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| 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 23 2014, 06:54 AM Post #31 |
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Hopefully all of you will...like I said, if Finley doesn't get his act together today, he's getting kicked to another replenishment squadron and go through the process again, no matter how much he pisses and whines about it... As a teacher and re-trainer, the only things that frustrated Eddy were those that still let old rivalries simmer to the point where it impeded the process and those that had obvious potential but wasted it, figuratively or literally. "Emir, trust me, you're ready for -" Before Eddy could finish his sentence, to give the man some reassurance that he was ready to go head-to-head with the Titans, the announcement of Flight Quarters was broadcasted throughout the ship. Well, it's a good thing I already finished breakfast. Hope everyone else did. Wasting little time in heading down to the ready room, by the time he got there Eddy found that Emir, Roy and Marika had beaten him to it. "Yeah, the Rick Dias is a beauty, isn't it? Once production kicks into full swing, we can retire those GM Rechts!" To Eddy, aesthetics didn't matter a whole lot when compared to functionality and from what he'd seen, the Rick Dias was the closest the AEUG had to a mecha juggernaut. Turning to Emir as he listened to the man speak, Eddy quietly pulled him aside and looked him straight in the eye, speaking straight from the heart. "Emir, listen to me and listen good. I've taught, re-trained or brought back up to snuff over a hundred pilots and you're definitely one of the best. You have nothing to prove to me or anyone here, nothing to owe, no debts to repay in my eyes." He smiled as he finished up. "But if you insist, I want you to do one thing and one thing only...the same thing I told everyone on the first day: don't be an ass, do your best and earn that pass. The same goes for everyone here. They all know that...even Finley. No going behind anyone's back, no making me look like a superstar. Okay?" He extended a hand to his fellow vet to seal the deal. |
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| VTyphoon | Jun 23 2014, 11:53 AM Post #32 |
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Roy cocked an eyebrow at Marika's enthusiasm. The fond attachment of a veteran was understandable, but her sheer fangirlism was a little harder to grasp. Not that he didn't find it endearing, her enthusiasm never failing to bring the slightest smile to his face. He just wished it was directed at something a little less... Divisive. 'Could use a little more purple, but it's a Dom alright!' He began, acting more animated for her sake. 'Mine had a frillier skirt, but I guess that's not regulation anymore. I just hope it's got better internal armaments.' He placed a hand against his chest for emphasis. 'Zeonic engineering's all well and good, but why mount a beam gun in your chest if all it's good for is blinding the enemy for a few seconds? Might as well have installed a big ol' flash light.' Am I... Venting? He paused to stroke his beard, wondering if his mock excitement was allowing eight year's worth of dormant frustration with his old ride to come to the surface. It's not like the thing didn't get me out alive, or anything. 'Hope this new model's got a beam sabre too. As much as I like good old fashioned heat weapons, the Federation had some good ideas.' It was genuine praise, but he tried to mask it as sarcasm. Unfortunately, it fell a little flat, with Roy being unwilling to use the "proper" term a Zeon veteran should use when referring to the Federation. Feddie, Zeke... Those words just make me squirm. Much like the crest that Marika was admiring. 'Yeah, it's just a little familiar.' Edited by VTyphoon, Jun 23 2014, 11:53 AM.
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| Redshirt | Jun 24 2014, 04:10 AM Post #33 |
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Ensign Expendable
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Chuck smiled as Fred slipped into the sims himself. Your funeral buddy he thought quietly. He'd already setup his own MS selection - he was in a Rechts, with his usual beam rifle. Fred told him the parameters of the sim were his to call. A thin smile crossed his face at that. "Train like you fight, right? Let's be about it in the Shoals off of Gryps... with luck we'll be hitting there soon enough" he chuckled, smiling conspiratorally at Fred. May as well show him something he grinned, thinking of the many ways someone familiar with Space could mess with a ground-pounder like Castle. His reverie, however, was interrupted by the announcement of Flight Quarters. "The hell... we didn't have any flights this morning" he muttered aloud, the comm still active. With that, he pulled up the cam feeds, and spotted the new model landing. Interesting... our little evaluation is a little early... he mused. With that, he grinned at Fred through the vid-link. "Looks like today's guest of honor is early, Fred. What do you say we go greet her? I'll have to hand you your ass later" he said, powering down the sim and climbing out. With that, he motioned towards the hatch. "Shall we?" Chuck slipped into the Ready Room without talking to anyone already there just as the new model slid into its berth. Chuck gave it a good look-over, appraising it... oddly thoroughly. Interesting... His eyes lingered over both of the insignia on the unit. There was a look of approval over the shield and stars insignia. There was a flash of what might've been contempt over the Zeon insignia, but that was only a maybe. Instead, he curled his lip and looked over at Eddy. "Thought all of our evaluations came from you, oh wise LeNoire" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. __________ A pilot in an AEUG normal suit crawled out of the Rick Dias - out of the head, which was odd, since most mobile suits had their cockpits in the well-armored torso. And her skinsuit was AEUG style only, on a further look - all the coloration was Zeonic. She had a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, and the mirrored visor took a long look at the pilot's observation room before she kicked off, pushing towards the nearest airlock after handing the maintenance gang a sheet of paper. A few minutes later, the Ready Room ob lounge would open, and that same lithe figure in a mirrored visor would float in. The helmet cocked to one side, and then was pulled off in one deft, practiced move. A long ponytail of blonde hair was the first thing most would notice, and a set of ice-blue eyes bored in to all the pilots who'd gathered to look. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" she asked, motioning towards her Rick Dias. "Latest and greatest from R&D. If anyone here's good enough, maybe you'll get to fly one some day" she offered, a thin, predatory smile on her face. ==TAG!== |
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| Blaze | Jun 24 2014, 06:12 AM Post #34 |
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Unlike Fred, Chuck assumed that the announcement was related to their evaluator rather than anything these idiots were up to, so he'd called quits to go take a look. Fred supposed that what Chuck said made sense, but he was a bit disappointed about her timing, but it was better than stopping in the middle of a round if nothing else. So he shut his down as well, no point staying since Chuck had already climbed out of his own. "Whatever you need to keep telling yourself pal. You should just consider yourself lucky I'm not a big bad Solomon vet." he said in response to Chuck's comment about who would be winning when they set another round up later. He then followed the other man to the ready room, and saw that several of the others were already there. He managed to see the final movements of the new model before it was locked in place, and looked it over. He wasn't thrilled that it reminded him of a Dom, and obviously had some Zeon basis. But it wasn't as Zeonic as he would have expected if he'd known it was based on a Dom. Though he noticed that it had a clearly Zeonic emblem on it, so even if the machine was only partly Zeon, that meant the pilot was actually one of them. He saw her get out of the cockpit, which was in the head rather than the torso, and if the emblem hadn't been proof enough, the colors of her pilot suit were from Zeon. So now on top of being trained with Zeeks, he was apparently getting his final evaluation from one too. Once she'd finished up in the hanger, their evaluator made her way to the Ready Room, and had floated in, still wearing her helmet with the faceplate sealed. Zeon or not, he looked her over after she'd removed her helmet, she was hot at least. She'd then made a comment about the new model being a beauty. He had to agree, though he wasn't thinking about the Mobile Suit, even though the machine wasn't as bad as he would have expected, he was basically biased towards GMs. "Oh yeah, she's definitely a beauty. How's the handling?" he asked, though he wasn't actually interested in finding out how the machine handled, but it beat saying something retarded which was obviously a terrible idea. He'd decided not to push his luck with the person there to determine if he passed, pissing her off would be a lousy idea, Edited by Blaze, Jun 24 2014, 06:15 AM.
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| VTyphoon | Jun 24 2014, 01:06 PM Post #35 |
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Have your enemies aim for the heavily armoured torso, while you sit tucked away in the head, interesting. Then again, if you get the sort of pragmatic devil that aims straight for the main camera... Mentally debating the pros and cons of the new unit's cockpit placement helped distract Roy from his discomfort, which only grew as the pilot revealed herself, clad in the standard Zeon colours. Without thinking, he snapped a salute as she entered the Ready Room. A mark of respect for the higher ranks, or an instinctive greeting for a fellow Zeon pilot... He hoped it wasn't the latter. Blonde hair, cold blue eyes, a combination to make any hot-blooded man swoon. However, with that predatory smile added in to the mix, it could only send a chill down Roy's spine. Appearances aren't everything. He mused, awkwardly abandoning his salute in order to scratch at his beard. |
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| Quoz | Jun 26 2014, 02:26 AM Post #36 |
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Two Years. It has been two years since Thirty Bunch and everything good in my life was taken from me. I swore that I would overcome anything that stood in the way of my vengeance. Today, that means you and whatever test you have for me. Bring your worst. Emir smiled as the new evaluator entered the ready room, but the rest of his face may as well have been dead. This woman and whatever test she presented the team with would determine when he could see action and fight the Titans. The fact that she vaguely reminded him of his dead wife did little for his mood. Emir met her cold eyes head on and raised his fist in the old Zeonic salute. "Welcome to the Geronimo, ma'am. Glad to have you aboard." |
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| ZGMF-X28A Nu-Liberty | Jun 26 2014, 07:08 AM Post #37 |
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As the two shook hands in silent agreement, Eddy looked into Emir’s eyes through his shades and could see a great fire burning behind them. He hadn’t forgotten listening to Emir’s story on the first day, about how he’d lost his family at the tragedy of 30 Bunch or how he’d sworn to avenge them. Nor had he forgotten what he’d said to Emir in response. “If you let me, I will help you take the first step towards avenging your loved ones. I’ll help you secure a proper focus for your vengeance.” Quietly spoken, they had been, but still fiery, passionate words from the heart. And so here they were, three weeks later. Emir’s fighting skill had improved to the point where he could scare the hell out of any Titan. Castle had adapted to fighting in zero-g without serious problems, though his attitude towards former Zekes still proved a minor issue. Theodore and Petrenko proved to be quick learners, though Roy did have some prior experience under his belt – his skills merely needed to be rehabilitated. All of them had proven to be great students (and better pilots) and ready to take the fight to the Titans. The only black sheep was Finley, between his constant drinking, insubordination and disrespect toward almost anyone and the supposed “potential” that had been lauded about had only appeared in glimpses. Today was the day for Finley to prove him wrong and Eddy wanted him to. He wanted to see this potential on display for all to see and observe. But most of all, he wanted to see Finley not act like an asshole and treat those around him with an ounce of respect. He wouldn’t get that, but if he got the potential, that would be satisfactory. Speaking of, Finley and Castle stepped through the door into the ready room, joining the assembled class for their final session. As usual, Finley came possessed of sarcasm and vinegar with Eddy retorting right back with a jokester’s smirk most had come to expect of him when something bad was about to happen. “Usually, that is what happens, Finley. But this time, things are gonna be a little different...just wait.” At that moment, their special guest floated in through the door, taking off her helmet in one swift movement and revealing herself to be a rather lovely young woman, almost as old as Eddy, but with an aura of danger about her. It was something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. But that was quickly drowned out by comments about her new machine, the Rick Dias. “If my intuition is on the ball, then I’d say everyone in this room should be good enough to fly a machine like the Rick Dias.” Eddy’s retort was polite, but indicative of his pride in the pilots he’d been entrusted with readying for the battles ahead, even Finley. Time to see if he steps up to the plate. Raising his arm in a respectful salute to their special guest, his jokester’s smile matching her predatory one, Eddy addressed the pilots in the room as he took a place alongside Hilda. “Everyone, this is Lieutenant Hilda Steiner, our special guest evaluator. She’s come from one of the AEUG’s major battle groups to see if anyone here is good enough for a slot aboard the group’s flagship.” Unfortunately, the doors then opened and broke the intended tension as a far more familiar face entered the room, the man Eddy often referred to as his “deputy”. He stood close to Castle’s height with platinum blond hair tied back into a small, neat ponytail, bright hazel eyes and a relaxed, though rigid look to his face. He wore a uniform relatively identical to that of Castle’s, though with the addition of a civvie blue jacket with black stripes and silver buttons to “give it more character” than a typical EFF garment. “Well, talk about stepping in at a bad time. Don’t let me interrupt, Eddy.” Sechs quickly shifted over towards Theodore and gave him a polite nod. Letting out a sigh at his deputy’s predisposition for stepping in at bad times, Eddy continued speaking to the assembled crowd. “Anyway, as I was saying...Lieutenant Steiner’s here to see which one of you is good enough for her battle group. So to make sure your final flight as trainees proves your worth, we’ve come out to one of the roughest pieces of real estate in the Earth Sphere, the Thunderbolt Sector. It’s very much like the Shoal Zone, except it has the added bonus of constant electrical discharges between the debris. Today, you get to show off your potential in a hazardous environment while using said environment to your advantage. Regardless of whoever gets chosen for Miss Steiner’s battle group, if you all perform as I know you can, you’ll all be boosted to full active and get formal assignments before the end of the day. Understood?” |
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| Kagezuchi | Jun 26 2014, 09:46 AM Post #38 |
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Marika nodded as Roy brought up the coloring issue, it indeed could use more purple, it did bring out some sense of royalty to it. The talk about frills however brought the girl back to some sense of where she was at and prompted a chuckle before waving the comment away. "Pfft who needs to worry about the beam gun that's for emergencies when you got a bazooka that says screw you!" The beam saber comment prompted some soul searching but she really couldn't argue against having it and shrugged. All the little details were interesting though, the cockpit placement being the most obvious once the pilot came out, she watched the olive colored pilot suit only briefly and Marika was quick to refocus on the Rick Dias. The young woman stared and glared trying to searched out for clues until the ready room lounge opened up prompting Marika to look back and flash a wide smile as the woman showed up. "The pilot is here!" One could imagine Marika suppressing a 'squee' as she hurried over towards the woman focusing in on her goals more then anything. Skidding to a stop infront of the woman Marika was completely unphased by the smile, or just too blinding by the mobile suit she just saw. "That mobile suit the Super Rick Dom thing, it's based on the Rick Dom right, or maybe the Rick Dom II? Oh wait did they adjust the acceleration from the original spec version or the mod?" Marika was busy snapping between looking at the Zeon woman and the Rick Dias itself. "Oh, oh! What about armaments, it's got a bazooka right?! Or maybe did they stick with a beam bazooka? I mean you would have to update the beam version but still!" Marika snapped around one last time to focus solely on the fellow blonde and having failed to hold back her enthusiasm she was bouncing in place as her energy demanded an outlet. "Can I see the cockpit? I mean...not just see that's no good c-can I sit in it and...have a peek?" |
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| Redshirt | Jun 26 2014, 08:02 PM Post #39 |
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Chuck rolled his eyes at Eddy's comment. So some damned bitch who's never seen any of us fly before gets to come and evaluate... well, just show how that you've got talent. At least she won't be biased like Eddy is... so I drink a little. I'm fine now he thought, rubbing his arm where he'd shot up with stims earlier. "Whatever, Eddy. Just bring it on" he said. Chuck looked over their new evaluator, and her comments towards earning a Rick Dias, with pursed lips. Yeah, right, cockpit in the head, away from the armor? What genius designed that... he wondered as the rest of the group chimed in. Petrenko in particular seemed to be gushing over it - the kid wasn't a Zeon, but was sheltered by them if I recall correctly... Instead, Chuck simply nodded at her. "How's she handle compared to a Rechts?" he asked, in an unusually professional question for the habitual drunkard. _____ Hilda smiled thinly as the entire Sixth bombarded her with questions. The first one to draw her attention was the young girl who was... squeeing at the sight of the Dias. "Her design was heavily influenced by the Dom, but with a whole new approach to things. Weapon systems are a pair of organic beam pistols, plus pilot's choice - including a custom projectile bazooka" she said, smiling at how effective the clay bazooka was. She turned back towards the one in Federal uniform, and the second in an AEUG one. "As far as handling, definitely one of the best out there" she smiled. Turning back to LeNoire and the scarred Arab next to him, she closed out. "Indeed, Lieutenant. As he said, I'm Hilda Steiner, from the Eighth Mobile Group, flying off the newly-commissioned Polaris" she said, dropping that little nugget. "Captain Langstrom sent me out here to find a few pilots crazy enough to fly for him, and with me" she said, her smile turning more predatory with that. "Of course, LeNoire seems to fit that bill, if he's bringing us to Thunderbolt for your final training run. This place brings back a few memories..." she closed, her smile turning nostalgic. |
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| Blaze | Jun 27 2014, 11:19 PM Post #40 |
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While several others decided to ask about the new unit, Marika was obviously the most enthusiastic about the new machine, she was doing little to prove Chuck wrong about calling her "kid". But for the most part, he didn't care about anything that the young girl had asked, she seemed to care more about it being based on Doms over finding out about the unit itself. Either way, she was way to excited considering it wasn't her machine. One thing he noticed was something LeNoire said compared to what this Hilda Steiner had said, it was probably just a mix up, but it made him wonder how many of them she was looking to bring along. "How many pilot slots are you looking to fill anyway?" he asked, wondering if they'd be competing with each other for this assignment. She had said that this area brought back memories, which meant she'd likely fought here during the war, but unless they were in Australia or Operation British, he didn't really care what Zeon vets had been up to in the war. But it probably meant that she'd be good at keeping an eye on how well they maneuver in this area. He knew how to maneuver his machine, but had never done so in such a debris heavy area, he didn't want to be the one guy who wrecked his unit, he figured that was probably an automatic fail. But he didn't even know what they'd be doing, he assumed that it would be a simulated combat run against each other or something. If nothing else, there was plenty of cover, even beam rifles couldn't fully penetrate the parts of a colony, and he doubted they'd be using "live fire" on each other anyway. |
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