>It is June 1st of the Year 70 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread>>6252039>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon, Natural Cadet-in-Training of the ZAFT Voluntary Militia. Has found themselves press-ganged into early-service as the Grimaldi Front Campaign sought the best-of-the-best prospect to participate as a number-boosting maneuver kickstarted by Founding Council Member Patrick Zala.Truth lies ahead as Frieden embarked on a long journey across the stars, His first test in real frontline combat just about to start.
>>6286876That should do it.[ https://files.catbox.moe/zxk696.mp3 ]The hiss of the sim-pod opening up immediately lets you know the grumbling and rustling about outside as... Well.Fresh-behind-the-ears Redcoats and actually experienced pilots harass the pilot that just lost to you on the principle that you're a Natural."Are you slow or something, O'may? How could you let the Black-Band run circles around you!?" One of the experienced pilots smacks your defeated opponent in the back of the helmet as the latter yells out to stop hitting them.Well, there is one, maybe two things that have gone right since the half-month of travel time.Most of them have gone from calling you Natural to Black-Band out of respect for your admittedly respectable Win-to-Loss ratio... Not that they don't dwell back on it when you lose.And, even if it hasn't been real handling of the machine. You think you've got the GINN dead-to-rights on your reflex level... Not that simulations end up being better than real experience, which you still don't have.Though the knock behind your cockpit as you pull your head out of your helmet makes you look bad."Didn't I tell you to take some counts on the medicines for our medbay, Moon?" Commander Aiman chides at you as you ruffle the back of your head... You definitely need to find more convenient times to slot in some practice"Getting right on it, Commander!" Nodding to that as you lift your way out of the simpod, you flip on the low-gravity environment as Aiman bunches their hands to their mouth."Take-off the Normal Suit first! You'll wash it!" He calls out as you sign okay for the order, bounding back to the floor as you let the airlock open.Right on to see the disgruntled look of your red-haired companion as he had prepared for some practice himself."Natural, wipe the sweat off your brow before it flows into the environment" He just chides as he pushes you away lightly by the face.Oh, right... You don't wear the net because of time concerns.
>>6286878Changing off quickly and getting a shower for good measure, you present yourself by the Medbay as the Main Doctor of the ship is helped in annotating stuff to a clipboard as nurses and assistants check on the cabinets built into the walls.Apologizing for the delay and getting a light reprimand you get down to work ahead on all the medicines aboard the medbay. Stuff you aren't really quite noticeable given you excelled mostly at piloting and tactics but nevertheless jotted down along into the long stock list."Didn't you hear? We're going to be embarking with a convoy on the next cycle" A male nurse commented to their colleague as you overheard it "Figured that's why we're taking stock if we're meeting with other vessels. Hope we don't have to do Normal Suit drills."You shiver lightly at the mention of that, for all you've been doing aboard the vessel destined to the Grimaldi Front...It's been lax, very lax. With next-to-no interruptions or combat alerts from enemy vessels on the way over.It makes you feel odd to feel so uneased by that sense of calm, but that sentiment seems to be shared even by the support crew."I almost forgot we were embarking to a frontline... At least we won't be a lone ship, for long that is."That... Does give you an incentive to ask for something as Mess break is scheduled.
>>6286879"Huh? What do you want, Black-Band?" Commander Aiman motioned aside to one of his colleagues as he swallowed a bite off his bread ration."You're giving them the time of day, Miguel? I'm not sure why command hasn't corrected the designation he-." Another comments on you before getting cut off by a tongue click."Dunno about you, Haran. But he's got a better ratio than you" A woman comments before raising their hand to you in the spotlight "Good going, if it wasn't so weirdly futile."Well, there went the small bit of praise you got.You still have one thing to ask the commander about however.>Get a heads-up on the machine you've been assigned, Mentioning your GINN faniliarity after all.>Get permission to perform one of the routine scouting patrols, if just to have some time off the ship and some real handling.>Try and ask for some advice and formations given he's your commanding officer, Get working along the rest of the squad.>Write-in
>>6286881>Get permission to perform one of the routine scouting patrols, if just to have some time off the ship and some real handling.Glad to see you back. Should've linked this in the previous thread, so I took the liberty to do it.
Waiting for anons
>>6286881>Get permission to perform one of the routine scouting patrols, if just to have some time off the ship and some real handling.Sorry about your car.
>>6286881>Try and ask for some advice and formations given he's your commanding officer, Get working along the rest of the squad.Get some form of camaraderie going.
>>6286881>>6286905>>6287381You try and put your best face forward as your Commander finishes taking their gulp of water.And much you did as you remarked on the usual rotation of pilots of the vessel for out-of-range sensor boosting.In other words, you remarked that if you were to follow that, your turn's coming next."Huh?" Was only the confused reply of their male colleague as you finished elaborating "You listen to yourself, Natural? No way you-.""Sure, Moon."You grinned unknowingly as your commander granted you permission, something not quite shared by their colleagues."I know he's sort of good on the sims, but can he handle an actual scouting-." Their female colleague added as the blonde officer just shrugged."Miguel, if we end up losing a GINN Recon to this Natural-." Came the more incredulous attempt at trying to argue against the order."Pipe it down you both." Was only his lax response as he looked at you "You caught me in a good mood about now so, don't blow it."You grinned that much, only for him to raise his hand to stop you.With a condition.And that much came as Ayon shuffled into the Co-Pilot seating "The hell does that damn pretty boy think he gets out of sticking me with you?!" His complaints do tend to fall a bit on deaf ears... Mostly because he's got quite the volume on his lungs."Maybe he's aware of the experimental work we did with Durandal, intuited at least some semblance of teamwork and familiarity for it." You start doing your manual checkups as you hear Ayon harrumphing over not being on the piloting seat "How's the sensor array coming along?""Alright for now, setting it online after deployment." He dashed away his tone as he followed routine procedure... Until he didn't "Bullshit on that, No one thinks we did anything once I brought it up... Damn secret projects." He complained as you set up a link with the Ship's sensors and comms.And to be honest, in a way, Ayon wouldn't be off-the-mark for complaining. Most people in the PLANTs think that Spatial-Awareness theory is an equivalent falsehood... Much alike religion had been made due to Evidence 01.But you don't think Ayon would appreciate distractions or idle chat about that fossil as you're cleared for launch."Millons Ayon, Sensor array fully linked. Ready to launch. Freikugel." Your co-pilot finishes all the ship-wise sensors as you see the hangar bay slowly opening."Frieden Moon, GINN Recon type. Launching!"
>>6287684It then really came to how you could maneuver the proper machine after getting slingshot off the hangar bay.For now... Not too different from the simulations, if you can trust Ayon to widen the span of your sensor arrays without smacking them with your AMBAC motions.But it really dawned on you as you could clearly see it in the distance even without your enhanced sensors.The moon is so close... And the earth likewise, if you were to turn at the right angle."Natural, don't stick around still for too long." Ayon quickly ponders to you as you look back at him, his ears clipping onto a headset from their custom spotter helmet."I have a name, you know?" You chide at the redhaired co-pilot as you start slowly drifting, accounting for the slow output of your verniers and the dark paintjob of your MS to not let yourself be an open target.Particularly because... Unfortunately, the rifle in your hands is rather much a pea-shooter almost clearly only designed for scouting with its augments."Does it look like I care?" Was Ayon's reply as he then hums lightly "Hearing something starboard, heat signature... Looking like engines."You nod to that as you hide the MS in a piece of flying debris, letting Ayon do the work of tracing a route on this engine.Enough to consider possibly what next to do as he sends you some estimated coordinates.>Stay at a distance and keep trailing it.>Try to aim at it with your rifle to confirm a visual.>Get closer so Ayon can definitely tell what it is.>Write-in
>>6287689>Try to aim at it with your rifle to confirm a visual.
>>6287689>>Try to aim at it with your rifle to confirm a visual.Good to see ya again QM. Hope you can get through this accident ok.
>>6287689>Stay at a distance and keep trailing it.
>>6287689>>6287804>>6287905You do have the thing by your MS' hands..."Ayon, I'm setting the rifle, feed me info to get a visual." You finagle the arm's levers as you clamber the weapon atop of the debris you were hiding on."So long as you're not planning on taking the shot..." Ayon taps ahead at the keyboard by his side, fingers tapping rather quickly upon it as every stroke clicked mechanically "Alright, there's the area. Keeping you posted."Good, that means now you're doing your part of the lifting.Focusing the mono-eye of the specialist-type GINN, you link up your main camera with the augments involved in the rifle, getting a crude zoom as you widen your eyes.You'll... Admit that you haven't finagled with this weapon, but if you follow the manual on your lap..."What the hell are you doing?!" Ayon almost made you flip the manual over your hands as he let out with quite the voice."Just finagling with the Tyrfing... I never trained with-." You're getting the hang of it as you zoom in and out, starting to use the data that the redhead had-."Explain to me why the hell are YOU the pilot if you don't know how to shoot it's-" You sizzle your tongue as Ayon raises an eyebrow, frowning already."Ayon, You've got to know this one's only a wonder the first time you handle it. There's a reason we only have one of its kind in the Freikugel." You try to dial down the situation as you focus on getting a visual, trailing across the dark void of the cosmos."Don't give me that crap, Natural!" Ayon over-steps by their seating taking off the manual from your hands "I'm pinging a sonar for new coordinates, probably closer... Don't take the shot with the pea-shooter while I'm-."You sigh, exasperated a bit as Ayon helps out in detecting this signature, quickly locking into your rifle's scope as you get down to business.>Roll a d100-5
>>6288186
Rolled 26 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>6288186>>6288223Oops.
Rolled 99 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>6288186
>>6288466Damnit, that was so close lol
Rolled 99 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>6288186
>>6288480>>6288466Way to make a guy feel left out, fellas.
>>6288484Nobody sneaks up on us
>>6288186>>6288225>>6288466>>6288480Alright, you've think you got a visual right on the money!"Ayon, you seeing this?" You comment ahead as you check the GINN scanning their surroundings in your augmented main camera "Point the sensors towards them and hail them when you can." You hold your wits as you float away from the piece of debris, the lockon engaged as you...Start figuring out how to get out of the rifle's vision without the manual giving you the steps."On it... Why's there no one giving this idiot an escort?" Ayon's comment does let you consider why a lone GINN is just around... You'd be seeing their ship in the sensor's range after all.And as your rifle leaves their sight onto the MS, you uh...You panic a bit."Natural, what's taking so long to get full coverage from the main camera?" Ayon starts prodding as his tone starts getting annoyed."I'm doing what I can... Can you pass me the manual?" You ask quickly for it as you extend your hand back while pressing around the buttons you engaged the zoom with."What the-?! See, this is what I'm saying. Who's giving you this crap without-?!" You were just about to tell the redhead to pipe it down only for them to suddenly quiet down "Hold on, this jackass approaching us since we hailed them... Why? They're supposed to-."He shuts himself up as much as you do as you take control of the MS' arms, re-locking the rifle's augment as you notice the Pearl-tipped GINN raising a rifle at your general direction.A thrill runs up your spine as you jet away to the sidez avoiding a salvo of bullets as Ayon clicks upon their keyboard"Blue-on-Blue, Jackass. Why the hell are they shooting at us?!" Ayon pulls off the comms interface as they send out an alert to the Freikugel "Natural, you dumb idiot, what the hell do you-?!" He complains as you follow your instinct flipping the safety of your firing interface off.>Deadeye shot = 94 (Majour Success)And it flows as easily as you click the firing pin twice.The GINN recoils as the two shots impact its rifle's magazine and it's rightmost shoulder, imbalancing its movements before the magazine has a malfunction, blowing up in the MS' hand as you hurriedly re-engage main camera functions."Alright, let's bail!" Gritting your teeth as Ayon retracts the sensor array, you boost out of the way, the pursuing GINN throwing away its busted up rifle as it engages it's leg rocket-pods.[ https://files.catbox.moe/dcsmw7.mp3 ]Right... Until a Green GINN pings into your alert's dashing past them as they crudely sliced the pearl-tipped MS, its upper half violently rocking upwards before exploding."What the fu-?!" Ayon stops as you do likewise... Because the green GINN immediately hails you as it twirls its massive sword on its hand."Mercenaries trying false-flag attacks just like common brigands, You both doing good?"
>>6288588That Jovial voice... Don't you-?"Marth?!" Ayon exploded as a response on the open line, the green GINN flinching leftwards."Ayon, don't scream with your helmet, it's microphone is sensitive." You chide them before curling your MS' free-hand in a salute."Millons? Frieden?! Oh man, I haven't seen you in ages!" They suddenly pipe up as you get a message back from the Freikugel. "Hey, I was doing recon work myself, maybe you both want to dock at the Salamander while your vessel arrives at the rendezvous."You... Look back to Ayon as he seemed a bit pale-faced at the invitation.Prompting you to take the initiative in accepting it, if anything to resupply the fuel you both had lost in your brief round.[ https://files.catbox.moe/ko91do.mp3 ]You're not going to lie... There is something somewhat comforting despite your ultimate destination to a frontline on arriving at this meeting point and checking the two Laurasia-Class vessels accompanied by a Nazca.And following the route led forth by Flambe's GINN, you and Ayon both dock ahead, letting out a sigh of relief at your brief encounter.As you salute the technicians immediately checking on you both, Ayon just crosses their arms as he undid the fastening to the cockpit.Something does tell you that Ayon is immediately checking on Flambe as he floats around the hangar bay, the Green GINN likewise being aided in docking as you consider...What to do until the Freikugel arrives back?>Likewise check on Marth, if anything so Ayon doesn't do something drastic.>Try to find someplace to rest, though there's a commotion further in the hallways.>Find the admiral or commander of the Vessel itself. If anything to report properly.>Don't attract too much attention, given the band by your arm. It'd be best to wait until you're back to the Freikugel's discretion.
>>6288593>Likewise check on Marth, if anything so Ayon doesn't do something drastic.
where the anons at
>>6288593>Find the admiral or commander of the Vessel itself. If anything to report properly.
OP ?
>>6288593>>6288674>>6289835As you report the last of your expedition data, you drift off from the service catwalk as the Green GINN is quickly serviced, its cockpit pulled up as-."I know you've missed me but isn't this-?" Marth jokingly chided as Ayon just squatted in front of his cockpit hatch, looking down on them. "No, really, I'm trying to get out.""What thugs dragged you over here, Flambe?" He just asked, before giving his hand out, pulling the green-haired pilot out as they pulled their helmet to their back."I uh... I don't know what you're talking about." He awkwardly mentioned as he saw you, slight smirk creeping up his face "Frieden! Wow, you even piloted that recon type?" He raises a hand up, you likewise giving him a salute as you bound back to a service catwalk."Don't ignore me for the Natural, jackass! Who press-ganged-?!" Ayon recalled as Flambe turned back, servicemen quickly scrambling to take data from the engagement within the cockpit as you raised an eyebrow...Because... It seemed like Ayon was getting worked up about this just as the week after he got assigned to the Freikugel."Millons, I, uh... I joined willingly." Flambe tried to mention as Ayon's pupils dilated, his brow furrowing."No the hell you didn't! You know we weren't ready for-?!" Ayon scrambled back as Flambe just sighed."Millons, I had a choice on serving my nation earlier than expected or waiting it out... I chose the former." And given how lax he is about that factoid... You could tell that perhaps there were considerations for redcoat trainees such as himself.Considerations not entirely passed through for greenshirts like You and Ayon."And you think this is fine?! How long have you been shaping up for-?!" You start getting between the both of them, Ayon pushing himself violently towards the pilot only to stop as his eyes went wide.And you turn... Noticing why as you gazed at the neck of Marth's normal suitAn Ace marking
>>6291489After changing out of the Normal Suits, it is then that you get the full story on Marth's deployment aboard the Salamander.Remarkably less leisurely as Marth recounted the engagement in which he got his ace mark"I... I think I understand why the council wanted to investigate us after that showing from the orange Moebius." He looked down crestfallen as he remembered some lost pilots "I'll... Try to remember Jagen and Doga for their-.""Stop that."Ayon cut the story short as Marth raised an eyebrow."I'm glad you're... Alive, really am. But I'm astonished no one's smacked that stupid outlook you have." He commented, making Flambe to shrug to you as if already seeing where it was going "These people died for you and the rest of the vessel! It's war alright, someone eventually is going to bite the dust but you can't regale them as if their sacrifices are some Romantic remembrance Neither should you try to picture as-."You think you get it now, as Marth started to argue that he's been doing pretty well aboard the Salamander.The boy... Is still a boy, for as crude and sometimes immature Ayon is, he's relatively got the realities of war settled in his head, even if they haven't happened to you both.In comparison, Marth only seemed to get his idealized dream of Knighthood exacerbated by his service, to a point where he's chalking up close calls with romantic ordeals.And you could tell Ayon was starting to get sick of it all, his fist tightening up as Marth attempted to explain his situation in said romantic terms leading you to intervene as you take a look at...A gathering.A gathering merrily celebrating something as you grabbed both young men's shoulders and pointed out towards them."Oi! Marth! You haven't heard the news on the gravity front?" A crewman familiar with the green-haired pilot asks as he blinks, asking ahead of the celebration of the occasion.
>>6291492This is not the face and the kind of photo you expected to be shared in official ZAFT newslettersA hero risen to the occasion in the Suez canal, utilizing an unorthodox state-of-the-art mobile armour adapted to the earth's unique gravity and conditions in comparison to the homeground of space.Andrew Waltfeld, Commander of the Desert Fang batallion and... Christened Desert Tiger as his orders and skills concluded a battle at El Alamein with a total Alliance rout from Egypt, the last power-house holdings of the Eurasian Federation in the african continent repelled.And... You can't help but wonder why the unorthodox picture was taken with a woman not carrying any symbol of rank within ZAFT... Almost as a Civilian had joined his cause for a memorable picture to raise spirits amongst the Grimaldi Front."See! I'm not wrong to say that having such hopes and ideals is a positive!" Marth argued against Ayon as he processed everything that was regaled not only by that newsletter but by the crew itself telling stories about Waltfeld's rather impressive actions as one of the first ZAFT members to participate in the Gravity Front back in April.You could have almost met them on the opposite side and... Not lived to tell the tale altogether."Alright, shut up." Ayon replied as Marth hassled them about their misbelief on their antics "Just... Keep a good head out there, don't run willingly into danger, I'll be watching you closely if you do something stupid." Ayon seemed to give in as the positive reinforcement of the group and Marth's rather impressive performance dispelled their doubts.But... You did have some of your own."So, do you know what the other Laurasia and the Nazca are named?" You ask away, intending to at least get standard doctrine information for the vessels you'll have to protect eventually."Oh... The other Laurasia is the Beowulf they're mostly people from the same advanced recruitment program. Good people though" You cringe a little at what exactly he meant by that, knowing that there's a ship crewed with nostly fresh pilots ahead.And the other one is a kicker of more experienced personnel.The Nazca-Class vessel Gram.
>>6291493 (And I forgor the picture for the previous doot, dangit)"I don't believe you." Ayon was the first one to refute the story on the Gram's short but hectic service record, one of the first Nazca Class vessels that has endured almost everything the Alliance had thrown at their way."Well, maybe you won't, but when we finally have that planning meeting, I'm sure you'll realize how a crew of the best weathered crewmen in all of ZAFT has to offer." Marth just grinned, looking forward to it all as you held up, the intercoms calling out the docking of two vessels in the area.The Galvani and the Freikugel.Your cue to get back to it all...Yet as you look off into the window, the approaching two Laurasia's cruising slowly into meeting range of the Gram...You start thinking of what else may be going beyond these five ships meeting.>The Alliance, they're likewise planning now that it's certain you're clashing... But what?>The PLANT colonies, After everyone you've left behind with your sudden draft... You wonder how the people at the academy are holding up.>The unknown, this is going to be your first time to deploy into live combat... To say that you're a bit whelmed is under-stating it, but someone else likewise feels the same, No?
>>6291500>The PLANT colonies, After everyone you've left behind with your sudden draft... You wonder how the people at the academy are holding up.
>>6291500>The PLANT colonies, After everyone you've left behind with your sudden draft... You wonder how the people at the academy are holding up
>>6291500>The unknown, this is going to be your first time to deploy into live combat... To say that you're a bit whelmed is under-stating it, but someone else likewise feels the same, No?
>>6291500>>6291620>>6291697The preparations were readied as the PLANT's supreme council gathered at the war-room.A conspicuous absence being of note, as the arriving members of the governing body abstain to answer for the screen displaying them.Supreme Council Chairman, Siegel Clyne present only through screen."Siegel, The matter of the Grimaldi Front was remarked to be important enough for your in-person presence." Was the first thing remarked by the secretary of defense Joule as another man raised his hand."Yes, Chairman Clyne, I can't keep the flow of information shut! Far too many people are asking questions about the Moon after Patrick-!" State Press Chief McKenzie held up as the older man glared at him "I mean, My agency is struggling with counter-intelligence and propaganda.""I... Do understand your concerns, which is why I've taken the efforts to hear about it." The Supreme Chairman of the PLANT council assuages their doubts as he stares intently at the camera within their office.Truth be told... He had been working behind the council's back after thorough consideration of the War's projected death toll.Not that the man would let itself be known as Military and Economic heads butted in within the meeting, A migraine slowly seeking its way into the older man's head as he tried to sneak side-glances to the window at his side.The scenery of the Clyne Estate in December City far more pleasing than the dimly illuminated hums of the Council's Diet building's meeting room.Yet... There was something at odds, all things considered as his brow slightly raised curiously.Are those... Bubbles?
>>6294282Out in the green grassy field, lies two opposite realities conjoined by a moment of isolated peace.Athrun Zala, A young man attempting to hide the eminent worry a completely uninformed situation beyond his control could have...And.Lacus Clyne, The Songstress of the Stars. Having a brief moment of respite with the company of her would-be-fiancee.Thoughts raced as Athrun couldn't quite face the facts that it'd been a whole month after that altercation with the MP's, almost incredulous how someone with their performance could not join the advanced recruitment initiative their own father had proposed.And as he stopped blowing bubbles as he held out pensive worry, It was the pink-haired young woman who leaned down towards their face, the raven-haired young man blinking twice before pulling away."Athrun... Something's clearly in your mind, you know?" The woman replied with a peppy cadence as Athrun did his best to fake a smile "You know you can tell me, right?"A smile that falls not only on deaf ears, but altogether as Athrun couldn't quite face the earnest yet clever interest in their own issues.Yet... Why tell someone of her world the worries of a would-be Soldier? The disconnect in the separate realities between both already making that tense silence despite the peace."It's... It's just worries on how I'd-" Athrun moved in quickly to lie to her, a simple white lie to disengage her curiosity while keeping the true nature of his worries underground."It's okay... I know you're antsy about the advanced recruitment program."
>>6294283Athrun blinked startled by the young woman's intuition, as she giggled upon his reactions."I'm sorry... You're just very easy to read and I-." She held herself from further commenting as she closed her eyes, breathing in deep."You really shouldn't beat yourself up over that, Athrun... You can't be eager to run into danger like that."Yeah... Just like all their friends had mentioned.It'll be fine.It will be fine.It has to be, this brief moment of peace... You know it's not the same out of here but.It'll be fine... Everyone that's been drafted in advance will be fineAthrun could only smile as he tried to let his doubts not cloud the respite of peace he'd have with the idol girl.Wherever they are... They'll be fine.
>>6291500Endymion Base[ https://files.catbox.moe/812y5j.mp3 ]You and everyone else in your squad, as well as the remaining pilots on the entire five ship entourage have been informed that this will be your target in the upcoming operation that will finally settle the Grimaldi Front in a clear advantage.You'd... Knew already, broadly speaking of the three Alliance bases on the moon.And with Endymion taken over, it would certainly leave them both unable to function as they'd have, in shape to intercept any ZAFT vessel looking to pass into the atmosphere.Not to mention, the logistics..."They're sending us to die." Ayon snaps you out of your thinking as he states grimly, teeth already gritted as he didn't quite accomplish hiding his apprehension with anger."Ayon, we only docked back with the Freikugel, We still have some hours before we have to prepare for Operation Moon-Tree." You snap back a little, as you tried your best to face your first proper combat scenarion with the...Best face possible, as Ayon didn't snap back at you...That's unlike them."Look, I... I guess I'm also uncertain of what's gonna happen to us but..." You try to come up with something to say...Truth be told, You're as mentally prepared as can be and... An unfortunate realization of that is the fact that for all you know.You burned all the bridges connecting you back to the Alliance after defecting to ZAFT, in a way, even in your new life.You don't have anything to go back to.You shook off that haunting thought as Ayon noticed your expression.Somehow lightening up as they dropped a challenging, if nervous, smirk."Screw you Natural, Soliloquy all you want. We're in the trenches." He remarked, finally passing by the Airlock as the hallway leading to your bunks and thus your last few hours of rest.Before proving yourselves-."Oi! Ayon! Moon!"Turning towards the blonde commander of your squad leaning beside the automatic doors leading towards Ayon's shared bunk, Aiman pushes themselves away as they eye you both up."Good job on the scouting mission, The Galvani had radio'd us in on a mercenary company trying to fleece attacks off the moon's orbit." He smirks, looking off towards Ayon as they dapped them on the shoulder.The redhead with the scruffy sideburns just scoffing at the praise, Aiman deciding to roll off the reaction as...They eye'd you right out."Oh... And you did well, for a Natural."You... Watched him decide to take his leave as he announced a squad tactics meeting a few hours before the operation proper.But you felt compelled to act now in regards to that last statement>State you did the piloting and... Scored a confirmed hit even!>Let it go but... Make sure to prove yourself right at the strategy meeting>This isn't worth getting caught-up in, You'll do well enough as is.>Write-in
>>6294286>Let it go but... Make sure to prove yourself right at the strategy meeting
>>6294286>Let it go but... Make sure to prove yourself right at the strategy meetingPick our battles
>>6294286>This isn't worth getting caught-up in, You'll do well enough as is.Our performance will speak for itself.
>>6294286>>6294457>>6294618You... Had started growing weary over their attitutde regarding you.Over the month that you've been cruising on the Freikugel, you by no way shape or form had been unnoticed given your highly-unusual status as a Black-Band pilot regarding Derision or Curiosity by others. Not even by your fellows who had either expressed doubt or surprise at your admitted level of skill to be applied into your position.Most everyone... Except for Commander Aiman.He seemed flippant to even address you as part of their squad, though you didn't mind the work given it kept you busy. You did mind that Aiman didn't quite seem to regard you as part of their team, nevertheless a comrade for all things considered.A strange distancing and balancing act he seemed to have, his reputation being held by your association with his current team.And while you do find him a bit over-bearing... It really gets at you for them to ignore you and sideline you as much as possible.Having gotten the most rest you could, you take off from your bunk at the proverbial crack of dawn, readied as you led your way towards the observation bays of the hangars which doubled as pilot prep chambers.Right on to see that the meeting had started a little ahead of time, Aiman having drawn up an action plan in a digital screen by the time it took you to show up in your normal suit.To a look of dignified indifference from the rest of the piloting squad as all three redcoats and three greenshirts glared towards you."I was hoping you'd show up afterwards..."
>>6297880What did the commander mean by that?Settling besides the greenshirts you looked intently at the plan... The Commander taking point while the redcoats flank and wingman his position.Leaving for the specialized unit of greenshirt pilots to take D-Type equipment and be shielded as the first wave of Operation Moon-Tree as per Aiman Squad directive seemed clear.Clear the more-than-substantial navy fleet shielding Endymion base."Now, Arisu, Maverick, Rodney. I can't stress enough that I'm not your mark to play Bodyguard with." Commander Aiman remarked as he tapped the three D-Type equipped squad "Your job's mostly protecting Ayon, Xiaoyu and Hunter from getting shot down or hampered from taking down the blockade." And... It clued you in unlike anything else as the lecturing went on.Why aren't you on this plan?"Uh, Commander?" You ask ahead as you drum up his attention "Where am I in this-?""You aren't, not in this one." His response was rather cut-to-the-chase as you arced your eyebrow... What did he mean? Are you reserve or participating in-?"And if you want your answer why, I... Need you to check what your assigned craft is, Moon."What the-?As you take notice of his communicating towards the mechanic staff readying everything up... Is it that your eyes grow wide as something you didn't expect to see again is shown with a brand new coat of paint.A red Moebius
>>6297883You stand wide-eyed within the hangar as you check out the craft, sensors and weapon hard points having been added to it but...Once you get in, you realize this is the exact same Moebius you made your escape to the PLANT's with. A singular marking in the cockpit making that clearer."Head Engineer Margellan sent it to us before departing Jachin Due, frankly. Kind of a waste of resources." One of the mechanics comments as you toggle on the main cameras.And startle yourself as the entire cockpit lights up... Crudely.Panels surround it, making for a rather effective, if crude facsimile of the FLUGG's linear cockpit design... You suppose that's why this one has a customized hull sleek with new sensors."The new manipulator arms should allow your craft to use any standard GINN weaponry... Within reason, I have no clue why the design has so many hardpoints. But at least the railgun should be improved in accuracy and range of speed given it's not smooth-bore anymore."That's good to hear but...With all these tweaks, how is the performance affected?It came into you as you noticed the new designation of the craft within the OS' firmware.Moebius Red Jacket Type Prototype.You pull out of the opening hatch as you ask one of the mechanics to fetch your helmet..."The hell's the rush, Moon?" Commander Aiman calls out as he snatches the helmet from one of them "You aren't part of the plan, remain on standby."What the-?! But you're already readied to deploy with-?!"I have next-to-no idea how to coordinate... A Mobile Armour into position and for the sake of success, we NEED this blockade taken down... You understand precisely, right Black-Band?"It's... True what he's saying, but you still don't want to be told off after getting prepped already! And what happens if...?>Try and insist on deploying! You can't just stand idle now that you're in your element!>Heed the orders... Until you can join the fray of battle if anything goes south.>Comply... For now, you need to get a more in-depth examination of your assigned craft and the Modifications it received.
>>6297885>Comply... For now, you need to get a more in-depth examination of your assigned craft and the Modifications it received.
Rolled 59, 79 = 138 (2d100)>>6297885>>6297919>>6297998You... Had your doubts on this operation as Aiman was distracted by mechanics crew finally readying his machine.The orange GINN's a bit of an eyesore in your honest opinion, no matter how many time he's explained it with his epithet.But as you clear out of any launching line and wait for a moment for your craft to be set on a scanner while technicians look to fetch for an engineer's manual..."Lot of talk for just taking the bench."Ayon flanked by your side as he crossed their arms, glaring intently at it."How'd they even have the consideration to make a replica of those Alliance bastards' fighters." He snidely harrumphed as you just tried to ignore his sour mood.Not that you couldn't blame him, he's right about this but... It was orders by the Commander and worse-of-all.You needed to at least know some part of this Moebius now that Margellan's taken a hand at it."How long until the opening shots of Moon-Tree?" You ask as Ayon raised his whole hand."Five minutes, the GINN's we're using are being loaded with the D-Type rockets. Just waiting to be cleared." He replied, readying their helmet as one of the mechanics handed you the manual for your craft.Rather slim, now that you think of it, but you suppose Margellan still expects you to know how to operate a Moebius back from Artemis."Wishing you-." You heed to Ayon as he sighs, vaulting off the service railing and propelling themselves from it."Don't need that, I'll just try my best to live."
>>6298763Aboard the Alliance Agammenon-Class Vessel Nietzsche, its special assigned squad of spatially-aware pilots are prepared for deploying as the Bridge notifies to begin engagement procedures."Battle Stations to level 4 priority! Every technician and officer report to your assigned station!" Blared across the intercomms, two pilots in specially demarked purple normal suits rushing across the hallways as they bicker."You'd think they would have learned to take a dive after we pushed them out of Ptolemaus, Right Jamil?!" The blue eyed pilot motioned to the younger pilot as they struggle with putting their helmet on."I- I really don't know Toledo, do we have a direct line of communication with HQ and the Nottingham?" He remarks, acknowledging the pressure placed on them as they pass through a windowed hallway.Observing for a brief moment the line of Nelson-class ships lined up in enfilade to the reported attack on-.>Snipe attack = 59 (Minour Success)[ https://files.catbox.moe/bfr13z.mp3 ]And recoil as one of them is impacted on the engines, fuel tanks rupturing and engulfing the entire ship in a thin film before exploding outright, Toledo flinching as he covers their eyes while Jamil loses their footing floating and flipping forth-.As red alert buzzers and blast-doors shut off the window for safety."What the fu-?!" The older pilot recovers as he leaps ahead, grabbing the flailing young man as he settles them down firmly with a smack of their forearm "Jamil! Calm the hell down. We need to deploy!"The young man whimpers an affirmation, readying alongside his comrade towards the small prep hangar for the vessel, rank and file pilots presenting themselves aside-.As a blonde young man salutes the approaching pilots with the same uniform as him "Took ya both long enough.""Shut the hell up, La Flaga!" Toledo yells as he leaps ahead in low-gravity towards his own Moebius pod."Mu! Did-did you at least feel where those shots came from-?!" Jamil leaps towards their beginning to enter inside of it as mechanical arms begin the process of sealing and adjusting the spatial-awareness Corps. Moebius-Zero units to deploy."Not really, Bridge's getting on it..." The man replied as he set up their comms inside their own cockpit "I can see you're shaken up pretty bad by this one... How about you cover my back and I'll cover yours?" The man offers, a confidence radiating off their voice unlike-."Oi! La Flaga, Rookie privilege doesn't let you just slack from covering my angles too!" Toledo complained before readying for deployment "Toledo Crosshaw! NT-8 Launching!""Suit yourself, You be careful as well." The blonde man snarked playfully before focusing ahead "Mu La Flaga! NT-4 Launching!"Which left the rookie young pilot to cover their tracks last, as the two wire-gunpodded mobile armours deployed ahead... A silent sigh of preparation coming from them."Jamil Natte. NT-13. Launching!"
>>6298797>>6298763It's not exactly a complete overhaul but the Moebius in your possession has been upgraded to a fine point in its expected performance.Though you do have to wonder what is the deal now with Margellan's orders when it came to how many weapons this Jacket system can have... Nevertheless the scribbling saying that it's unfinished and just mounted atop the hull instead of purgeable'/b]As you perused the slim manual which vaguely consisted of just notations and design ideas from the head engineer, you kept an ear out for the comms coming away from Aiman Squad's deployment.>Squad Cohesion = 79 (Majour Success)Ayon had done something out of line in regards to the plan, but... It seems to be working out for them in the long run.The D-type weaponry severely impairs the mobility of any MS that uses it, not to mention how big of a target it may place on their back and how volatile it could be if grazed by any Alliance munition.But as you got your bearings on the craft, is it that you see Engineers pile up around a corner, peeking out of your cockpit as you saw...Live footage being shown around the engagements of both Aiman and Torres teams from the Freikugel, leading the charging knock onto the battlefield as a GINN stands out."Come at me, Natural Dogs! Take your best shot!" As Ayon commandeered another pack of missiles from an aiding GINN, he led forth a full barrage, impacting rockets dispersing a large formation of Nelson-Class ships as they're blown out of formation.Retreating flares already sent high up as the GINN squadrons manage to shake off the pursuing Spatial-Awareness Corps on their case, Three Moebius-Zero taking a dive as they retreat back deeper... Into the surface of the Moon.The celebration from the mechanics crew is infectious... If not for the entire squad to start to pile back for resupplying and rearming as you help out in any way you can from the hectic downturn of the first step of Moon-Tree...Right as Ayon's unmarked machine is caught in the safety net of the hangar bay, Not a few minutes afterwards the red-haired pilot coming out of it as you greeted him back "Yeah, It's good to see you too, sitting on your ass without getting shot at." the snarky remark is a bit under-appreciated but...You counted three kills and two ships downed by his machine, a rather impressive first showing for someone who hasn't piloted in live combat beforehand.
>>6301614Well.You'd say that if it didn't lead into a situation as soon as you both enter the pilot prep roomAyon grunts out as the airlock closes behind them, because Commander Aiman socked them as soon as it did.You leap back, startled and careful, which isn't much the same reaction the redhead would have as he bounds back from the wall and throws a straight punch of their own-.Skillfully caught by the fore-arm by the commander before being pulled into an arm-hold, slamming down into the ground and held subdued."You ignore another of my direct orders and jeopardize the whole mission and I swear a punch isn't going to be the only thing coming your way." Aiman lets go of Ayon as he elbows the nape of their neck once "Still, Good piloting everyone. We're given a brief resupply reprieve as the Galvani and Beowulf engage the retreating alliance forces." He changes their tone, addressing the rest of the piloting crew."You okay, Ayon?" You help out the pilot as he scrubs at their punched cheek, grumbling curses under their breath.You... Well, yeah. You guess it'd be better if you leave them to brood that off.Quickly checking and helping out the remaining pilots does let you know that It'll take a while before deploying back. About 20 minutes or so.The Galvani and the Beowulf were supposed to reduce the number of battleships once they felled back or the squads of the Salamander and Freikugel were blown back... A small step of clear-up before step 2 of Operation Moon-Tree.That's where you all deploy and try to breach into Endymion base proper, the Gram supposed to herald that push forth.You can't help being a little nervous, but having reviewed your machine as best as you could... You had to choose a-."Not so fast, Moon." Commander Aiman stopped you as he pulled the mechanical ordinance tablet off your hands "Same verse as the first, I don't know how to accomodate your craft to the deployment."What?>Get mad, are you being purposefully held back or what?!>Try to argue your case, you came here to do your part... So, what's a little bit of tactical effort?>Just... Heed the order, maybe you'll be required for an emergency.>Write-in
>>6301616>Try to argue your case, you came here to do your part... So, what's a little bit of tactical effort?
>>6301616>>6301814>>6302110You're rather miffed at being told off, especially now that you've got a window of opportunity to assemble with the rest of the squad.Though, Point being taken, your craft IS a last minute addition to the Freikugel's hangars."Commander Aiman, If I may..." You open up to them as they arc an eyebrow, waving off some technical staff on the D-Type Beam Launchers being recharged."Well, get them cooled down! We're gonna need a couple of them!" He yells towards the technical staff before looking at you "Black-Band, the order is still.-"You grip your fist as you frown at your superior office "I didn't come all this way from the PLANTs to be told I'd be sitting down and doing nothing for the Grimaldi Front!" Exploding at them does make them raise their eyebrow.Before proceeding to smack you with the back of their palm, stunning you as they frown."Now, Listen here. Natural." They speak over, their tone overtly commanding as you recoil back from their hit "I have been entertaining your current position despite it being an Error of judgment that someone at Military Command thought you could even rival a complete rookie in MS piloting."And they point back to the Custom Moebius."That Craft right over there is enough proof of it."He moves to leave, just enough to make you consider what he said.It isn't wrong... But."I didn't think the Star of Dawn couldn't even place strategic consideration on one variable of their attack plan."You could always manipulate their ego, as they turned behind you, frown lessening as they seemed to take your word as... Challenge
Rolled 63, 14 = 77 (2d100)>>6298797The splintered detachment of the 3rd space battalion Fleet's Spatial-Awareness Corps flies off back into the fold of Endymion Base's defense."Mu, How the hell did they take down ten ships with just-" Toledo tried to find an understanding of the great rebuff they got from Endymion's blockade, easily managing to crumble from just two MS detachments."Beats me, Eyes on the Prize, we got bogeys!" The blonde pilot just deflected the question as they prepared to engage pursuing ZAFT forces...Completely refreshed, the first wave almost consisted of ones with Fortress-Busting equipment and these ones-."M-Mu!" Jamil shook off two pursuing GINN's pirouetting off the line of fire of their machine guns as La Flaga's gunbarrel pods aimed behind his own craft-.An instinct and some lucky hits from his piddly gunpods manage to nail one of the GINN's in the joints of their arm as well as their thrusters, making its fuel explode as the wave pushes off their accompanying escort."Natte! Stop calling for help left and right and deal with your own bogeys!" Toledo's Moebius-Zero shoots their railgun thrice, nailing a GINN attempting to intercept with the second and third shot, clearing the way for all three orange mobile armours to reach their fleeing ship.Right until La Flaga blinked, A cold shiver ran down their spine as a feeling of achingly haunting nostalgia washed over their entire body."W-Why is this... Like when I was a-" Thoughts drifted ahead from the Alliance pilot's as that faint connection of terror psyched up with a warm, uncomfortable feeling running across their whole skin.As a lightly armoured Mobile Suit prepared for deployment on the Galvani, Commander and Captain of the Vessel launching in the finalized version of the High-Maneuver GINN for its first performance test on the field.And thus... Rau Le Creuset could too feel that phantom pain haunting them to the last connection of a past burnt to ashes.[ https://files.catbox.moe/7ond3h.mp3 ]And he smirked at the possibility of finally putting an end to the last crackling ember in its midst
>>6303051>First Sortie = 63 + 20 (83, Majour Success)All three Pilots are stunned however, Mu pulled back into reality as the Nietzsche explodes right in front of them"Admiral!!!" Jamil yells out as the now ruptured vessel splits away into scrap, The young Rookie boosting ahead of formation as their fight-or-flight instincts are boosted."Jamil! Dammit, We need to get a move on!" Fruitlessly calling out for their companion, Toledo boosts off ahead likewise, avoiding shots coming for their craft with consummate skill as Mu follows along.And he was shocked. He knew that shot was coming, but was so dazed to... Figuring away to best survive this situation, Mu ignores trying to recall the strange trill upon his ears and hunch of the shot's direction as he heads down over to Endymion base.The orbital defense force already up as Mistral mobile worker pods have been jury-rigged with railguns and cannons to aid the actively dwindling Moebius corps.It's only been 15 minutes and the tides have turned so much from what had been expected... The Might of the Mobile Suit had yet to be respected since the destruction of Yggdrassil.But even so, in the distance, the Agamemnon class vessel and flagship of the 3rd space fleet, Nottingham is coordinating the defense of the lunar bade, two other Moebius-Zero vessels aiding in its defense."Cruz! Spencer!" Jamil yells out in alarm, his panic driving regrouping with the main battleship as the two moebius pilots respond."Rookie, what happened to the Nietzsche?!" Cruz responds obly to be cut-off by their wingman grunting."No time for that, Crosshaw, on me! La Flaga, Take the Rookie with you and notify the General to coordinate surface defenses!" Spencer takes over as Toledo rushes in ahead to join him "NT-3 over!"Mu had thus, hailed Jamil over to their side, expecting to protect them as best as can be as together, they took down two advancing GINNs in position.Their objective was simply to deliver a message and use their targeting beacons to try and use the orbital defenses to take down the approaching battleships once they came inHowever...>Interception = 14 + 30 (44, Minour failure)Mu's instinct blared to them as he yelled out for Jamil to dodge, the Two Moebius crafts barrel-rolling aside of a barrage of rockets.Just... To be cornered by that very same GINN High-Maneuver type, piloted by Rau Le Creuset.
>>6303047This was it.As you made the final checks of your mobile armour's operating status, your brief challenge had given Commander Aiman a less-than-graceful if at all, position for your craft."You think this is a good idea, Aiman?" The Head Engineer of the Freikugel asks away in the public comms system of the Hangar as a crackling of N-Jammer interference ensued."Of course! He insisted upon it." as the slightest bit of Shade is thrown to you... You hold tight the maneuvering controls of your Moebius as you shivered "A good squire is all well for our fair company of knights."His idea of getting your Mobile Armour some action was... Unorthodox.As the hardpoints of your Moebius were filled up with as much weaponry as possible, possibly impairing some of your mobility from the added mass and-.Definitely some of your vision as the sensors and cameras of your imitated linear-cockpit are somewhat obstructed by the weaponry all over it.But you're in combat.You're... In combat.You steel your nerves as you wait for the final preparations of the team to go onwards... Anytime.And more specifically, once the Gram leads the charge ahead, signalling advancing flares for the Teams of the Salamander and Freikugel to deploy.Stronger than ever and... Ready to kick the Alliance out of Endymion's crater."Oi, Natural. You ready?" Ayon's voice chimes into your comms as you hum affirmatively in response "Well, You'd better be. Just remember to fly over and keep your eyes peeled, we're keeping an eye on you as our resupply on-field. But also because you're live ammo just asking to be detonated." You... involuntarily gulp at the boldness of the statement, feeling that maybe this plan was... Less-than-stellar.But bold as it was, it was the only plan the Star of Dawn would give for you to participate in Operation Moon-Tree.And... You prepare yourself as it is your turn to be deployed in the catapult, flares already signalled as the experienced Nazca-class Vessel leads the charge.In a way... You could say you're prepared to go up to the moon and back.>Roll 2d100+5
Rolled 54, 63 + 5 = 122 (2d100 + 5)>>6304665Oh boy, let's not give a fireworks show if we can!
Rolled 51, 67 + 5 = 123 (2d100 + 5)>>6304665let's give 'em hell
Rolled 43, 35 + 5 = 83 (2d100 + 5)>>6304665
>>6304665>>6304705>>6304796>>6304888The moment you're launched behind the rest of the squad by the catapult...Is the moment wherein you test your first proper taste of combat.The pings of your sensors catching over the frenetic rush of the battlefield concern you as you trail behind the rest of Aiman team, letting them rush ahead and use their munitions as you-.>Opening Salvo = 59 (Minour Success)A thrill runs behind your spine as you tilt your craft sideways!As the Alliance's defense fleet sent in a volley of shots from their beam cannons, starting to fray at the formation-.And nailing a singular GINN point-blank as it recoils, its generator soon exploding into a pink blast as you gritted your teeth.So... Many... Targets. "Xiaoyu!" One of the pilots calls out for the downed GINN as you move astray of the formation.And straight into the line of fire as the Gram begins its volley into the moon base."Charge ahead! Give no Natural Dog clemency and land upon the base!" The Gram's Captain called out in rallying cry, MS squads quickly dispatching off the vessel as they moved in to destroy even more ships and Mobile Armours.In particular, as you readied up one of the rifles attached to your machine's hardpoints with a manipulator arm, readying it to sortie ahead.As you get blindsided by Two Moebius quizzically posing themselves aside of you, weirding you out as they hail you in comms."What the heck is that one?!" One of the pilots hails you as they wingmam for you "I don't recognize the model or the IFF, but boy am I glad you war-chariot-?!"Your spine tingles as you make a sharp turn left, Ayon's GINN regrouping with your machine as it smashes both with a clean sweep of their blade."What the heck is your problem disengaging from-?!" Ayon complains as he holsters the lump of metal by the hardpoints of their machine's hip "No matter, Lead away!"You're oddly puzzled by his change in attitude until you could recognize why that is.A familiar Green GINN pirouetting its way as it engages a Moebius-Zero.>Leading shots = 72 (Minour Success)As your manipulator arm linked in with the target interface, you boosted ahead, beginning to shoot a swarming volley at the agile orange spacecraft as it suddenly spiralled, aware of your shots coming through-.And yet misinterpreting your true intentions as one of their Gunbarrel's isn't able to be recalled or moved out of the way, Imploding as its expansive wave dazes the pilot enough to let them careen out of control.>Roll 2d100+5
Rolled 5, 1 + 5 = 11 (2d100 + 5)>>6306024
Rolled 23, 23 + 5 = 51 (2d100 + 5)>>6306024
Rolled 88, 7 + 5 = 100 (2d100 + 5)>>6306024
>>6306024>>6306029>>6306049>>6306051"Millons! Cover me!" The voice of Marth resounds as their Green GINN follows the opening your volley had made onto the spatially aware pilot-.Yet... As a you hear a trill by the corner of your ear, you realize the Pilot hadn't fully lost control of their craft."Marth, he's juking you!" Ayo calls out as he tackles the Green GINN out of the way, the remaining gunpods of the Moebius following suit by shooting a full volley, Ayon blocking to the best of their intent-.And soon flying off away as you focused intently on their flight pattern-."Spencer, they've got one of my barrels!" A woman's voice being heard on your ears frightens you on your cockpit as you swerve lightly in your attempt to chase after them-.>Incoming Targets = 93 (Majour Success)The Mistrals and Moebius immediately notice your flight attempting to chase after a Moebius-Zero quickly turned forth to your location, aiming their weapons upon you as you now intentionally swerved out of the way!As Railgun rounds and cannon-fire fly errant of your position, allowing you to reshuffle as your other mechanical arm readies a GINN's missile pod for your own use-.And with clicks upon your targeting interface, a volley of three wire-guided missiles fire off away, breaking apart formations and downing any Mobile Armour that couldn't move away or attempted to speed past the explosive warheads as you cleared your way towards the Moebius.Discarding away the used rocket-pod as you finally have the Moebius in range of your-!>Backup = 1 (Critical Failure)Yet a railgun round rips cleanly across your rifle, frightening you as your manipulator arm tosses it aside, its carts detonating behind you as alarm pings blare around you!Because you're surrounded in gunpods.You couldn't see them because of all the weaponry stacked on your hull, Damn it!You start to struggle maneuvering as your heavier machine leaves the thrust awarded by the engine modifications effectively soft-capped as eight Gunpods try to assail you at any possible range."Toledo! Why the hell does ZAFT have a Moebius?!" Yet even moreso as another voice is heard from your ears, A gunpod attempting to cross into your path only for you to use your armoured hull and crash away into it!"Hell if I know, But that thing'll make a pretty firework if we aim for the explosives!" And as the more assertive voice in your ears calls.Now is the time you realize you're trapped in enfilade, the Gunbarrels quickly preparing to fire upon you at any moment.If you don't do something about it, right as the cannons coil forwards!>Jettison excess equipment and get out of the firing line!>Hail for help, just at the last possible moment!>Pick up one of the D-Type weapons in your hull and blast your way out with extreme force>Write-in
>>6306691>Pick up one of the D-Type weapons in your hull and blast your way out with extreme force
>>6306691>>6306823>>6306828[i]To be trapped in the expansive void vacuum of space is matter enough of concern, but... held up with multiple pinprick precision gunbarrel vulcan-pods...[/i][b][i]It's a matter of life or death as you scramble a solution to you soon-to-be-fusilade[/b][/i]So is it that you remember one part of the crammed arsenal onto the Moebius' jacket hull.A D-Type weaponry that had been slotted into your hard-points for use in the base-raid itself down in the surface of the moon.The brutally inefficient stop-gap of Beam weaponry adapted to Mobile Suits, the[i]Garrus Kai Ion Cannon[/i] stacked at the right side of your thrusters came into being as a possible way to get out of this situation.A weapon made from the GINN's ability to only kickstart its three coiled-magazine batteries rather than being able to power a beam generator of sufficient strength for damage onto Alliance armour, Disfavoured for anything but its intended purpose as a fortress-piercing weapon and yet...[i][b]The only Beam weapon you have as your manipulator arm moves to held it up at the ready[/i][/b]The two Orange Moebius suddenly come to hearing from sheer proximity as their comms link with yours "What the-?! There's no Goddamn way a Moebius can power one of those mammoth guns!" The cautious voice of the pair tried to heed, almost seeming leader-like on his command."Who cares if it can! I got a lock on its missiles." The brash, spirited one calls in as your senses tingle upon it "[b]Say goodbye, Coordie Scum![/b]"The Garrus Kai only has three shots, accounting for the mounted three batteries on its magazine, only being able to be extracted and charged back when sortieing back to resupply.[i]You have three shots.[/i][i][b]Suffice to say, You must make them count.[/b][/i]>Roll 2d100
Rolled 12, 75 = 87 (2d100)>>6306865Damn this is tense. I hope we can recover from that nat 1...
Rolled 14, 19 = 33 (2d100)>>6306865Lock in, Moon.
Rolled 50, 58 = 108 (2d100)>>6306865
>>6306865>>6306868>>6306880>>6306969You act, naturally, at first only through sheer instinct at the deadly situation surrounding you.>One: 50 (Minour Success)And the kickback you get from the recoil of the shot is not as noticeable as the lights surrounding you flickering, The Moebius even with a tuned-up engine having struggled with letting that shot through.And yet, It made its objective clear.The Moebius' flinch as the shot goes through, their planned shooting interrupted as two gunpods are trapped in the beam discharge, their lock-on lost from the violent kick of the Ion Cannon onto your machine-."No way in hell-?!" The leader maneuvered as you started moving forwards in shunted bursts, their vulcans beginning fire on your armoured Hull as you struggled to beat off their chase "Get out of their firing line and by my side Toledo! That one can-?!"You gritted your teeth as three gunpods appeared in your front, locking-in to your cockpit as you tried to maneuver off their direction as they began following you."Don't care! This scumbag's going down one way or another!" You maneuvered once again programming another shot as you saw your way blocked off by a Nelson class just as the gunpods reared again-!>Two : 75 (Minour Success)You struggle, the pushback being far more violent as it fought your previous momentum-.But the Nelson Class receives the hit dead-ahead, the recoil even managing to incinerate one of the Gunpods blocking your way, if not to get hit even more with vulcan-fire on your hull, slight structural integrity alarms blaring on and off as the energy cycling of the Moebius' battery became faulty."Damn it, The Polk is down!" The pursuer calls out as you notice the gunpods retreating."Toledo! HQ and Natte is reporting moonside breaching! Bail out of this-!?" The leader tries to command ahead of their wingman as you-.Your reaction to keep moving forwards is phased off-put as the lights in your cockpit go dead. emergency routing going online as your Regular Moebius cameras are all but blocked by the extra equipment-.Except from frontwards, Your Pursuer, missing all but one of their gunpods boosting ahead."You're dead meat, I called it!">Roll 1d100
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>6307249pull through!
Rolled 27 (1d100)>>6307249
Rolled 100 (1d100)>>6307249we need a good one now
>>6307337lmao
>>6307337That's insane, lmao.The Gundam protag bonus finally kicking in?
>>6307249>>6307255>>6307291>>6307337You almost freeze, your machine's battery struggling to run as it is from the Ion Cannon's demands.As well as the Moebius-Zero now currently flying straight-ahead for you, cockpit exposed and any sort of targeting-avoidance system offline from the power surge-.You cannot escape as it is, the orange Mobile Armour already charging its railgun for a burst fire that could hit you through your armour-.You grit your teeth as you handle your targeting controls in strady hands, a Thrill running behind your back as you account for your options in such a scant moment of time.It has to be this way. Despite everything telling you it is over.>THREE. = 100 (Critical Success)
>>6307497Toledo Crosshaw had survived everything the war had thrown at him despite his irregular situation as a frontline assault team. Facing against machines with far higher specs than the Alliance was willing to admit.He was skilled, but also... Determined, by everything that had transcurred into the war.Having lost many close to him from the ails of the April Fools Catastrophe, Toledo had quickly racked up to enlist themselves into the Atlantic Federation's military forces, quickly joining into the Alliance.And discovering that somehow, he wasn't just a weirdly confident weirdo growing up, as he became a founding member of the Spatial-Awareness Corps under the sign NT-2.That... Didn't last as their first ever deployment under the third fleet had ended in disaster, Himself almost dying and... One of them perishing in the engagement.The Alliance's spatial-awareness training was bolstered by a move from the Eurasian Federation, but it was often met with ridicule and apathy that such hopes were placed in radical evolution theories just to fight the Coordinator Ideology.Toledo was reassigned NT-8 after recovering, The Alliance deciding that it could not phase the optics of their specialized troops of renown having casualties mirroring the rest of their forces.So he just... Got a new number and embraced as a new recruit, coming to learn that in just Two months. More than 7 pilots had died in the line of duty and been covered up with numbers.Coming to learn that the only founding members left were the previous Lieutenant, Apollo Spencer and Mu La Flaga.It was... Immoral for such apathy to be expected... But what can you do against the menace of these genetically-engineered monsters?So he got down to it... Watching even more die under his watch as the gallardoned 5-man Spatial-Awareness Corps of 3rd space fleet hid a corpse trail unbeknownst to the rest of the Alliance forces.So he had took a special offense to seeing a Modified Moebius being used against them, A crude mockery of the sacrifices of many just to cram it full of weaponry and send it off at his general direction.And yet... Something clicked within his gut as he engaged lock with the Red Moebius' cockpit, preparing to scuttle it with his railgun as he widened his eyes.Despite the losses and the cover-up, Toledo knew far too well that the Alliance had a far, far bigger expected pool of Spatially-aware recruits. It was how they managed to quietly reshuffle numbers into the 3rd Space Fleet without notice...And this pilot... It felt just like one of them.
>>6307497[ https://files.catbox.moe/al8lvc.mp3 ]Mu had fought off the custom-classed GINN as best as he could, Alongside Jamil, having resupplied and gotten effective repairs at the surface of Endymion base.He and the Rookie pilot were maneuvering across the battlefield, launching off targeting beacons from an improvised connection port at ships and MS in hopes that the targeting crew of the orbital defense cannons of Endymion base could lay into them-.Unfortunately, it doesn't go quite as expected as both pilots are assailed by an Orange GINN and their squadron."Mu, on your six!" Jamil snaps awake the blonde pilot from their instinctual groove as Mu pirouettes their MS away from a volley of leg-missiles!"You'd think they'd learn to scatter after two downs!" The blonde pilot snarks as an adrenaline high washes over them, proximity beginning to leak comms chatter from the pursuing team."-For Hunter and Arisu! Hunt down those Alliance dogs before they attach more of those damned bugs onto the Gram!" A whiney yet cocky voice commands the rest of the Team as Jamil struggles evading their combined machinegun fire."My gunbarrels are Dry! I'm turning to the Nottingham, you finish this blue one!" Jamil commanded, confidence beginning to show its face ahead as the situation's pressure is properly channeled into a battle-high.Mu only affirmed with a hum as he busied themselves with placing more tracking bugs onto the Ship, finding it odd how it could be actively generating enough N-Jammer interference so as to not be picked up by the cannons-.Well, until he doubled back across of it, ready to plant one to it-.And noticing a Red Moebius with a large MS Beam weapon strapped to its sides.
>>6307497 You fire... And it goes dark.You feel an odd sensation upon your skin as the last beam connects with the Moebius, disintegrating the hull of the machine as well as its cockpit.As it splits apart into scrap, main battery exploding in a green-broiled flame."Toledo!" The leader calls out as your dark cockpit is the only thing that you can see, your comms blaring out an automatic distress signal.That shot could have shorted the battery of the Moebius, damn it!You're a sitting duck as of now, and what if-."Get the hell out! Spencer we got company!" A voice calls in as you hear the hums of Moebius thrusters rushing out of the way...Before your craft is grasped ahead, comms established ahead as a small screen lights up.Captain Aiman at its side, not looking pleased "So you skulk out of the formation just to-?!"His anger however, subsists as he listens in to something else, muttering a quiet yet still audible what as he seems to change his tune."We're hauling the heavy gear off you, Get your Mobile Armour checked in the Gram. Join us for the assault at the base after you're given the clear." His tone is... Somewhat more respectful, as you arc an eyebrow to what could it possibly mean.And yet, as you're receiving a recharge at the Gram, you start trying to reign in your thoughts, Servicing being done to your Moebius as patchwork repairs to its hull and a resupply yet-now-lighters loadout of weaponry is assembled...It leaves you to think of what else is going on as your nerves can't shake off a feeling of uncertainty after shooting that Moebius down.>The Raid down upon Endymion Base, How could it be going?>The rest of the Moebius-Zeroes. You can't shake that uncertainty.>The Command of Endymion Base, with the defenses rebuffed to this level... What could they be planning?
>>6307500>The rest of the Moebius-Zeroes. You can't shake that uncertainty.I guess that showed our resolve to Aiman.
>>6307500>The rest of the Moebius-Zeroes. You can't shake that uncertainty.
>>6307518I liked these updates quite a bit OP. Made me go back and re-read the quest up to now.I'm really curious how all this is gonna shake out after the battle, even though the battle itself is already crazy. Will we finally get to be called Moon by our peers? How's the alliance gonna respond to a defector fighting them? Ah, there's so much juicy stuff to come, I can just imagine it!And in the battle itself we've already downed a ship and enemy combatant, so who knows what else we'll get up to here to boost our accolades.
Rolled 34, 44 = 78 (2d100)>>6307500>>6307518>>6307791[Toledo Crosshaw has died.]The reality of the situation hits the remaining Spatial-Awareness Corps as their leader slams their fist onto the catwalk railing of the improvised mechanics bay of the Nottingham."That damned Coordinator with the Moebius!" He yells out, the rest of the team shaken at their exasperated reaction "I told him to mind his distance after they shot that mammoth gun and now-!"Mu is the first one to however, dial them down, stepping to their side as he firmly holds their shoulder "Spencer, Hold it together. We can't afford to split our focus on objectives like Endymion HQ is telling us to."Something that the lone woman in the group scoffed at, as they floated down into the fray "Easy for you to say, ZAFT's got a clear touchdown to the surface of the moon and we haven't been able to do jack to their ships! Who knows if they'll come with reinforcements?" Cruz seemed hopeless about the situation "I'm hearing the Eurasian and East Asian forces are preparing to rout. Maybe if we wing for their retrea-."That plan seemed sensible, with the Vesalius-Class coming close to the Moon, enough to properly set a siege to its underground installations. Endymion's mounting losses meant it might as well be forfeit to the advancing ZAFT.Yet...Jamil stepped up forth "We can't abandon everyone who's died for the defense of the Moon! You guys know if ZAFT gets a foothold on the satellite, they can broaden their militaries to Moscow, D.C and Hong Kong if they wished to!"And... Jamil wasn't wrong that the proximity to the satellite would allow ZAFT to attempt rushes into the Alliance's capital cities in a campaign to force capitulation.Case in point, there was only a sense of dissolution amongst the spatial-awareness Corps priorities of living to fight another day and the potential implications of ZAFT destroying and holding part of the Moon.That came to change as the Nottingham rumbled, shaking the crew around the catwalk as the faint hold of Gravity takes its weight."We've... Received orders to close down into Sub-Orbital defense of Endymion base, Spatial-Awareness Corps are on standby. The 3rd space fleet has been ordered to defend Endymion to the last man."
>>6308725The order was simple.What wasn't simple was the fact that, in just two hours of prolonged fighting and with a force vastly inferior in number to that of the Alliance's...>Sortie Flight = 34 (Minour Failure)ZAFT was to be victorious in its efforts across the area of Endymion CraterJamil cries out, having been grazed by machine-gun fire from the formation of Mobile Suits he couldn't reliably shake off."Cruz Celeste! NT-11, Launching!" And the belatedly hastily repaired Moebius of the only woman in the Spatial-Awareness Corps sorties back, the battleship it had been using blowing up in the low atmosphere of the moon as its fractured scrap started free-falling to the surface."Jamil, watch your Sevens!" Spencer quickly freed up the rookie pilot from the pressure he had been exerted to as he and Mu's Moebius-Zero dispersed the GINN's following, shooting one of them down in the process."T-Thanks-!?" Jamil cut themselves short as parts of the fortress' revealed exterior had been struck by D-Type munitions from ZAFT's advanced guard "Damn it! They're really rocking it with everything they've got!"And the Rookie Pilot continued to fly around the area, engaging nd disengaging with ZAFT forces as he attempted to divert them from properly breaching into the base's underground tunnels.Little did he know that a Black CGUE was already prowling by the surface, managing to come out completely unscathed between the chaos as their mono-eye turned to the other Mobile Suit following it."We will be there soon, Fleuret. We must seize the opportunity to strike at them in the underbelly of the beast"As the GINN High-Maneuver type of Rau Le Creuset skulked their way inside Endymion Base, Fleur DesLisle seemed to hesitate upon the action of deserting the operation as designed by the experienced staff of the Gram.But a sense of loyalty to their commander dispelled that hesitation as they proceeded to distract from Le Creuset's entry, beginning to fire at the Mistral and Moebius Mobile Armours as they pull their attention away from the open entry intrusion
>>6309498It's go time, Again.And yet, as you get slight praises over taking down a battleship and...A Moebius-Zero from the Spatial-Awareness Corps.You readied up a rifle into one of your manipulator arms as your machine's cockpit lights up.Right ahead to a flare being lit up by the advancing Freikugel, Signalling its MS squads redeploying as you're launched from the Vesalius' catapult!"Frieden Moon, Moebius Red Jacket, joining Aiman squad!" Hailing ahead as Torres and Aiman Squad release in formation, you square ahead to your formation behind the line of GINN'sBut something feels incredibly off->Turret Beacons = 44 (Minour Failure)As defenses popped up in close proximity of the ZAFT ships, suddenly alarming you as CIWS fire started shelling above the surface!You avoided them, quickly, somehow... Perceptibly.These are Automated, so why-?!Your musing is broken as stray fire clips ahead of Captain Torres, his GINN ripping in half from the high-caliber shells before exploding, leaving the remaining two unmarked GINNS directionless-."Torres!" Captain Aiman called out for their fallen officer, before stifling his feelings "Olor! Matthew! On my formation! Shoot off the beacons attached to the ships!"You noticed them previously, but to consider they're only just activating-?!Commands were quickly called your way, as the team dispersed to cover as much ground as possible.>Along with Aiman, destroy the turrets upon the surface of the moon.>Ayon and you are sent over towards the approaching Laurasia-vessels, himself already beelining towards the Salamander.>Sent off on your own from proximity and thrust speed, You're to defend the Gram from its focused barrage.>With the rest of the squad, and as a resupply unit with your MA, guard everyone else from any assault by Alliance forces!
>Along with Aiman, destroy the turrets upon the surface of the moon.
>>6309499>Along with Aiman, destroy the turrets upon the surface of the moon.
>>6309499>>6309528>>6309636>>6309643As Aiman commanded away various members of the remaining pilot squad of the Freikugel, you quickly pull in ahead for them, Aimain lifting a D-Type missile pod from your hull and tossing it to his wingman as he rallied ahead."Maverick, Black-Band! On me! We're taking down these turrets!" You hailed a roger to that order, manipulating a missile-pod in your other manipulator arm as you boosted forth from Aiman's position!He didn't call you back, but then again, taking automated turrets just led by targeting beacons only involved not stepping into their line-of-fire.Now, of course, that wasn't all that was to be involved as a port in the moon-base opens upMistral Mobile Armours deployed out in desperation, opening fire with their vulcan cannons blindly as you start sidelining and evading their fire as you grit your teeth.No way they ran out of Moebius within the base?! And even unmodified without cannons?You grit your teeth at the desperate maneuvers before readying to comply with your objective.Right as two Orange Moebius pinged into your sensors.
Rolled 93, 24 = 117 (2d100)>>6310046You readied to deal with them, before explosions from the Mistral unit deployed ahead of you managed to distract you!"Natural Dogs! Not even able to lay down and die without putting this pathetic attempt to fight back!" Aiman called out as he reloaded their machine-gun "Black-Band! Do your trick against the orange wasps!"And as he calls out the positioning of the Spatial-Awareness corps. So it is that they start moving ahead towards your three-man unit, Maverick and Aiman dispersing themselves away from the range of their gunpods as they start putting precise volleys at the automated defenses.Leaving you to deal with the two Moebius-Zero as you-!"You! You're the one who killed Toledo!" A faint chill runs along your spine as that voice, young and yet resounding with a desperate anger-.You charged ahead to dodge the spray of gunpods from one of them, immediately proximity to their comms line as you heard chastising."He's read you like a book, Rookie! Be more elaborate with your gunbarrel lines!" A woman's voice retorted as they too sprayed two of their gunbarrels, readying to fire at you from odd angles as you held your wits to their strategies.With a rifle in one manipulator and a 3-rocket missile pod in the other, you'll have to do with trying to distract or shake them off enough that you can proceed on shooting the automated turrets.Or hold them off enough for Aiman and Maverick to cover the flank.>Roll 3d100-10
Rolled 98, 66, 39 - 10 = 193 (3d100 - 10)>>6310054Hopefully that 93's on our side...
Rolled 44, 56, 60 - 10 = 150 (3d100 - 10)>>6310054Ooooo, we got lots to handle this time. Let's go!
Rolled 95, 35, 55 - 10 = 175 (3d100 - 10)>>6310054zam, at least their 2nd roll was dogshit>>6310070nice 98
>>6310054>>6310070>>6310080>>6310126Gritting your teeth, you accelerate out of lock-on range as you close the distance with one of the Moebius, firing a volley of shots from your machine gun in an attempt to graze it and potentially damaging its engines.A technique seemingly reading off your own movements as the other pilot positioned themselves behind you, pincering you from your target and their wingman as you maintain a hot pursuit.You evade Gunbarrel fire yet find yourself almost struggling to commit to nailing a direct shot upon the Moebius-Zero in front of you... Until an idea sparks upon your head>Rocket distraction = 88 (Majour Success)You engage your rocket pod, turning off the aim assisting software as you engage a small little trick of diversion as you follow a hunch from your instinct.Firing two rockets out while keeping tethered on their wire guiding-system and then accelerating the custom Moebius' thrust!"Jamil! He's catching up to me! How much power does that-?!" The pilot in front of you panics as they deploy their gunbarrels, struggling to keep a steady aim as they attempt to run out of the effective range of your machine-gun and the approaching missiles-.And yet that isn't the intent.Looking at the projectile radar quickly, you do a loop releasing the missiles on your wiring as they fly in an erratic pattern, yet, predicted ahead as they strike two gunpods from your pursuer, a smoke-screen having been created by the explosion!"Jamil!" as the woman calls out, you finish your loop, brandishing your rifle as you heeded the chase!>Open Fire = 56 (Minout Success)You yell out, as your adrenaline starts peaking off you, letting a full barrage of machinegun rounds towards the Moebius as it is forced to dodge around, nevertheless grazed by the hail of lead going its way as it attempts to fight back!Narrowly dodging aside a Railgun burst with a pirouette, you decided to continue ahead now that you could focus-.Yet the click of your machine-gun dispels that notion, right as the other Moebius-Zero flies off from the smoke-cloud, its remainig barrels going unnoticed as they circle across you.
>>6310054Endymion Base was expansive, it was a requirement in order for its active functionality as a ship dockyard base and the complex machinery running it to function.That expansiveness is what allowed Rau Le Creuset's High-Maneuver GINN to peruse it under the cover of its red alarm lights.His objective was simple, find and gut the military chain of command head and capitulate Endymion through a single rip of bloodshed.Or so, he was intending to mention as he followed the large hallways, frost starting to permeate from punctures into the structure of the base and the humidity within.An unbecome limitation of the Cyclops Life-Support system in the base."He's over here!" Rau flinched, his senses quickly feeling out a faint thread of connection as the words he had vaguely heard within his own mind got closer and closer.It was a good attempt to sneak in as it is.But he didn't mind the bloodshed that would come as he set their machine to standard-operation mode, abandoning all pretense of stealth.
>>6310054>>6310473>Moebius Sensor Arrays = 24 (Majour Failure)Spencer was unsure why he even was following Mu all the way over here... But he trusted his judgement as the comrade he had stuck through thick and thin.But a Mobile suit even managing to sneak inside of Endymion was ridiculous, not with the battle raging over the surface"Sensors are busted from the N-Jammer interference, and I don't think the camera network from HQ is working if the structure's getting iced." Spencer groaned, seemingly all his options to confirm it besides relying on his partner being exhausted "We need to get back to Cruz and Natte, This was-."Mu's immediate rebuttal was unexpected from his usual confident poise "No! This is-! This is different... You Remember when we were on Yggdrasil? Before the whole spatial-awareness corp?"Having both come from Career soldier families, their service having involved that battle in something as fragile as a Mistral was deemed miraculous for their own survival in it and yet...The slight dread in Mu's tone disconcerted Spencer "Yeah, I do... Why are we abandoning our orders to check inside the base for it?"The question reflected off Mu as he checked his corner "There was this white Mobile Suit... One of their aces, this sounds crazy but... I felt a connection with that pilot"That wasn't... What he expected.And a lot of people would call that idiotic, because the tenets of spatial-awareness theory would make Coordinators unfit from an evolutionary stand-point given how they are engineered. Unable to develop the mutations.And yet... For an Atlantic Federation officer, that Info could be doubtful to consider fact. Coordinator gene-therapy wasn't exactly as exact a science as they or the alliance claimed to be and slight Mutations and imperfections were perfectly natural and expected of the system.While overall superior... They weren't perfect. And that could, in theory, allow some of them to develop the right senses for Spatial-Awareness."Alright, I get it... And he's here?" Spencer stifled a curse upon this advancing force even managing to infiltrate the base itself but nevertheless kept their eyes and senses peeled open."It goes beyond that... The fire at my estate." Spencer raised an eyebrow as Mu delved into the event of his life that he personally didn't want to broaden up much on "I felt that same connection right then and there"That's bizarre... Absurd even.But they do say fate has a curious way of repeating itself."Oi! Spencer! La Flaga!" Command HQ called out as both pilots hailed back "Why're you both at the Command Center and not-!""Mu noticed an intruder, we're searching for them as we speak, Grand Admiral Masyaf. I understand the pressure, but they could strike vital areas if we don't find them." Spencer quickly took the initiative and any responsibility that may befall negatively upon him as the Admiral... Sighed back.
>>6310054>>6310474"This base is compromised as it is... I can't justify this bloodshed on my record and to the public, We're Evacuating."So that's the order to retreat... Spencer could already feel Cruz's womanly intuition having already predicted the tide of battle."Apollo! The wall!">Killstrike = 93 + 20 (113, Majour Success)The wall collapsed in whole, A Mobile Suit of spiked proportions and refined thrusters coming out of it as its heavy blade, affixed as a Bayonet to its rifle swung downwards towards his craft.There was nothing he could do, caught in the surprise of it all.But there was one thing Apollo Spencer had sensed before being smashed and bisected by the large bayonet.A gunshot, resounding over the HQ's signal
>>6310472>>6310126>>6310080>>6310070Gritting your teeth and evading Gunpod fire, you toss away your spent rifle and fetch a fresh one from your hull, ready to fire back at any moment of respite from their coordinated barrage.As the other Moebius-Zero joins in you start to struggle, their coordinated firing lanes somehow leading you all over but-.Noticeably moving into one direction, as a thrill runs behind your spine, making you realize you're heading towards one of the Auto-cannons firing line!>One rocket in the chamber = 50 (Minour Success)You shoot off the last remaining rocket in your rocketpod, disentangling the wire-guiding system and discarding it as the pod's shot off by gunbarrel fire, its remaining propellant fuel igniting into an explosion that rocks you away from the turret-fire-.And enough to confirm visually as the errant missile strikes the turret, immediately clearing your flight path as you disengage from the fight!"Nice Work, Natural!" Aiman comments ahead to you in pride-.Until an explosion rocks the battlefield from afar.[ https://files.catbox.moe/ggp0j6.mp3 ][ Apollo Spencer has died. ]"The Beowulf!" Aiman yells out, the destroyed Laurasia class beginning to descend into the surface of the moon.As you heard a wayward scream from within your own ears, turning aside towards it as a Moebius-Zero charges you."Apollo's dead! Damned ZAFT! I'm done running off from you all!" You're stunned, a burst of foreign stimuli overwhelming your senses as the Womanly voice continues howling out in righteous anger.As you're faced with an uncanny sense of dread upon you, the MS team already assembling to your location as you gripped your controls.You know you can do it... You believe in it, but can you really do what it takes?>Shoot down the pilot before they become a danger to you.>Attempt to forcibly disable the Moebius, shooting its gunpods and engines.>Disengage and leave it to Aiman and their squad, focus on the other vessels before they're shot down.>Write-in
>>6310477>Attempt to forcibly disable the Moebius, shooting its gunpods and engines.This is a tougher challenge though.
>>6310477>Shoot down the pilot before they become a danger to you.
>>6310477>Shoot down the pilot before they become a danger to you
Rolled 35, 65 = 100 (2d100)>>6310477>>6310706>>6310749>>6311512You yoke out of the way of a burst of railgun fire, affixing your stronger engines to disengage from the battle.Because something in this Moebius is... Unnerving you, as it detaches its gunbarrels and tries to line you up for vulcan-fire.Its stray shots are precise, yet the armour in your hull, even patched up rudimentarily manages to hold off from it not managing to strike repeatedly.And the problems kept piling up as the Other Moebius moved in to try and coordinate with your engaged pursuer, readjusting as you try and fetch a GINN grenade launcher-.Before Aiman's orange GINN cuts them off, slicing one of the cords of their gunbarrels and kicking them away from in front of your flight path as he engaged it away from your battle-."That's the explosives!" Calling out suddenly, you heard a woman's voice from within your ears as you recoiled, turning on a dime to face off against the Moebius."Begone from this world, Monster!"You trust yourself in this you really do...But now you've got to pull the trigger and seal the deal of your defection, effective immediately.>Roll 2d100-10
Rolled 86, 4 - 10 = 80 (2d100 - 10)>>6311562Defector defector...
Roll roll roll
Rolled 64, 17 - 10 = 71 (2d100 - 10)>>6311562
Rolled 73, 100 - 10 = 163 (2d100 - 10)>>6311562rolling>>6311706anon, where are they ?
>>6311711Endymion is our lucky place it seems.
Rolled 33, 40 - 10 = 63 (2d100 - 10)>>6311562
>>6311562>>6311647>>6311708>>6311711This uncomfortable feeling of dread all over your body...It ceases as you take control of your craft, resolved in doing your part to ZAFT.>Dogfight Maneuvers = 76 (Minour Success)You boost ahead firing one grenade from your manipulator's and shooting it prematurely with a shot of your rifle!Creating an effective smoke-screen as the Moebius-Zero dives under it, expecting the shot to scatter shrapnel in front of it-.As you take your chances and begin your assault properly, shooting out at one of their gunbarrel pods with burst-fire as it is ruptured through, exploding away from them as their wire-thin cable reels in the female pilot grunting away within comms."Jamil! Get out of here and meet Mu!" They call out as you notice their partner attempting to breach in through Aiman and his escort, deploying their wire-anchor ahead as it hitches onto the unmarked GINN's chest as it rips away its cockpit armour!"I'm not! Lieutenant Celeste, I-!" The younger pilot called out before letting out a battle cry-.As the Pilot within the GINN is pulverized by the Railgun shot from the orange Mobile Armour, their MS exploding away as Lieutenant Aiman calls out the pilot's name.No... Damnit, why can't they just give up or run?!As you rack the Grenade launcher to cycle its chamber, focusing onto the Moebius as it attempts a counter-attack.Deploying its remaining two gunbarrels before letting out a full barrage "Just Die! Die! Die!"
>>6313304Cruz Celeste was someone who had thought, a time before, that Natural and Coordinator were just misunderstood between each other.That point was heavily challenged by ZAFT's capture of her homeland of Morocco.And the soon switching lucks of the Eurasian Alliance's holdings in North Africa coming to the point it could even reasonably threten the Mediterranean if given a moment to reconvene their losses.Disastrous as the capture of Egypt had been... Coming this close to dying and not heeding her own philosophy of not pushing it...But she didn't have a choice, it was... Spur of the moment, but justified by her brief but meaningful time with the Spatial-Awareness corps.A bond to their commander that challenged any regular notions of relationships and surpassed any distance and explanation.A bond that ultimately... Led her to know precisely the moment he died within Endymion BaseDodging another volley from the Red Moebius, that strange sense of familiarity with their movements and articulation went far-beyond the fact this Coordinator seemed almost trained the same way you all did as Aces...Something's off, like they are calling out and repelling all the senses you're dedicating to reading their movementsIt couldn't be... Spatial-Awareness cannot be manifested in coordinators. The theories don't match up!And yet... Why can you faintly feel them?!
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>6311562>ZAFT intrusion = 35 (Minour Failure)Ayon's GINN thrusted ahead as they claimed another kill on the modified Mistral spacepods as they threw away their heavy blade, impact and heat from all the battery explosions it had been involved in having warped its dull edge into a blunt implement."Natural dogs! Ready for the slaughter!" They call out, the intensity of combat getting to them as another explosion rocks their battlefield!As the Salamander's bridge is blown open by the impact of an alliance's ship, the vessel careening down into the Moon's surface"Noooooo!" and the Green GINN having joined Ayon yells out in whelmed impotence, immediately locking their machine's mono-eye to the Agammenon class defending the base."Flambe, Wait!" And as Ayon called out, the Green GINN boosts out, seeking revenge for their fallen battleship as the unmarked GINN followed along.A moment in the battlefield where the red-haired pilot avoided stray vulcan shots, cannon-fire and space-vessel fire, dodging and using the increasing-in-number ship scrap to pass along them as the two Mobile Suits close-by to the ship-.Just as Flambe stabs straight through the bridge with their blade, jamming it through as they shoot repeateadly at the top fuselage of the Agammenon, boosting away just in time as its reactor blows up."Marth, You dumb-!?" Ayon was about to chastise their friend, until suddenly a sharp jab sensation hit him at the nape of their neck, making them look downward-.As an Auto-turret lined up towards the Green GINN, ripping fire straight towards them as Ayon stood still.As the Green GINN is ripped across their chest, exploding in a pink haze-."Maaaaaarth!"
>>6311562Mu la Flaga could barely fight for his own life in the large-yet-cramped spaces within Endymion Base.Apollo was dead and who knows what hell is raising up over the surface of the moon. This was an advance force.He had no way to confirm that, but he just knew it as a hunch after that damned GINN showed its face again.Keeping his eyes peeled and focused for any ping in his radar as he delved even deeper into the lunar base.And noticing one section of the base's walls visibly damp, despite the temperature of space and the breaches.Mu sweat cold, given the proximity to the Cyclops system he had found himself in within the...->Connection = 65 + 15 (80, Majour Success)[ https://files.catbox.moe/ica03w.mp3 ]Bastard!Mu shot their craft's railgun blindly upon a corner, The GINN having waited in prowl by the corner of it caught completely by surprise as it tried to dodge.The shot piercing through their protruding leg thrusters as the GINN's forced to detach them manually as they explode within the base!"Don't think you can run off and hide again!" Mu called out towards it, suddenly acknowledging the performance speed of their mobile suit dropping substantially after that shot, even as it tried to cover its get-away with shots from its rifle.Which... Leads you to recalling something you saw by the corner of your eye as you followed pursuits.Normal Suits skulking away from the chase, heading further into the Cyclops system chamber.
>>6313304>>6311647>>6311708>>6311711They're persistent, skilled even.But as you rack the last grenade in your grenade launcher and take your aim true towards the front of its maneuvers.>Trailed detonation = 100 Just as all their moves seemed accounted for, as you shot ahead of them"That can't-!? He's one of-!" the voice of a woman trailed into your ears, psyching you out of the groove you had stepped into as-.The Moebius-Zero implodes upon contact with your last explosive munition.[ Cruz Celeste has died. ]"Cruz! Noooo!" A younger, Louder voice boomed between your ears, suddenly stunning you as-.As combat flares came from afar."The reinforcements from Lorentz are here!" Commander Aiman calls out as the Orange Moebius manages to escape them "No matter! Mongrel! We've got you all-!"The auto-turrets upon the surface of the moon go offline as a hailed message even pings upon your comms system."Do not abandon your posts, defend Endymion Base to the last man...?" reading the codified message... It doesn't make sense.They're putting it all on a last stand just when a fresh force has arrived?And yet, you don't go unnoticed as the remainder of the MS battalion crowds around you."Did the natural just take down another of the orange ones?""That can't be... But maybe it's not such a fluke he's with us""Hey! I know the guy in that! He's with Aiman Squad at the Freikugel!"There's... A lot of radio talk as the base's surface defense recedes inwards...But...It can't be all positive, given your situation As Ayon rounded back into the fray, the small allotted time to lick one's wounds quickly letting you know he's being followed by the remains of the Salamander's piloting crew and the lifeboats they're carrying...[ Marth Flambe has died. ]Along with a Green GINN missing from their fray.
>>6313312Miguel Aiman had been recalled as prompt repairs and resupply were administered to their GINN as well as the rest of their unit.And... As per doctrine tradition, The Freikugel and the remaining ships in the Galvani and the Gram involved in the crushing forward attack would be relieved from duty.But such a legendarily monumental occasion has all two captains and some of your fellow squad commanders reconsidering at the glory they're about to experience.And yet... This meeting was addressing why only Two captains agreed."To rush into Mobile Suit combat... Even with a top-of-the-line Machine, Le Creuset is far too unpredictable." As the Captain of the Gram admonished the XO acting-Captain Adres upon the Galvani's missing captain."I... Understand that he is missing in order to formalize our push, but we can certainly continue ahead regardless-."Aiman coughs for a second, standing out between the video-conversation as the last remaining commander in the Freikugel."Well, you are suggesting we break procedure first... I assume you want the exploits of the Gram remembered for something as significant as the capture of Endymion..." Aiman trailed away as his Captain remained silent, as if awaiting for how they'd react to the Star of Dawn's suggestion."No one would ask in case something's amiss if we make it, No?"That answer... Seemed to move ahead as the Gram's captain caressed their beard."We'll be preparing post-haste after our technician team blows the cover from the base. Report Le Creuset as Missing in Action."Fredrik Adres had been through a lot by the side of Rau Le Creuset, serving as early as CE 66. He did not imagine how his life would change from being a police commissioner in Aprilius City.And... He felt like as much as they connected as comrades-in-arms, he knew nothing of the man who had adopted the mask. The white phantom.To mark him as MiA... It wouldn't have come to them, even as he excused themselves to participate with the forward troops.Yet a pistol cocked its hammer back as Adres moved to do as instructed by the Gram... He understood precisely who it was even without looking."Lieutenant Fleuret." Fredrik responded, suppressing the panic creeping up to them from being held at gunpoint "I understand you've probably been the last person to hold contact with the Captain but-.""He's alive. I know of it."The cold tone quickly clued in Adres about the... Less-than-facef plans in order to come up-top of tricky engagements.It was war, he didn't doubt that much so long as his crew and his person could remain alive at any and all costs.But this time, it was different when Le Creuset himself didn't inform his XO about it"Where are they, DesLisle?" The pistol was pulled back as the woman watched upon the action-plan the Gram had forwarded all remaining ships with."Endymion Base."
>>6313329It was inevitable that many of the people you'd know would find their end.A deadly, hallowed nature of war.Yet as the brief moment of silence for the losses of up to seven of your whole sixteen pilot roster come to be...None of it seemed to phase Ayon as they kicked upon the wall of the pilot-prep room.You'd already knew better than to bother Ayon when he's this stressed but... Something's different about him given the entire situation.You can't blame him, it's difficult to consider a young redcoat ace dying in the battlefield, but Ayon was certainly far closer to the departed 15 year-old than you were.And yet...The airlock slides open as it reveals Aiman eyeing the room with a frown."Seems our joyride together's come to an end." The Commander jovially explains away as everyone seemed to shuffle uncomfortably, save for Ayon and Yourself.Blinking twice at the oddly-worded statement while Ayon just glared intensely at your commander."So, it comes to us that our efforts guaranteed us the capture of Endymion, especially now that they're retreating inwards, possibly preparing for a united surrender." The confidence he used to defer to the current sit-rep seemed off-paced after everything that's gone on but... "However... Will that stop us, Honourable pilots of the Freikugel, from claiming the first shot of glory?"What?"Unfortunately," Aiman continued to call ahead as he picked the interest of a few pilots from that last drop "My machine's still being tinkered for all I've pushed it forth... One of you'll have to take the lead as commander."T-That... That's huge to just drop right over you all.>Posture yourself... After all, it's all for proving yourself.>Stay quiet and let Aiman choose or someone else posture themselves.>Wait a second... This feels wrong... But how or why eludes you... Bring it up regardless>Write-in
>Wait a second... This feels wrong... But how or why eludes you... Bring it up regardless
>>6313501>Wait a second... This feels wrong... But how or why eludes you... Bring it up regardless
Rolled 31, 12, 31 = 74 (3d100)>>6313501>>6313511>>6313513>>6313581It is an odd thing to just drop by, however.Because you have a faint feeling this goes... Against regulations, especially with how battered that opening strike has left you all."I... Aren't we supposed to be relieved-?" You asked, earnestly as some of your remaining pilot crew seemed to snap at that-.Until Ayon made his opinion more apparent.Rushing towards the captain they stretched their arm out in a punch, the Commander swaying to catch it just as beforehand a few hours ago...Except an odd feeling crawls across your spine as Ayon recoils back, turning his maddened punch into a feint in the nick of time as he efficiently swayed back into a shin-kick, Taking the Star of Dawn off-balance as they tumble into their back.Right upon Ayon belting one punch towards their cheek "You bastard! You're looking for glory of all things?!" Quickly enough, you scrambled along with two others breaking up the fight-.And noticing something as you struggle to pry the young redhead off him, another punch being released as he pushed you off.He's crying."You send us, Fresh Recruits, to certain death just for Glory?! My friend just died chasing that glory and you're saying it's worth-?!" Finally, you manage to pull them off alongside an older crewman. Pulling Ayon forcefully as he yelled out expletives to your commander.And as he wipes his bloodied lip, the Young redhead being taken off into the brig of the Freikugel... You notice something.Disappointment "What a shame, He would have been my top choice for an acting commander." as he glanced again to the rest of the room.Well, to say that Ayon's words weren't demoralizing would be lying, but it certainly put into perspective onto a few of them as they seemed less sure upon deploying once again."Hmnn" as the Commander hummed, flicking a bang of his own blonde hair aside "I understand if any of you want to remain on standby, the Captain agreed to the move but the Freikugel's repairs ought to take priority." So... That cut down the prospects to...Just you and three other men from the recently-disbanded Torres Team, beginning to start to descend into the lunar base as you couldn't help but be eerily warned as you notice the rest of the equally small teams.In particular, the Galvani's being led by a Black CGUE>Roll 2d100
Aw shit now good
Rolled 29, 95 = 124 (2d100)>>6313822zam
Rolled 8, 92 = 100 (2d100)>>6313822bam
Rolled 56, 7 = 63 (2d100)>>6313822Into the breach
>>6313501>Skirmish = 31 + 10 (41, Minour Failure)Le Creuset reloaded his GINN's rifle as he eased their rapidly beating heart, keeping cool as his Normal Suit's systems dry out the bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.Last cartridge of the experimental ammunition...Yet, that faint connection kept him on edge, as the flying Moebius trailed beside him, narrowly missing them as they flew past.Le Creuset was someone who always took chances upon the battlefield, usually in the hope that they would turn favourably upon him.Unfortunately, Luck upon the stars did not seem to favour him as this infiltration turned awry... Although, not without some benefit.>Skirmish Damage = 31 + 10 (41, Minour Failure)Mu could tell already that he couldn't follow that Ace as it is as he did a cursory check on his status panel.Down to two Gunbarrels and running short on munitions on them, not to mention the grazing hits some of the main fuselage's got...Even more pressing was the announcement that got you... Slightly considering just finding a way out.This battle is as good as lost, so why is Command so insistent on fighting it to the last man?A question to ponder on later as Mu noticed an allied signature coming on ahead."Jamil?" as the NT-13 IFF showed up on their sensors, Mu moved in to see them at a hurried distance.Right on to catch the Lone Moebius-Zero being serviced by mechanics from the battered flagship of the 3rd Space Fleet. The Nottingham's hull being covered in scorch-marks and ruptures from the intense fighting.And being hailed quickly by the bridge as soon as they spotted them, Mu getting through the motions of unboarding their Mobile Armour as he moved towards the open hatches of the Flagship.And turned across to the bridge to find their grand admiral commanding their comms staff to get an answer from Endymion's command."Marrakesh wouldn't abandon their post like this, I know them. So why the hell is he not answering our retreat orders?!"Mu recalled the previous orders that the admiral of 3rd fleet had demanded but...It only took for Jamil's pink-eyed gaze and tired expression for Mu to get why.They were getting wiped out, and Command didn't even seem to care about it.
>>6313822>>6313878>>6313937>>6313978>Sensor output = 56 + 10 (66, Minour Success)You're in awe at the environs of Endymion base.The large structural corridors really denoting the base's history spanning as far back as before the calendar switch days of humanity... Even if they're frozen over, in parts.But awe has to hold as the lone GINN recon-type stopped "Oi, Black-Band" one of their pilots commanded ahead of you as their shoulder sensor arrays expanded "Heat signatures ahead, can you check in advance?"You arc your eyebrow, not sure if it's a terribly-out-of-place joke or an improvised way of getting you straight in danger by thrusting head-first into it...Until he explains themselves better by mentioning they're Mobile Suit heat signatures.Could the Alliance really have some of those? "Bullshit, Adamska. The only Mobile Suits around are ours and so far, we've called dibs on first intrusion." The other GINN's pilot complained as the sensor co-pilot of the Recon-Type chided."Maybe so, but they could be Mercenaries like the Salamander had encountered." You winced a bit at the remembrance of the fallen ship... And yet the Sensor-range specialist continued "Figures some of these Alliance top-brass have the capital to hire their own guards."As much as that were true or not... It didn't change that it was you who had to charge in and confirm that one.No use in complaining and wasting time, yet, carefully slugging a rifle into one of the Red Jacket's manipulators you scope ahead of it all.>??? Dettachment = 12 (Majour Failure)It was true as you managed to hide yourself amongst debris from Endymion's structure.There were GINN's clumsily making steps along the zero-gravity environment, using certainly customized weapons made by the Alliance as they bickered upon close comms."And they send us here to wipe out the trash?! Damn it! Why couldn't we deploy on the battlefield like Mr. Race Traitor here?!" One of them harrumphs as you take notice of the one GINN leading them-.Whereas all six behind them had erratic movements that seemed to clue in a lack of experience in maneuvering them... Much alike yours starting out-.The one in front deployed with certain skill and ease, the most curious thing about them being how it was painted in seemingly Parade colours of White, Blue, Yellow and Red.>Close Danger = 96 + 5 (101, majour success)They haven't noticed you, but you have to admit, this could be a prime opportunity for an ambush... Although, it could be better to try and side-line them and force the commanding officers to capitulate.>Take the shot and divert attention from your two escorts>Regroup back with the team and plan an ambush accordingly.>Regroup back with the team and try to fly around them, unnoticed.>Write-in
>>6314206>Regroup back with the team and plan an ambush accordingly.
>Regroup back with the team and plan an ambush accordingly.
>>6314206>>6314372>>6314489>>6314543You could challenge them right now, as you had briefly considered. Undoing the safety toggle of your rifle and lining up a targeting interface....But it was dangerous and in the end, the detachment of these captured GINNs and their oddly painted commander was about seven without counting the latter.Not good enough chances even with the element of surprise.Furtively avoiding them as you reported back to your small squad, you see the regular-type GINN kneeling upon the large corridor as their machine's hands examined...Bullet-caskets, littered around the surroundings, specifically some you don't recognize any weapon for having.Reporting in your sighting, the Sensor specialist in the recon-type seems to muse on the information "The walls have been weakened by the surface shelling and atmospheric frosting, we could try to pincer around them" Adamska passed up as their pilot swiftly denied it."Sensor arrays are fragile, and who knows what kind of firepower those alliance weapons may have? They're crude, but that Cannon from the Natural's spacecraft is solid enough to pierce through our armour." As the Pilot counterargumented.The other GINN let go of the caskets in their hand as they pushed on ahead, interrupting the tactical deliverance of the recon-type's operators as they racked their machine-gun.Seems about as much that they're going for the route you had charted to remain unseen... Now, hopefully. It'll go well.>Roll 2d100+15
Here we do
Rolled 66, 17 + 15 = 98 (2d100 + 15)>>6315286
Rolled 77, 92 + 15 = 184 (2d100 + 15)>>6315286
Rolled 47, 30 + 15 = 92 (2d100 + 15)>>6315286
Rolled 98, 40 = 138 (2d100)>>6315286>>6315355>>6315477>>6316253Approaching away into the iced large corridor, you take heed of the Recon type receding their sensor arrayed shoulders back in order to minimize their profile...Just... As the leading-GINN in the formation stops, having reached up to the still active signatures of the Alliance GINN's."Well then, Race Traitor? What're the orders?" One of the pilots comments out, sounding annoyed as a GINN's leg shudders "How the hell do you stabilize these devilish machines?!""They're still getting them from Endymion's command... These damn Coordies are filling up the base, so they better be quick so we can exfil." Another comments before one GINN turns around their head.>Surprise Ambush = 92 (Majour Success)Just as the wall in front of the GINN formation crumbles away, pincering them all as the Alliance pilots react startled-.Right as you and the Recon Type open fire upon their formation, their tardy response evident as the bullets fly around onto them!"Goddamit, Matthew!" Two GINNs explode, creating a smoke screen as the captured Mobile Suits begin firing in oft direction, A wall crumbling across the smoke "Damn it! My battery's been-!"The smoke clears away, the strange parade-painted GINN boosting it off with their thrusters just in time as the GINN leading you both sneaks behind another Alliance pilot, stabbing through their cockpit with their blade before kicking it away-!Something you and the Recon Type pull back away from as they themselves dash away, the ensuing reactor explosion rocking the base from within as fuselage and piping from the walls begins to peel and break away-."Damn it, Johnny! You lunatic!" The pilot of the recon-type calls out towards your leader as they just respond with a whistle."Nice enough fire-works, Adamska, follow their trail!" As they command ahesd, the GINN recon type splays its sensor arrays-.As there's another explosion, rocking the base whole... And further within.
>>6316266I just realized, the guy in that suit is the other person that could've been picked at the start of the quest, right?This is probably the start of something that'll be ongoing throughout the quest then isn't it, two "race-traitors" fighting each other.
>>6316266>Backup Rescue = 40 + 15 (55, Minour Success)Mu had to flee, Commanding ahead at their Roomie to do the same likewise as...Every entry and exit out of the base had filled itself whole with ZAFT mobile suits and ships readying to blockade and occupy the battered moon-base."Mu, they'll try us for dereliction of-!" Jamil called out, his panic beginning to turn into terror at a situation with no true way of escaping.Mu had to put an end to that, as his own adrenaline began to leave him, weary and over-encumbed body beginning to weigh down upon him by sheer G-Force."Jamil, Shut up! You want to die?! Go ahead and go back!" As he was starting to run out of steam, so did his usual confidence as they steeled their true feelings on the plan.The 3rd space fleet is gone.The Spatial-Awareness Corps have been reduced to just two.And... Mu knew already that more sensible heads from the aiding ships had already been coordinating a retreat, having gotten the data as the last message the Nottingham had delivered to them both.As the last hope to shine alight from Endymion's loss.Otherwise, as Rau le Creuset watched the scuttled vessel being cleared away...He extended a sly smile to the person who had directed themselves to their rescue "Excellently done, Lieutenant Fleuret." Rau smirked as the woman appeared in his video comm-feed.Stern expression turning slightly placid as the Ace pilot and Captain of the Galvani ascertained the luck upon the winds...One would have to be desperate or stupid enough to stay within Endymion, the forces would have to be specially suicidal to maintain defense on this crumbling fort.But as he closed their eyes, feeling out that connection, he immediately locked in towards that Orange Moebius pilot...And... Someone else As Rau's slight frown turns into a smirk, the chaos of this takeover being a perfect smoke-screen."Galvani and Gram crew, spread yourselves and capture any sign of Alliance leadership attempting to escape. Lieutenant Fleuret. With me."As the Black CGUE and High-Maneuver type GINN moved ahead into the ruined base, Rau already had a plan in motion knowing full well where the Moebius-Zero and that other connection were headed.
>>6315355>>6315477>>6316253>>6316266>>6316739You're irked by the presence of steam and water as you let the Recon-Type dash into distance."Why the hell is it getting hotter trying to follow their trail?" The Recon-Type's pilot complains as you anxiously felt something pull at your nape...Yet, you didn't give it mind as Adamska continued giving sensors guidance "Alright, Visual confirmations only. I've got no clue why, but the heat sensors are detecting a large signature and it's overwhelming anything else." Gritting your teeth as they comment that...It would mean all three machines of yours would have to split to try and catch these Alliance machines.Yet... If it keeps getting hotter as you near even... Could this be the Cyclops system of the base>Ambush Evasion = 90 (Majour Success)Yet, you notice alert pings over your right as Two Moebius Zero crafts fly off an entry-way-.Followed by gunfire as a Green GINN with a strange design and a black CGUE attempted to corner them, the CGUE firing while the GINN attempted to propel itself closer to them-.If only for you to notice the Alliance GINNS below you, reacting in a panic as they fire their boxy machine-guns at you!>Evasion and counter-fire = 107 (Majour Success)Weaving and leaning away as you ramp up the thrust away from the line of fire, The GINN's clumsily attempt to keep it on you, awkward movements quickly letting you off-the-hook.And yet allowing you the chance as you make a wild flip maneuver, managing to catch the GINN's by surprise as you fire three-round volley's at one's chest, it's battery and engine exploding away as the shockwave knocks their partner down!"What the-?! What kind of weapons do those GINN have-?!" A young voice coming from one of the Moebius-Zero calls out as your targeting systems detect it's gunbarrels trying to aim for you!"Black-band! Lookout!" And the spurring of the soon approaching Johnny as he chased behind the parade-coloured GINN, who seemed to be running laps ahead of them as he reloaded their rifle...Soon divided off your attention as the downed GINN reached for what looked to be a grenade
>>6316740>Target the Moebius!>Target the Parade-coloured GINN>Target the Alliance GINN>Write-in
>Target the Parade-coloured GINN
>>6316741>Target the Alliance GINNWe definitely don't want a random grenade tagging anyone if we can stop em.
>>6316741>Target the Alliance GINN
>>6316740>>6316750>>6316841As the toppled down GINN ripped the large, shuttle-canister object from the hardpoints in its skirt, you focus ahead on it.Dodging away at the Parade-GINN attempting to ram you ahead as it conspicuously seems intent on not using their rifleAnd gritting your teeth as vulcan-fire from the Moebius' gunbarrels starts brushing and punting across your armoured hull"ZAFT monsters! How'd you like a piece of this?!" The pilot yelled, clearly supressing their maddened panic with false courage...And yet, you had to admit, it felt low to take away someone in that kind of state, yet you pressed the trigger twice.As the captured GINN's cockpit ruptures and sparks, the MS' mono-eye shuddering before powering down.As your whole body tingles, your surroundings suddenly coming into full awareness of the chaos that entails.The CGUE nails a shot upon one of the Moebius-Zero's thrusters, quickly making it careen out of control into the center-piece of the large room. "Mu!" They call out, suddenly screaming out in terror as they nearly avoid you in collision.Yet bashing and carrying the grenade as it flew out of the disabled GINN's hands.And... One big green flash behind you as your vision jumped ahead to seeing the parade-coloured GINN aiming its rifle straight upon you-.You panic yoking aside as you find yourself once again in your cockpit.Face-to-Face with the spiked green GINN readying to downswing on your craft.>Roll a d100
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>6317073
Rolled 39 (1d100)>>6317073>>6317186nice
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>6317073
>>6317073You panic.And yet...The GINN and your own craft are blown aback by an explosive force, a wall completely blowing up ahead of you both as it knocks the blade from the spiked-MS and the rifle off your manipulators.Right as you realize Johnny's GINN rebounding back, a precise scorching blow running across their cockpit. As the Moebius-Zero takes their chance to escape altogether"Johnny!" The Recon-Type caught up with you, as the sensor specialist suddenly stops their call-out in panic "Heat signa- What the hell is this?! David, boost it, Now!"And the fact even your own sensors ping out an encompassing heat signature beginning to run awry of the whole base...It becomes terrifying when you start noticing ice floating in the Zero-G environment outright melt with your very own eyes.
>>6317073Rau le Creuset pushed his luck yet again.He hadn't been privy of it, but that chamber he had found himself must have been the ante-chamber for the system he infiltrated precisely to sabotage... No matter, luck will side with him as Fleuret guided them a quick exit of the base.And yet, as Rau escaped to the surface of the moon... A particular part of their cunning intuited that Lieutenant Fleuret had done everything right enough for them to escape with their lives.And no loose-ends to this nearby encounter with-"Commander Le Creuset... We've got to move" Rau stopped from using the last munitions on his rifle onto the Black CGUE's back "Our exit will look suspicious to the above teams... But that is precisely why I had instructed Adres to hang back out of sight."Rau... Knew that had to be very considerate of them to cover their tracks so well for his sake.He didn't know how to process that feeling of lightened burden knowing that the young woman could be so useful to him without any leverage.He smirked... And then laughed.
>>6317073Mu clenched their teeth tightly.He knew Jamil had died in that crash. If not for the location, or the explosion...Or that damned GINN.But because he felt it.He felt every last moment of Jamil's death at that point and struggled to even comprehend the terror and loss of hope in that young man's heartBut he couldn't focus on that, he had to escape.Escape to live another day, to pursue-!"Damn it, ZAFT's choking us in!" An admiral commanded ahead as Mu sortied right into the fray of battle.Multiple Mobile Suits keeping a whole engagement of Alliance troops from exiting through the base's heat exhaust tunnels.Mu knew this was impossible for him to clear.But..."Stop that, La Flaga, sometimes, one's ought to own up to their own fate.""I didn't make the chance of almost dying just to goof it when the going's went tough, I WILL make a difference.""We could run, yes... But you have to consider all the sacrifices, we mean far less than that."Apollo, Toledo, Cruz...It reminded him of something that Jamil had said to him upon joining the group."I want to make a big difference! To do the impossible and end this war once and for all!"He had dispelled that to naivete and a young conscript getting the hype of their spatial-awareness up on their head...But there was a ringing. No. A longing, For truth within that.Maybe he can't end the war, as impossible as that may be for one single man.But this?He can make his best shot at making this impossible escape possible.
>>6317073>>6317186>>6317308>>6317361Something went horribly wrong and that became obvious as you, Adamska and David navigated your way across the expansive, labyrynthine and outright steaming corridors of Endymion base."Adamska! Send communications! The naturals let us take the base because they set a trap to it!" As the pilot of the Recon-Type yelled out to their co-pilot, Adamska huffed out as he soon smashed their controls with their fist."I can't do anything! There's an electro-magnetic interference going on! Just get us out of here!" Adamska started losing hope as you started running through-.The cyclops system.The cyclops system could have had a malfunction from all the fighting top-side and down below, that's the-.But... So conveniently after the take-over.... Could it have been legitimately set off on-purpose?No, that's insane! The sacrifices on the Alliance side are far too high just to guarantee a blow to ZAFT-."Oi! You three!" One unit suddenly comes into vision as you start boosting off from the expansive heat signature "You seen Lieutenant Fleur or Captain-!? What the hell! What's the rush?!"You had to ignore them, Adamska's comms being jammed currently as well as your need to escape-.Yet... Against all better , you look behind you.A whole squad of GINN's suddenly sparking and contracting before fuel tanks in their back and leg boosters exploded, popping their extremities and their batteries into violent implosions.C-crap! No, that can't-.You slow-down in a panic, suddenly getting alarms from your weapons systems as they start burning hot-.>Forceful ejection = 91 (Majour Success)You jettison all your equipment and use the full power of your thrusters as you catch up and soon outrun the recon-type, suddenly exiting from one of the opened hull exits of the base-.And panicking as you notice an orange glint appear in front of you.
>>6317496Miguel Aiman's GINN had been repaired to operation status, beginning to make descend into the moonbase of the Alliance with the third wave of the reinforcements beginning to seize the base away.Now... He had heard that one of the perimeters was compromised, one of the orange wasps having made quite an opening for Alliance forces to run away.But it was too far off and honestly, He wanted to get his piece of the pie in the glory-.And yet, as a red glint suddenly appeared upon your sensors-.Right until ramming itself onto your GINN, sheer force contracting it's front part and carrying you back all the way-.Before a GINN recon-type's encoded messaging reached your cockpit's sensors."Get the hell out, It's a trap."The moment Aiman had recognized the Natural's machine had just rammed them, confusion and worry went upon his mind, but didn't yield at the sheer anger he just had from being taken-But...But he couldn't deny the exact moment Endymion base was consumed into an inferno, consuming ships and mobile suits within it, his whole thought process being challenged as...As he was just about to board it, the shock of it all only wearing off as he stared upon the unconscious Natural with the black-band in the Freikugel's medbay.[ https://files.catbox.moe/u68h3n.mp3 ]He saved his life. The Natural saved his life.
>>6317497[ Jamil Natte has died. ]There was a brief pause as the one person observing this all nervously bit onto their finger.A battle had raged in the nearby vicinity of Copernicus City in the moon, a result of the engagement still being reported at Endymion crater.So far, what seems to be a retaliatory attack as reported by the ORB nation's independent news networks.The young man scrolling through articles and anxiously watching out for everything to go well has an uneasy expression to everything being reported...Right until their laptop's screen is folded close gently, snapping them out of their doomed stupor as the young man of lilac eyes...Gazed at the green-eyed man of relaxed attitude as he seemed concerned "Kira... You aren't getting engrossed over the war, aren't you?" He asked as the young man with the black sweater shook their head."Sorry, It's just... There was an engagement just a few hours ago on the colony I used to live in." As the young man eased his worries, a robotic bird flew by their shoulder, chirping out it's name as their friend just sat down beside them."Okay, I guess that one I can get... Check this out though!" as the relaxed man pulled something from their pocket, the lilac-eyed youth just pulled back out of surprise as an ID card was shoved almost on their face.Except... It wasn't an ID card, but a permit for one Tolle Koenig, for using heavy machinery on campus assignments."Ummm... Congrats on the forklift certification?" The lilac-eyed young man just jokingly suggested as the relaxed man had a slight frown."I know you mean it as a joke, but Miri had that unironic reaction when I showed her..." As they pocket the Certification ID, helping out their friend from their seat "But it's about professor Leichtmann's project! I can use the worker suit!"Kira just nodded and continued ahead, as Tolle had told them of all the hoops and tribulations to get the certificate approved.And he... Somewhat anxiously wondered, even if ORB's neutral... Could a fight ensue just like it did on the surroundings like Corpernicus?He didn't entertain the idea further, knowing far and well that, at least within Heliopolis Colony. The Peace was all but guaranteed.
>>6317503>>6286876(And, just like that, we conclude Phase 1 of the quest, Man. I need to work a bit more on keeping the quest constantly updated, had a bit of a lapse but at least am now out of physical rehab and at least readied enough to go back to regular-ish schedule)(As usual, I'd really appreciate if any of you all enjoyed the writing and had some tips to spare at either the Ko.Fi or Patreon, even with this economy coming on as it is. Hope you all liked it for what it is because we're skipping a bit further in time right for SEED's canon start for next phase!)
>>6317504>but at least am now out of physical rehab and at least readied enough to go back to regular-ish schedulezam, I had forgotten about your car crash. thankfully you're doing well, OP. btw did you archive the thread ?
