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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 18 2014, 03:32 AM (1,183 Views) | |
| Narrator | Jun 18 2014, 03:32 AM Post #1 |
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Reaper of Player Characters
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Time accumulates and consumes human civilization like the sands of a vast and terrible desert. Even the proudest of our achievement are hidden- invisible and indistinguishable to the wayward traveler. Perhaps the stars above, in their apparent perpetuity, will remember us. But even they are fated to vanish one day. In a universe bound by causality, nothing lasts forever- not even the hard earned peace every desired. March 2nd of 87th year of the Universal Century calendar. For historians, this date marked the beginning of a turbulent period known as the Gryps Conflict. It was an attritional war between two belligerents: The Anti-Earth Union Group and the Titans. The Anti-Earth Union Group, an anti-terrestrial organization formed in late 0085, began organizing a formal military in wake of the 30 Bunch Incident. Its founders capitalized on the discontent within the Earth Federation and the subjugation of the colonies. In the name of justice and sovereignty, they became the opposition. For the AEUG's Sixth Replenishment Squadron stationed on the Geronimo, it was another day. The ship's deck crew were busy prepping their GM Rechts for a subsequent round of hard training sorties. The snipes were down below tending to the Minovsky reactor, and the bridge crew was keeping them off the rocks - something a little more tricky than usual in the Shoal Zone- with all the debris. However, the pilots of the group were charged. There had been rumors for almost a week now that they were approaching 'ready' status, and it seemed the rumors were true: today was the day that they'd be getting a formal evaluation by a combat pilot in one of the other units. While their trainer, Eddy LeNoire, and most of the pilots had seen action before in the One Year War, there were several who hadn't - Petrenko and Finley. All of them were charged, ready for action, ready to show this 'Lieutenant Steiner' that she should pick them for the slot on the cruiser she was recruiting for. Edited by Sovereign, Jun 18 2014, 06:07 AM.
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| ZGMF-X28A Nu-Liberty | Jun 21 2014, 12:42 AM Post #21 |
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At this point, it became harder for Eddy to hide his irritation for how Chuck wrote off Solomon and A Baoa Qu as easy simply because people found it easy to talk about it. But he didn't lose his cool, instead he smiled and replied with subtle venom. "Just because we can talk about it doesn't mean it was easy to endure. Sometimes we talk about our experiences to remind ourselves of what we endured for peace. It's all about how one copes, Finley. Just don't talk about how easy the fighting was around some of the more hardcore veterans. They'd skin you alive, even with your martial arts skills." He quietly snickered. Brushing off the man's boast of vaping him in the simulators, Eddy decided it would be a good time to head down to the hangar bay and check in on the deck crew, make sure the Rechts were in top shape for today. As Castle made his suggestion of a contest in the simulators between the two, Eddy stood up, dumped whatever was left on the tray in a receptacle and looked over the people in the room. "If anyone wants me, I'll be down in the hangar bay making sure we're ready for our guest. Finley, you're more than welcome to accompany me if Castle's riled you up enough. Everyone else, enjoy your breakfast. I've arranged for a special victory meal once you're all done with your evaluations. Carry on." Giving a crisp salute with a smile, Eddy floated off into the corridors, finally having a moment to himself and letting the frustrations out, albeit quietly. "What an ungrateful, self-righteous, arrogant little jackass...I wouldn't be surprised if liver failure got him before the Titans did. If he doesn't shape up today, he's finished. I guarantee it." |
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| VTyphoon | Jun 21 2014, 01:22 AM Post #22 |
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'Well, if a pants wetting greenhorn like I was could live through Solomon, I can't help but agree with you there!' Roy exclaimed, throwing a sheepish grin in Chuck's direction as soon as Eddy was out of earshot. If there weren't enough better men that died in my place. Turning back to his meal, he took a long drink of water, his eyes narrowing as he did so. He agreed with Eddy's sentiment at heart, but was eager to relieve any tension caused by his departure. As it made up the lion's share of his sense of humour, he couldn't think of anything better than a light bit of self-deprecation. If Solomon was hell, A Baoa Qu was the ninth goddamn circle. But hey, you weren't there. He'd rather tear into himself before one of his teammates any day. Edited by VTyphoon, Jun 21 2014, 01:28 AM.
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| Quoz | Jun 21 2014, 02:51 AM Post #23 |
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Sweat poured down Emir's face as he pounded on the heavy punching bag. The damn thing weighed almost as much as he did; every punch added more separation and decreased the force he could deliver with the next blow. No combos in micrograv he reminded himself yet again. Have to finish a fight in the first hit if you can. As he neared the halfway point of the track he planted his feet and lunged past the bag and began to hit it from the opposite side, slowly robbing it of momentum. By the time he reached the far side the bag had slowed to a halt and began to drift back in the opposite direction. Seven laps down, three to go. The first time he had attempted this workout he had broken three ribs when he was crushed by the heavy bag. Now, he only used this particular workout when his spirit was particularly unsettled. Today was the day he could prove himself and earn a place fighting the Titans. Two years of training. I didn't even have two hours before Solomon. This time, I'm ready. Emir glanced at the clock and saw that it was time to wrap up. With a savage growl, he pushed off and inverted, grabbing the bag in a leg lock and unleashing a savage combination of blows that would be impossible without an anchor to his target. The energy of his hits put him into an uncontrolled three axis spin. Emir disconnected just before he slammed into the floor. He steadied himself on and waited for his stomach to settle back out of his throat. Ugh, this might have been a mistake. Probably don't have time left for breakfast anyway He stowed the bag back in its rack and hit the filtration system to suck any of his excess sweat out of the air before hitting the showers. Emir bumped into Eddy outside the cafeteria. While he certainly hadn't gone out of his way to make friends, Emir at least got along with the other Zeke vets on the crew. Seeing him cussing under his breath, it wasn't hard to guess the source of his irritation. "Morning, Eddy. Isn't it a little early to be letting the civilian get under your skin?" |
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| ZGMF-X28A Nu-Liberty | Jun 21 2014, 03:12 AM Post #24 |
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Hearing Emir's comment snapped Eddy out of his angry reverie, shaking his head for a moment to clear out the negativity before putting on a smile. "That transparent, huh? Guess I need a little work on the art of subtlety, Emir." Chuckling with that comment of self-deprecation, Eddy noticed that by the looks of him, the Zeke veteran had spent a little too much time whacking the hell out of the punching bag again. "You're gonna put yourself in the hospital if you don't get that habit under control, Emir. If you want to kill the punching bag, do it gradually, not all at once." Still smiling, Eddy tried to turn the subject away from the fact that yes, Finley had pissed him off once again and not let the civvie get the last knife in. "Anyway, we've got an hour before the evaluator shows up. If you feel well enough to get a bite to eat, Gaff and the kitchen crew put together some decent food to munch on. I'd strongly advise it, Emir." |
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| Redshirt | Jun 22 2014, 08:03 PM Post #25 |
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Ensign Expendable
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"Yeah, yeah, big tough veteran..." Chuck mumbled as Eddy went on again about how bad it was at Solomon, and how Chuck needed to show more respect and blah blah blah, just pass me so I can kill the fuckers he figured quietly. Castle's offer of a sim duel was something, at least, to get the blood moving. "Sim deck in ten, Fred" he said quietly. Ignoring Eddy's salute, Chuck merely flexed a hand out. Martial arts skills... you really don't want to know, Eddy he thought very quietly. With that, he excused himself, and ducked into the nearest head. Yeah, the coffee helps, but today, I need the extra clarity... he thought, pulling the vial out of his pocket. His next move was to his ankle, where he slipped an injector out of his boot. Slipping the vial in, he rolled up a sleeve, biting down on his uniform. His next move was to push the hypo onto his arm and push the plunger. A muffled 'MMfmm' escaped through his mouth as the stims did their job, his eyes going wide. OK... even after two months on them, that still sucks... feels like coffin nails being pounded into both temples while my skull is being compressed down and squeezing my brain... he thought, shaking his head to clear the pain. But at least now I'm sober Booze and hangover burnt out by the shot of Stim, Chuck headed towards the sim deck and slipped into the first pod, waiting on Castle. Edited by Redshirt, Jun 22 2014, 08:04 PM.
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| Redshirt | Jun 22 2014, 10:04 PM Post #26 |
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Ensign Expendable
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Lieutenant Hilda 'Freya' Steiner Rick Dias Gemini One Hilda double checked her fuel state as she sideslipped another electrical discharge. Its a good spot to train, and a great place for that Intel mission to watch Konpe - no, Solomon she corrected herself - but it is a damned pain in the ass to fly through here she thought to herself in the silence of her cockpit. "Frak it" she muttered to herself, increasing her engine output to max. If LeNoire's training kids here, I can push it up a bit too she told herself. For just a brief moment, she let herself just fly, a faint smile crossing her otherwise-weary face as she did. The beeping of a new contact forced her out of her reverie, sadly. A quick glance confirmed it was the group she'd been looking for. Hrm... on DE, one DD, two FFEs, and an old CVE... kinda big for a training group, but if we're playing this close to Solomon, don't want anyone unescorted... she figured, keying her radio. "Geronimo, Geronimo this is Gemini One to your north-up at forty, requesting clearance to land, I authenticate Alpha-Seven, over" she called. "Uhh... roger that ma'am, you have clearance" she heard back from what sounded like a startled PO. She smiled faintly at that. Give the poor kid some credit, you are over an hour early, Hilda she thought as she lined up to land. _______ On the Geronimo, things would quickly turn into a flurry of activity as the PA system announced Flight Quarters to recover Hilda's Rick Dias. In the Mess Hall, the pilots still there would see a half-dozen of the deck gang tear out and head straight for the hangar. Those pilots who chose to head to the observation area in the pilot's ready room which overlooked the flight deck - which was still pressurized during flight ops - would arrive just in time to see one of the AEUG's new Rick Dias units get strapped in to its cradle and begin sliding towards one of the empty mobile suit berths. An insignia of the Eighth Mobile Group - 'Zodiac Wing', a shield with three stars on a diagonal - emblazoned the left shoulder. To the right was an insignia none would recognize; a pale blue outline of a wolf laid over the old Zeonic crest.... ==Ready? GO!== |
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| Blaze | Jun 22 2014, 10:09 PM Post #27 |
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LeNoire left, but not before making sure that he had the last word on the Solomon issue, and warning Chuck about expressing his views around the more rabid space vets. It wasn't Fred's conversation or issue, but it still bugged him, he had been in more battles than most space vets he'd known, but because they had been in the two big ones, they discount what anyone else had done. While he had never been in a huge battle like the two in space, he'd been in the primary force that took Australia back, compared to what had been done on Earth, the space vets just dealt the final blow to a weakened beast. But that didn't matter right now, Chuck had accepted his challenge, saying to be there in ten. "Got it, see ya there in ten." So Fred quickly ate his second sandwich and downed his coffee as quickly as he could, he wasn't gonna miss this after issuing the challenge. While he wasn't fond of LeNoire's little lecture on Solomon, he did have to agree that Chuck had no idea what a real battle was like, but after today he might get his chance. He made his way down to the sims, and saw that Chuck was already there, so Fred jumped into one of the vacant pods before activating it, "You got here first, so if you've got a preference for the parameters, go ahead and pick them." he didn't really care where they were or anything, he had experience in space and under a variety of conditions on Earth. So he felt confident in being able to adapt to whatever Chuck chose. He then heard the announcement for Flight Quarters, but he didn't care too much. It had to be LeNoire or one of the others getting some last minute time in afterall. If it was something to worry about, there'd be an alarm. So he simply continued his sim setup, choosing his GM and it's loadout while he waited for Chuck to choose the parameters. Edited by Blaze, Jun 22 2014, 10:18 PM.
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| VTyphoon | Jun 22 2014, 11:14 PM Post #28 |
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Looks like breakfast is over. Savouring his last forkful of egg and beans, Roy took his time following the deck crew out of the Mess. The new machine and its mystery pilot were scheduled to arrive soon, and as attached as he was to the Rechts, he was still curious. But, just in case, he kept to a slow, leisurely pace as he made his way to the observation area. If it turned out to be nothing, at least he got a pleasant walk out of it. 'Well well, don't you look familiar..' Fortunately, he wouldn't be disappointed. Looking out into the hangar, he watched as the Rick Dias was secured into an unoccupied berth, a strange cocktail of dread and nostalgia mixing in his stomach as he noted its Zeon-esque design. The bulky proportions, the mono-eye sensor... It reminded him of the first time he set eyes on his old Rick Dom. Oh... Oh dear. As his eyes wandered to one of the symbols emblazoned on its shoulder, the parallels started to become just a little uncomfortable. |
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| Quoz | Jun 23 2014, 01:03 AM Post #29 |
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Emir chuckled at Eddy's concern. "Looks like we've both been dealing with some demons this morning. Part of this still doesn't feel real, that after all of this time we'll be hopping back into combat again." Looking in at the stacks of grease that were on display in the chow line, Emir decided that flying without a full belly would probably be the better course. He snagged a quick donught and a boxed OJ and jogged back down the hall to catch up with his instructor. Entering the flight line Emir watched the ground crews scurrying to secure their newly arrived evaluator. The Zeon insignia was familiar, but he couldn't place it -- which was troubling, given how many units he had tracked during the One Year War. Still, with the evaluator showing up early, Emir wasn't going to waste his valuable prep time worrying about this new puzzle. In all likelyhood, it would take the better part of the hour they had before skids up just to undo the damage that the techs always did to his presets in the cockpit. Grabbing his helmet off the rack, Emir turned to his instructor before they split up for their mobile suits."Hey Eddy - before we go out there today, I want to get something off my chest. I know that you've had some doubts about this team; especially since so many of us were on the oposite sides in the last big one. Lets be clear -- You've already saved my life twice, and I'm not going to let myself die in debt to a damn Feddie. Today, I'm gonna make you look like a superstar. Lets go kick some ass." |
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| Kagezuchi | Jun 23 2014, 05:53 AM Post #30 |
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Marika was busy enjoying her spoils when the PA blared and she quickly connected the dots, this was definitely the new arrival it had to be. If it wasn't she was going to be pissed! Cramming the last piece of bacon into her mouth Marika headed towards the general direction the deck crew were going at the same pace even though it was pure curiosity driving her. She only broke away to go to the observation area and pressed herself against the glass to get the 'best' view of the new mobile suit. "Look at that thing! That color scheme, that shape that eye it's a Dom!" Marika had a wide smile at the sight of the new machine having in her opinion Zeon design origins, she hadn't even gotten to pilot the thing and she loved it already. It was only when she saw the crest that her smile grew wider, a fellow female pilot and she was definitely Zeon with that crest on display. Looking over towards Roy Marika was barely suppressing the urge to jump in place. "Look at that thing Roy and do you see the crest?!" |
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