- JT Jag
- Aug 30, 2009
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#1 Jaguars Sunk Cost Fallacy-Haver
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For what it's worth, when I started this out, I was leaning in sort of a "hot blooded with a strong sense of justice" direction. But the thread decided we like blood, so I'm waffling between "tightly controlled sociopath" and "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!". I'm leaning more "sociopath" than "ork," but hey, we'll see how things go!
That's why I don't think our character is a fan of sneak attacks and such though. We're not just in it for the kills, we're in it for the goodfites.
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- MechaCrash
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I guess it's up to the voting if killing people is a goal or byproduct, then!
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Oct 9, 2014 02:54
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- Derek Barona
- Dec 8, 2009
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WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?!
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Take them out. "None who lay eyes on a Gundam prototype Armature shall live to tell about it."
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Oct 9, 2014 04:46
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- Hattie Masters
- Aug 29, 2012
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COMICS CRIMINAL
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Grimey Drawer
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Quite frankly, we're not gonna rest until we have murdered everyone we can who isn't wearing the right shirt. War, y'know? posted:You bring up the barrel of your light autocannon. In response, the enemy machines open fire, sending wild streams of tracer and shell all around you but not hitting you even once. You aim for the lead machine and squeeze the trigger.
The Imperial is too distracted or too panicked to evade. Your fire hits the enemy mecha dead center. Secondary explosions blossom like buds on a rosebush as the stricken combat armature is immolated in a pale burst of flame.
The other machine stops and freezes. You draw your plasma cutter and close in for the kill. The remaining Imperial barely puts up a fight. You evade his parry with contemptuous ease and sink your blade into the enemy machine's cockpit module, killing pilot and machine both.
Your comms blink to life as you withdraw your blade. "Longinus-Lead!" Captain Baelyn's face appears on screen. She does not look pleased. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I was attacked by enemy units and-"
"That was not your objective!" Baelyn snarls. "Your objective is currently flying on autopilot through a combat zone, unprotected. Get back into position!"
You bite back a fiery (and insubordinate) reply, and turn your Uxbridge back towards the prototype.
"Hangar B is prepped to receive the package. Try not to get sidetracked again. Caliburn, out." WHAT'S IN THE BOOOOOOOOOX posted:You are getting close to the Caliburn now. It would only take a few more minutes to get the prototype machine to the carrier's hangar bay, but as you approach safety, you also fly closer and closer to the battle itself.
At this distance, you can make out the shapes and forms of individual mecha. You watch as an allied lance of Grenzers streak across the sky ahead of you and fire their particle rifles into the side of a retreating Imperial light cruiser. Needles of pale-blue light pierce through the enemy warship, and it soon falls behind the retreating Imperial formation, plasma and atmosphere bleeding from its drive pods.
Your eyes are pulled from the sight by a call from the surface.
"Boss?" Asadi's face appears on screen. "I didn't want to bother you with this, but Longinus-Four insisted."
"We found something, boss," Longinus-Four says, her face appearing in a new window on your display. "It's a container marked top secret. It's sealed tight and none of us has the clearance to open it. I'd wager pretty safe odds that somebody considered this thing important. Whatever it is, it weighs something like five hundred metric tons: we'll need two of us to lift it."
Asadi shakes his head. "I don't want to waste our time dealing with this, not when we could still be hunting for enemy stragglers."
Longinus-Four purses her lips. "Our fight with the Imperials did a lot of damage to the complex. The place is falling apart. We might not have a chance to retrieve it later."
Ensign Asadi sighs. "Your call, boss."
"The contents of that box might be critical. Get it somewhere safe immediately."
"Hunting down the enemy takes priority. Leave the box."
Stats posted:
Personal Status
Piloting: 4+1
Perception: 2
Willpower: 2
Presence: 1
Warrior: 96%/Diplomat: 4%
Deliberation:18%/Passion: 82%
Confirmed Kills: 75
Reputation: 48
Combat Armature Status
Type: CA-82 "Uxbridge"
Speed: 3
Armour: 1
Modification: Upgraded Thrusters
Weapon 1: Plasma cutter
Weapon 2: Light autocannon
Lance Status:
Longinus-Two: ACTIVE
Longinus-Three: ACTIVE
Longinus-Four: ACTIVE
Longinus-Five ACTIVE
Longinus-Six: ACTIVE
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Oct 9, 2014 14:38
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- Derek Barona
- Dec 8, 2009
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WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?!
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What's in the box? Who cares, it's valuable. Grab it.
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Oct 9, 2014 15:10
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- blakyoshi
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Locked boxes always contain good stuff. This box probably has something to do with the prototype.
Obtain the box at any cost.
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Oct 9, 2014 15:23
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- warhammer651
- Jul 21, 2012
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is that a MYSTERY BOX?
I think that's a MYSTERY BOX.
Disregard enemies, Acquire mystery box
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Oct 9, 2014 15:58
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- Hattie Masters
- Aug 29, 2012
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COMICS CRIMINAL
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Grimey Drawer
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The only thing we like more than murder is MYSTERY BOXES! posted:Asadi jumps forward in his seat. "Boss!"
You shake your head at Asadi's protests. "No, I want this box to take priority."
From the other window, Longinus-Four nods. "Got it, boss. We'll move this thing to the surface and prep it for retrieval. Longinus-Four, out."
Your wingman gives you a dirty look before signing off. "Longinus-Two, out." We are just super jealous that we didn't get a chance to murder a battleship again posted:In the distance, the crippled Imperial vessel lashes out furiously with its point-defense guns, dappling the darkness around it with bursting shells, but the attacking machines come in for another pass, picking off gun after gun with precisely aimed shots. One by one, the defiant turrets of the wounded warship fall silent.
As the cruiser's last guns fall silent, Caliburn and her escorts fling a vast salvo of missiles at the now-defenseless enemy vessel. The attacking mecha back away as each one of the warheads hits home in a self-annihilating flash of antimatter. Explosions ripple across the stricken vessel's hull as bodies and fragments of metal are blown free, shimmering in the light of death and the Vedrian suns.
Section by section, the ship's plating begins to fold and buckle as the ship's variable-mass fields begin to fail. Entire portions of the hull crumple like sheets of paper crushed by a gigantic, invisible hand.
Finally, a bright light emanates from the deepest recesses of the disintegrating vessel as it suffers a catastrophic reactor containment failure, consuming every part of it in a single, violent flash of unleashed exotic matter.
Half a million metric tons of metal, ceramic, and plastic, six hundred lives, snuffed out in the space of eight seconds. HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER posted:
Their target destroyed, the attacking mecha back away from the slowly spreading field of wreckage. One by one, they return to their formation to seek out another target.
At least, until one of them explodes.
More out of morbid curiosity than anything else, you magnify your main display, centering on the allied force as they quickly assume a defensive formation.
It doesn't help them.
Their attacker—and there is only one—is too fast for them to catch. Lances of pale-blue fire pierce the dark heavens, but the Imperial mecha among them evades them all with a speed and grace that even your veteran skills would be hard-pressed to match. The enemy machine moves so swiftly that it barely appears as a blur of fire and metal on your display, twirling through your distant allies, monosaber shimmering in the sunlight. WOOP WOOP NEW PERSON TO FIGHT posted:One by one, the CoDEC machines are cut apart. Soon, all six are nothing more than burnt-out hulks or rapidly expanding clouds of debris. For a moment, you see the mysterious Imperial attacker, lit by the explosion of its last opponent: at first glance, it seems like a modified M403 Vallier, a quick and versatile, but aging model of Imperial mecha. It should have been no match for one Grenzer, let alone six. In fact, you can see very little that would distinguish it from a normal Imperial machine, save for its striking blue and silver paint scheme.
Blue and silver…
You break out in a cold sweat and begin to hear yourself breathe hard as you recognize the Imperial machine's distinctive colors.
They are the custom paint job of the highest-scoring ace in the Imperial military: Commandant Camille Hawkins.
The Blue Masque. Oh yeah, old fashioned mecha duel. This is so anime I love it posted:The Imperial ace's machine turns around with the grace of a ballet dancer. With a burst of flame from its verniers, it begins moving again…
…towards you.
You barely even have time to prepare yourself. The Imperial machine approaches with blinding speed. Your chances of evading, or otherwise outrunning the rapidly closing Imperial mecha, are slim.
A comm window blinks open on your main display. You find yourself face-to-face with a pale-faced woman in an Imperial officer's pilot suit, perhaps in her late twenties. Her regal features give her a sharp, noble beauty, despite the playful smirk on her lips. A sky-blue mask, fashioned to look like a knight's visor, covers everything from her eyes to her brow, framed by a shoulder-length cascade of feathered, golden-blonde hair.
"Good day, pilot," her voice is a measured, almost poetic contralto, like a warrior queen from an old drama. "I'm sure you know who I am."
"What do you want?" You reply, almost involuntarily.
"Want?" You imagine a golden eyebrow rising in question behind the inscrutable face of that archaic mask. "I suppose I shall want that white machine you are escorting, but ultimately, 'tis nothing more than a prize to be won."
Hawkins's machine comes to a gentle stop, just outside of your weapon's range. "For such a prize, I would request that you do me the honor of fighting for it in single combat!"
Well that was unexpected. Guys, I will legitimately hate you all if you choose the wrong option here, and we all know what that is. posted:Your options flash through your mind as the Imperial ace awaits your response. Your tactical display shows only a few friendlies nearby, and all of them seem either engaged or clearing the area. It seems that none of them want to be the Blue Masque's next victim. With the ships of the fleet wholly focused on matching missile broadsides with their Imperial counterparts, they won't be able to come to your aid, either.
It looks like you're going to have to face the famed Imperial ace alone, unless….
Your allies in orbit may have no reason to throw themselves in the Blue Masque's way but if you ordered your own lance up from the surface, they'd be duty-bound to help you.
Your unit should be able to split up to aid you and recover the box they found at the same time. It would take them some time to reach you, but if you were able to hold off the Imperial ace for long enough, you would outnumber your solitary opponent.
Then again, Hawkins's insistence on challenging you to single combat might mean that she won't attack you if you were to refuse the challenge. It's a risky choice but if it means avoiding a fight with the Imperial ace, it might be worth a try.
Lastly, you could always accept the challenge. Hawkins's Vallier Custom gives her an advantage that you can't match, and her formidable reputation as a pilot must certainly be considered, but if you were lucky enough, or good enough to actually beat the Empire's top pilot one-on-one….
The Imperial machine before you points the blade of its monosaber directly at you. "Your time is up, pilot. I have challenged you, madam; how shall you answer?"
Accept the challenge!
Accept the challenge but call up my allies to assist me.
Refuse the challenge!
Stats posted:
Personal Status
Piloting: 4+1
Perception: 2
Willpower: 2
Presence: 1
Warrior: 96%/Diplomat: 4%
Deliberation:20%/Passion: 80%
Confirmed Kills: 75
Reputation: 48
Combat Armature Status
Type: CA-82 "Uxbridge"
Speed: 3
Armour: 1
Modification: Upgraded Thrusters
Weapon 1: Plasma cutter
Weapon 2: Light autocannon
Lance Status:
Longinus-Two: ACTIVE
Longinus-Three: ACTIVE
Longinus-Four: ACTIVE
Longinus-Five ACTIVE
Longinus-Six: ACTIVE
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Oct 9, 2014 16:13
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- Derek Barona
- Dec 8, 2009
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WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?!
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What's that, Not-Char? You want to fight me in single combat?
You just made my loving day. Let's do this.
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Oct 9, 2014 16:18
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- Dooky Dingo
- Feb 17, 2011
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Gym badge day is a VERY dangerous day!
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When we finish, we shall have her suit melted down into a throne for us and we will drink wine out of her plasma scarred skull.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SCRAP FOR THE SCRAP THRONE!
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Oct 9, 2014 16:37
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- Talmonis
- Jun 24, 2012
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The fairy of forgiveness has removed your red text.
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Accept her challenge....and then cheat like a dog. Victory at all costs.
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Oct 9, 2014 16:45
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- Hattie Masters
- Aug 29, 2012
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COMICS CRIMINAL
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Grimey Drawer
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The Only Acceptable Option posted:You only need a moment to make your decision. "I accept your challenge!"
Commandant Hawkins's smirk grows into a full grin. You can see her eyes narrow behind her mask. "Then I salute you, pilot. You are courageous in choosing to face me. Now let us see if your lion's heart is matched by a lion's ferocity! Defend yourself!" How are we going to kill our counterpart? posted:With that, the Imperial mecha rushes forward, its monosaber ready to strike. Moving faster than you had even thought possible, Hawkins is upon you.
This time, you are prepared for the enemy's blinding speed. As the enemy approaches once more, you quickly ask yourself how you want this duel to be fought:
While you could certainly meet Hawkins's machine in close combat, the Imperial's swift machine gives her a definite advantage. You would need to either find a way to make up for the inferior speed of your machine or hope that you are able to "read" your opponent's fighting style to counter her attacks before they even happen.
Alternatively, you could choose to fight at range, taking advantage of your opponent's lack of any sort of gun. You would need exceptional aim to hit a target as fast as Hawkins's machine from a distance, and nerves of steel to keep firing aimed shots should she try to get close. Ultimately, you'd still need a powerful ranged weapon to punch through your opponent's armor at a distance. Although your autocannon is certainly a versatile weapon, you seriously doubt its ability to get the job done in this case.
Hawkins's Vallier Custom continues to close on you. If you are going to make a decision, it has to be now.
Meet Hawkins's mecha in close combat.
Keep Hawkins's mecha at a distance.
Okay, a little chat with my audience: I have been looking forward to this ever since there was talk of us being Lady Char, because... Well, look at it: we're basically fighting ourselves here.
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Oct 9, 2014 16:48
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- Sindai
- Jan 24, 2007
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i want to achieve immortality through not dying
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I wonder if Camille gets really mad if you mistake her for a man.
Anyway, we're really only good at one thing, and sticking with it has worked out so far. Melee.
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Oct 9, 2014 16:54
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- Talmonis
- Jun 24, 2012
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The fairy of forgiveness has removed your red text.
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Up close and personal, with no room for shiny toy cannons.
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Oct 9, 2014 16:54
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- Z the IVth
- Jan 28, 2009
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The trouble with your "expendable machines"
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Fun Shoe
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Like two cats in a gunny sack.
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Oct 9, 2014 17:14
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- Hattie Masters
- Aug 29, 2012
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COMICS CRIMINAL
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Grimey Drawer
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Knife Fight in a Space-Phonebooth posted:When Hawkins charges in to strike, you are ready for her. As the Imperial machine's monosaber sweeps forward, your Uxbridge's hand lashes out, catching the other machine's arm before it can strike home with its deadly monomolecular blade. For a few moments, the two of you are trapped in a fruitless grapple, each trying to overpower the other with sheer force of servo motors and vernier thrusters.
Suddenly, Hawkins breaks free with an almighty heave, her machine falling into a fencer's stance, liquid-metal blade positioned before it. "Tell me, pilot," she says, through the still-open comm channel, her eyes intent behind her mask, "why do you fight?"
The question takes you by surprise. You think back to that day, an eternity ago, when you signed up to fight against Old Earth. You had a cause then, a burning in your soul which drove you into battle.
Does it drive you still?
Yes. I still fight for the same reasons.
No, I have changed since then. I fight for a new reason now.
"Just shut up and fight me!"
Short one this time. No new stats.
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Oct 9, 2014 18:16
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- Talmonis
- Jun 24, 2012
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The fairy of forgiveness has removed your red text.
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"I fight to watch you bleed."
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Oct 9, 2014 18:18
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- Lord Cyrahzax
- Oct 11, 2012
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Blood and skulls and souls and blood blood BLOOD!
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Oct 9, 2014 18:22
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- warhammer651
- Jul 21, 2012
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Same reason
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Oct 9, 2014 18:24
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- JT Jag
- Aug 30, 2009
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#1 Jaguars Sunk Cost Fallacy-Haver
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I dunno, press the different reason button to see what options you get.
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Oct 9, 2014 18:25
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- Derek Barona
- Dec 8, 2009
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WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?!
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It probably just gives us a chance to adjust our bloodknightiness a little bit if we're so inclined.
But we're not, so our original murderous rage drives us still!
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Oct 9, 2014 18:28
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- Hattie Masters
- Aug 29, 2012
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COMICS CRIMINAL
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Grimey Drawer
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QUIT YOUR INCESSANT PRATTLING AND DIE LIKE THE MAGGOT YOU ARE! posted:The Imperial replies with the slightest hint of a smirk. "Not one for talking? Very well then."
Hawkins rushes for you again, her blade poised to strike. "Let our weapons do the talking for us!" So, how we taking this sucker down? posted:You examine your options as the Imperial mecha lunges forward. In any other situation, the obvious choice would be to be aggressive, counter-attacking and forcing your opponent onto the defensive. But with a pilot as skilled as Hawkins, you're not sure if that would prove to be the best thing to do.
Of course, settling for a more defensive posture would prevent you from doing any damage to the enemy, but it would also mean that you could probably have a better chance at avoiding damage to your own machine, provided you kept calm.
It also occurs to you that you could use Hawkins's verbosity against her. If your opponent is too busy monologuing to put all of her focus into the fight, it would be a lot easier to fend off her attacks.
Lastly, if you are fast enough—or lucky enough—you might even be able to withdraw from close combat, putting yourself out of the reach of the enemy ace's monosaber.
Fight aggressively to cripple or destroy Hawkins's machine.
Keep calm and fight defensively.
Keep Hawkins talking to prevent her from focusing on the fight.
Attempt to withdraw to keep out of reach.
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Oct 9, 2014 18:31
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- warhammer651
- Jul 21, 2012
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Aggressively
Don't games normally wait till the end to have a mirror match?
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Oct 9, 2014 18:35
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- JT Jag
- Aug 30, 2009
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#1 Jaguars Sunk Cost Fallacy-Haver
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Aggressively
Don't games normally wait till the end to have a mirror match?
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Oct 9, 2014 18:37
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- Derek Barona
- Dec 8, 2009
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WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?!
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Take the bitch down!
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Oct 9, 2014 19:26
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- Hattie Masters
- Aug 29, 2012
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COMICS CRIMINAL
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Grimey Drawer
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I'm not showing the voting options because they are LITERALLY the exact same ones. posted:
You lunge forward to meet the Imperial pilot's attack.
The blade of your plasma cutter and Hawkins's monosaber meet with an intense flash of light as the magnetic containment fields of your two weapons push against each other. Almost in unison, the two of you heave off of each other, sending your 60-metric ton machines flying apart, only to close again in a burst of thrusters.
This time, as you close, the Imperial lashes out low and fast with her monomolecular blade. Just in time, you manage to duck out of the way. Before the enemy ace can recover, you take advantage of the sudden opening. You drive your Uxbridge to the side with a blaze of thrusters and rush in to strike at the Vallier Custom's exposed back.
Hawkins spots your attack and tries to parry but it is too late. Your blade cuts deep into the enemy machine. One of the Imperial's thruster pods flies loose, its metal burning white-hot where your blade severed it. Your opponent quickly recovers and pulls back with only half of her thrusters still operational, blade in a defensive stance, ready for another exchange of blows.
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Oct 9, 2014 19:44
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- JT Jag
- Aug 30, 2009
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#1 Jaguars Sunk Cost Fallacy-Haver
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First blood goes to us! Keep pressing!
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Oct 9, 2014 19:46
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Oct 9, 2014 01:48
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: I ACCEPT!
