>It is January 24th of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread:>>6321520>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, The Mind-Killer. Black-Band pilot of ZAFT. Has found himself participating in a covert infiltration of the Atlantic Federation's G-Project using his background as a former EA pilot... Though unfortunately caught in the crossfire of ZAFT's operation to steal the Mobile Weapons in Heliopolis Colony. A deceived partner uncovers a secret of the Nation of ORB. Which now lays on Frieden's own hands to pilot.
>>6344652It didn't take long for the awe of the security to be turned towards your Mobile Suit with direct retaliation.You freeze, the unfamiliar environment and the situation of being shot at with rifle rounds to no use quickly spiralling out of control as you scramble to take notice of the piloting deck.There's levers and switches for everything in it, the movement controls are similar to the GINN's but the rest..."What's the hold-up?!" The semi-robotic voice, soundly oddly animated calls out as you flinch! "Don't tell me you know jack about how to-!?" The voice startled you as you held to your movement controls...And hefted forth, releasing your first steps from the MS carrying compartment as you stomp flat a humvee and spread away security far from it, the ensuing explosion lightly shaking your step as you take notice of arriving SAM platforms."Take down the Astray Frame! Aim for the center of-!" You panic, quickly flicking switches on instinct as you engaged a weapon interface, targeting reticle dropping to your eye level."CIWS? Dammit, It'll have to do!" Acknowledging quickly the nature of the Vulcans, you prime the firing reticles as your systems let you know the level of elevation they'd have.As the green mobile suit lets out a spray of Vulcans from two head-mounted cannons, the SAM's and approaching Humvees receiving the shells dead-on ahead as they blow up, scattering the security as you suddenly found your firing stopped."Hey, Hey! Don't spend them all in one volley! We're barely armed as is!" The voice once again resounds over your cockpit as you finally let out a gagged breath.That was... That was extremely close and heart-racing."Grenel! Over here!" You hear out Allan as they raise and wave their arms for you to notice "Rip the top of the container of the truck we crashed!"He... Did mention the cargo was MS weapons
>>6344653You couldn't believe your eyes at seeing these...Beam Rifles in proper."Type 71 Beam Rifle, scanned and locked in." As you pick it up, the voice runs a brief system diagnostic as it adds it to the list of weaponry recorded within your system's macros.Aside from the Two Beam Sabers You realized this Mobile Suit had tucked behind its shoulders... There's a shield and-."Pick that up, We'll definitely need that later." The robotic voice chimes in as you hover over a strange, green-painted rifle with a sharpened handle and stock."O-Okay, who or what are you?" You had to step in as it aided you, quickly scanning and recording a Twin-Sword Rifle. "You don't know? Sheesh, you're slow." The machine sasses you as you just stare upwards of your cockpit with incredulity "Name's G-four, designation Rod dot Zero. But it's a mouthful, so..."You take a look towards your status interface as a typeface types out a phonetic pronunciation..."Garodo? Huh?" You blink puzzled before the machine lets out a sound that approximates a whistle."There you go! Just on the first time, Knew the word would fly off the tongue for ya." You are even more puzzled by how animated this... Artificial Intelligence?It has to be one, and a very advanced one if it's this lively and used for MS coordination."Alright, Grenel. How're you doing up there?!" Allan calls out to you as you intently look for munitions of any kind "Didn't you listen on the briefing, Dummy? The rifles are fed from the suit's battery... At least for the G-!"Allan suddenly froze as their expression turned panicked "The damn G-Weapons! Grenel, we need to get back to Morgenroete! Forget the spacemen. ZAFT can't steal our shit!"You finessed as you tucked the beam rifles into hardpoints of your MS' hips, quickly helping Grene exchange the empty MS carrier with the semi-depleted weapons cache cargo on the non-totalled truck.As he remarked of this one officer he saw trying to gather survivors to crew the Archangel... As well as the GINN he had previously mentioned>Go with Allan to the Morgenroete hangars... Try and defuse the MS hijack situation.>Dissuade Allan and try and immediately confirm the location of the Archangel battleship carrier.>Tell Allan to go on ahead to the Archangel, find this GINN he had mentioned beforehand>Write-In
>>6344656>Dissuade Allan and try and immediately confirm the location of the Archangel battleship carrier.
Rolled 3, 7, 50 = 60 (3d100)>>6344656>>6344709>>6346129While you had your doubts in regards to this one GINN...You let them slide as another objective of your infiltration presented itself by off-handed mention."You remember who it was that told you about the Archangel?" You ask away during one intermission, using the Mobile Suit's hands to clear away debris and both abandoned and destroyed vehicles from Allan's truck."One petty officer, Neumann, I think... Believe he was one of the guys posted two weeks prior when these shipped." Allan commented as the better part of his concerned panic was reigned in "What're you suggesting?"You stop your train of thought for a moment, wondering if you're predictable before continuing "I'm saying... We aren't the only ones that weren't knocked out or died from the explosions, Maybe some of the guys manage to board the G-weapons-."A quick scoff was his immediate answer "Grenel, It was only because of you I'm still kicking instead of buried in rubble. I don't want to think about the rest of the pilots after seeing the base during that attack." His cut-off seems to be out of coping with the stress of the hijacking."I still think reinforcing the Archangel's our best bet... We need a way out of here if colony security's on-the-know about this suit.""Oh, They know. Not like they can do anything about it though." The robotic voices chimes in as Allan sighs on the other end of the comm line."Alright, that's... Strangely making some sense coming out of you." Allan changes roadside direction as you look off and away...Plumes of smoke and the trail of destruction leading into Morgenroete proper.
Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6346156Mu La Flaga darted away, blitzing past Moebius and Mistral debris as a GINN makes the mistake of following his ruse.Promptly getting its thruster jets perforated by Linebarrel fire before exploding from the successive chain reaction.>Dogfight = 50 (Minour success)[ https://files.catbox.moe/g0i1pr.mp3 ]"Where'd that guy and his mobile suit go?!" Mu exasperatedly called as he weaved off pursuit, his spine chilling as a connection is made once again."We meet again, Mu La Flaga!" Mu's instinct weaved off the White CGUE as it thrusted ahead of them."Rau Le Creuset!"That, was the name of The White Phantom of ZAFT. Tangled in fighting with the Hawk of Endymion ever since the start of the war.Mu had acknowledged the fight was all but lost for the alliance, one singular Drake-Class of the whole fleet remaining, at least station side.But he had an ace up their sleeve now that the ZAFT ace had dared to come upfront in a duel... So long as that same Ace followed suit upon their word
>>6346175>Fool's Mate = 3 (Majour Failure)Miguel couldn't believe it as their main camera feed went dead with a single stab.This Gundam machine... It has those same damn knives from the Mercenary!Stumbling blind and back, Miguel tried to command their GINN back into shape, using auxiliary cameras to tht effect.This did not help him as the Gundam weaved aside of his limited sight, Warning alarms beginning to blare inside of their cockpitAs Miguel's helmet sustains a strong blow from scrap metal bending and warping from within his cockpit, Fatal damage finally ensued on his machine as Heliopolis' artificial light peaks out."Get awaaaay!!" The alliance pilot yells as the proximity of both Suits bypasses the comms interference.>Endurance Roll = 12, Passed [ Miguel Aiman has survived without injuries, Miguel's Endurance has lowered for his next deployment ]
>>6346190Athrun couldn't believe his eyes as the sound called for his attention.The Strike Gundam had made Miguel's GINN explode."Migueeeeel!" Calling out for their superior, Athrun was distracted from the far more preoccupied matter he was tending to.>Shieldbreaking Dagger = 7 + 15 [ 22, Majour Failure ]Athrun was kicked away by the unknown MS as it ignited its beam saber for the first time, having bid its time in the brief scuffle to analyze its opponent before pressing the offensive.Leading the young ZAFT redcoat to press upon the sequence of button inputs he had avoided until now, the Aegis's hull and armour suddenly gaining a red sheen as he raised the machine's arm!The armour quickly applying its effect in contant with the saber, sparks and pressure being exerted upon it as Athrun finally found the time to activate one of the Aegis' leg sabers!And activating it, the Mobile suit pulling back in the last moment as Athrun finds the opportunity to pull back.Taking notice of a green normal suit floating away from the now burning wreck of the GINN, the Strike Gundam toppled down by its explosive wave.Dashing forth, Athrun's mind focuses on following the exfiltration protocol, his respite for Miguel's safety being barely eclipsed by the sheer dresd almost meeting his piloting match and Rusty's death had caused him."Goddamn it! That Alliance pilot is going to pay!" Miguel cursed away, as Athrun followed the exit from the Colony's industrial sector through the very same maintenance tunnel, a worrying thought suddenly crossing Athrun as he forgoes reading his energy levels...That... That was Kira... But why?!
>>6346156Truthfully... It had been far more daunting to actually find the Archangel than expected."Fuck you, Natural!" Margellan chewed you out as you let the onboard coordinating AI do the work of clearing rubble for yours and Allan's passage. Not that it didn't, uncharacteristically for AI's, try to weasel out of it."So... I've been out for a whole hour? How's everything going-!" You cut yourself off as Margellan commands evasive maneuver over the bridge."Le Creuset sent two whole ships from the formation ahead, But three of the G-Weapons had arrived to the Vesalius just fifteen minutes ago-! CIWS! Trail ahead of his position and deploy Chaff if he enters Linebarrel range!" You hold your chest tightly as Margellan gives a short list of updates...Most hauntingly, that of the five ships, excluding the Nemo as a support vessel, Only the Vesalius, Gamow and Tolstoy remained"But... You seemed to have gotten the best part of it, What G-Weapon did you get?" He asks away as... You had to be clear of the truth "... You're saying Morgenroete was manufacturing their own MS from the Alliance tech?"It sounds... Absurd, far more than them developing them FOR the Alliance.But it was the truth, as strange as it was..."Hold on... What do you mean there's a Mistral with a ZAFT IFF floating towards us?" Margellan asks away for a status report of that abnormality before clearing his throat "Seems our spy managed to get away with the commotion, hope you enjoyed your nap. 'cause I'm going to whoop you on priorities when you get-!"You stop him from getting livid as you finally eye and declare your prized info.The Archangel.
>>6346213Getting off the Mobile suit as you aided Allan and the Cargo get into the loading bay after clearing the misunderstanding of an unknown MS approaching it...Well, to say he's throwing you to the wolves is putting it a bit heavy, but on-the-right-track "This was your idea, Grenel. Go tell the news to the command post while I get everything settled and comfy." Grumbling out, you take notice of the mechanics crew joining Allan in gawking at the Green-and-White Mobile Suit, the latter entering the cockpit as he flashed you a thumbs up."Le Creuset wants the damn thing scuttled after we learned about it, see if you can sabotage or convince them to give up... I put my trust that you don't fuck this up or let the ship go down with you in it" Those were Margellan's orders before signing comms out and...To put it lightly, it's starting to dawn on you that you may have overestimated your capacity for espionage.Still, you find yourself thinking how you'll accomplish your objective at this point, shuddering at the idea of failure as you acknowledged the gloom and low morale the surviving crewmen have after the Morgenroete bombing.It scares, yet, serves you that from the looks of it. It's heavily looking like a skeleton crew of survivors>Follow ahead and report to the bridge, Wait for an advantageous position as you follow Allan's advice.>Spread away some dissent across the Archangel's skeleton crew, after all, their chances of getting out of here alive only go up if they surrender.>Find a way to sabotage the engine of the Archangel, rendering unable to defend or move itself, forced to capitulate.>Write-in
>>63461562 shit rolls and a regular pass, zam>>6346224>Find a way to sabotage the engine of the Archangel, rendering unable to defend or move itself, forced to capitulate.
>>6346224>Follow ahead and report to the bridge, Wait for an advantageous position as you follow Allan's advice.Anything else is likely to bring too much attention too quickly.
>>6346224>Find a way to sabotage the engine of the Archangel, rendering unable to defend or move itself, forced to capitulate.
Rolled 23, 44 = 67 (2d100)>>6346224>>6346366>>6346802It was evident that the crew of the Archangel, however sparce and demotivated...Well, it still was willing to give a shot to running while ZAFT didn't know about them, buried within Morgenroete's ruins.You breathe in at that realization, looking over to technical staff doing manual checks on the systems of the Archangel as you moved in to check..."Hey! You brought in that strange MS, right?" One of them comments as he noticed you, making you startled in mid-air before trying to shrug it off."Y-Yeah, what of it?" You try to ask away as the engineers faces grow grim."Well, Head Mechanic Murdoch's having a tough time trying to access its database... You didn't get it beat too hard against a GINN? We can't tell if it has Phase-Shift or not." That... That might have been the virus Margellan had given you.Still, you enter one chamber as the staff exits it, taking a brief listen to the droning pumping of liquid fuel...And preparing yourself as you take one static look to the thermo-electric generator basis that all Alliance ships work with.
>>6346902Mu did an exaggerated barrel roll as one of his Linebarrels is cut off, centrifugal force allowing him to line up a perfect shot with their main railgun as they blew it up in front of the white CGUE chasing them.The devil's luck really biting on his heels as the Mobile Suit came out of the billow of smoke, no worse for wear.Gritting their teeth, Mu acknoledged that he couldn't keep playing hard-to-catch for the entire Mobile Suit squadron to focus on him, as Le Creuset's custom machine closed the distance...He could see, Nevertheless feel, The Drake class losing control of their thrusters in evasive maneuvers, as the small carrier vessels crashes against the colony!In a moment, Mu acknowledged that only forces from within the colony would be alive to aid him..."This is it! Finally to end this connection once and for all!" As Mu gritted their teeth, He found himself suddenly clinched by Le Creuset's machine, Rifle aiming squarely at their cockpit as Mu retracted their Gunpods from their Moebius-Zero.>Coordinated Strike = 44 + 30 [74, Minour Success]
>>6346943[ https://files.catbox.moe/8lycs6.mp3 ]Yet, it was with a simple flash that green light beamed ahead of Le Creuset's CGUE, his machine and pilot clearly reacting in advanced as they tried to dodge...Yet, singed straight by the Green Bean shot through the right shoulder, Le Creuset couldn't believe having been marked by some other pilot.And Mu La Flaga... Felt confident as his Ace-in-the-hole finally surfaced."Commander Le Creuset!" A black CGUE Sped up as they caught and pulled the White Mobile suit from its schocked stupor.Right as Mu escaped and reunited with the Ace from the East-Asian Republic, Their Mobile suit's rifle smoking slightly before the void of space cooled it."Took you long enough, Amado! Ready to-?!" Mu confidently ribbed at them only for the focused pilot to ignore him, blasting forth in a direction."ZAFT took all but one of the G-Weapons, I'm in pursuit!" Was his remark as Mu followed along, before he found his machine blocked from rifle fire by Amado's MS Shield.The Two CGUE's ready to counter-attack as their rifles let out to sink the brand new model."Let them! The last vessel out of here's sunk! Let's cut our losses!" Mu responded as their linebarrels dispersed the two high-performance MS' formation right as Amado's mobile suit shot at an intercepting group of GINN's with...The terrifying power of a beam rifle, each squarely-aimed center-of-mass shot confirming a casualty."Not all! You know what I'm talking about." Lowering the rifle, Amado begins shooting the approaching CGUE with a head-mounted vulcan as it is forced to pull back."Beam weapons?! I have to be careful eith this new model, It wasn't in any of the reports!" Le Creuset's thoughts were immediately in a haze at not only this new model's appearance.>Follow up strike = 23 + 20 [ 43, Minour Failure]But by the lone fact the Pilot could not only keep up but succesfully bar them from assailing them. Le Creuset having picked up a stray feeling of a plan.Right as Mu's Moebius left for the colony "Commander! He's escaping!" Fleuret commented as they kept the new model busy while shooting at them."Not for long, Fleuret, keep them busy... La Flaga is only sealing his grave within the cold walls of a Colony"As the Lieutenant let out an affirmation, charging ahead towards the new model as it holstered their rifle and pulled a Beam Saber from their skirt...Le Creuset had one goal as they dashed away into the service tunnels of the Colony in pursuit of La Flaga.Mu, on the other hand... Had a goal he didn't quite put too much faith in."The Archangel's isn't going down unless it's shot at directly... Find it and the remaining G-Weapon and get out!"Mu could only grit their teeth at the Far-East ace from the secret Alliance force held out their one and only hope to the latest battleship. As Impossible as it seemed, He could make it possible.
>>6346955You... You've done what you could, at least remaining unnoticed.In theory, there should be a short when using an excess of energy, you supposed it beginning to try and fly within the atmosphere of a Colony will do that.So you skulk out, unnoticed as you made your way back to the hangar, already noticing the mechanics crew turn to you."Oi! You!" An aged voice called out for you as you turned, noticing a stubbled middle aged man "What the hell did you do the system code of that damn thing?! It's corrupted and Illegible!"Getting shooked by the shoulder by them, you're unable to really answer them as the cockpit of the Mobile Suit opens up "Grenel, you ass!" Jumping out of it and floating towards you, Allan throws curses as he veers off-course, smacking on a rail with their back "Get your dumbass robot to stop sassying me and let me pilot it!"For your part, The MS, in clear surprise by the startled reaction the stubbled man has to turn behind you, turns their head and responds to Allan "Yeah?! Screw you too!""That thing can move on its own?!" The older man yells out as you pull off from them, your ear slightly buzzing as your hidden transceiver is getting an incoming call.Excusing yourself inside of it, as the stubbled-man identifies themselves as the head mechanic, lets you know that the standard resupplying service if the Mobile Suit couldn't be done both because of the corrupted code from the virus you had used...And Allan intently trying to see if he could pilot it for their own."Margellan, What's going-?!" You ask before being cut off by battleship orders barked."Natural! We need you out here!" He yells out, commanding anti-beam depth charges deployed "The Alliance had a model we didn't know about, it just sunk The Tolstoy!"You were trying to respond only for the cockpit door to open up."Hey, Grenel, We got an SOS request from the overseer of the G-Project out by Morgenroete's hangars. And we also got someone willing to move the damn thing... Somehow" Allan chimes in as you kill the transceiver's signal.There were three present options you could even take as the Archangel is prepared to exit the hole it had found itself safely hidden in.>Report on the SOS signal as requested, It could be a trap... Which works for you.>Abandon the Archangel and go aid Margellan with this mysterious new model.>Remain on the Archangel and conserve the energy of the suits' battery... Perhaps even ascertain why Garodo is refusing to work with anyone but you.>Write-in
>>6346974>l>Abandon the Archangel and go aid Margellan with this mysterious new model.
>>6346974>Report on the SOS signal as requested, It could be a trap... Which works for you.
