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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 19 2011, 07:23 AM (438 Views) | |
| Sunrise | Oct 19 2011, 07:23 AM Post #1 |
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BGM Behind a canyon, there hides the white battleship, covered in sandy colored cloth. The crew were all panicking, as the civilian were still on board. Noa was wondering where they landed, now Noa noticed something. They did not land in Jaburo because they were forced to change course under Full Frontal's attack. "Taures, where are we right now? Seems like we landed in some desert..." Noa asked, the blond operator skillfully controlled the computers. For a ship with so few crew, Taures had multiple tasks, even so he managed to complete them all. However his facial expressions changed when the answer was out. "Captain, we have landed nearly 5000 km away from our intended destination. We are currently in California state Arizona, Sonoran desert...the bad thing is, this is CRADLE's field of control!" he reported, Noa knew this was Full Frontal's back up plan of some sort. If they cannot sink the Argama up in space, then at least not have this ship land near the Federation, and call even more reinforcements on Earth to attack them. Looking out the window, it was an endless horizon of yellow and brown. The rocky land covered most of the sand. With only a few cactus erected under the blazing sun, Noa sighed. The only good thing is this desert is one of the driest ones in America, and the fact that it is geographically suitable for hiding within the mountain ranges. However they cannot stay like this, because no matter how good they try to hide, hiding a huge battleship in the middle of the enemy grounds is impossible. Especially when CRADLE is now on full watch out for this white "trojan horse" that managed to even defeat Full Frontal. Allen carefully walked his white MS back into the hanger. Placing it back in position, he opened the hatches. With his helmet removed, he felt a huge wave of heat raided his entire face. It was ironic now that the Gundam's cockpit was cooler than the outside. Looking down, the maintenance crew already removed their tops and only wearing a dirty white t-shirt underneath, with their uniforms tied around their waist. "Hey kid, we're on Earth right now, dont you dare jump down from there!" one crew member shouted up to Allen. Although at first it might sound like something dumb to say, if no one reminded Allen, he might as well have thought they were still in space. The handle slowly lowered him down on the ground, the moment he laned, he felt the powerful pull of gravity. It was real, not like the artificial ones in the colony. The oxygen was real, not artificial. The sky was, the ground was, the sand was, the clouds were, everything was real. They arrived at Earth, the motherly planet of man. However when Allen looked at the open hatches, the scenery disappointed him. Where is the green forest and blue ocean he has been wanting to see for years... Edited by Sunrise, Oct 19 2011, 07:29 AM.
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 19 2011, 12:53 PM Post #2 |
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A single black chinhook helicopter flew over the sandy desert. It was unknown whether it belonged to the Federation or the CRADLE's. Inside, Thermidor overlooked the vast, but rather bland yellow and brown scenery below him. The helicopter was never intended for attack, certainly, in an age of MS the only thing it could be used for is transport in the atmosphere. Sat next to Thermidor was an old man, he looked in his 50's or 60's, and was bound to a wheelchair. Several pipes were extending from out of his nose, only enhancing the hideous image given from his pale white skin and sickly expression. I'm not surprised you had managed to bring our attention to this area, Maxamillian. What's the status of our Mobile Suits?" The old man asked Thermidor, addressing him by his first name. Thermidor clenched his teeth and kept looking out of the window. "Have a guess, old man. All of my crew are stuck outside with a broken HLV because somebody chose to spend all our funding elsewhere...!" Thermidor grumbled to himself. He spoke to his leader with an angry scowl on his face. He detested this crippled old man. Compared to him, who walked through a desert alone and survived was nothing but a spec of dust. "Xanavi, over there! What's that black spec in the distance?" Lilium pointed out the incoming helicopter to Xanavi, who zoomed in on the Musha Gundam's camera to clearly see if from afar. The crew of the Radish were all sat in the shade created by the HLV or inside it, trying to keep as cool as possible in the desert heat. "Helicopter....Do you think it belongs to us...?" Xanavi put the simple question towards Lilium, who in turn could only shrug her shoulders. None of those in either the helicopter or the HLV crash site knew that the desert was also covering a much more obvious and larger target... |
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| Sunrise | Oct 20 2011, 12:02 PM Post #3 |
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Without much of a choice, Noa ordered Taures to set course for Jaburo. However knowing that this is CRADLE's field of control, it would be much difficult to continue to move in any direction. Looking at the map, Jaburo was located in the middle of the amazon jungle, in south america. However although it seems like a short way, the coasts of Florida and the many islands in the Caribbean is heavily guarded by CRADLE forces, making it impossible for the Argama to break though. THen looking at the other side of the pacific ocean, all the way across the ocean until the east Peking and the south Australia was under heavy guard of CRADLE as well. With little to no more ways to run, Noa only drew his fingers across the America's land and past to the atlantic ocean. "Staying here we will be found someday sooner or later, we have no choice but to move on. Taures, set course for the Atlantic ocean, its the only body of water nearby that we can escape to. If we can make it to Belfast then we will be safe..." he gave the best prediction he can. "I understand, but captain. I'm afraid we need to move on quicker than that, because the resupply we got at Luna 2 will only let us last a week at most, including all the civilian use supplies as well. And we are in the middle of a desert, where can we find anymore supplies..." what Taures was worrying about Noa understand as well. However if they move any faster than that, then CRADLE will come even quicker. The sun was still pointing sharp at the sky. Assuming it was noon, Noa decided to set sail right now. Despite being large, a white battleship actually blended in the soft sandy backround of the desert fairly well. Pushing slowly throughout the blazing desert, the air conditioning ran smoothly throughout the entire ship, fuel was the only thing that did not concern anyone, since the Minovsky craft reactor gave the battleship nearly an unlimited supply of flight energy just by staying afloat, since with this amount of output, the generator can charge itself back. As the Argama has set its path, at the same time another side needs to begin planning on how to hunt this trojan horse. Full Frontal got off his MS, the hatches opened as a strong beat of light smacked against his face. He might be closing his eyes from the strong sunshine, but that was not seen under his mask. Despite in this sort of hot weather, he did not sweat a drop even wearing something that looks very thick. Grabbing the rope, it slowly lowered him to the ground. Walking towards the base, that was set in the middle of the city in california he looked around. After three reentry operations from CRADLE, it destroyed most of the major cities on earth, as CRADLE erected their own strongholds in each respective tactical position. The city of Los Angeles, that once flourished with people now lay in a pile of rubble. With buildings crushed and roads destroyed, the only few path that lead to the base were the ones used for aircraft launching. Full Frontal sneered at those homeless people that were begging for food outside the gate. Walking towards the main gate of the base, he saluted to the soldiers. The two immediately stood up straight and saluted back, knowing who this person was. "Hello, care to help me connect to commodore Garma Elisard. Say to him that Full Frontal has arrived." he pointed to the interphone that hung to the wall. Even in all of CRADLE, there might not be another one dressed like that, other than Full Frontal himself. The soldiers did not actually have to contact at all, they know that Garma was waiting for this person since last night, immediately opening the gates, one of them showed the way. The long hallway was somewhat dark, the stone structure reflected a cool breeze of air, perfect for such an environment. Coming to the end of a hall, there was a fancily decorated red door. The soldier was about to knock on the door but Full Frontal stopped him. Telling him to leave, the masked man decided to knock on the door himself. "Full Frontal, coming in!" following his actions, he pushed open the large red door. There stands a young man in his early 20s, somewhat similar in age. He had a glorious look on his face and his dark black eyes gleamed under the sunlight of the room. With neatly brushed purple hair and tidily dressed army uniform, the young man welcomed Full Frontal with a smile. "Oh, Frontal! I've been waiting for you for so long! Hearing that you detected the Federation's top secret plan, and even being in combat with it. Coming back without any problems, I knew the Red Comet can do it!" he went up and put his hands on the masked man's shoulder. Frontal however, did not show any emotions. Though Garma was looking very happy, as if the two known each other for so long. Sighing a bit, Full Frontal can only give a little smile. "It seems like I must return this name to you. Indeed I have discovered what the "trojan horse" was, however I failed to defeat it and above that I even lost 8 units of Zakus..." Full Frontal gave a negative report. Unlike how he usually acts, even Garma was surprised at how his friend was acting after being in combat with the Argama. Thinking, an opponent even the Red Comet cannot defeat, how much better can he do. But if he does manage to get the Argama sunk, then this time he can finally prove to his elder sister that he is not just a man that relies on their parent's past glories. "Its rare for you to be so down, is it really that tough? But Frontal, I have to thank you. If I manage to get that down, then I finally have face to talk up with my older sisters above. Just like before, you and me in a team, theres nothing we cannot do!" he cheered, Frontal just nodded, but his real intentions, were yet to be seen under that mask. He only gave one phrase to Garma, the Argama's destruction will be worth the FAITH badge for CRADLE. |
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 20 2011, 12:56 PM Post #4 |
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The helicopter landed down in front of the HLV. The sand underneath it was pushed back as it got closer to the ground. People inside looked up at the helicopter like some sort of savior that would remove them from the desert heat. Thermidor stepped out of the helicopter and looked down on the people under his control. Berlioz looked back at the man stood at the top of the dunes with a certain shock in his face. He could never fathom how Thermidor had managed to call a helicopter so quickly, perhaps it was luck. Or perhaps there was an hidden depths to the military leader of ORCA. "General...? How did you...?" Berlioz rubbed his eyes to make sure the man stood before him wasn't just a mirage, but it was anything but. "All ORCA personnel not related to our Mobile Suit operations, come with me. We have business to follow up." Thermidor spoke out with disinterest. He did not seem to care for those under his command at all. Immediately, everybody but Rain, Xanavi, Lilium and Cara rushed up and boarded the helicopter. Berlioz was the last person to board the helicopter. While everyone else was busy strapping themselves in, he was the only one to stand next to Thermidor. "General, how did you manage to call this thing in so quickly...?" Berlioz asked Thermidor. Thermidor moved his eyes to look right back at Berlioz, although that couldn't be seen behind his black sunglasses. While appropriate, the fact he was wearing them was a mere coincidence. "There are things I can do, that you cannot...Ensign Rayleonard. Remember that well" Thermidor harshly spoke to Berlioz and let him pass. He pulled out a radio headset from the cockpit to get in contact with Xanavi. "Krieger, Cara. I'm sending a Federation scientist who's been working on Project Nova along with you. I want you to follow her directions so we can find out more about Project Nova." Thermidor gave his orders to the two pilots. Immediately after Rain was seated in the Jinx, the two MS split off from the helicopter as it went the other way. "The first place we want to go is Belfast. There's a Federation outpost a mile north from there that was working on the Project Nova. We'll start there. It's also the place I was working in before I was sent up to Luna 2." Rain pulled out a map and propped it up on the back of Cara's seat. It didn't take a genius for either Cara or Xanavi to know that Belfast was much too far away for them to get to easily. Even with Mobile Suits, atmospheric flight was something almost unheard of. "Uh..Ma'am, you do realize you're asking us to walk these things all the way over a damn ocean, don't you...? Fuck, should have brought my running shoes..." Cara's expression couldn't be seen underneath his gold visor, but it was clear from his tone of voice that he wasn't happy about his situation. |
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| Sunrise | Oct 20 2011, 01:41 PM Post #5 |
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Another stealth jet flew above the Argama, however it did not seem to notice its target that has been hiding in the canyons yet. Due constant coverage, the Argama can only move forward very slowly. Even until the end of the day they have not gotten out of the desert yet. At this rate, it might as well take a week to get out. However Noa knows, the longer they take, the looser CRADLE's patrols will be. Just hoping they are not spotted within this day. Thinking like this and that, a day have passed already. Allen lied straight on his bed, looking out the windows. For the entire day, all he saw were rocks. He was disappointed, he thought he would be saved if he fought his way down to Earth, but this was not true. The bottle of water stood still on the table, as his lips were dried again in this environment. The desert at night was cold, the air conditioning of his room was already turned off. Looking at the time on his wrist watch, it showed 4:42 pm. Obviously it was not the time right now, and he did not have time to set his watch to the correct time frame. But thinking about it again, what was the time frame on Earth anyways? As Allen was thinking about this sort of useless question, his eyelids slowly dropped on him. The night was long, longer than how he would have thought. But eventually the sun will rise, and once the sun will rise, he might have to fight again. "No more of this...I'm sick of it..." he sighed. No matter how long a night will be, eventually the sun will rise. Allen was still asleep, while the alarm rang. Indeed it was an alarm that woke him up, but it was not an alarm clock, but an alarm to warn the crew that there are enemies approaching. Allen immediately jumped up, he knows if he does not go, then no one would. Mu La Flaga was no longer on board anymore, he is the only MS pilot of this ship. The alarm continue to sound throughout the hallways, quickly getting dressed in blue Federation jacket, zipping up his long white pants, he ran out of his room. The ship shook a bit and tilted, Allen almost tripped, but grabbed hold on the non functioning conveyer belt that was used in space. Looking at the two paths, he immediately decided which way to go. Without a second thought, he headed towards the hangers. BGM "CRADLE's attack?! They came faster than we thought. Or maybe we were spotted a long time ago, but since they did not want us to notice that fact so they did not attack so quickly and waited the entire group to come! All crew members standby in your positions, first battle phase. Sayla, Gundam prepare to launch, contact Allen! Hayate, leaving the turrets to you! Taures, what are the enemies?" Noa looked out, seeing the stiff air and sharp sunlight spearing onto the land, he knows that the enemy is already use to this sort of situation. Taures scanned the surroundings, however he did not catch any MS or mobile units being launched, only a huge attack carrier trailing close to the tail of the Argama. The purple carrier had a large fat hull and very wide wings. It was heavily armored with alloy crates all over, one beam cannon stood firm on top and above the bridge. "The enemy is, CRADLE's Atmospheric Attack Carrier...Gaw! Beam cannon coming!" Taures quickly reported, using the rear camera, he caught sight of the beam cannon on the large aircraft charing up in energy. Noa did not have time to think too much more. He immediately shouted to Rie, knowing that the Gaw will be aiming at the engines from behind. Ship hull 30 degrees up, avoid it! The beam cannon, as Noa expected, went for the engines of the Argama. However just in time, the white battleship pushed up higher and away from the cannon. The cannon that cannot change direction smashed onto the ground and exploded, kicking up large amount of sand and molten rocks from its huge heat. Garma looked very surprised at the fact that this attack missed, but Full Frontal did not seem very surprised at all. "How did it do that? Frontal, maybe I can understand the reason that you did not sink this! No choice, at a time like this, we need to rely on our mobile squadrons. Dopp fighter, Zaku launch!" Garma ordered. The hatches to the large aircraft slowly opened, from within, a group of 8 fighter jets boosted out. They were fairly small, with the cockpit clearly seen. The green colored fighter jets were smaller than a MA, painted in the same color as a Zaku. Its small wings gave it enough power to boost at high speed in the atmosphere. Following the fighter jets, two MS followed as well. CRADLE's J type ground use Zaku, they pushed outside the carrier as well. Using their well developed boosters's impulse, the MS landed on the ground. Holding heavy bazookas, it immediately fired a 280 mm shell at the Argama. Smashing against the deck below, the ship tilted a bit. After the battle above in space, the Argama was still not fully repaired, if this continues, it is just a matter of time before it sinks. However Allen will not let this happen. The hatches from the Argama opened as well, the air inside the Gundam was not good, it was very hot and Allen's white normal suit just made it hotter. But it was not the time to worry about that. If he worries about that now, the one dead is him. "Allen, Gundam, launching!!" |
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 20 2011, 02:06 PM Post #6 |
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Xanavi and Cara heard the Gaw's beam cannon smashing down into the ground. Both of their MS looked directly at each other, as the pilots inside obviously couldn't tell what the other was thinking. "Krieger...Do you hear that..?" Cara moved the Jinx up over the rocks to get a better view of what was going on. When he first saw the Gaw, it looked more like an aeroplane rather than any CRADLE weapon. "Hey....Any idea what that thing is...?" Cara asked Xanavi while the Musha Gundam was reaching the same viewpoint. Xanavi somewhat recognised it as a CRADLE weapon right away, if only because of its slightly different design from an Earth aeroplane. "CRADLE weapon. Atmospheric fighter type. This place is CRADLE controlled territory. It makes sense that they'd be down here. What doesn't make sense, is that white ship from before..." Xanavi looked down at the Argama getting away from the Gaw, and suddenly realised something that would make their lives a lot easier. If they were unable to transport large objects easily because of their Radish not being there, then they would simply force the Argama to carry them. "Cara, get your suit ready for combat. I'm going to take matters into my own hands this time." The Musha Gundam pulled its musket off its back and took aim at one of the Dopps, fully intending to make the prescence known by shooting it down. Edited by Razo Krieger, Oct 21 2011, 09:20 AM.
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| Sunrise | Oct 21 2011, 08:34 AM Post #7 |
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Sliding past the catapult, the Gundam flew up high in space. Allen was ready to face any opponent that will come his way. However he felt that the controls were heavy, much heavier than when he was in space. It was like the feeling during the atmospheric reentry. "This is...gravity?" Allen opened his eyes wide, as the Gundam landed, he was unable to adapt to the new environment on earth. The white MS smashed onto the sandy rocks and lost its balance because Allen did not adjust it according to the Earth pull. Smashing onto the ground and getting on all fours, the Gundam was wide open for attacks. The group of Dopp fighters flew over and unleashed a barrage of missiles towards the white MS. Allen quickly looked up and pushed the controls. They were harder to push than usual, but he still managed to make the MS move up. Though it was late, the missiles smashed against the tough armor of the white MS. One of the fighter pilots looked at the numb movements of the white MS, he had a small laugh. "Heh, not use to Earth's gravity yet seems like." he sneered, the group did not make a U turn, but instead continued to attack the Argama. Allen pulled the periscope over his eyes from behind his seat, and locked onto one of the Dopp fighters, pulling the trigger of the beam rifle, the pinkish red fury was unleashed. Despite its power, and Allen's good aim, the beam failed to hit its small target. Knowing that the beam rifle has only approximately 16 shots in total, he did not continue to pull the trigger. At this time, the two units of Zakus that launched from the Gaw also landed and reached the Gundam. Lifting up their bazooka and fired at the Gundam. Allen was still getting use to the environment, there was no use trying to avoid with difficulty right now. Pushing up the shield, two 280 mm bazooka shells smashed onto the red defender. "Ugh...damn Zaku, this is gravity. I wont lose!!" he readjusted his aim, having a close and good view of the enemy MS, the Gundam pulled the trigger. The blaze from the beam rifle once again ripped through the dry air of the desert, spearing past a Zaku. The lifeless MS was only thrown back and disappeared in a huge explosion. Garma seeing this, his jaws dropped even more than how much Full Frontal did at the beginning. Not believing his eyes, he is beginning to lose confidence on how to defeat this. "One hit and a Zaku is destroyed?! Frontal, why didnt you tell me that it was this tough?!" Garma quickly looked back to the masked man standing behind him. Full Frontal just shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "Hahaha, I did tell you. Sinking this trojan horse will be worth the FAITH's bade..." |
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 21 2011, 08:56 AM Post #8 |
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The Jinx pulled a beam rifle from its thigh and grabbed it with its right hand. The rifle look similar in design to that of the Gundam's, except it had wires extending out of the back and into the side of the silver MS body. Cara pulled over a small console over his mask, a simulation gun, that was connected to the main camera of the Jinx to aim at targets when stood still. Before Cara could even lock onto a Dopp, Xanavi fired a shot from the Musha Gundam's musket. A loud clunking sound could be heard from the old looking gun. A silver shell shot out and flew at the Dopp. It was not a beam rifle, but a slightly smaller variant of the bazooka used by both CRADLE and Gundam condensed into a rifle. The explosive shell exploded before it got anywhere near the Dopp, sending a field of explosive shrapnel into it that even its high speed couldn't evade. The little green fighter exploded into a burst of flame and crashed down to the ground below. "...A shell firing weapon...? How much did these guys really know about Project V...?" Xanavi murmured to himself. Seeing as his Musha Gundam couldn't copy the beam saber or the beam rifle, it almost seemed like it was deliberately built to hide in its "brother" units shadow. He took aim at another Dopp, knowing from the screen that the musket had around 7 shots left before having to reload. |
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| Sunrise | Oct 21 2011, 09:34 AM Post #9 |
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"Garma-sama, our Dopp fighter team was attacked by an unknown unit." one of the operators reported, Garma looked at the screen, it did not show any other unit but only a field of rocks. Then looking again at the Dopp attacking the Argama, he was wondering. Since the Zaku are keeping Gundam occupied, he was wondering where did the attack come from. Full Frontal was actually more surprised than Garma, unlike the young "prince", he was a professional strategist. Knowing this is in CRADLE's field of control, being attacked in the middle of your "house" is much unthinkable in a situation like this. Then the smile appeared again, turning around he walked towards the hangers. "This is strange, I will personally deploy to go check what that unknown is. Garma, its better to call in reinforcements. Oh and also, why not send the Magella attack tanks out as well..." Frontal gave a simple sign and walked off. The hallways of the Gaw was dull metallic colored, his red uniform stood out completely. Then reaching the hangers, he did not put on a normal suit as usual, knowing he will not be shot down by anything. By the time he got to the hanger, he already saw that Garma has taken his advice and launching more units. His red Zaku rested firmly in a corner of the hanger, stepping up on the ladder that led to a long metallic road for maintenance, he hopped into his MS just like that. "Full Frontal, launching!" he commanded. Despite he said launch, he did not use the catapults, just ordering the other units to get out of his way. Kicking off the side of the Gaw, the Zaku zoomed down towards the land, from high up above he saw something that was not suppose to be seen in an area like this. "Ho? That is...? Interesting." he did not use the boosters to help him stay afloat in the air, but instead boosted forward to push even faster with the descending speed of the heavy MS, giving his red Zaku 3x speed, charging over at the Musha Gundam. Allen did not notice Full Frontal's launch, as he was busy dealing with the Zaku in front of him. The green MS swung down its heat hawk as it left a large dent into the Gundam's shield, Allen was about to lift his arm up for the beam rifle, the Zaku continued to charge and knocked it off balance. Indeed the beam rifle may be strong, however it would be useless if it cannot be fired. And it was definitely not a weapon to be used at close distance. Pushing the Zaku away and back with its shield, Allen was about to take aim again, but then noticed. The Zaku's pilot knows that the beam rifle will destroy his unit in one hit, then in this case no matter what Allen do, the Zaku will try to charge and not let him fire the powerful weapon. "In this case...!!" Allen shifted the controls to pull out the beam saber from the racks behind the MS. Without even noticing, Allen has begun to do this without the computer's support. Seeing this, the Zaku wanted to take distance this time, but Allen did not let it do so. Jumping up and soaring through the sky, the powerful booster of the Gundam quickly caught up against the Zaku. Swinging down, it sliced it in half in an instant as well. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Razo Krieger | Oct 21 2011, 09:47 AM Post #10 |
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"That red Zaku from Side 7...Hmm..." Xanavi remembered Frontal's red Zaku when it first deployed against the Gundam at Side 7. He knew that simply trying to shoot the Zaku down would only result in wasted shots and a kick in the chest, something that would be even more dangerous with gravity allowing it to be knocked on its back. However, it was just one unit versus two much more advanced units. "Cara, stay behind me and fire on that red Zaku!" Xanavi pulled the large spear off his back, aware that Frontal would try and get as close as possible. A regular Zaku's rifle wouldn't even scratch the Musha Gundam, but he didn't know if Frontal was even aware of a second Gundam. The Jinx fired its silver beam rifle at the incoming Zaku. Each purple beam that was fired wasn't wasting something like ammo, but was gradually draining the Jinx's generator too much. Indeed, although ORCA could create a beam rifle, they couldn't create one with a rechargeable E-Cap that didn't run off the suits power. Each shot from the Jinx caused its purple eyes to flicker even more. Xanavi moved one foot of the Musha Gundam back into a fighting stance, ready to attack Frontal head on when he inevitably dodged each shot. |
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