>It is January 23rd of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon, Greencoat Pilot of the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty (ZAFT) militia enters into potentially the most impactful revolution of the Bloody Valentines War... And so it would be that the War, having entered a standstill. Begins the tentative turn of the page over its outcome
>>6321520It's been... A long time since you've gone full duty as a ZAFT pilot.But as you stare at the projected image on the map from the planning room, you are somewhat held in shock at what's being held at stake.An ORB Satellite Colony is producing Mobile Suit weapons for the Earth Alliance.This is... Unprecedented, specially with how the ORB union explicitly abstained from participating or endorsing any move over the war.Pragmatism possibly learned from the subjugation campaign of the south-american federation.But this could change... A lot, if the intel isn't misleading like the last mission you've been assigned in tandem with the Le Creuset squadron.
>>6321521>Earlier that day.You take a look back at your bunkmate's copy of their graduation photo...Smirking lightly, remembering the exaltation you had felt at finally properly being inducted into ZAFT after...The Recovery at the last, disastrous end for the Grimaldi Front.Putting it back by their wall-mount you ready up your green-coat for the day just as the airlock of the bunkbed slides open."Ah, Done with your duties, right?" As Amalfi reached up to your side, he too looked over towards the picture frame by his side of the room "Y'know, you could ask Rusty for a Copy, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." The green haired boy looked affably at the daring pose he had for the photograph..."I'm sure he wouldn't, but, it'd be a bit odd to ask for a copy of a Photo I don't show up in, right?" Nicol gave a shrug for an answer to that one as you slung one arm to the arm-sleeve of your jacket "Margellan hasn't been calling for me, has he?" You ask right ahead as the boy shook their head."Not that I know of, The Nemo is currently servicing some passing by MS deployments before we embark to today's mission." Yeah...That... Is a thing that had happened as soon as you shipped back to the PLANT's.
>>6321522>July 2nd, CE 70.The Freikugel, due to damages sustained during the siege and then trap of Endymion, had managed to avoid being redirected into any retaliatory strikes or direct combat.Although, you wouldn't have known that, your stunt attempting to escape the boiling-hot lunar fortress having not only trashed your Mobile Armour and broke an arm of yours... But knocking you out for the whole month of travel it took to get back to the safety of the PLANT coloniesTo say that you did not get a hero's welcome after all the sacrifices and empty promises of the failed front...It was obvious, the people coming back having been skilled, lucky or both at the same time but nevertheless, no exploit to record within the campsign would ever be spoken of in bright lights.That applied to everyone... But you.As you were picked up by none other than Siegel Clyne in a covert manner, Limousine outwardly familiar to your first time meeting the supreme chairman of the PLANT council and-.Well, He didn't really strike much of a conversation as Margellan roughly grasped by the collar of your trainee shirt "You Asshole! Not only do you manage to get drafted in Zala's power-delusional war-march but almost get yourself killed within it?! The hell would my projects do if the jackass I'm getting my main data from just up-and-died showing off in the damn moon?!"You weren't exactly fine with it during then. In hindsight, you realize by then Margellan had just revealed he did somewhat care about your well-being...The limo ride however, did come with new directions by Clyne. After he wanted to make thoroughly sure you still wanted to participate as part of ZAFT after Endymion.
>>6321523The first of all the Chairman'd say, and in agreement of Margellan's who'd started getting fed up with the bureaucracy of war efforts in regards to his pet projects...Was that Margellan was planning to step down as Chief Engineer of the whole of ZAFT, being granted a customized Laurasia-class vessel to take as many engineers and mechanics crew he personally could vouch for...And it was all to support you, as your performance in Endymion spoke rather brightly of your capabilities, doubly so as a Black-Band pilot, the first of their kind within ZAFT's organization, not even done with their training.And reportedly felling three battleships and most importantly... Being lauded as the instrumental piece behind the dismantling of the Earth Alliance's spatial-awareness corps.You've heard of a lot of epithets coming from that, most of them some you wouldn't like being refered to because of outright mentions of treason or betrayal in them.But one did catch your attention, and most importantly, ZAFT's as the standard as an Alliance press-release judged to have been vandalized and published by South-American Federation allies had revealed the fear that the surviving fleets of the Lunar Base had felt after confirming your Red Moebius had destroyed their precious corps.And Fear hath made them lose their spine, thus, christening you as "Mind-Killer" for all that ZAFT could care.There were however still, something you had to take care of before reporting ahead to the main meeting the Le Creuset Squad would have upon your arrival to the operation Zone.>Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure.>Grabbing your daily ration from the mess hall, you'd forgotten entirely about it.>Checking in with Margellan over the Nemo, Surely you'd be allowed the shuttle-time with his permission
>>6321526>Grabbing your daily ration from the mess hall, you'd forgotten entirely about it.
>>6321526>Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure.Black band, black paint job?
>>6321526>Checking in with Margellan over the Nemo, Surely you'd be allowed the shuttle-time with his permission
>>6321784+1 for great democracy
>>6321526>Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure
>>6321526>>6321784>>6323998>>6324306You did acknowledge one particular thing had happened as you endeavoured in your latest operation.Supply Ships beginning to get attacked by Alliance forces around Lagrange point 3... Coincidentally lining up with Alliance Forces trying to establish a choke-point station within itStill, with just two days of arriving here, it seems the data could have been fake. A deviation intended to put ZAFT resources and supplies in an otherwise isolated position across the fronts in the earth and space.And yet, as you float ahead of the locking airlock of the Vesalius' hangar, you immediately lock eyes with your machine.The GINN hadn't received an out-there Paint-job, while you did hit the Ace requirements on Endymion, the situation of the loss of the base as well as your own precarious situation as the lone Natural pilot in ZAFT's forces couldn't quite allow you that designation... Yet.Though you were allowed one small modification, as you finish painting over the right arm of the GINN, a black-band around it. As maintenance crew floats away, thanking you for lending them a hand."Man, having the Nemo following us around really eases our workload!" One of them jabs at their co-worker as the latter sighs."Maybe, but the Creuset Squad's Mobile Suits are getting reclaimed after that last mission." You do raise an eyebrow at that comment... Margellan had said something on that regard beforehand.A brief encounter with the One-Man Army had damaged all but Rusty's and Athrun's Mobile Suits, supply lines stretched tightly by that Alliance Mercenary destroying stations across the way had made it impossible to restore them to working condition. Which, you'd instantly assumed had been the reasoning why Athrun showed up into the hangar, looking wearied for a moment before putting their best face ahead.
>>6324711Hailing away at Athrun as you floated right beside him, the young man gives you a curt nod as he looks to their red-plated CGUE with remarkable apprehension."Why did I even need it fresh from the academy...?" Athrun commented away as you just looked to parts of its leg fusselage being welded and repaired.Thruthfully, that had been a notable exemption for all the group, assigned GINNs as well as with the remaining escort group of pilots... Except for Patrick Zala's son receiving an almost-Ace level machine off-the-bat"Yzak at least stopped being mad at it, and it managed to survive that surprise attack by-." Athrun seemed to sour his mood as you reminded them of the attack, himself instinctually scoffing before realizing his reaction."Sorry... I just don't like this clear level of favoritism... Unlike Captain Le Creuset. I didn't earn this." Looking towards the machine being repaired, you maintain your silence...Because Siegel Clyne had precise instructions over what you could and couldn't say about Edymion.
>>6324712>July 7nth, CE 70.Your reintegration to the academy had raised some eyebrows not only for what state media had admitted as much about your involvement.But also because you had an arm slung on a cast, something that, while attempted to be mocked by for, did illustrate that you participated in the fighting altogether.And yet... Not entirely the most notable part of your day as Margellan raised an eyebrow to Siegel Clyne's words within the Academy's private chamber."Chairman Clyne... The hell?" As Margellan seemed apalled by the idea of Clyne's suggestion on only parroting information that coincides with state media...You too, were slightly bothered at the gag order, right until the older man explained."Endymion... Has been a devastating blow to both the Alliance and ZAFT, and I fear the methods by which we'd try to justify it would stoke the flames of hatred even further." The older man held by his glass of cognac as Margellan's brow just furtherned "I am trying my best to create narratives that will not endanger us further... And that means making note of the one Natural pilot in the engagement, curating their image..."And thus Margellan interjected as he groaned "And blur the line between Natural and Coordinator... Siegel, I'm not a masterful liar but even I know this isn't going to work long-term."And the older man had replied then and there, as you and Margellan had raised brows in concern about what he truly meant by..."And it won't, but just for a moment... If it can be all over by then."
>>6324713That much had been a shake-up as the kinder person you'd had impressed yourself for Chairman Clyne being...But it's been Seven months since then and the war had only turned itself into a protracted stalemate.Doing final adjustments to your craft, you prepare yourself for a routine patrol for the one man army the Alliance had hired to pester this Sector as you hail communication lines across the supply stations.Well until you had someone calling for you from the Nemo itself, raising an eyebrow at the surprise as Margelland didn't have anything in particular to report-."Yo! Frieden, readying for a scheduled search?" Rusty responded from the other end of the comm line as your features softened up to their jovially enthusiastic tone."Pretty much, How's your GINN holding up?" You ask away as Rusty shakes their hand sideways."Well, the bullet fragments have been cleared up, but the internals are a worry, ETA's a week from now for me to go back to duty, but Yzak and Dearka probably took the worst brunt of it." Rusty rubs the nape of their neck "They uh... Still aren't pissy about that Blue GINN, right?"That one... That had been the MS the one-man army mercenary of the Alliance had been seen with."Athrun would have me believe they still are." You had nonchalantly mentioned from your exchange with the ace pilot "But I know you enough by now that you always forget to hail good luck if you aren't present, what's the biz?"Rusty's eyes go wide as he soon seems to fumble with the pockets within his coat "Oh, yeah, Crap! I think I left it at my bunk!" As he panics lightly, you simply look at him with a raised eyebrow as he looks back to the camera "I was meaning to give you a copy of our graduation photo, Since the Nemo has the means for it, I'd just remembered-."You laugh softly as Rusty just pouts, slightly embarrassed at his own mistake "It's fine, I don't show up in it since I took it. I'm not hung up about it." Rusty however, seemed to think otherwise."I mean, yeah but... Miguel didn't seem all that pleased about you taking it..." Yeah, him..."I've got to go, Rusty. You'll shuttle back to the Vesalius after your repairs are finished for the cycle?" You ask away only for them to affirm, closing the comms line as you link up to the MS you're partnering with for patrol."Alright, Black-Band. On your best performance today!"And as Aiman quickly readied themselves up to launch ahead of you, So did a slight glimpse at their Orange GINN show upon your main camera before being loaded into the catapult...Right into your own turn."Frieden Moon, Launching!">Roll 2d100+10
Rolled 86, 45 + 10 = 141 (2d100 + 10)>>6324714Do I remember how to roll?
Rolled 14, 37 + 10 = 61 (2d100 + 10)>>6324714
Rolled 82, 88 + 10 = 180 (2d100 + 10)>>6324714roll roll roll
Rolled 3, 7 + 10 = 20 (2d100 + 10)>>6324714
>>6324714>>6324745>>6324750>>6324762Launching straight out of the Nazca-Class' Catapult, you flip on the targetting and reconnaissance sensors as you boost away and stop dead within Aiman's GINN."Now, one of the stations started sounding combat alarm signals, but this bastard's slippery enough as it is that they're convinced it's a false alarm." Aiman informed you in as you racked the Rifle in your MS' hands... Just to be preparedThat reigned true to Dearka and Nicol's statements that this Mercenary was fast and agile, the notable part of their accounts in regards to Yzak's recount of it being dumb luck being the weaponry of this GINN.A Recoil-less Rifle... You'd certainly wouldn't like to be hit anywhere with the firepower of that thing.Following along with Miguel's pace as he surveiled the surroundings with their main camera..."Maybe we're all just extremely twitchy... There is no way this man can keep a month long campaign without the station's having found his resupply ship." You try to focus away, even as your own wariness over the Blue GINN surmounts to trying to-."Shut up if you're going to start with the quitter talk, Black-Band." Miguel sensibly puts an end to your deliberation as you just sigh in an attempt to reign in your own anticipation.Although, the thought still gnaws at you, because this campaign has lasted enough for Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius to be mobilized in an attempt to quell it... Now, while you yourself are second-rated as a member because of being a greencoat, Le Creuset had garnered enough prestige out of a quarter-decade of service and his commanding skill at the disaster of Endymion and following retaliatory attacks that he'd been given the newly-minted Vesalius, Nazca-Class vessel.Departing just as it did with the complimentary Nemo mechanics and resupply vessel along with it... Though Margellan seemed less-than-enthusiastic about his association with the White Phantom."Alright, we're here...!" Miguel's GINN takes an abrupt stop, revving their thrusters in stand-by as they looked around "Show yourself, Bastard!" His taunting doesn't seem to yield much result, even as you join in looking ahead of him "This blue bastard's hounded me back during Nova, I'm coming with a payback!"The battle of Nova had begun to wane by the time you'd arrived back to the PLANT colonies... To think he skipped the relief after such a disaster to board the Gram and continue on ahead into the last majour frontline assault so far...You'd think not of how you'd ask him why he seeked so much glory outright.And yet, as you looked off into a particular part of this blank, inky black vacuum within Lagrange Point 3...>Senses = 96 (Majour Success)
>>6325190>>6324745>>6324750>>6324762There was a twinkle far out there, as your whole spine tingled ahead upon it, quickly shifting your MS Gears as the supply station escort hadn't come to realize it just yet."Moon, where the hell-?!" Aiman calls out to you as you disengage from them and dash forth, raising your rifle ahead of this now vanishing star...And outright finding it as it leaned close, attempting to shoot its missile-rifle ahead to one of the escorts just in time for your sudden appearance making them reconsider...-And the supply base escorts suddenly realizing the threat "What the-?!" Racking their rifles, the two escorts beging blind-firi g across the trail of the now-identified Blue GINN.Each shot missing as the mercenary pilot takes advantage of the tracer rounds in the machine-guns to disappear once again.>Corner = 98 (Majour Success)Yet you boost ahead, following your gut instinct as the escort GINNs take defensive positions of their supply station, dashing away towards that strange, odd feeling across it-.And noticing Aiman already following ahead from your lead "I got 'im!"Right upon as you both soon corner, rifles locked ahead to it as the Blue GINN stops suddenly.Yet, pointing its Recoil-less rifle at Miguel's GINN, You already had noticed it revving it's long, wingspanned thrusters.>Aim and shoot quickly! If you take down those thrusters...>Close in the distance and either Disarm or trap them! Once you're this close...>Disengage and then follow their trail with your instincts! There'll be a better time to strike than now...
>>6325191>>Aim and shoot quickly! If you take down those thrusters...
>>6325191>Aim and shoot quickly! If you take down those thrusters...
>>6325191>Close in the distance and either Disarm or trap them! Once you're this close...
>>6325191>>6325497>>6325501Miguel flinched lightly at the large weapon being pointed at their GINN, forgoing a quick, evasive maneuver as their thrusters moved their machine aside-.[ https://files.catbox.moe/f170rw.mp3 ]A maneuver intentionally pulled off by the Blue GINN's mercenary pilot as they finally activated their thruster set, force stunning you as they attempted to shake off both of your machines in pursuit!"Damn it, Get back here!" Aiman called out as you tried and failed to nail a shot, in a split moment, the completely still GINN becoming a blazing meteor disengaging from you both...And attempting to continue their target runs as you and Aiman follow along with it, quickly noticing two things.The first, was that the escorts in the Stations weren't going to be of much aid, their shots broadly missing and whatever pilots attempted to block the mercenary's path or otherwise impair them physically just being outright yoked around.And the second, more pressing one is that your sheer GINN's performance is Lagging behindYou take notice of Aiman's modifications to engine components and thruster output as well as the technique he's using in AMBAC motions to try and catch up but doing so is forgoing actually nailing the Mercenary as they prepare their next shot..."No, you don't!!" Miguel's orange GINN rockets ahead as he does, catching up in just a blink of an eye as you held out your rifle extended ahead...Praying for a hit as the GINN tries to ready a kill-shot on a supply station>Roll 2d100
Rolled 77, 52 = 129 (2d100)>>6325652
Rolled 65, 40 = 105 (2d100)>>6325652
Rolled 36, 49 = 85 (2d100)>>6325652Cmon, let's hit em!
>>6325679>>6325711>>6325801okayish rolls
>>6325652>>6325679>>6325711>>6325801"Miguel! Spread out!" You call put as your targeting interface struggles with the distance you're attempting to make the shot with...Yet, the Ace Pilot just flies on over, intending to stop the mercenary GINN's shot physically, as the hairs at the end of your neck rise up in goosebumps.>Spray volley = 77 (Minour Success)But you took the shot anyway, guided somewhat by a strange hunch in your gut as the bullets flew sprayed disorderly from your machine-gun, boosting ahead as you tried to close the gap."Watch your fire, Natural!" Aiman dodges away from the stray shots, now raising their rifle as they closed the optimal distance for it-Right as the GINN's recoil-less rifle let out its first rocket shot.Miguel intercepts it, a blast ensuing from the bullet ripping through the explosive warhead as he's forced to take up thrust-force to avoid being rocked back by the expansive force.Right as the Mercenary GINN likewise has to hold their ground... Right into your line-of-fire!
Rolled 10 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>6325679>>6325711>>6325801"Miguel! Cover-!" You call out attempting to get the orange GINN to react quickly as you raise up your rifle to the defenseless Mercenary-.Would-be... As they draw a folding knife from their MS Waist, dashing ahead towards you!>CQC = 52 (Minour Success)You clinch your teeth, fighting the momentum of your dash as the blue GINN tackles you head-on, deftly flicking the knife into active position as they pushed you, stabbing forth towards your GINN's weapon arm.Yet, as you recover and dampen from the shock, you move ahead, locking your GINN's arm to the fuselage of the Blue GINN, gripping tightly and pulling into them for a kick into their center of mass-Yet that move, as reckless and dangerous as it seemed paid off as the Mercenary pulled back, jettisoning away as Aiman followed pursuit just as you raised your weapon towards them-Right as you realize that same maneuver botched the mercenary's attack, though not without slight success as you realize your Machine-Gun's receiver had been punctured through, making you discard the now useless weapon as you drew out your heavy blade.Aiman had gotten into the groove as they followed along the GINN, cutting off their firing positions and even forcing them to expend their precious rounds in short bursts of self-defense which-.Allows you both once again to corner them as their recoil-less rifle clicks."Tch! You break up a good sweat, Mercenary!" Aiman threw in shaded praise as the Blue MS pulled another folding knife "Figures I'd remember you back at Boaz... What name shall I remember as I let you taste the vacuum of space?"You're a bit short-of-patience for the theatrics, wanting to get the threat done and the supply stations safe altogether but-...But the Mercenary opens their comms line as a particularly deep voice comes from the other end."Gai Murakumo, of the Serpent's Tail.">Roll 1d100-10
Rolled 82 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>6326169
Rolled 44 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>6326169Goodbye, Gai.(not really)
Rolled 17 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>6326169
Rolled 12 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>6326169
Rolled 96 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>6326169>>6326172>>6326193>>6326308You held off away, as the Mercenary seemed to just dignify the request as their GINN shuffled lightly."Hmph." Aiman just scoffed as their GINN pointed towards the mercenary's cockpit "See to it that the Magic Bullet of Dusk has finally made you meet your end." Miguel's confident posturing made you wary of what the Mercenary was doing...And with reason, as you could notice slitting upon the GINN's knees opening up, standing in alert-As a bright flash envelops your whole sensors and camera arrays, Hidden flash bombs blinding you and Aiman as the ace pilot groaned"Coward! Face your end with-!" Aiman called out as you could hear their GINN repositioning-.>Senses = 72 (Minour Success)[ https://files.catbox.moe/ica03w.mp3 ]Even blinded, your spine chilled, suddenly yoking aside as something grazes your GINN's shoulder, damage diagnostics quickly recognizing an embedded object within your sword-arm.Right as your overloaded senses wind down, letting you see the Blue GINN having missed a tackle on an approaching escort patrol, Aiman following behind them as he threw off their now empty machine gun behind them!"Let's cut to the chase! You're dying here Mercenary!" Aiman pulled their GINN's sword from their hip, reaching ever closer towards the Mercenary's GINN as you looked towards your GINN's shoulder.One of those same knives he was using embedded to it... For something so small, how could it damage a GINN Rifle so easily?Your answer comes as you try to rip it out, the current inputted by your GINN's weaponry system visibly making the small knife vibrate as it cuts its way out of its position.This... Is a new kind of weapon, Margellan would like to have a look at it.But there is still the matter of the Mercenary.>Search immediately for the Mercenary and aid Miguel in dispatching them>Leave the Mercenary to Miguel and instead secure the Supply stations>Get a new rifle from the supply stations escorts and try to make up for the lost time
>>6326623>Search immediately for the Mercenary and aid Miguel in dispatching themwe can't leave him alone, specially with that high roll, lmao
>>6326623>Leave the Mercenary to Miguel and instead secure the Supply stationsI think we probably should let him deal with it, and make sure the stations are safe.
>>6326672+1 I agree, we should lend a hand even if danger is high
>>6326623>>6326672>>6327539Finding out how to flick the knife close wasn't something you could do in the precious few seconds of this attack, the lightly shivering blade of steel in your GINN's offhand being a constant as you dashed towards Miguel's fight with the GINN.Something was clear as you could see it, even with all of these advantages in speed and the Mercenary's clear piloting prowess.Their GINN was not built for mobile suit combat as Aiman successfully cleaves away some of their slitted armour off!"Natural! Get the hell out of here if you don't intend to-!" You close in, cornering a getaway from the mercenary pilot as Aiman shuts themselves up "Good, at least you're useful... Tell your Serpent's Tail that-!"Miguel shuts himself up from gloating as the Blue Mobile Suit suicidially charges back towards them, one vibrating knife in its hand...The result... A clear exchange of blows, Miguel's GINN having lost an arm and the Mercenary's being stabbed through the chest."Tch! Lucky blow! No one'll save you now. I've won!" Miguel's confident gloating as they dash away of the mobile suit...Become ill-suited as you both visibly see the pilot evading their doomed craft, an alternate cockpit placement and escape having turned the fatal counter-attack into just a wreck.Right as the Blue GINN speeds up towards a supply station, speed-performance inputted towards the singular goal of turning its ruined husk into a missile!"No! The supply station!" Miguel calls out, defenseless to do anything with the damage and lack of weapons their GINN have...And yet, seeing Miguel's piloting motions... You can attempt replicating them, but then what to do with the GINN?!>Use your own heavy-blade in an attempt to smash its thrusters... If the heat doesn't warp it>Use the new knife you've acquired and bisect the Mobile Suit... If you can reach and the reach favours whatever may happen afterwards.>Attempt to tackle it off-course... While the safest bet, it wouldn't guarantee veering it away.
>>6327692>Use the new knife you've acquired and bisect the Mobile Suit... If you can reach and the reach favours whatever may happen afterwards.
>>6327692>Use your own heavy blade in an attempt to smash its thrusters, if the heat doesn't warp it
>>6327692>>6328831>>6328834Thoughts race through your head disorderly as in just a moment, you struggled with what to do with the near-certain killing hit to the station.Tackling it... Didn't guarantee it would actually switch its course.The knives! In particular the one in your GINN's hand... But even if sharp enough to cleave and diverge the heavy thruster set from the rest of the body, The reach will end up being an issue.And yet all of that went in a blink, as you pull your thrust full-speed ahead.You'd seen the moves... And accounted so far for every little variation in them."W-what the-?!" Miguel called out upon the comms "Natural! Get the hell away from-!" And with even that call-out.You just reached forth towards the mobile suit, warnings blaring upon your cockpit at the sheer strain you're pushing your GINN into just to catch up to it.Plates upon your left-ward arm falling off as you prepared to swing back, managing to catch closer and closer to the blue missile at just a scant reach-.And gritting your teeth as your GINN's legs sparks, blowing open in fuselage as the proximity to the sheer heat exhaust of the customized mercenary MS no doubt didn't help itYou have one swing... And you have to make it count!>Roll 2d100
>>6327692>Use your own heavy-blade in an attempt to smash its thrusters... If the heat doesn't warp it
dice+2d100
Rolled 68, 47 = 115 (2d100)
Rolled 3, 20 = 23 (2d100)>>6328843
Rolled 59, 36 = 95 (2d100)>>6328843let's gooooooooooooooooo
>>6328843>>6328855>>6328899>>6328964Reaching up towards the blue missile was difficult.Even moreso, to land a crippling hit to its thrusters as they actively blasted heat upon your peeling mobile suit's frame...But you had that one swing as the heavy blade burned red hot, actively losing structural integrity in its slab-metal form.So you swung, ready to face the music as your instinct overtakes this suicidal saving play>Swing = 68 + 10 (78, Minour Success)As your blade connects so does it that a loud warning alarm snaps you out of your instinctual groove-.The GINN's thrusters being damaged by the swing before the exhaust blew your Mobile suit's hand off! Shocking you as you pared up speed with the errant MS-shaped missile-And realized that while you slightly adjusted their trajectory from a direct hit...>Getaway = 47 (Minour Failure)You did so, only lightly, as you have no other way to disperse without making your effort in vain.So you had to commitBashing against the Mobile Suit was the one thing that killed your momentum, relatively the same for it as its thrusters finally die out, crashing both Mobile Suits into the hull of the supply station as you both scrape and bounce upon from it-.Your last active thought as the G-Force and impacts jostle you around your cockpit, gritting your teeth so hard you feel your gums slightly bleeding...Is attempting to push it off you as no doubt, it's reactor is going to blow with the thrusters now offline.
>>6329276Why did the Black-Band do all that?!Miguel Aiman had that question pressed as the escorts of the supply station rushed ahead to the two tumbling GINNs, quick maneuvers now on their level of skill as they separate the skeletonized-armed Mobile Suit from the skewered one...Right before attempting to kick it off, shooting it with their rifles in a hurried motion only for the explosive blast of the reactor implosion to push shrapnel and the escorts onto the hull of the station.Just as Miguel caught the black-band's Mobile Suit, scanning the station for damages...And gritting their teeth as the two escort Mobile Suits plug themselves out from caved in dentures on the hull...The station's out-of-order , damn-it-all..."Captain Aiman!" Comms suddenly surfaced from the station "We thank you for your assistance! Specially your wingman-!"Aiman scoffs, ending the communications as he looked off away towards the Nemo.There's no way he'll use their custom GINN anytime soon, not with the damage it took... And yet.Once again, the Natural saves Coordinator lives, at extremely dangerous odds for their own survival
>>6329277>September 20th, C.E 70[ https://files.catbox.moe/y36uqz.mp3 ]The day of your graduation from ZAFT's military academy... Certainly went in a way you wouldn't have expected.For once, it was... Rather politicized.You'll admit that Margellan's preparative statements consisting of stern critique, snark at your obvious apprehension and an insistance on not fucking it up...Uh... Well, it'd helped that he'd told you to stick to a script, given Chairman Clyne had a better idea how to spread the intended message.You do wonder, while it was coincidental that graduation lined up with the founding date for the PLANT's independence... Clyne seemed intent on making the publicity of your case as loud as possible for reasons you can't intuitIt was, nevertheless, not a matter to take lightly as you're following the steps of the top ace in the class and a guest-speaker, both of which, you're familiar with...And you'll admit, both of these speeches had far different reaches than the standard addressing of your status that Siegel had planned for you to utter.Your turn's coming up, however... Time to break a leg.
>>6329288>Follow up Clyne's speech, One about impact...>Follow up the Class Ace's speech, Athrun spoke about Change...>Follow up the guest speaker's speech, Captain Aiman spoke about rising to the challenge...>Follow... A hunch lf yours, about possibility...
>>6329312>Follow... A hunch lf yours, about possibility...Instincts, instincts...
>>6329312>Follow... A hunch lf yours, about possibility...
>>6329288>>6329314>>6329444You started making your way ahead to the podium, Siegel Clyne and Patrick Zala participating not only because of the high-profile nature of the event...But because Clyne wanted to supervise your progress... And Zala likewise wanted to do the same for his son.Your cue coming in as Chairman Clyne heads up for one last announcementSeemingly stopping Athrun and Aiman from walking off as you reached up behind the curtain, the young man widening their eyes in surprise...And the commander scowling at your presence, as you pass by them, your name being called ahead by Clyne as you held your anticipation by the sleeve of your green coat.Clyne took three steps back as he gave a reassuring if slightly hidden nod towards you... A gesture that feels necessary as you noticed Councilman Zala glaring daggers at your appearance.Gulping down your anxieties away, You took one look forth at the crowd.The whole group of State Press Media suddenly stopped documenting everything as the black band wrapped around your arm was noticed, your whole class staring dumbfounded at you being shown the podium by the supreme chairman of the PLANT council.You take a deep breath, the lull and silence getting to you as a slight, anxious pulse ran across your veins.And you spoke, the first flash of a camera blinding you.
>>6329830You groaned out in pain as the penlight blinded one of your eyes."You're crazy, Black-Band." The Nemo's main physician finishes up examining you as he leans out from the stool you sat on "But I suppose it came with being a ZAFT pilot that survived Endymion. You're cleared."Jotting down upon their notations, you rub your blinded eye lightly as the airlock of the observation room opens up."Natural, you bastard, the hell did you do to your GINN?!" Margellan explodes upon you, pointing at you as you still held your eye."W-what's that got to do with me?! You're the captain of the Nemo, not the chief-!" Your near-instinctual pushback seemed to fall on deaf ears as the medical officer withdrew from the room."Yeah and it's My ship, My Mechanic's bay and My Orders to keep You, the Bluebloods at the Le Creuset Squad and the remaining Suits and vessels around your zone of operations in operating shape." Margellan chiding you does make you somewhat hold back from cursing the intrusion..."Right, can I have that piece of gum?" You point ahead towards Margellan's right-side, the man grabbing and tossing it your way as you unwrap and begin chewing to massage your aching gums."So, yours and that hotshot in high-visibility colours are totaled, for a week at least, the crew at the supply station that was hit sent their regards though." Margellan eases up on his tone as he rounds up the room "Y'know, that one could have turned pretty bad, gotta commend you myself, You're pretty good"You nod to that, though, find it a bit odd how Margellan changed their tune all-of-the-sudden..."No concussions or anything?" Clearing up and stating that the head physician had said you'd managed to avoid the worst of it... Though it does start making you feel an odd chill as Margellan positions themselves behind you "You got oxygen as they were bailing you out of the wreck?""Y-Yeah? What's with asking all of this?" Though Margellan certainly cared for you, as he was ordered as well, It does puzzle you why he seemed to ask that last bit, as he presumably, oversaw that one by himself.You'd have appreciated following that cold thrill running by the nape of your neck as the short, blonde pony-tailed man grasped your neck into a chokehold.
>>6329831Miguel Aiman had orders to rendezvous back to the Vesalius by Captain Le Creuset's orders.He already could guess why, this entire deployment was a bust, Alliance Counter-intelligence succesfully managed to disperse one of ZAFT's prestigious elite teams into a goose chase for military stations that had only been made as shells.Worse-off-to-be, as that Mercenary they had hired had successfully taken down the attempts to reinforce the area in ZAFT's control.Though he could only give a scoff and smirk as he'd thought of the Mercenary pilot, the escorts from the damaged station having taken to finding them as he hid in the wrecks of space... Sure to find them, eventually.Though that isn't the reason why he would still be hanging around the Nemo instead of shuttling back post-haste.Though, he may look suspect as he hauled a fruit basket, courtesy and thanks from the crew of the Supply StationsHe does raise an eyebrow lightly before outright freezing as the airlock opened, a short, blonde man with a captain's coat throttling the Black-Band pilot as the latter sat on a stool for easier chokehold access to the Captain."Oh! Just in time to annoy me about-!" Captain Margellan of the Nemo groaned, the Natural attempting to escape their grasp forcing around the grip of their forearm "Whatever! What do you want?!"Miguel knew far better than offering their share of fruits in the Natural's current situation, deciding to just wordlessly leave the moment the latter locked eyes with him."Oi! Magic Bullet of Dork!" With considerable exemption to their ego being struck, as the ace pilot faced ahead with a scowl on response to the childish mockery "Leave a peach and a handful of Grapes over the counter."Miguel grumbled, before leaving the requested fruit behind them, grumbling under his breath at the former chief engineer of the PLANTs...This would take a while to resolve... One has to wonder the immediate ramifications of this deployment.>Serpent Tail Extraction>Le Creuset's squad's new orders>Magic Bullet of Dusk's Rendezvous
>>6329836>Le Creuset's squad's new orders
>>6329836>>6329890>>6330242Athrun Zala could only wait upon the briefing room of the Vesalius with impatient trepidation...The meeting for new orders has been delayed, worrying him further than what could be of Frieden Moon's status after that rough crash.The airlock opens, the previously excused ginger-haired young man coming into the room with a small envelope on their hands "Moon's back by chance?"Nicol shook their head as Rusty just looked down in worry "Miguel said he was fine...ish but Captain Margellan is having a talk with them." Rusty sits down lazily amongst their compatriots as the darker-skinned one amongst them finally groans out of annoyance."We've been sitting here for an hour! What even is the Captain and Miguel talking about that's taking so long?" Dearka's growing impatience seems to discomfort the blue-haired young man at their side...But it was true. The scheduled meeting for their next orders had been awfully tardy."Suppose they're figuring out our next plan of action, remember that damned mercenary left us all without Mobile Suits" Yzak's annoyance about the fact seemed rather deeply set."I mean, we could take some of the unmarked ones from the Nemo, since it's definitely coming with us..." A motion that seemed to be frowned upon by both Yzak and Dearka."We didn't come aboard as redcoats only to get Greencoat hand-me-downs!" Athrun raised an eyebrow at Yzak's tantrum, something the latter noticed "You don't even say a word! You wrecked a CGUE babysitting Nicol and Rusty instead of taking your chances with-!" Athrun stood up, both coordinators suddenly stancing up for a fight."Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Rusty stood up hurriedly, almost losing his footing and falling down before placing themselves between both aces, distancing them from a fight "Let's not get worked up around this, Sure, I'll admit I was a bit useless. But!"A glare from Yzak shuts down Rusty's argument, as he just sheepishly avoids eye contact... The confrontation drawn to a close as Dearka pulled down their friend back to their seat."I'm annoyed about what happened, but pipe down!" Dearka admonished the Ace's tantrum as Athrun took a step down.If not for the airlock of the room to open, all five aces standing up to attention and saluting...As Miguel looked down upon them, before sighing "Save the frustration for the next mission, Rooks." He smirked at calling them out, all redcoat graduates taking a stand-down to their seats."With what? Our Mobile Suits are wrecked." Yzak near-instantly contested as Dearka elbowed them for them to behave."Good you ask, hope you remember all those espionage lessons, 'cause you'll need them where we're going next." At that moment, the briefing room's holographical display showed new footage, all trainees growing further interest as they glared at the data...ORB Union's Heliopolis station... Is developing Mobile Suits in Secret.
>>6330795That can't...No way, the Alliance had far too much pride to-."This info was directed towards me, but... No doubt Le Creuset has got it too since the encryption seemed done in a hurry." Margellan explained as they bit their last onto the peach in their hands."Is it real?" You try to argue back, not believing how drastic the news would be..."As real as I can believe it to be, It took them a while to recognize the sheer tech imbalance not experimenting with Mobile Suits concepts draws upon them... But that's not why I have you here."Closing the holographic display on the picture, Margellan switches ahead to the mugshot young woman in a red ZAFT coat's."This is the Spy that managed to send me the news, and to put the cherry on the top, Siegel didn't even tell me their name." You arc an eyebrow as Margellan states this... Did Chairman Clyne have a suspicion on the Colony."Suffice to say, I know for a fact Le Creuset's going to want to take a part in this, why wouldn't he...?" The snark he delivered that remark with seems... Awfully bitter, but nevertheless you finish your ration of grapes as Margellan presses the button to open the airlock of his office.And you followed along, a question in your mind "I'm like... Decently taller than-." Margellan gives you a side-glare with their emerald eyes, making you forgo the line of questioning regarding his chokehold "Hey, I got something from-"Margellan does widen their eyes as you mentioned that "Right, I saw in the damage assessment, sturdy little thing." Margellan opened the way to the airlock into the mechanic's bay, as part of your route towards the shuttle bay. "Funny that we find these Alliance Mobile Suits, the make of those knives is definitely from the Atlantic Federation..."You arc your eyebrow once again as Margellan begins to talk about materials testing and the proof-of-concept of these knives being decently old... But definitely backed up by Alliance science and industry for how they managed to make MS-sized knives for general use."An idea does seeme to pop up on his head as you regarded the excess resources the Nemo is usually stocked with given its specialization as a mechanics assistance vessel."Tell you what, when I fix your mobile suit, I could equip some to it, hell, I remember when we tried to make the GINN's heavy blades out of it... Could reverse engineer it into a working one and it would solve the Heat warping issues">These knives sound useful, yeah, you could use some replicas>A better sword? Sounds useful after you melted your previous one>Having this Alliance weapon seems far better as evidence or material to reverse-engineer...>Tell Margellan to not sweat it and not use up resources on it>>6330795(Goddamit, forgot my trip)
>>6330799>These knives sound useful, yeah, you could use some replicas
>>6330799>Having this Alliance weapon seems far better as evidence or material to reverse-engineer...Politics can hurt just as much as a knife.
