>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."
