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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 18 2014, 03:32 AM (1,186 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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| VTyphoon | Jul 2 2014, 11:59 AM Post #51 |
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Roy, having likewise given his unit a last minute once over, sat in wait, resting against its cockpit hatch. Now clad in his own pilot suit, coloured a dark grey with black accents, he idly stroked his beard with a free hand, the other cradling his helmet in the crook of his right arm. Looking out over the rest of the hangar, he spotted Chuck, who seemed far more sober and contemplative than his regular self. While some might have considered it a pleasant change, it left Roy concerned, as he was oddly fond of the man's typically brash persona. Kicking off from his Rechts, Roy floated towards his fellow ensign, taking the time to secure his helmet in place as he traveled. 'Good luck out there man, I know you'll give them hell!' He exclaimed, coming to a stop at Finley's side. He'd have added a slap to the back to compliment his words of encouragement, but he never saw Chuck as the sort to care for such a gesture. 'I've seen your handiwork in the sims, you're not a guy I'd like to encounter alone out in space...' Alone was the operative term, they didn't exactly share combat philosophies, especially when it came to teamwork, though that didn't make his praise any less genuine. 'You're a holy terror, those Titans won't know what hit them.' |
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| Blaze | Jul 2 2014, 11:02 PM Post #52 |
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As someone with a combat post, Fred knew to appreciate having time to relax, he was in the habit of making sure his machine was ready well before he needed it, and waiting for hours until the commanders got their hair just how they wanted it. It didn't seem like that was the case here, as they weren't expected to wait for hours in the cockpit, it was a waste of oxygen for one thing. But even so, he knew his GM was ready to go wasn't about to chill in the thing if he didn't need to. Sure he was ready to jump in it like everyone else, being in his normal suit, besides the helmet which was in his hand, but he'd be uncomfortable, and it just didn't make much sense as he wasn't supposed to be the first out anyway. So he made his way to the Ready Room, which seemed like an oxymoron to him, if you were in there, most people relax and by definition weren't ready, but there were drinks and some food so it beat wasting time in the GM. When he got there, he saw Steiner and LeNoire were already there. He didn't see anyone else from Cobalt besides himself though, not that it mattered, Sonnenberg was the only one of them he was currently interested in talking to. He'd walked in just as LeNoire got to his last sentence, which was the only part of the conversation he'd heard. The "vote of confidence" from LeNoire asking if they were ready wasn't thrilling to hear, if at this point they weren't ready, someone may as well just shoot them all now. But he didn't say anything, simply nodding to them in acknowledgment of their presence before walking over to the vending machines. He kept things simple and just got himself an energy drink and a energy bar. He sat down, and started on his drink, saving the bar for after the battle started. He then looked at the two Lieutenants, "I've been wondering, Lieutenants, after this operation, are we jumping right back to being evaluated or is surviving this enough?" he asked both of them, though he assumed Steiner would know the answer to that better than LeNoire since it was her job. Edited by Blaze, Jul 2 2014, 11:03 PM.
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| Kagezuchi | Jul 3 2014, 04:44 AM Post #53 |
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Marika felt exhausted after the constant drilling that they'd been put through and was still trying to get over the constant sims. She was naturally wandering around trying to avoid too much sitting and had been trying to get as close as possible to the Rick Dias, but was warded off enough to find some other amusement for a bit. After pilfering a water bottle Marika was back on her way to the hanger for another try at the Rick Dias. With one last sip she stowed the bottle away and made her way into the hanger and glanced around to see where people were. Chuck was there, being anti-social like normal but that just meant he wouldn't try to stop her. Well he was being anti-social with Roy now bugging him which was a bit of a surprise. Never the less both of her colleagues were busy socializing with Marika trying to hug the wall or sneak behind containers on her way to the Rick Dias. |
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| Redshirt | Jul 3 2014, 07:01 PM Post #54 |
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Ensign Expendable
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A resigned sigh escaped Hilda as Eddy went over the concept of 'live fire training.' "I've seen it before, LeNoire. The results are... rough on the trainees" she replied, her mind going back about eight years. Saw enough of that right here, at Solomon. Raw recruits thrown at the Feddies with the hopes that their Rick Doms and Gelgoogs would give enough of a technical edge to overcome the fact that the Feddy pilots were mostly surviving fighter pilots... she thought quietly. "Not something I really wanted to see again. Fortunately, this is supposed to be a soft target" she said, emphasizing Intel's alleged assurance at the lack of escort. "Of course, I have a hunch you saw enough Intel ball drops in your time. Special Ops, right?" she said, motioning towards the patch on Eddy's jacket. On that, Castle walked in, clearly worrying about something. A thin smile crossed her face as he asked if this would be it for them. "We'll see on that, Castle. If this is what Intel says, this'll be a pure milk run. You guys really ought to have a combat trial instead of just taking a single unarmed transport" she said. That thin smile grew again. "Of course, if Intel is wrong on this one... then we'll see" she said, hoping that the vet would pick up on the clue. ==Tag Eddy, Fred== ______ Chuck's reverie was interrupted by Roy, who moved in to tell him that he was going to wreck all of them. Still with his back turned, he rolled his eyes. Right, holy terror. We're taking an allegedly-unarmed transport. We have a full mobile suit team; allegedly they have none. Big Damned Heroes, us, for that he thought, shaking his head. Of course, if the Titans are dumb enough to actually have a transport without an escort, their loss and our gain. Not that I'm betting on that... he figured. He then turned towards Roy. "Right, they won't know what hit them. We're a militia using secondhand equipment, they're the best in the Federation. I'm sure they'll piss their pants in terror and run from this 'elite' team of pilots. Thank GOD we're just picking on an unarmed transport... " he said, a degree of venom almost never heard from him leaking through his to tone. This team isn't ready for a real firefight jogged through his head, very quietly. ==Tag Roy== |
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| VTyphoon | Jul 3 2014, 08:21 PM Post #55 |
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Good going there, Theodore. Roy thought, suddenly feeling a lot more frightened of Chuck than their imminent trial by fire. He was right of course, they were just a ragtag group of pilots about to graduate into the minor leagues, hardly the stuff of legend. More Rocking Horse than Trojan Horse... 'Sorry. Here I am talking like you're the high school quarterback before the big game or something.' Sighing profusely, Roy removed his helmet, turning it about in his hands before staring at it thoughtfully for a moment. Heck, this was the first time he'd be going out there with any real idea what he was doing, apart from simply trying not to die. 'Good luck out there all the same, I'll leave you to it.' Putting it back in place, he snapped Chuck a quick salute, before returning to his Rechts. 'Oh boy...' Retreating to the safety of the cockpit, he exhaled deeply as he sunk into the seat. 'Remind me never to do that again.' Edited by VTyphoon, Jul 3 2014, 10:09 PM.
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| ZGMF-X28A Nu-Liberty | Jul 3 2014, 10:06 PM Post #56 |
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Eddy’s face softened considerably when it became clear that for Hilda, the concept of being tossed into the fires with little more than the most basic of skills was all too familiar. One of the things that disgusted him about Zeon’s late war practices was resorting to youth conscription and throwing them into the field with advanced mobile suits and nothing more than basic training. It had only added to the insanity of the final battles at Solomon and A Baoa Qu. How many of them cried out for their mothers before getting vaped? Then Hilda gestured to the unit patch on his upper right arm, a circular patch with the words "EARTH FEDERATION FORCES – SPECIAL OPERATIONS – 11TH AUTONOMOUS CORPS" taking up the outline. On the inside, there was a twisted-looking skull with a smile that would send chills up one’s spine surrounded by fiery blue flame and flanked by a pair of brooms with blade like brushes. Eddy smiled for a moment before nodding in acknowledgement. "We weren’t activated until the shit hit the fan at Jaburo, but we saw our fair share. And yeah, we had Intel drop the ball once or twice..." Castle then stepped in, asking whether or not they’d be approved for active duty once this op was completed. After Hilda gave her answer, Eddy couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. Personally, he didn’t think this would be so simple. But after this op was over, he’d see who had proved their worth and who didn’t. Those that did would get their pass, he’d make sure of it. For now, Eddy remained silent, if only to get Castle riled up. He was cruel like that. |
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| Quoz | Jul 4 2014, 02:47 PM Post #57 |
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When Emir entered the hanger, he earned a solid double take from the mechanic team tuning his suit. His usually unkempt and ragged hair and beard had been tied into tight, precise braids. The haunted look that always hid at the back of his eyes had been replaced with a purposeful stare, and his upright posture made him seem taller. Damn, he thought to himself as he climbed into the cockpit to triple check his settings I had forgotten what a full nights sleep felt like. He had spent most of the previous evening in his own form of meditation, setting the combat simulator to replay A Baoa Qu with his old Zaku. He had died in every way possible, until he became one with death. For what felt like the first time in years, the voices of the dead had let him rest in peace. In the cockpit he saw that his pit crew had once again put the safety overrides in place. He leaned out to glare at them "Damnit Jenkins, how many times do I have to tell you not to touch my life support?" he opened the panel and entered his override code, then began entering his favored atmospheric parameters. Cabin pressure 10% over earth normal, humidity down to the minimum, temperature down to 10C - the cold kept him sharp and sweat from running into his eyes. He double checked his bio-monitor was correctly rigged to the oxygen output - the higher his heart rate, the more oxygen to pump into his blood. The rest of his diagnostics came back green. He synced in an updated playlist into the speakers on his com system and rigged the shuffle to change soundtracks based on his vital signs. Everything back in order, he glided back out into the hangar "Hey, Jenkins. Since your crew has enough time on their hands to be wiping my presets, I've got a job for you." He handed his pit boss a printout, a detailed picture of the Thirty Bunch colony surrounded in Arabic script. It was unlikely that anyone else on the ship could translate the words - 'The dead do not forget / The living will not forgive' "I want this stenciled on my shield - as big as will fit." His checks complete, he drifted out to look for the rest of his team. He saw Roy was already irritating Chuck - While Emir was impressed with the man's rapid turnaround, he did not feel like wasting his unusually good mood dealing with the disgruntled alcoholic. He was about to head for the ready room when he spotted a flash of blonde ponytail behind some crates. Well, this should be as entertaining as anything else on the ship, he thought with a grin. He kicked off and glided over to the pit boss working on Hilda's suit. "How's it going, Jim? Any trouble working on the new model?" he paused politely to listen to his response. Over the man's shoulder, he made eye contact with Marika and gave her the slightest of nods as he continued to draw the mechanic's attention. Let's see how long I can get this guy talking. "Any of the upgrades look like they're compatible with our current load outs?" |
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| Blaze | Jul 4 2014, 03:20 PM Post #58 |
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Zeon or not, she spoke like a vet, so he couldn't grudge Steiner on that one. "Intel wrong? Now that just doesn't sound possible. They just can't go around giving us grunts every little detail, we'd blow our little minds. Obviously if there are enemy units, we just don't need to know about it yet. Not like they could be fishing to see who's dumb enough to take the bait or anything." he said with obvious sarcasm. In Australia he'd had a few intel fails here and there. There was a reason you were trained to be alert and expect the unexpected. Even if it was just supposed to be an unarmed transport, it was still a mission and they could use the supplies. He would freely admit he was excited about it, but he wasn't going to be caught off guard just because the intel said there was nothing there. This operation was obviously tossed together in a hurry, so it could just be as simple as someone missing one thing about what could be there. He did have to agree about a combat trial though, sure they'd been in the sims and they'd had mock battles, but they never really trained in a stressful situation like what combat would be. This wasn't like basic training, they were shown tactics, shown how to pilot the machines, and how to work with each other, but in a two month time frame, it wasn't like they could cover much else. Granted, his intial MS training wasn't much longer but he'd been in combat and had gone through basic, so he really only needed to learn how to operate the thing anyway, this seemed built up for vets rather than taking in everyone. LeNoire didn't answer, which Fred took as being correct in assuming that Steiner had more of an answer to that, the other man had chuckled a little, but he didn't seem to be saying anything. Steiner seemed to feel that there would be something there. Anyone with experience knew that it was better to assume you'd find the enemy than assume not. But it seemed that until they saw what was actually going on, there wasn't going to be a definitive answer. "I guess that's about as good an answer as I can expect till we actually see it. Hopefully no one gets an itchy finger and blasts the thing right away just cause it's a Titan transport." he didn't really expect anyone to do that, but this was an actual operation, versus the training they'd been limited to, it was a combat action even if there weren't any MS, there was no telling what the excitement would make someone do. |
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