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Hidden Base Near Neo Jerusalem, MHC Remember to click post titles for theme music! It’s been 6 hours since the last of you arrived and unpacked. The only thing you’ve found common ground on since then is that none of you want to be here, but all of you are here nonetheless. It’s an awkward group that assembles for dinner and a movie, of sorts; your official briefing arrived on the server and was forwarded to the main screen in the operations room five minutes ago, interrupting your separate and varied attempts at obtaining or making something to eat. The screen flickers and the briefing begins.  A voice speaks. It’s not one that any of you recognize, but it speaks with the gravity of someone who has seen much and fears what he sees.  “Pilots, I’m not going to pull my punches. You’ve been given a rough job, and not the one many of you would have wanted, but one that has to be done." The silhouette on screen gestures, and the screen changes to a picture of gibberish letters, which resolve into a series of translations for all present. “The enemy has stated their intent for our surrender. What we have translated since then points to a systemic campaign of demoralization and destruction if we refuse- and refuse we will, make no mistake. Their first target-“ Another picture shift. “Neo Jerusalem. Home of not one but 3 world religions. Can you imagine the chaos that will spread if it is destroyed, or even damaged? People will start to believe it actually is the apocalypse.” The man’s silhouette returns. It gestures, expansively. “We are in the business of preventing the apocalypse, ladies and gentlemen. Your task is to make sure the enemy never enters Neo Jerusalem, never as much sees the city on their horizon. Destroy them, pilots. Demonstrate why they should have never have come to Earth.” The briefing switches off. You look at each other. Maybe it’s time to make proper introductions now. Introduce yourselves to each other! Put your sheets in your first posts, and also name ONE COOL THING ABOUT THE BASE each. These can be anything from slick tech to help in battle to a nice, relaxing hot tub. K Prime fucked around with this message at 07:13 on Nov 11, 2013 |
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Levi Atkinson "Well, land sakes." Levi watches the briefing screen flip off and switch back to a nice relaxing feed of an aquarium complete with smooth jazz. "Guess we gotta make ourselves extra comfy down here, huh?" He lays down a tray of club sandwiches on the table, one for each of the fine folks in this room. Didn't take that long to scrounge that up with how well-stocked the pantry was. "Help yourselves, folks." Levi grabs one of his own sandwiches and just chows down straight away. "Man, did y'all saw the fancy bar they got down here? Velvet floors and old style vintage class. Plus I'm pretty sure they drat near have every sort of drink an' spirit you can name in all seven blocs." Good for morale, probably. If this is the apocalypse, they better enjoy the smaller things while they can. "My name's Levi, by the way. Levi Atkinson of Texas Tech. Pleasure to meet y'all." quote:
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Teresa Mai Kurita-Steiner Teresa, who is leaned back in a very comfortable chair with her legs crossed, flicks a glance over at Levi, and at the sandwich the Texan has provided. Her fingers play across a glowing AR interface floating in front of her too rapidly to follow - though anyone leaning over her should would recognize that it belongs not to an operations system but a high end online clothing store. She leans over, and picks at the club sandwich disinterestedly. "Yes, I saw the bar - and I see what you chose out of that impressive selection." She leaves the sandwich be. "Actually, I must admit all of the appointments at this installation are quite satisfactory. Whoever built it had taste. I had been expecting yet more drab, functional, boring military equipment, not this. Not that they skimped on functionality either." She looks around the well appointed briefing room, which could easily double as a formal dining room for a chateau. A real oak table that even one of their mecha might have trouble shifting, extremely comfortable self-adjusting smart furniture - all quite expensive but a cost dwarfed by state-of-the-art, bleeding edge computer and simulation systems built into everything, though tastefully hidden . Teresa suspected you could run a space program from here, or even a stock exchange, in the sort of refined comfort that would make a luxury resort green with envy. The expert systems weren't up to the Daemon's level, of course, but were as good as purely human technology could currently achieve. "And the view certainly is impressive," she adds as the windows, which had darkened automatically when the briefing screen came on, returned to transparency and the artificial lighting dimmed in a nearly seamless transition. From this height, they could see quite a distance - she could just make out the taller buildings in Neo Jerusalem, in fact. "I wonder if there's a spa?" she muses idly, carefully picking up part of the sandwich, making sure not to get anything on her clothes. "If we're doing the introductions, then... I am Teresa Mai Kurita-Steiner. I suppose we'll be working together from now on." Character Sheet posted:Teresa Mai Kurita-Steiner Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 04:24 on Feb 17, 2015 |
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Alexander - FP: 5 Alexander's return to the Holy City was as bittersweet as anything could be. Coming back to Jerusalem meant a return to the happiest time of his life, and a rush of memories flooded him as he beheld the Holy City in the distance for the first time. And yet, at the same time, those memories stung like steel barbs, reminding him of a more innocent time before he learned of the depravity that had taken hold of his country. A time when he was a better man, and worthy of overseeing the Holy City. He did not belong here now, after all that had happened since he'd left, but he had no choice. The Holy City needed guardians to protect its peace, and he'd do whatever it took to keep it and its inhabitants safe. Especially a certain temporary resident...which had only made it all the more shocking when he arrived at the briefing room and saw...her. Her clothes were different and her eyes were harder and more determined, but she had the same face, the same grace, the same vital air beyond anyone else he'd ever known. It had been a supreme effort of will to take his eyes off her and focus on the transmission while it lasted. Now that it was over, Alexander was burning with questions, but if it was truly her, he could not put her on the spotlight like that. Instead, he took a deep breath to compose himself, and spoke. "Our patrons have certainly spared no expenses in constructing this base. All of it is new and tremendously advanced. Even Ezekiel appears to be newly made, but he has learned quickly." He was referring, of course, to the self-actualizing situation simulator, deep within the base's bowels. As the only pilot with previous experience with the Holy City, Alexander had been summoned by the learning computer for a long debriefing session to help construct a better simulation of Jerusalem, and thus prepare battle plans and contingencies in case of emergency in advance (as well as an extremely advanced training sim, of course). He had only emerged from it a mere half-hour before the meeting's start. "Just like we will have to, if we are to deal with these invaders successfully." Standing up, Alexander addressed his fellow pilots with a stiff bow, before seating himself once more. "My name is Alexander Ariel, of clan Abidam. It is an honor to make your acquaintance, fellow Guardians." quote:Alexander Ariel Abidam Transient People fucked around with this message at 00:27 on Feb 8, 2014 |
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Cecil Skye FP 5/5 Story link because the OOC thread is archived  "Our very own battle of Meggido then?" Cecil chuckles dryly, breaking the silence. "Anybody brought a trumpet? Or a couple thousand more soldiers?" As he speaks, he opens one of the many pockets on his flight suit and pulls out a thin green cardboard container; anyone with military experience would recognize it as a military ration. He's about to open the box when Levi sets down his tray of sandwiches. "Oh, you made that for us? Hey, thanks bud!" He stands up and grabs one. "2nd Lieutenant Cecil Skye here, but you can just call me 'Valkyrie' in a pinch. I wish I could say it was for an awesome badass reason, but it's because I did a lot of karaoke back at the academy and...well..." Cecil runs a gloved hand over his blond hair to emphasize his point. "...yeah. Anybody see anybody else around here? Last guy I saw before I came in here was the pilot who dropped me off. No officers, no mechanics, no tower crew, no MPs, not even a janitor. I'm used to seeing a lot more support crews running around, especially for a big fancy place like this!" He chuckles, sits down and takes a bite of his sandwich. "Seriously, though, I hope we aren't going to war with just seven people. That's not even a full squadron. No offense to you all if that's your style, but I'm not given to calling out challenges to a rubber suited monster while standing in the town square in my magical giant robot." Davin Valkri posted:Cecil "Valkyrie" Skye Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 01:51 on Nov 11, 2013 |
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Alexander - FP: 5 Cecil's words elicited a frown from Alexander. "Of course that is not our 'style', Valkyrie. What sort of fool would call his enemy out for a mechanized duel in the middle of a city? The potential for casualties would be immense. A soldier should be more thoughtful and responsible than that." He said, his expression serious and admonishing. If the reference to magical robots or rubbed suited monsters seemed unusual to him, he didn't let it show. Transient People fucked around with this message at 23:10 on May 5, 2013 |
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Tsugumi - FP: 5 Tsugumi was utterly uninterested in the background for the mission, or the people around her. Not a single one of those were relevant to her own mission, to save Japan. But just running to the Empire of Heaven and saving Japan from the Empire's tyranny was an impossibility. Accepted, known fact. That was why she was here. She'd have to gain power, knowledge, to be used against the Empire. So she'd have to stick with her current "job" for now. So, while she was uninterested in why she was supposed to fight for this so called holy land off to the west, she paid careful attention to the nature of the holy land itself, it's terrain, it's military capacity, all the information she'd need to defend it. Defense suited her just fine: the very first thing she was trained on extensively was to protect the people. She wasn't going to stop now, just because they weren't her people. Similarly, even though theoretically the destruction of a holy land that much of the world, but not her own home, considers sacred, could be used as a weapon, it simply wasn't worth considering in her eyes; she will not allow the people to suffer for the atrocities of their leaders. And of course, herself and the people now around her were now part of it's military, at least temporarily. So she'd have to understand these people's ability as well, even if anything beyond that was unimportant. She noticed a pile of sandwiches on the table, and people eating them, but she ignored that; sandwiches were not high on her list of interesting foods. She did, however, notice someone asking if there was a spa, and found herself amused. Her teachers taught her that a good way to make people like you more, and to make them more helpful, was to give them things. Tsugumi was utterly uninterested in the people here liking her, since they had nothing to do with her real mission. But they still had to be useful for the current distraction, so she arranged for a hot spring to be installed in the base. She was told that the Hot Spring was capable of being saturated with all kinds of minerals and such for therapeutic purposes. Even Radium. She had no idea how they managed to maintain safety of the water when it would sometimes have Radium in it, and sometimes specifically not want it in there... but she tried not to think of that. Sometimes, it's simply better NOT to worry how Japanese Engineers manage to achieve things. It tends to avoid headaches, for one thing. Tsugumi heard a complaint about lack of personnel, and assumed that meant the Engineers had left. She hoped they had at least left some sort of instructions for the Hot Springs, or else they may all end up being flooded by radioactive water. No. Stop. Stop thinking about Japanese Engineer shenanigans. Focus on the task at hand. "It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I am Tsugumi Sakura." Tsugumi then heard mention of some Rubber-Suited Monsters. She felt righteous rage for her country. Rubber-Suited Monsters was JAPAN'S Gig. Supremezero posted:Princess Tsugumi Sakura Supremezero fucked around with this message at 15:11 on May 7, 2013 |
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Teresa FP OOOOO "You haven't seen much support staff because there aren't many. This base is heavily automated, which would be obvious if you brought up an interface." Teresa pushes the one she's been using aside with a flick of the wrist and brings up another, more official looking one. "You only need a handful of human operators to step in when the intelligent systems run into something they can't interpret. And as for the size of our unit, that's obvious, isn't it?" Selecting something on the interface, Teresa throws it to the middle of the table, where it expands for everyone to see - technical specifications and images of their seven mecha. "The nations of Earth already have massive production capability and vast armies. If that's all that's needed to deal with this enemy, then there'd be no point to the Ideal Guardian project. The only reason we're here at all is that the threat is utterly unlike what anyone has seen before. A threat that required the separate efforts of nearly two dozen massive research and development projects, each taking their own unique path to create the ultimate weapon." Teresa glares at Alexander while she speaks, clearly thinking he is staring at her, and intent on making it clear she is to be taken seriously. "The militaries of Earth already had quantity. They lacked quality. And quality matters more in this fight."
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Cecil Skye FP 5/5 Cecil stares blankly at the man who took his joke seriously. "I...You've never seen those old movies and shows, Alexander? The ones where the hero is some ferociously determined teenager who fights off monsters from the deep ocean and outer space and cuckoo military experiments with his daddy's giant robot? And knocks over half of his paper-mache hometown while doing so? It was a joke, son, come on!" Then he turns to Teresa and gives a glare of his own. "I figured that part; I did see a roboRoomBroom sweeping the hallway outside, but I'd rate one overstrength flight as enough to maaaaybe turn a skirmish or battle, no matter how much 'quality' they had. You want to fight a war, you need an army, and a logistics and infrastructure base to support that army. I mean, it's not like we're going to shoot and speed our way to the enemy's home and blow it up ourselves, are we? ...please say no." Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 01:07 on May 6, 2013 |
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Alexander - FP: 5 "Covert operations have decided wars before, in spite of involving only handfuls of men on the field. Who's to say an elite squadron such as ours cannot do the same from the frontline while the nations of the world attempt to understand the gravity of this threat?" Alexander said, his voice just as serious as before, but rather more driven. He'd seen heroism turn the tide of a battle too many times before to dismiss it wholly, as foolish as it had proven to be in many occasions. Unlike Cecil, he was at ease with the small task force - his old squadron had not been much larger back when he was still working for the HJS, and the reduced squad size meant any bonds forged in the heat of battle would be as strong as steel. He'd have to speak with him, sometime - perhaps the AUG doctrine prioritized numbers so much that it had shaken up his confidence to find himself an irreplaceable asset, but he would come around. The former captain was sure of it. After addressing Cecil, Alexander's eyes moved to focus on Teresa, lingering on her for a brief time. Nobody ever spoke without a reason behind their words, and he was curious about what reason had made the black-haired girl utter such a pronouncement. "And what sort of quality have we brought to this base, Steiner?" He asked. It was as good a way of getting to know her as any other. Transient People fucked around with this message at 00:08 on May 6, 2013 |
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Tsugumi - FP: 5 Tsugumi looks over at Cecil. "Whether wars can be won with only elites or not, it is clearly what is being attempted. Whether or not it will succeed is another matter entirely. But I do not intend to let it fail. Do you?" She stops to think. While an elite squadron is the obvious possibility of what's happening, it's not the only one. They could simply be a testbed of new technologies. That's what Tsugumi herself is supposed to be in the first place, after all. It could also just be a place to dump the less pliable pilots. But she won't tell them that. People who think they're being selected for being amazing are always more pliable. ... and what the heck is a roboRoomBoom. This lack of personnel made it sound like there would be less people watching her. This would be a new experience... Does this mean she's going to have to wash her own clothes? They were supposed to be annoyingly complicated to clean safely. Supremezero fucked around with this message at 00:14 on May 6, 2013 |
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Teresa FP OOOOO "Kurita-Steiner." Teresa leans back. "I'm the strategist and information officer, to use the terms your types would be familiar with. I have the training and the intelligence to integrate with the Manticore's command and control systems, and you'll find this means I can analyze the enemies actions, develop counters, and exploit their weaknesses much faster than someone relying on mere doctrine. Leave the tactics to me." She gives Cecil a nasty smile. "That goes especially for you. Concentrate on shooting what I tell you to, and you should be just fine."
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Lenore Santiago, FP 5 Lenore had arrived early enough to hear the message, but had been called on her mobile, and she had had to leave for a little while. Afterwards, she returned, having missed most of what everyone had been talking about up to now. "Sorry for that." she said to the group. "Just some bureaucratic wrangling. I was signed on late, and unlike probably the rest of you, I didn't come here with a mecha." What she failed to add was that she had never piloted a mecha before - after all, neither had DJ Croft, a previous Blessed Warrior, and he'd done well enough. She reached down and grabbed the last sandwich, saying to them, "Anyways, good to meet you. I am Lenore Santiago." After a bit of eating and thinking, she said mostly to herself, "You know what I kind of don't understand? There's a chapel visible in this place, but that's not the weird part. It's the thing sticking out the back of the chapel I don't get. It looks kind of like an artillery battery boinked a pipe organ. Is that supposed to be one, the other, or both somehow?" With her piece said, she resumed eating. quote:Lenore Santiago Zemyla fucked around with this message at 20:29 on Aug 4, 2013 |
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Cecil Skye FP 5/5 Did nobody else see something wrong with the current organization? Cecil really wants to scream, but instead he sighs and turns back to Alex. "Maybe so, but I've never seen a nation at war deploy ONLY 'elites' or 'special forces'. Once upon a time, grit alone might've defeated a numerically superior foe, but the year outside is not 480 BCE. The doctrine of war has come a long way since then, Alex. Now it's all...brigades, divisions, corps, armies. Multiple wings of aircraft and mecha, task forces of a hundred ships. I'll fight these guys to my last breath, same as you and the princess and everyone else here, but I can't win a war on my own. None of us can. Combat by champion is as dead as the people of 480 BCE. And don't worry, Lenore, I don't have a mecha either, and I've flown aerospace fighters, not mechs. You'll fit in just fine with the rest of us crazy people. Going to war with seven pilots..."
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Tsugumi - FP: 5 Tsugumi looks at Cecil, amused. "Do you think a horde of men with bronze spears can defeat a tank?" Supremezero fucked around with this message at 00:49 on May 6, 2013 |
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May 6, 2013 00:47
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Levi Atkinson - FP: 5 Levi watches the conversation a bit while he eats his sandwich. Sandwiches he made entirely out of love, toil, and turkey, Teresa. You can't leave good sandwich-making to robot chefs. "I take you ain't seen the walkin' alien busters they brought for this here project?" He would tip his hat at Cecil, but it's rude to wear one indoors. "Some of them do fight on grit alone. I do think we don't have enough folks around here," He recalls his own support team in the form of Texas Tech. He wonders if the Doc and everyone back home knows where he and Gunslinger are right now. "But I also reckon that Command knows what they're doing. They ain't just us gonna make us dodge a mad bull on a rodeo with our legs tied together."
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Tsugumi - FP: 5 Tsugumi is massively confused, and doesn't understand a word Levi's saying. Not a chance in hell of her admitting that, though. "Yes. Quite."
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Harriman Castle As the briefing video plays, Harriman grows increasingly uneasy. There was no doubt that he was the oldest person in the room, and his comrades seemed a rather interesting mix of serious, slack, and sanctimonious. He hopes he can keep up with them. The mission itself was complicated. To defend the Neo Jerusalem without allowing it to be destroyed, damaged, or occupied by any outside force: did that include Terrestrial invaders as well? Or was the IG only concerned with looking to the skies? He sincerely hoped that joining up with the IG wasn't a terrible mistake, although it wouldn't be the first he's made. As the video ends, the others set to talking amongst themselves. Harriman listens for a while, and then stands and clears his throat. "Good day, everyone. My name is Harriman Castle. I'll be fighting alongside you in this mad endeavor. Although I don't know how strong out chances are, I'd like you all to know that I wouldn't be here if I didn't believe that this was the Earth's best chance for survival. I realize I'm not quite as spry as some of the rest of you, but that should be of no matter given proper strategy." Harriman pours himself a cup of coffee from the side counter. Black, one sugar cube. The conversation has shifted around to the IG's overall plan and force disposition. "Mr. Atkinson is right. Although I haven't seen any specifications or direct evidence of other pilots myself, I can't believe that the IG would be so blind as to rely on a single strike team. If we are to defend against a threat from space, then we by necessity must be able to defend key locations on all sides of our blue sphere. Thank you for the sandwiches, by the way." quote:Character Sheet Green Intern fucked around with this message at 16:50 on Jun 21, 2013 |
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Sibaal Quraishi "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a problem." A voice rings out over the intercom- None of you recognize it. "This is Lt. Quraishi, your signals intelligence chief. I'm picking up something anomalous on radar- bringing it up on scope..." The screen in the main room flashes back on, showing a schematic of a familiar robot, to some of you.  "Based on readings it's a full squad of standard HJS grunts heading this way in an attack formation. Which is weird- they're a little busy to be sending anyone to attack Neo Jerusalem, but they look like they're prepared to engage the MHC garrison. Something's not right."
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Levi Atkinson - FP: 5 "That sure as heck ain't right." Levi takes another bite of his sandwich, though focuses on the enemy's approach on screen. "Maybe we oughta hail 'em?" Mitama fucked around with this message at 15:31 on May 6, 2013 |
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Harriman Castle : FP 5 Harriman frowns. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone, but he wasn't relishing the thought of operating in MHC territory. They were likely to spot the Asto Vidatu, and what happened from there was all too easy to predict. "That would be wise, I think. We need to prevent any conflict between the Earth Nations, if possible. There's no point in watching the skies if our doorstep is on fire. Lt. Quraishi, how soon could we reach the MHC garrison, if necessary?"
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Sibaal Quraishi "I don't see why you'd want to, but you could be there in 15 minutes. The HJS flight is still at least 2 hours out, and still outside MHC sensor range." There's a brief pause. "Ours are special."
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Harriman Castle : FP 5 "Believe me, I'd rather not go anywhere near the MHC. But we can't very well ignore terrestrial threats. We need to observe and confirm the situation before we take any action, anyway."
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Sibaal Quraishi Quraishi continues in a voice that leaks exasperation. "I meant in the sense that if you inform the MHC that there's a HJS attack coming, not only is that potential cause of a declaration of war, but also exposes our presence in the region. The MHC isn't stupid- they'll start asking questions if we intercept over the garrison. Alternatively..." A map pops up, showing a series of arrows. "If we launch in the next 15 minutes we can intercept them over the ocean. Nobody will ever know. Or find the bodies."
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Cecil Skye FP 5/5 Cecil is about to answer Levi and respond to Harriman when the alert comes over the intercom. "Oh, this is just fantastic!" he laughs bitterly. "They want to start a crusade? Too bad for them! Let's go out and enforce our own little no-fly zone. And Levi's got the right idea--if these freaky alien types want to sow disorder, a false flag op is the perfect way to do that." Then he leans back in his chair. "Never in my life did I imagine I would ever say that."
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Teresa FP OOOOO "Of course it's a false flag operation," Teresa replies. "It's more likely to be another human faction. Probably the EH, since they are antagonistic to both and have designs on HJS territory. The MHC is less likely to object to any conquests if they're fighting the HJS too." She puts her sandwich down and looks at the data. "It could be someone else, of course. Probably not HJS fanatics, they're busying getting killed gloriously against the AUG. They could be behind it, but its not the AUG style, besides which they're winning and the risk is likely not worth the reward. Or," she smirks. "It could be the aliens. Why don't we go find out?" Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 17:03 on May 6, 2013 |
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Alexander - FP: 5 As the robot schematics flashed across the screen, Alexander's heart sank. HJS crusaders. Of course it'd be them. But what were they doing here? Teresa was right, the war with the AUG was much too dire to take a single man off the frontlines, much less taunt the MHC to fight. The possibility that it might not be his brothers and sisters that he would soon be slaying provided little comfort. But this was war, and he was not a soldier of the faith any longer. Standing up, Alexander nodded. "Then there is no time to waste. Let us go, and make this their final flight."
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Levi Atkinson - FP: 5 "Sure thing." Levi grudgingly agrees. He didn't bring in Gunslinger to fight other nations, byt these gits sure do look up to no good. And the worst they can do is sit around and make this MHC's problem, false flag or not. He finishes off his sandwich and washes it down with a glass of water. "Let's try to flag 'em when we get there, at least." He says, moseying over to the hangar. "We don't have to make this messy, we're supposed to be fightin' aliens."
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Harriman Castle : FP 5/5 Harriman nods. There was no use denying it: there was no other viable option but to engage the apparent HJS forces. He moves to follow the others to the Hangar. "This ought to be a good test of the Asto Vidatu's systems, at least."
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Lenore Santiago, FP 5 Lenore looked at the tactical display, and nodded. "To my mind, the most important thing is to keep the aliens from conquering Earth. If that means that we have to keep the nations of Earth at peace so they can fight off the main invasion when it comes, then so be it." She then stood up, and said, "Anyways, the sooner we can deploy, the better. Does anyone here's robot have a way to jam enemy communications? We don't want them reporting back on our position, whether they are HJS or not."
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Teresa FP OOOOO "The Manticore can handle that. Let's go." Teresa is as good as her word, getting up and heading for the lift to the robot hangars.
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Amaka Kwembe, Maintenance Chief A cheery voice calls out to you as you enter the hangar. "Yo! I heard the news- all of your machines are prepped and ready to go! Though I can't guarantee Mr. Abidam's is feeling cooperative this afternoon." Mst. Sgt. Akama Kwembe is your maintenance chief, in charge of running a small herd of faceless technicians and a larger herd of robots to keep your machines in tip-top shape.  "But overall, everything should be running like a dream- and I cleaned the intake valves on your plane, Mr. Skye. I keep telling you to do that when you land!"
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Tsugumi - FP: 5 "It does not particularly matter who they are. They need to be stopped before they start a war. It is time to go."
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Alexander - FP: 5 "No need to worry, Master Sergeant." Alexander said, saluting. "The Arondight will lead the charge as it is meant to do. I'm sure of that." As a service lift carried him up to the Arondight's cockpit, Alexander couldn't help but let his mind wander. This would be their first test as a unit, and the first real test the Arondight had faced in months...and likewise, his first real challenge since he had left his people. Would he be up to the task? Would he have to slay his kin? Was this a cause worth fighting for, worth killing for? "A cause is always worth fighting for, if one commits himself fully to it. Purge the doubt, Captain Abidam. Battle awaits you now." As the entrance door slid open, Alexander entered the depths of his machine, soon arriving at the Pillar of Faith, as the pilot-machine uplink was informally called. Standing on it, Alexander pressed a nearby button, causing a hatch to open, revealing a sheathed sword...a perfect small-scale replica of the Archangel's Sword. Grasping it, Alexander pulled it out of its sheath, feeling the bioelectrical input processors on the handle dig into his hand. Holding the blade up in front of him, Alexander closed his eyes and quietly spoke. "God our deliverer, defender of the poor and needy; When the foundations of the earth are shaking, give strength to your people to uphold justice and fight all wrong, in the name of your son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." Nothing happened. For a moment, there was nothing inside the Arondight but a man, his faith, and the Lord, casting judgement upon it. Then, with a soft hum, the Arondight's lights came online, and Alexander found himself looking down at the hangar outside, his mind fully integrated with God's machine. "This is Captain Alexander Abidam." He said, and his voice was broadcasted to all the other receivers in the hangar. "ARC-65 Arondight is fully operational, and the Lord smiles upon our crusade. All units, report."
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Cecil Skye FP 5/5 Cecil's dramatic entry, pants bloused, skintight under-g-suit sticking out from his blue flight suit at the neck and wrists, helmet tucked firmly under arm, goes out the window at the crew chief's admonishment. "Intake valves? I thought the thing ran on--ooh, right, the hydrogen scoops. Sorry about that, Kwembe. I'll make sure to do it once I'm back. Now, which one is mine again?" Naturally, he has the only aerospace fighter in a hangar full of mechs. "I kid, I kid." Well, nothing left for it. He clambers up the steps to the cockpit of his craft, closes the canopy, and begins pressing buttons on the control panel. Power, avionics BIT, weapons BIT... He's pretty sure pre-flight testing is something all the mechs have to do; that part hasn't quite been dispensed with. The engines hummmmm as Cecil rocks back and forth on the stick and pedals, looking through the canopy glass at the control surfaces behind him. "Valkyrie to Holy Orders Lead," he calls out through the comms, fitting the oxygen system up to his helmet and blousing the g-suit portion under the mask. "Preflight checks okay, Geirdriful is go for launch. Ready to commence interdiction operations. Tower, clear flight for takeoff. Wait, who's Tower?" Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 01:12 on May 7, 2013 |
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Tsugumi - FP: 5 Tsugumi's already in her pilot "suit", so she's ready to launch immediately. She still doesn't understand why the suit needs to show so much, however. Her tutor's made it absolutely clear that such things were obviously a requirement, but she had noticed nothing of the sort from any men's pilot suits. Oh well. "Type-108R ready for launch." Back into the sky... What a wonderful time to be alive, when you can fly. Too bad about the whole "country squashed by enemy" thing.
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Harriman Castle : FP 5/5 "Thank you, Sergeant Kwembe. I appreciate the work you and your staff do." Harriman moves to his prep area, and changes into his hardsuit. The bulky outfit gives him an exaggerated, stocky profile, but the reinforced cabling and IV-regulator ports are necessary for piloting his mech. "I'll see you all on the launch deck." He presses a button on his wrist, and the Asto Vidatu lowers a towline, which he rides up to the cockpit. Once inside, Harriman boots up the Asto Vidatu's core systems. Limb Actuators: Check. Resonance Inlay Integrity: 100%. Dynamos reading stable. His hardsuit locks into place as he punches in the ignition sequence for the Ferrogravitic Core. A low but audible hum washes through the cockpit, and the air grows heavy. A slow trickle flows through the IV attached to his suit - fluids, glucose, and a cocktail of chemicals to attenuate the effects of high gravity. The ground trembles as the Asto Vidatu walks into place on the nuclear-powered electromagnetic launch catapult. Harriman remembers his initial tour of the base. The IG engineers were having an issue finishing repairs on the capacitors required to charge the final launch sequence. Harriman came upon the solution after a soak in the Hot Springs. The mineral-rich water would serve as a good conductor and coolant for the capacitors, and the more practical elements could be filtered from the water supply - no sense in letting good radium go to waste. "This is Castle - Asto Vidatu is ready for launch."
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Lenore Santiago, FP 5 Lenore looked for her mecha, but she had no clue where it would be. Everyone else seemed to find something to pilot, so she had to have something. She looked in the back, and saw something that looked like a kitbash made of ancient mecha parts, and headed over there. One of the techs working on the sad robot said, "Wait, you're Lenore? This isn't your mecha. From what I heard, yours was coming in next week." "I don't have until next week, and I can't not go while my allies need help." she said sternly. "But this thing is a pile of junk! It doesn't even have a power supply installed yet-" Be Not Daunted Thereby, Nor Terrified, Nor Awed (Launch Theme) A voice rang out like an entire choir, *Then leave that to me.* And there was a... thing hovering above Lenore's shoulder. It looked like a wheel covered with eyes, inside of which was another wheel covered in eyes, inside of which... *I am Lenore's protector, Seruel, and I can see how to make this armor move.* With that, he floated into one of the access panels, his radiance vanishing inside the labyrinth of wiring and tubes. Then, the mecha's eyes lit up, and radiance gleamed from its joints. Severed cables linked together as if magnetized, dingy grey primer and frame was covered in brilliant white and rose and violet armored plates, power indicators unmoved for so long their insides had become dusty suddenly pegged, and the ancient CNC-005 stood up. *For Lenore Santiago the Blessed Warrior, her angel stands ready.* The cockpit opened, and Lenore looked up, awestruck, before slowly climbing in. As it sealed up again, a quartet of wings manifested from the mecha's back, and in its hand appeared a large blaster. Lenore looked around, at the controls which ought to have been entirely unfamiliar, but felt natural in her hands. "Seruel, I don't know what to say..." she whispered. Seruel's voice in her head answered, *Then don't say. Go, and do.* She nodded, before turning on the radio and reporting, "CNC-005-Prime, 'Channeler', ready for launch," and a heavenly voice echoed hers.
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Teresa FP OOOOO Teresa takes a moment to change into her own piloting suit, essentially a black with red trim form-fitting g-suit with a significant number of interface ports, plus an AR visor display and integration headset. As the lift brings her to the Manticore's cockpit, Teresa fiddles with the interface. As the headset comes on line, she can feel her own thoughts expand into the Daemon's cold neuro-circuitry. A sharp smile on her face, she steps into the cockpit and activates the entropy inversion core. Red light bathes for a moment, then the walls of the cockpit disappear as the integration completes, letting her see through the Manticore's sensors. AR interfaces pop up all around her, filling with information. "Manticore - operational shift. Tactical network is live." She rapidly flicks through a number of settings. "Make sure you pay attention to it." She moves mecha out smoothely, arms crossed over its chest. "Pray to whatever gods you like - the Daemon will answer them all the same." She flicks a preliminary tactical guide out, suggesting a three pronged attack to be modified to fit the circumstances as necessary. Valkyrie and Tsugumi in the lead scout/strike unit, hitting the far side of the enemy force at speed. Lenore and Levi, making a saturation bombardment from range on the center. Alexander, Castle, and Teresa in the assault unit, punching into the near flank. It updates constantly as new data is analyzed. Comrade Gorbash fucked around with this message at 02:02 on May 7, 2013 |
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Levi Atkinson - FP: 5 Levi enters the hangar with the same purple and gold-trimmed suit he wears in combat training, only with IG markers in place of Texas Tech ones. Nothing fancy, just a good zero-g suit with a long history. He puts on his black cowboy hat, slaps his interface goggles to turn them on, and looks up to the giant, stompin' arsenal they call Ol' Gunslinger. "Boy howdy." He says in a nervous breath. "This is it." He takes the elevator ride up the pilot's cockpit. "Let's get ya ready, pardner." Levi jumps into the seat and flips open a number of brightly-colored switches in sequence. "Diagnostics, go. Booting up... Fusion Core's powering up to full. Ringside plasma cannons, check. Secondary gun cannons, check." As if to respond, Gunslinger's cannons whirr here and there to confirm their trackers work. "I hear ya. Okay... what about uplink?" A web of screens pop up in a 180-degree arc. Aside from the usual mecha stats, ammo count and other critical data, it also starts to bring in multiple visual feeds from a pirate satellite orbiting over Neo-Jerusalem. The HJS Crusaders come into full view on the largest screen. "There you are." He grits his teeth. "Everything else looks in order... recording and tracking devices, check." Too bad he can't send this data back to Texas Tech. Security reasons, he understands. "Main structure, check. Internal dynamos, check. Fusion Core... powered up. We're A-OK here." After he inputs final adjustments on his keyboard, Levi grabs one of the many, many switches and levers in the panel. He grabs on two of them and pushes them forward. The robot starts to move. Or more appropriately, it starts to stretch its back for a moment before it decides to move in formation with the rest. He presses his intercom. "Done saddlin' up here. Gunslinger's ready to go out."
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