>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.
>>6330799>Having this Alliance weapon seems far better as evidence or material to reverse-engineer...Surely it can't be that hard right
>>6330799>A better sword? Sounds useful after you melted your previous oneAlso doesn't advertising your thread on /m/ count as breaking the global rules?
>>6330799>>6330899>>6332898You'd told Margellan to work some of their engineering staff on getting as much information on the knife now that it is in your possession.After all, it seemed sensible, even to you. That if Mercenaries are getting their weapons from the Alliance, it spells out what kind of weapons their Mobile Suits could have."Look, before you go..." Margellan stops you one last time as you settled to shuttle back to the Vesalius "Listen, I understand that the crew of the Vesalius has treated you well, and with good reason."True... It's been different since you'd become the talk of ZAFT given your status as Black-Band pilot, it certainly gave you an edge with the support staff comprised of your fellows as well as the pilots, who had come to somewhat respect your accomplishments at Endymion and later, the missions you've participated on as part of Le Creuset's squad.And that... Ends up being the thing he stopped you for."I have my reasons to be apprehensive of that man... But never take Le Creuset's orders for granted, Get some rest, Natural."You had thought of it, looking down as you waited for the shuttle to arrive onto the Nazca-class vessel.Captain Le Creuset... Was an enigmatic man, to say the least. A legend of ZAFT since its inception and with all the experience you've had within his vessel and team. A very, very competent captain and leader.It estranged you why Margellan seemed so repelled by aiding them, but you assume it could be just both eccentric and stoic personalities contrasting with each other.But as you arrive, docking as the shuttle is caught away into the Vesalius' hangar...You prepare to salute ahead, as the shuttle's airlock compartment opens..."You're late." A deep voice commanded away... Yet you immediately recognized the rather adept attempt at mimicking Le Creuset's voice as you smirked."Rusty, come on, I rolled around a cockpit, you don't have to make me believe I am in troub-" You face off towards the open airlock only to see Rusty, slightly cowering aside as someone beside them pushed them lightly aside.A woman in the ZAFT black uniform... Lieutenant DesLisle glaring at the young man before turning towards you."Precisely, You are late."
>>6333843>September 20th, C.E 70The speech you gave was... Brief, completely spun over your own words as you made with what felt right at the moment.Possibility.That word hadn't only just meant the opened possibilities that Non-Coordinators could have within ZAFT as you graduated as a pilot.It meant... The chance that could be had after so much effort had been put, a chance for the war to end, a chance..."A chance for reconciliation...?" Rusty arched an eyebrow as he quoted the speech as it was replaying on a news terminal "I'm not sure I follow, I don't think most of the PLANTs would."Surely... It'd made quite an impact on the news as you took a quiet moment with Rusty away from any cameras or onlookers to ask questions of.But he did ask one, just about now."I had a friend... One who I hadn't been able to see for a few years now." Rusty seems to nod at that "I assume he's... Gone, with the war having started, but I have a hope that one of these days. After all is over, I can meet him once again.""Amen." Rusty tries to sound cool with the gesture as you give him a puzzled look. "I mean... I get it, I guess, maybe once we're on service we can ask for shore leave in a neutral station and-."You had for a moment, just realized how dangerous it could be to your fabricated past if Rusty started asking away for Etie, as you coughed."I meant it when I said, After. The war." You remark attempting to drop the subject as Rusty dunks away his own can of juice towards a paperbin."You never know, Frieden, You almost died at Endymion. Meeting them maybe's not a priority or anything... But it'd go well after all of this." While he says it with such relaxed yet well-intentioned ignorance...That can't be done, not until everything is over.
>>6333845Exiting out of the hiding hole of the academy you both had, you're pleasantly ambushed not by state media but by your fellow graduates as Dearka gives you both a wave "Where'd you both been? We've been looking for you." The attempt to answer that goes silent-.As Yzak glares at you as soon as he finds you "You think you're slick trying to-!?" Dearka places their arm in front of them as they silently admonished the outbursts.Right as you four lead back to the main group."-Mack the Knife lost to you? I don't believe it!" Captain Aiman seemed surprised at Athrun's track record as the class ace....You do remember also doing miraculously well on knife-fighting class, but you didn't beat the instructor at their own game like Athrun did...The mood does grow sour as Miguel notices you, a frown appearing in their face as Rusty's called away by Nicol."You think you can spew that Spatial-Awareness Theory garbage and claim a win-?" Miguel seems to stop as Athrun steps up."That... Was coincidental, Frieden doesn't know the specifics of Spatial-Awareness Theorem, We've been quizzed about it during instruction." Athrun standing up to you does at least remind you that maybe... Some choices of words had come instinctually and could be perceived as that."Yeah! In espionage classes, where'd you guys have to learn how to lie to Naturals like him over their own bullshit-!" You definitely felt like interfering and sizing down the situation after that outbursts."Guys, huddle up! Rusty managed to get a Camera!" Nicol called out ahead as they grasped Yzak's shoulder."What the-!? Get off of me!" Yzak politely pushed the young boy off them as he cleaned up their uniform "I got to look cleaner than that, You know why."Nicol for his part just relented with a teasing motion "Fine, Fine. Rusty, get over here!"The orange-haired young man looked away from the camera as he realized his own situation, before calling out to you for a favour...And with a snap of that camera in your hands...
>>6333847"Heh, Heh! Better late than never, am I right?" As you examined the photo-framed picture that Rusty had in his envelope, you gave a reassuring nod as he sighs "Sorry that I got you in trouble... I didn't even know Lieutenant DesLisle was behind me after all."You sigh, acknowledging the lecture she gave you was over taking your while with Margellan after your check-up "It's fine... So, we have a new mission early tomorrow?" You ask away, Rusty nodding."Yep, We're going to an ORB station to... Don't alarm yourself, but we're checking rumours on Natural-Made Mobile Suits." As Rusty hushed up and told you, you acknowledged the message for Margellan had indeed been caught on by Le Creuset as well, just like he said..."Anything else beside infiltration?" You ask away, not quite certain of the particular intent of the infiltration as you both made your ways toward the bunks."I dunno, Captain Le Creuset is figuring out how he'll ease our entry into the Colony... But that's a worry for them, we're adviced to get as much rest as we can." As you both stop upon your bunk's airlock, he gives you a salute, taken away by the side-rail "I'll see you tomorrow! Godspeed!"You sigh, entering the airlock to already see Nicol resting up for the upcoming mission as you settle back to your end of the bunk.You sigh, putting the new picture-frame by your side as you... Couldn't help but worry about Margellan's seeming apprehension to Le Creuset.He's been a good commander so far... But there's a real tension between the former chief engineer and him that you can't quite place.You figure it's better not to lose sleep over it, given how important tomorrow would be... But a faint thought did cross your mind as you finally settled into the land of Nod.>The Infiltration... What are going to be its preparations?>The Colony... There's a degree of uncertainty you have with its neutrality, would they know how the war is creeping on them?>The Mobile Suits... The Alliance is finally gearing up in MS Warfare, you wonder what facilitated it?
>>6333850>The Colony... There's a degree of uncertainty you have with its neutrality, would they know how the war is creeping on them?
>>6333850>>6334269>>6335568It is 3:00 AM upon Heliopolis Station's designated Time-Zone.The witching hour, an old belief that predated the creation of the Cosmic Era Calendar, warning of odd bumps of the night and strange happenings of Paranormal nature.Such was that, under the cover of that very same night, A Spy of youthful age skulked across the outskirts of Morgenroete's engineering facilities within the Colony.Displeased with the situation as she acknowledged that staff from the facility had noticed them just as she managed to finally uncover the truth behind her official assignment given personally by Supreme Chairman Siegel Clyne.The Alliance had crossed the Rubicon of their own prideful making, finally experimenting with Mobile Suit weaponry concepts of their own... And not just that, but a superior-class warship carrier for it as well.The name still chill on their head as she had overheard Alliance personnel comment.Gundam.Hiding within the cover of night, The young woman hid her spy camera and monoscope as she looked over the armed patrols overlooking the hangars.Still using Handguns, her apparent Youth working in her favour upon the recent comers within their ranks.Very unlike the proper Morgenroete Security team, who had decided to take her sighting to a proper extreme as the night-time patrol Humvee meets with the alliance-uniformed men.The case was blown, and with her transceiver signal currently jammed, she wouldn't be able to inform further to the trusted personnel hopefully coming to their aide.Deciding to cut their losses, The Spy dashed away, an unlicensed motorbike being used to escape the facilities and the industrial sector of the colony altogether as thoughts raced upon their head.They most likely have a broad-description of her features, no doubt ready to begin a proper coordinated search with authorities in order to keep this most grievous secret hidden within shadows.So, A cover needed to be made stray thoughts moving across the young woman's mind.If the secret got out, as the Morgenroete security team's gear implied It would not be pretty. Now to focus on how to exfiltrate.Taking a quiet break upon the residential district of the Colony, The woman processed fake credentials...Station Service rosters would be reviewed, Visitor and tourist passports could easily be cross-referenced...But an idea crossed the young woman's mind, as a pamphlet stamped onto a corkboard tore itself off from a gust in the wind...Within it, A technical college seemed to showcase a demonstration of a brand new Mobile Worker unit for EVA repairs around the station.That much seemed promising, as the Young Woman finalized forging her credentials, one last look at her own red-eyed brunette reflection from the darkening screen of the spy kit.As she went off into the night, Aware of the risk she would find herself in were she caught.
>>6333850You awake, quickly alisting and readying for operation duties as Nicol took a look to the messages within his tablet terminal."This... Why do we have so many crews under our flag?" You arc an eyebrow to the worried statement, right as you both soon made your way to the center-piece of the Vesalius.And flinch as you step in "Go to hell, Le Creuset!" Margellan screams from an opposite land as three other captains from other lines looked indecisively between their screens "We didn't know of this, Why the hell would we-?!""Precisely, because we've still got the element of surprise on-hand, even with the current events."You blink twice, settling down with the rest of the Le Creuset team."I still can't believe these Naturals are now perverting our weapons..." Matthew comments in a hushed tone, one of Miguel's personal wingmen."Black-Band just arrived, behave." Olor chided at them in an attempted indirect, right as Miguel just scoffed at the images captured by that spy."Man, the anticipation's killing me..." Rusty leaned at you as they held an uneasy smile "You have any idea why Margellan's so opposed to-?""It's pretty obvious when you look at the facts." Nicol quickly grasped the situation as he darted their eyes at the statistics within the projections "Fresh Alliance ships have been confirmed on the docking area. We didn't know that before we've arrived outside the operation zone." Rusty sighs, though still remains rather antsy as you looked at the brand new info.A whole alliance fleet... Whatfor? Have they come to take the Mobile Suits out?"Le Creuset, I need the Natural on my ship to discuss mechanics." Margellan chimes in one last time."Hmnn, it is true the Black-Band had lost his machine in the last operation..." Le Creuset pauses as they look back to you, before reaffirming towards the former Chief Engineer "But do remember, We will start our operation in five hours."
>>6335633"Alright, Come back ASAP, Frieden." Athrun, Rusty and Nicol came around to see you off your shuttle to the Nemo, the former saluting you away "We'll remain on stand-by while the operation proceeds."You nod to it as Rusty lightly jabbed Athrun on the side with their elbow "Actually... Maybe we could pull some favours and have you join our-!" His enthusiasm seems dashed lightly as Nicol sighs, shaking their head."I would... Appreciate that, but this mission only has Veterans and Redcoats assigned for a reason, It's highly dangerous what could happen between transport and once we're inside." You... Do look down as you consider that.Something still on your mind as Margellan dictates out all the possible errors in Le Creuset's plan."Had to be a damn fleet, Of course! Couldn't do this quietly and quickly. No, we need a mounted defense armed to the teeth!" Margellan's complaints about their luck do not entirely entice you "You're not thinking about doing something as stupid as agreeing to Le Creuset's death trap, right Natural?!"That... Really did depend, you were honestly expecting them to line up a GINN to participate as everything lined up for it. Le Creuset's plan was dangerous, but this Alliance Fleet being here changed the nature of the infiltration wildly.Although... Something does irk Margellan as he stares at the projected image of the ZAFT spy who had informed you all of the Mobile Suits."Look... Whatever happens over whatever you do. I need you to find her." He remarks, tapping their hand towards a drawer... Right as they pull it open quickly "On second though, Fuck Le Creuset's plan. I can make a better one." You arc an eyebrow about that...Right as Margellan pulled out an EA uniform from the drawer.What followed was Margellan quickly forwarding a private conversation, quickly bringing up the rather slap-dash docking of the Alliance fleet, no doubt attempting to avoid detection from the civilian populace aboard.And the Uniform drawn aback as Margellan explained away "-Consider, Commander Le Creuset. If there are medical checkpoints for Biometry, Ensign Moon would pass them without issues, something even our top spies struggle with." Margellan proclaimed with certainty as you held back in anticipation of your Commanding Officer's answer."You certainly seem confident and eloquent about this plan, Captain Margellan. But..." Margellan restrained themselves from frowning, seeing their right eye twitch as Le Creuset continued from his pause "Ensign Moon is still under my jurisdiction, now, If they were to accept... I would gladly extend the possibility of this plan."So... As Margellan looks back to you, is it now that you weigh your options.
>>6335638>Follow Le Creuset's Plan to the tee, Get a new Mobile Suit and aid in the escort and search for the infiltration.>Request to be placed in the personal infiltration roster, just like Rusty had suggested>Follow Margellan's plan and try to infiltrate the Colony in advance, as well as report findings within the ranks of the Alliance
>>6335641>Follow Margellan's plan and try to infiltrate the Colony in advance, as well as report findings within the ranks of the AllianceThe fun option.
>>6335641>Follow Margellan's plan and try to infiltrate the Colony in advance, as well as report findings within the ranks of the Alliance
>>6335638>>6335641>>6335662You gulp down, acknowledging Margellan's gaze towards you as you stepped into frame of the recording."Commander Le Creuset!" Quickly raising your arm up to your chest in a salute, the masked man acknowledges you with a slight smirk "Having been briefed under all possibilities and unique chances this mission could have in aiding the reconnaissance of the Alliance Mobile Suits... I find myself uniquely fit for this task."Margellan couldn't hold his own smirk any longer, as Le Creuset hummed in thought "So be it under your own terms, Moon. However."And that much seemed to change Margellan's smirk, right as you changed into the Alliance Uniform and placed yourself within the operating cockpit of a Mistral mobile armour."This fucking man!" Margellan complained within your hidden earpiece as you flinched "The fuck did he mean that the planning was set?! I'm trying to avoid getting the damn colony shot at and he just-!?" Margellan lets lut an incomprehensible guttural growl as you toned down the volume within your ear."That's not really the kind of language I'd expect from-?" A quick, coarse and sworn rebuttal to your remark was all you got as you settled "Okay, maybe I do feel somewhat anxious about effectively having a time limit."The planning stage of Le Creuset's infiltration was already set, and after the estimated time-frame of opportunity, the Alliance could quickly catch the ZAFT ships held back in anticipation.It made sense, It didn't really ease you that it did."So, to recap from my desk." Margellan resumed as the departing preparations of your craft were finished "You're to infiltrate the Alliance Boarding procedure, in any way you can manage to. Managing to get information not just on their troop movements within the station, but the Mobile Suits we're searching for. I hope I don't have to repeat aloud your remaining objective."Right, That Spy, the Alliance force and most important of all.The Mobile Suits within."You better not be stupid and try and go gung-ho, You have an uniform and hopefully, the training to go around unnoticed." Margellan admonishes one last time as you take control of the Mistral."I already feel kinda stupid not going with Le Creuset's plan..." You manage to mention as Margellan... Unexpectedly didn't immediately berate the notion."I know, You're willingly placing your neck on a ticking guillotine... I appreciate that much, so trust me when I say this." Margellan prepared to cut the transmission and encrypt it, leaving you finally to the mission."Don't fuck this up, I trust you not to."
>>6335835[ https://files.catbox.moe/sehito.mp3 ]In the end... Your first obstacle was evident as you approached Heliopolis station.Trepidation making your pulse run wild as you maneuvered the repair craft in your possession along others drifting around the fleet."Hey, wait a moment." An alliance controller quickly makes contact with your craft "You, What fleet are you with?"You freeze, immediately quivering at the first obstacle.You were... Formerly part of the 9nth fleet of the Earth Alliance Forces, stationed at Artemis...But... You have a hunch"8th Fleet, running final repairs for that asteroid we collided with, Frieden Moon. Over." That... That much somehow flowed across your words as the Controller hums."You'd think these damn colonists would have finally hollowed out their area, You missed formation so jot down into the roster once you board back." The controller passed away as you could hear them scoff "I need a drink... Shit! Over!"You boarded without any issue afterwards, managing to stifle a smirk at a flawless infiltration as you acknowledged while you were in... It was far from over.You had a roster of tools at your disposal, besides the hidden transceiver in your ears. Namely, A Spy camera with direct line to Margellan's systems, ready to display tactical coordinates. Your old Alliance issued handgun and... A Flash Drive."Within this is a MS system virus, these things are easy to call out so normally we teach our spies to just code their viruses out of memory. But you're a special case" Margellan's words resounded upon your head as you jotted down your name into the arrivals roster "If things go to shit but you manage to find yourself one of these Mobile Suits... Just get in the cockpit and jab it on an access panel. Get back here alive, you hear me?"You'll do your best that you can, right as you enter into the colony proper-.
>>6335836As a simulator bay greets your eyes."How did you pass basic training if you crash so hard against AI?" A dark-skinned soldier comments towards the opening pod as within it, a young soldier gasped for air "Hey, cool it! Don't hyperventilate out of simple exercises!""I-I'm trying!" Their voice clearly demonstrates how youthful they are if their appearance didn't confirm it. "If the instructor were to give me commands...""Oi, Who the hell are you?" Another soldier, this one with a distinct accent "I haven't seen your face, you one of the poor sods stationed here?"You steel your nerves and proceed to answer "Yeah, what's the issue-?"You're cut-off as the dark-skinned soldier makes a confused expression "Hey, what's with the accent? Limey here I get, but I haven't heard one like yours."The english-accented one smacked the back of the dark-skinned soldier's head "Fuck right off, Yank! You want to repeat that again?"Their brief spat made you soon realize something quickly.If your accent was noticeably strange... And theirs were evident... Is this an Atlantic Federation secret?"H-hello!? I still need an instructor here!" The young man in the simpod raised away as you checked your possibilities.You have five hours remaining to accomplish your objectives... But leaving so abruptly after being questioned could be suspicious.>Pass as an instructor... You have the skill, so it should be easy, if timely.>It does seem strange why an instructor isn't nearby, ask what's the buzz and leave to gather intel.>Excuse yourself over an important matter, get started on recollecting intel.>Write-In
>>6335838>Pass as an instructor... You have the skill, so it should be easy, if timely.the accent thing caught me off-guard. so it means wherever we came from isn't doing an open collaboration with the zaft.
>>6335838I really wanna say it's an Upper New York accent. From Utica, to be more precise.>Pass as an instructor
>>6335838>>6336039>>6337498Tentantively passing by the simpod, you look out for the outside terminal, as the dark-skinned man and englishman took a look out to the data you inputted.And more specifically, your linking of another simpod to the trainee's."I guess I do have some time to instruct you. What's your piloting experience?" You mention away, opening your own pod to aid in their training while getting-."One M-Month, F-Florida base training." W-what?You shook off your conflicting thoughts, He didn't strike you like Ace Material like you were beforehand but... Things were certainly different one year ago compared to now.And that much reminded you as you stepped once again into the role of instructor, settling everything right as you held your control's tightly.
>>6337688>September 26th, CE 70.You settle into the simulator environment as you wait for the GINN to materialize ahead "Alright, Moebius-Zero online... Waiting on you Rey."The GINN shows up away, as the young man piloting it quickly connected their comms line to yours "Thank you for having the time for this, Mind-Killer." Rey expresses away as their GINN makes a slight bow of its head while looking at your craft."No need to call me that, that's... Just how state-media calls me." You are a little bit embarrassed by the name hand-picked by the media for notoriety, as you begin to wade across the simulated space in your craft "Give me a few minutes to acclimatize, same to you. Then we start."You... Had two weeks before departing away, being personally recruited by Rau Le Creuset for his brand new Nazca-Class vessel and commanding team to your own surprise.You remember by state media that he was at Endymion as well, but nothing else besides that... More pressingly, with your training done and the rest of the group likewise preparing and resting for the beginning of their service.You found yourself with a lot of free time now that Margellan didn't have the authority to continue testing the FLUGG.You didn't expect a heavy part of it to be teaching Durandal's assistant the basics of MS combat."There!" You quickly release a barrage of Line-Barrel shots, trapping Rey's GINN in a firing line before finishing them off with an unguarded shot to their cockpit with the railgun.Taking a good look at the time and noticing Rey starting to grow weary by the training, you begin shutting down the simulations as hydraulic hisses fill out your hearing."Rey? You good?" You ask away as the blonde teen pulls themselves off their pod."I can't be this lacking... Not compared to him!" You get out of your pod as Rey stands on wobbly legs, quickly getting by their side as you help them stabilize."Hey, no need to drag yourself down, it took me far longer than a week to get to the level of maneuvering you've got." Trying to put some pep to his spirits, you give him a slight shake of the arm as he politely steps back."I know... Thanks for spending your time with me." Rey gives out a faint smile before being preoccupied with what's on his mind."Take a break, I'm not going anywhere until October." You mention to them as he looked down."Yeah... Not enough time to prepare to the level of my Brother..." as he dejectedly put himself down, you arced an eyebrow."You have a Brother?" You ask away, only for Rey's brow to widen, as if he didn't mean to reveal that.Yet, it goes down as he calms down from his panicked burst "Yeah, they're on ZAFT." He shrugged their shoulders before taking a sigh "I want to prepare to be on his level by July of next year."
>>6337689You hefted him up by the wrist as you handed them a hand-towel in his other hand, Rey seemingly baffled by the gesture as you let go of him."Well, with your progress and my help, I don't doubt you'll make Redcoat material. But..." Leaving them to wipe their brow, you headed off, opening the door "Let's not rush onto it, I know this place by the residential district, You like Burgers and Shakes?"Truthfully, knowing you're friends with peers half a decade younger than you, It was really much more of Rusty's idea to turn it into your regular dine-out restaurant... But.Rey's smile as you both went out, starting to talk-up the locale you'd be visiting was worth enough of a reward.
Rolled 8, 70 = 78 (2d100)>>6337690Settling out of the simulation, You take some notices of the counters you had coded in explicitly for coaching...A marked improvement over their previous attempts, the young man hefting out from their pod as you heard the hydraulics hissing away.Yet, you did take time away from the infiltration in order to blend in convincingly, taking note of the hour you've dedicated to this."Goddamn! That's some skill you have, blond guy!" You hear the dark-skinned service member jeer away "Y'know, I'm starting to think you're more than just some space guardsman like you'd-"You raised your brow as they shut themselves up suddenly, peering away from your simpod...Right as a stern-face pulled for the neck of your uniform "You asshole! Why the hell are you playing around while we're searching for you?!" They shook you before pulling you out of the pod."H-Hey! Thanks for instruct-!" The rookie pilot waved away at you as you were pulled away into the hallways."Save it!" Was only the response from the stern-faced young man as the airlocks lock behind you "Grenel, We've been called to report for the G-Project, why the hell were you hiding?!" As you're finally let go, following along the way with them.You... Cough, suddenly realizing the position you're in with how open that was revealed to you."Sorry, I noticed he needed the pointers and-!" The young man pulled a tab to your hands as he tapped in it."Fine whatever, just sign this so we can get our ID's together."You peer at the digital tab for a moment before realizing its s roster form.Not just that A roster form full of names of Earth Alliance Aces you've heard of while aboard the NazcaStamping a confirmation onto the identity you've assumed as Grenel Loos. You make your way ahead as station security addresses you with brand new ID's stamped for Morgenroete facilities.You furtively snap a picture of the 10-Man roster with your spy-camera before proceeding ahead further with your accompanying partner.As a Humvee comes to pick you both up from the dock, right on towards Morgenroete's engineering facilities.>Roll 2d100
Rolled 69, 63 = 132 (2d100)>>6337692
Rolled 65, 44 = 109 (2d100)>>6337692>LoosWhere's Katejina at.
Rolled 77, 87 = 164 (2d100)>>6337692>>6337702nice
>>6337692The Earth Alliance shuttle that had docked with Heliopolis station in secret remained silent as the Atlantic Federation brass and the test pilots were processed at different intervals.Case-in-point were such personnel as the assistant to the flight, the technical staff within...And other pilots of renown that had no part in the G-Project, such as Mu La Flaga."You think they'll let us see them by the week we'll be stationed here?" A fellow pilot mentioned to the Hawk of Endymion as they tugged at the neck of their normal suit."Definitely not you, but I could snap pictures if you want." Mu confidently mentioned as he watched the outflow of cargo and supplies the shuttle had been carrying.In particular, at the machine in question that had been hauled as an open secret amongst the crew of the Agammenon-class Hidalgo."I've seen it being serviced by the guys with the red armbands, Crazy what we're amounting to." The service-member commented away as Mu couldn't really see the difference between the machines being created right here on neutral territory...And the ones that the Eurasian Federation had mandated to be sent by, in secret of course.Admiral Halberton needed donors for the technologies but to think Moscow would get to work as well...And it all proceeded to be carted away under the careful supervision of one person Mu only tangentially knew... But outright suspected of being their main pilot.Amado Koa, from the East Asian Republic and one of these red-banded personnel that Mu theorized to be a special ops team within the OMNI-Enforcer ranksBut enough of theorizing what-not with their current missions, Mu knew that this operation, week-long as it would be. Is essentially easy-street and an unofficial vacation for the wearied ace->Connection... Once again = 70 (Minour Success)Yet, there is a slight hunch in his gut as he stared away into the opening hatch..."Owen, was it?" Mu commented towards their colleague as they turned towards them "Can you get my Zero amongst the cargo going by the redbands?"For their part, the service-member just arced an eyebrow, as Mu settled into action, readying to smuggle themselves into the cargo going outwards.Thoughts raced into their head as they acted upon instinct... But only one thing remained solid as they successfully hid within a tarp."It can't be... Someone else survived Endymion?"
>>6337692>>6337702>>6337722>>6337852>Roadside Disruption = 8 (Majour Failure)The Humvee driver slowed down as your partner went on about their wonders for the G-Project.It was obvious why as a crashed and fuming motorbike blocked the highway, being curtained by Men in Tactical gear and modified rifles who eyed you three out."Couldn't have gone far, but the explosion seems to not have gone to plan with all the oil around." One of them comnented before they glared at your driver "Move along. This is Colony Security's duty."That small threat was all that required for the driver to resume their hurried along drive."The hell's up with these space freaks?" Your partner commented as you stared one last time at the burning wreck "Grenel, You read the dossier for these, right?" You stare back at them as you... Try to come up with something."Wish I had, had my plate full as we were boarding." You come up with a lie only for them to pull a dossier out of their coat."Somehow, I don't think that's gonna be an issue." As he opens up the folder within, their raven hair blowing back from the speed of the Humvee.You take a brief look at them before they pass them on to your hands.Pictures and basic field specifications on use.Nothing really specific and certainly not aiding on piloting them."Buster, Duel, Strike... I know they look imposing and all, but I really would have appreciated getting a damn piloting manual." He complains about the contents, as you snap pictures upon the files while he didn't look."I guess... It's been long overdue since Yggdrasil for us to learn about Mobile Suits ourselves." Wistfully looking up to the artificial sky of the colony, your partner raises an eyebrow."You don't have to be so melodramatic, You know...? Guess we'll learn as we go over the week."You... Slightly cringe at the true nature of your infiltration mission as they give you a pat on the shoulder.You suppose knowing well enough that their lives could very well be at the opposite end of your gun is something you hadn't thought of, separated by steel and the void of space
>>6338077>>6337702>>6337722>>6337852Arriving at the Morgenroete facility, as well as furtively shooting pictures of the surroundings for recoinnasance purposes...You followed along as you were guided away into underground facilities within the Colony's industrial sector.Likewise avoiding the armed patrols of Colony security peering around the hallways."Okay, what the fuck!?" Your partner, who you had managed to read their ID as Allan as he's pushed away by the armed troops "Why the hell are they so jump-!""They saw a teenager shooting pictures around the premises, not to mention a motorbike explosion blocking traffic into the sector."As a bespectacled young man explains away, you quickly look upon their ID...And realize he's a superior of you both."Lieutenant Devlin!" Allan and you follow a salute immediately...>Sniff test = 77 (Majour Success)"Loos, why is your hair grown out of regulation?" You gulp down, suddenly realizing that ZAFT's lack of regulatory compulsions would clash with the Alliance's military tradition "Peh, no matter, Parsec, Loos. Follow along for a briefing over the G-Projects goals."Quickly following along... You realize that maybe this could be a prime time for an update, as you acknowledge your comms-line could be hotmiced with just a few adjustments...>Furtive Espionage = 87"-Getting your signal, what's going on, why did you send useless documents-" You shush Margellan in as you feign a sneeze "Wait... I can hear around you... Alright, you better get something good this time."You take heed of the time, Four Hours remain for your infiltration until Le Creuset's plan.Yet, you listen intently as the demonstration starts, all other pilots rounded up as a digital screen begins a recounting of the battle of Yggdrasil.Yet your thoughts slightly wander as you consider everything going on.>Margellan... Certainly he has a better idea how to proceed after this meeting is over...?>The Le Creuset Squad... You hope they are doing well enough given the circumstance, would they worry about you?>The Spy... Could that Motorbike be part of their exfiltration, where could they be?
>>6338080>The Spy... Could that Motorbike be part of their exfiltration, where could they be?
>>6338080>Margellan... Certainly he has a better idea how to proceed after this meeting is over...?
>>6338080>>6338673>>6338691Margellan gripped the armchair of their desk seat tightly, the dimly illuminated room only shining alight to their bespectacled face...The projections from the Audio-Only recording and the listening in command post of the Vesalius, as well as Rau Le Creuset and Fredrik Adres, Captain and Executive officer listening in.Five Mobile Suits equipped with Miniaturized Beam WeaponryThat alone seemed like an impossible step of engineering outright decimated by the Alliance's resources and ingenuity.But there was more than just the source of many, many sleepless nights for the former Chief Engineer.A brand new form of armour that would make them impervious to all damage.Engine and battery up-to-specs that would go a long way to surpass even the CGUE's operating schemes.And the cherry on top, and most important on the Engineer's head as he had previously noted upon the Nemo's growing pains in modifying it.A brand new flagship, powerful and imposing yet equipped and stellarly outfitted for the Mobile Suits to coordinate in strategic deploymentsIn poetic terms, The Alliance had made its Instrumentality, along with five Thrones upon their ace champions.So as time ticked within the short, blond pony-tailed man's anxious pulse, he looked over towards the Vesalius screen.Adres seemed terrified at the specifications of this flagship, Margellan wouldn't blame them. He was ultimately a rare breed amongst the PLANTs.A man of Faith would be inured at the prospect of facing an Archangel."This... Changes the nature of this mission, considerably." Le Creuset opens their mouth as Margellan gripped their armchair. "Ephraime... It seems entrusting my crew to your planning has been a right call."He did not bat an eye at the stroke of their ego, a welling depth of anticipation already washing over the Captain of the Nemo as he prepared to instruct the Natural to engage their next objectives."Adres, Summon the Le Creuset Team to ready for infiltration." Margellan let go of their armchair as they widened their brow."Le Creuset, what the-?!" He controlled their tone, not readying the transceiver as the strategy reunion started coming to a close."Why, this Infiltration changes considerably into one of urgency, You understand precisely the struggles we in the PLANTs have faced for the Alliance to have achieved them in the meanwhile... Thus, it is Imperative we steal or scuttle their process, one way or another."
>>6338900He couldn't fight the logic.Sound as it was and simple in how these technologies could eclipse ZAFT's capabilities if properly developed...There was one objection Margellan could place, out of a deep corner of their heart, buried within coarse language and calculated stratagems."Rau... Think it well on the optics, We're planning to infiltrate a neutral colony!" It could only end in disaster, yet..."The Alliance had thought of that as well, but with this data recorded by Ensign Moon. We can prove otherwise."Margellan laid shocked in their chair.He couldn't have planned far along to justify his approach... Not in the-?
Rolled 99, 39 = 138 (2d100)>>6338080As you're passing along the hallways, the briefing was concluded. And it ended up with you all being order to rest from the docking in order to get right into piloting the prototype mobile suits.Gundam..."Come! Guuuundaaaam!" One of the younger trainees from the 10-man roster raises up, forming a block with their arms "Aegis, Formation!""Cut it out, you snot-nosed twerp!" The oldest of the roster yelled at them "I got a migraine from trying to read the piloting manuals under the dim light of the briefing and you're making it worse by making stuff up!""Yeah, the Aegis has a Mobile Armour transformation, not a shield of any kind." Allan comments away as the young pilot raises their arms wide, forming their fingers into claw-like grips "Y'know, I'd expected you to join in on the nonsense, Grenel. Why'd you look so grim? Still ill from the food on the Hidalgo?"You nod absentmindedly, taking the easy cover away as you try to not be overwhelmed by the sheer disparity and wonder these machines and their flagship have.That meeting went into deep detail and as you took upon the time...You have two hours remaining before Le Creuset's plan is performed...Although you're absent-mindedly roped into a conversation between the pilots and their picks for their most anticipated machine.>The Aegis seems popular, No wonder with it being the leader.>The Duel seems the simplest to operate, which seems ideal to accustom to.>The Buster's long range capabilities seem phenomenal, It should translate well to your own experience.>The Blitz's stealth capabilities seem unique, Hide in plain sight even to the most advanced sensors arrays?>The Strike... You wonder what these Striker packs really are, seeing as they didn't get talked about. A real mystery machine.Yet, after a answering, You had it clear.>Find a quiet and isolated place, report to Margellan on your findings and for instructions.>Go on ahead and check the machines, you were given their approximate location, might as well lock in.>Disengage and search for the Spy that was within the Colony in the first place, Margellan gave you a code in order to let them know.>Keep it calm and collected, you're doing well enough by doing absolutely nothing, you can get even more info this way by following the flow.>Write-in
>>6338905>The Blitz's stealth capabilities seem unique, Hide in plain sight even to the most advanced sensors arrays?>Go on ahead and check the machines, you were given their approximate location, might as well lock in.Let's get sneaky!
>>6338905>The Buster's long range capabilities seem phenomenal, It should translate well to your own experience.>Disengage and search for the Spy that was within the Colony in the first place, Margellan gave you a code in order to let them know.
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