some attention to it! Xanavi, stop this now and get out of this thing!" Lilium protested out to both men, but neither of them complied with her order. "If we get out now then we don't have our own transport. We're better off sticking in here for now, at least we can run away faster and further in this than on our own two feet...." Xanavi reasoned with Lilium as he moved the large metallic hand to move the main hangar door... |
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