>It is February 7nth of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era.>Previous Thread>>6382068>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jar: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon has embarked, prematurely, once again into the close expanses of Alliance Controlled Space, nearby a region that had been the sparking incident to the great tragedies and bloodshed of the Bloody Valentines war... With an objective as grave as it is important. For Lacus Clyne has disappeared in the surroundings of the Junius Seven Ruins.
>>6407733[ https://files.catbox.moe/zftkzd.mp3 ]The trip back to deployment was done at an alarmingly expedient pace in comparison to the one to return.You supposed it was because previously, the Vesalius had to thread carefully on Alliance patrolled space but that was not entirely true as you had soon become aware of the reason for urgency.Lacus Clyne, the daughter of the supreme chairman and Songstress of the Stars had disappeared in a pre-planned inspection of the Junius Seven ruins for the anniversary event.To say that Athrun was anxious about meeting again with your squadmates, especially after the full declassified brief had probably gotten to them was also ignoring the fact this time, the pressure was far more intense with their betrothed now in gravel peril.And in his own silent treatment regarding that, you knew damn well you crossed lines violating his trust like that, as the Vesalius soon meets with the rendezvous point with the Gamow and Nemo."Captain Rollo... Acting Captain Adres, relieving of duty within the Gamow to-" A navigator recorded out-loud for procedure... Only to interrupt themselves as a haughty voice boomed over them."That's right! Back to the proper Captain it is! See you never, you lame duck-!" The previously moved-to-the-side Captain of the Gamow, Augustus Rollo, Peacocked over the comms wave only to be interrupted by a more decisively loud voice."Shut the FUCK up, Rollo. Don't you even start pulling that shit! I'm watching your damn flight records you gloryhound!!" Margellan cut out communication as you raise an eyebrow.Margellan's personality was the opposite of sunshine and peaches, but the specific tone and wording made you puzzled that something had happened while you were away between both men, carried away as orders were issued for a strategy meeting aboard the Nemo.
>>6407738"Alert level's on 2, so keep your normal suits on if you plan on deploying." A coordination officer gave you, Athrun and some fresh green-coats pats on the shoulder as you all prepared to be transported along with Le Creuset and-.You raise an eyebrow as Lieutenant DesLisle's black CGUE is loaded alongside the Aegis and the Green-Frame within the cargo shuttle loaded with resupply parts for the MS involved in the chase for the Archangel...Yet, your arrival back to the Nemo isn't met with that much fanfare, your almost two weeks long absence being only merited as a Nurse above the Nemo greeted you for a required health check-up.That done however, led you on your own until the Nemo finished inventory on the new parts.>Meet with Margellan ASAP, discuss everything that's gone on in the homefront>Check on Garodo and the Green Frame, if anything to check some of the documented inprovements and tweaks to the Black-Band Custom retrofitting it got.>There's some rattling by the mess hall, just check if Athrun hasn't gotten in trouble, knowing him.>Write-In
>>6407742>Meet with Margellan ASAP, discuss everything that's gone on in the homefront
>>6407742>There's some rattling by the mess hall, just check if Athrun hasn't gotten in trouble, knowing him.we can at least try and improve our relationship a little bit right?
>>6407742>Meet with Margellan ASAP, discuss everything that's gone on in the homefrontGotta warn our actually loyal boys. Athrun is the least important person to us. Hos obsession hampers us.
>>6407742>>6407978>>6408049You trawled across the Nemo's hallways, familiar with them over time as you dialed in for Margellan's office...The Captain in a improperly donned Coat working within sprawled Blueprints across his desk, as you step in, recognizing them to be those of the Green Frame's newly built inprovements."You'd figure you'd go all out for these, but these patchwork improvements at least help you even out with the Bluebloods and their G-Weapons." Margellan commented, drinking out of a sippy cup of cold brewed coffee as he seemed affixed by them "I can get some minout tweaks with the data the Buster and Blitz have gotten... Lord, am I glad I can work in this instead of dealing with Ezalia's Brat and his arm graft" His slight bit of feeding to his tantrums however, ends as he rolled up the Blueprints sitting back on their chair as he invites you proper."It's been... A week, Almost doesn't feel like-" You try to open up the conversation only for Margellan to frown at your attempt."If it's about Artemis, Forget about it. Sooner you start to settle that you're in ZAFT. The better." Shocked a bit by Margellan just dropping that off the bat, you looked down as that worry creeps back to you "I don't intend to make you feel bad or consider it rightful, but you jumped ship to the other side of the war. You've got to act like it."You tried to contain replying negatively, but nevertheless, perdured away as you interrupted him "I wanted to tell you that... I've found some things about Le Creuset and the war as a whole when at the PLANTs"Margellan seemed far more receptive as he took another sip of their strawcup "Tell me something I don't know about that bastard..."
>>6408110Your explanation took a while... But you got the point across as Margellan rubbed their temples."Clyne is employing a Combat Coordinator... Fuck's sake, what is he doing?" Margellan sighed out as he pulled the rolled blueprints away to reveal a projection in his desk "And this girl... Did Le Creuset bring them along?" He asks away as you shook your head."It would have been obvious if she was transported aboard in the brig, I think they're-" You try to reason again only to strangely get the feeling that Margellan wasn't against the idea "You... You do realize Le Creuset held a civilian by-?""Listen, Natural. As much as I dislike the idea of haggling civvies into the conflict, this girl's anything but a normal civilian. She has strategic value." Margellan tried to illustrate away as he pulled pictures of one George Allster... The Vice-Minister of the Atlantic Federation's Pacific Bloc "Although... A Vice-Minister's Daughter seems inanely petty. Call me when they've got the President's Daughter" Margellan chuckles to themselves as you weighed the current atmosphere outside of the office.It merited asking precisely what went wrong with the Gamow's Captain, as you asked away, Margellan's slight smirk falling off."Well, that's the can of worms that ought'd have summoned you faster than expected. If Zala just didn't fasttrack your shore leave." Margellan explained away as you could see him grip their right fist "Rollo, after getting told to stop being a child during the Artemis raid, started rocking the boat with Adres leadership and as we approached the Silverwind's distress signal. He deployed a Recon-Type GINN without authorization helmed by two engineers... Suffice to say, it just proved that the Alliance is around here somewhere and worst of all, We don't have any precise info because the Alliance Killed them." He groaned out, sipping the last of their coffee as he seemed more-than-ticked-off "that's the skimny of it all. How about you? I don't listen to state media, but the Crew's started calling you Blabbermouth out of nowhere." Margellan's annoysnce with the topic becomes exemplified as he went for this pivot... And given the time, you'll take it as it is. Though not without having the last word."I guess I didn't really control myself there... Say though, The FLUGG's getting mass-produced." You let him in on the news as you ready yourself to leave, Margellan taking it vaguely in stride as he waved their arm down."Sure is, 'cause I fucking made it." He reacted coarsely almost as if you were equally pulling his leg just as you pass by the airlock of his office.It took just a moment there for Margellan to realize you usually aren't the lying type as you took your exit towards the strategy meeting."They're doing fucking WHAT?!"
>>6408182[ https://files.catbox.moe/925twp.mp3 ]Operation OrpheusThat was the name Le Creuset had given the operation as he formally claimed strategic command of the remaining forces within."You freak, what do you think you're doing?!" You stop cathcing up with Nicol as you both enter the hangar to prepare for deployment, seeing Dearka scream out towards a GINN as its cockpit seals-.Freezing for a bit as you immediately recognize the Yellow-marked Fin and patched accents across its body as Rusty's old GINN.As the Mobile Suit's turned on, a strange Magenta and Black optic replacing its main camera as it swirls and moves across the starting checks."Get out of there! That's not meant for-!" Dearka once again yells only for the GINN's loudspeakers to reveal the identity of the pilot as your blood pressure quickens."It was fixed and mothballed for no proper reason, once the special optic I requested had been installed, It's ready for deployment" Arisman's words anger you as she handled the sepulchral machine towards the launch bay."Dearka, I don't like it, but she's right. We got resupplied in spare parts rather than brand new suits for the already-deployed" Nicol tries to ease the tension from the dark-skinned pilot to the scarlet-eyed spy as Dearka just tossed their fist aside, leaping in the Zero-G environment towards the Buster.You and Nicol separate likewise, As you settled upon choosing the unit you'd sortied in.>Deploy in the Green Frame>Deploy in the FLUGG
>>6408516>Deploy in the Green Frame
>>6408566>>6408726>>6408729Opening and settling into the cockpit, you turn on the engine and begin preparatives for launch as Garodo chirps away mechanically "What idiot is naming the damn op. Orpheus?"Gritting your teeth to avoid snickering in accident, you however reign in as much of your capabilities as you explain away "Le Creuset decided to name it due to the location we're on..." You try to explain as well as you could, as you can't say you're a bit puzzled by it."'cause of the lady you guys have to search for, no?" Garodo tried to guess it out as you shook your head "She was sort of a singer, If I remember the Myth well enough"You arc an eyebrow at the AI displaying uncertainty before heckling it lightly "You're an AI, if you know about Orpheus and Eurydice, you should probably know it all" Garodo chirps and hums electronically as they complained."Man, Screw you. You should probably remember every bite of Bread you'd ever had if that were the case!" Nodding to it, you however, started considering properly their suggestion..."No, that couldn't be it though-?" You're interrupted from hypothesizing as the Nemo's command line pitches in."Hey, Natural. Why the hell they'd sent a brick strapped with rockets and boosters?" Margellan asked away as he sighed "Well, it says it's a high-mobility pack... War Destroyer class, Yep, I know exactly who made this. Wouldn't recommend testing it out under the situation though."Titlting your head, Margellan ought'd explain that while in theory, the added ordinance and mobility would aid against Moebius class vessels and peppering potential ships that accompany them, the heft and girth of it all could pose trouble to Alliance Ship-cannons when entering mid-to-short combat ranges...And he offered to work out a solution for that, before telling you he had a surprise for you to compensate>Equip the High-Mobility Pack and test it out on the field.>Equip GINN-ordinance along the sliding rail of the Green-Frame's backpack, enough to be able to give fire-support>Heed Margellan's warnings and go for that surprise he mentioned
>>6408981>Heed Margellan's warnings and go for that surprise he mentionedmystery box irresistible
>>6408981>Heed Margellan's warnings and go for that surprise he mentionedI can't resist the mystery box, well test mobility pack later.
>>6408981>>6409034>>6409087You'll bite it even if Aile did advice you test it out ASAP to check on the efficiency of the rocket pods."Good, I figured you'd like something to aid in hitting fast moving targets and hopefully, also drain the Battery of the Strike if it's around" Margellan comments as maintenance crew haul out an MS-Weapon sized container "Phase-Shift not only drains from the intensity of the blow it has to weather, but also the locations it gets hit with... So I'm picturing it ain't going to run any longer if it's whole core area's blownback with Titanium Pellets enough"Arcing an eyebrow as the container's lid expands for retrieval... A quaint little barrel, seemingly stumpy on purpose greets your eyes as Garodo aids the Green Frame's hand to pick it up."You have Macros for this, I understand if you've piloted Manual for your entire experience but get with the times." Garodo sasses you out before it properly analyzes the weapon as its handle connects with the electric ports in the Green-Frame's hand "Telescopic Shotgun Grapeshot... Can't say I expected the fruity name."Garodo however, started distorting and screeching out in synthetic pain as a beeping's heard from your comms suite "Natural, Get your dumbass AI to stop sassying me, unlike inter-pilot comms, I can hear it." For Garodo's part, he only deployed a text screen with Ow... as the follow up "This is a handy gun I've been spending the week you've been gone, should fit neatly along the sliding rail of your backpack, if it works like I expect it to. Highly likely that it does A Moebius virtually cannot dodge a mid-range shot without getting grazed... Hopefully, You got eight shots in the barrel and I haven't made spares yet."You nod to it as you slide the rail of the Green Frame's backpack unit upwards, slinging the stubby weapon as Garodo displays out the blueprint in its extended and ready-to-fire diagram."Still... There's a more glaring bit about the Orpheus thingy, isn't it?" Garodo comments out as you orderly place the Green Frame in the launching rail of the Nemo "You can't look back or something."Le Creuset... Did mention something like that as he prepared to take command of the Op and dispatched you for deployment.To search for a songstress, in the ruins where this hell began... What truly awaits you as you look back?His words ring in your head as you launch... Compelling you to look.
>>6409466"Ruins behold you... If you were to look back"You didn't expect it to be literal, even less to translate the same haunting feeling you're experiencing right now.The Mass grave of Junius Seven, the one scar of space that began this war on its entirety.You heed note that only Arisman and DesLisle seemed uninterested in gawking at the frozen derelict, Gasps of discomfort coming from Dearka and Nicol, a resolute scoff away from Yzak...And the haunting silence as the Aegis glares firmly at the structure, Phase-Shift not even turned on as Athrun stares face-to-face with the Grave of His mother and countless others.Miguel groans out, discomfort clearly present in their tone of voice as their hastily paint-swatched Orange GINN focused ahead "I don't want to be here any longer than you all but you heard the orders from Le Creuset regarding Orpheus, right? Rolecall your name and units as we assemble teams" Miguel takes command ahead as Arisman and DesLisle floated to their side."Miguel Aimann, GINN Command Type""Mayano Arisman. GINN D-Tec. Ready for scouting.""Lieutenant Fleur DesLisle, CGUE, taking command of Squad Phi."It didn't take long then for the younger pilots of the Le Creuset Squad, as well as the replacement wingmen from home to sound off...Except for Athrun, who glared at the wreck, their Phase-shift shimmering on as the Aegis glared back "Someone touched the damn station! Dearka, augment upon the northern pole of the colony!""Wha-?! Roger!" Dearka used the superior optical suite of the Buster as he hummed affirmatively "What the-? There's Icepick and forced entry marks across the structure! Who the hell would-?""You think the Naturals give a damn for what they did here?! Maybe the ones that shot down the Silverwind came in and scouted for Souvenirs of this atrocity!" Dearka's uneased worry is only exacerbated as Yzak inflammatorily throws the hypothesis to it all as Athrun cursed out."Athrun Zala, Aegis Gundam! I'll lead an extra team to check the vicinity of the colony!"You look between the two regular GINNS, their pilots one Strode and Javier as Miguel barked out "You're thinning us out Athrun, Cease-!"In theory... That'll leave only four teams of three, separated between their command antennae, that could prove worrisome... But maybe also fruitful in gathering intel, if you play your cards carefully.>Join DesLisle's team with one of the wingmen, They're advancing to Heat Signatures detected far away>Join Arisman's Team with Dearka, Advancing ahead to the wreck of the Silverwind and hopefully finding the GINN recon type too>Join Aimann's team with Yzak, Reporting on an unnervingly close, almost trying to stealthtily move heat signature>Join Athrun's team with Nicol, The manipulation in Junius Seven could unearth clues of what exactly these Alliance troops are doing in the wreck's surrounding.
>>6409473>Join Athrun's team with Nicol, The manipulation in Junius Seven could unearth clues of what exactly these Alliance troops are doing in the wreck's surrounding.
>>6409473>Join Arisman's Team with Dearka, Advancing ahead to the wreck of the Silverwind and hopefully finding the GINN recon type tooI'd rather ask the source then puzzle things. Especially around an overly emotional Athrun thats bound to mess things up.
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>6409473>>6409512>>6409637Bit busy in the background, but flipping a coin to see where we go.
>>6409473>>6409637>>6410433"Zala's distress is noticeably unprofessional, the firepower of the Aegis and the Stealth capabilities of the Blitz are wasted in checking that gravestone."Mayano's more practical analysis of it all audibly ticks off Dearka as you reigned in from commenting in full "It's Junius Seven, Freak! If the Naturals decided to further desecrate it, it's justifiable for us to check what they've even did!" Dearka groaned, as the Buster and Mayano's red-Optic GINN linked together through a physical plug in the latter's backpack "Okay, the EWAC system's running, Should help me pinpoint the Silverwind... Or what's left of it, anyways." Dearka comments as he used the Buster's expanded sensor suite to physically spot the wreck across the ruins.Mayano did not make it easier to cooperate with how matter-of-factly she treated the resting place of the catastrophe that set this war off."Clyne was here to celebrate an anniversary...? How quaint to try and remember something like-" Mayano found herself silenced as Dearka, finally fed up, Irately yelled out."You shup your trap, Freakshow! I don't know what goes on over that head of yours but I fight for nothing like this to happen again if I can help and stop any would-be Natural Genocider from it!" Dearka imposed ober the modified GINN pilot as they obly grumbled."If you have a desire to fight all of Humanity over some ruins, I want no part of it. You need focused objectives." The indignant huff coming out of Dearka worries you as you placed the green frame between the linked MS."Come on, don't make too much Airwave sound, could get us spotted if the Alliance's listening in as we think they could be." You try to focus ahead of the mission as you nonetheless gets slightly bothered by Mayano's lack of care for the symbolic meaning of these ruins.Right until Dearka's radar, aided with the D-Tec's scope, pinged in the defunct IFF signal...And that's where you saw it, the Silverwind... As ruined as the debris surrounding it.>Roll 1d100
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Rolled 87, 91, 10, 93 = 281 (4d100)>>6410510>>6410539>>6410876>>6411482Peering closer and closer to the destroyed craft, You let Mayano's customized GINN to hold guard as the Buster clicked its two cannons together, A matter of precaution as you'd step inside the husk for the black box data of the Silverwind."Damn Naturals." Dearka commented as you welded open an entry into the ship "Attacking a civilian vessel like this... Bloodthirsty animals-" His rant is interrupted as Mayano hummed negatively."It may be a civilian, but the Silverwind flew and transmitted both ZAFT colours and IFF." The combat coordinator replied dryly "For all that the Alliance cared, it could have carried weapons or supplies to Boaz or another supply station" The words only carry an air of indignation from the dark-skinned pilot as you forced the entry into one of the depowered airlocks.Freezing as dead crew littered its dark environs, your helmet mounted flashlight trembling."Why are you playing ball for them so much, Freak?! They're our enemy why are you-?" Dearka tried to reign in his more antagonistic stance to even deem the doubt as you pushed past the bodies into the dilapidated bridge.Vacant... An unfortunate effect of Alliance's ship-and-fighter doctrine making for hiting vital components of the Ship progressively due to the intense armour reinforcement of the bridge in enemy vessels."Because you are being irrational" Mayano explained as you raised an eyebrow, acessing the defunct database with a battery dongle "To carry your prejudices and notions clouds you in the battlefield of what is objective and what is relevant to your mission, case-In-point Alliance doctrine wouldn't attack this vessel unless provoked."There they are... "Have the black box recording data and beginning Data transmission." You comment away as you typed the necessary code into the command prompts."Frieden Are you hearing this crazy girl out?!" You freeze for a moment, Dearka for the first time adressing you by name as you managed the upstream "She said that they flew our flags and then didn't attack us?! And you accuse me of being irrational!"You make note of it all, compiling the data only for a brief shunt in the power to alarm you, forcing you to upload what you had...>Integrity = 84 [Majour Success]Thankfully fully caught up, including the signal for the singular escape pod that the Silverwind ejected...And yet... A cold shiver runs by your spine as you made your way back to the Green Frame.
>>6411823"No. Goddamn. Way.">Scout's restraint = 87Miguel Aimann stopped the Duel and the GINN accompanying them as the faint heat signal reported by the Vesalius unveiled the Archangel hidden amongst the debris.Mistral mobile armors patchwork repairing its armour from the outside as Miguel weathered his own grudge against the vessel that got him booted from the Le Creuset Squad with the rationality that befelled his experience.The Strike's pilot is a Coordinator, and that changed everything and yet nothing about the everlying situation that they couldn't beat them.""Hold your fire, Last thing we need is a firefight with the Strike" Miguel warned Yzak as he scoffed in response."I can kick that damn traitor's ass, Just you watch me." Yzak almost prepared to enter into combat maneuvers with the duel only to be physically barred back by Miguel's GINN "The hell-?""Maybe you can, but who came out of an encounter with it missing an arm and complaining about it non-stop last time he picked a fight with it?" Miguel recalled away as Yzak grumbled before letting go off their beam rifle."He got lucky! Same with you! You wanted to claim your honour back?! We can-!" Miguel shushes the blueblood Ace to the latter's irritation as their command horn starts picking up from the broadband chatter coming from the Archangel crew."Man, Tolle, that was a crazy good idea!" A jovial engineer congratulated another as their Mistral finished riveting a sheet of armour "If we used the exhaust chambers of the thrusters just to heat treat some of the colony scrap into useable plating... Yeah, that's improv!" The congratulatory tone seems to fall on deaf ears...Miguel beginning to relay back the finding away towards the Vesalius in encoded transmission as the aforementioned Tolle in the other line groaned."Thanks but... When does Allan get out of the Brig?"
>>6411823>Scouting ahead."Fleuret DesLisle, Reporting the Alliance advance fleet we had expected to come is arriving into the Junius Seven Grave-space." The ace in the Black CGUE relayed back towards the Vesalius before tuning their command horn to listen in to the careless force's chatter.Five escorts and only one main battleship in the entourage... Brisk or maybe even lax procedure in embarking towards this zone, knowing it was only the ruins of their own making."I can't believe it... And they shot down a civilian ship because-?" Javier commented only to be shushed out by Fleur as she tuned right.>Tuning espionage = 91 [Majour Success]"Get some Moebius scouts around the debris belt, although the Archangel guaranteed it wasn't followed, we can't get too sure after that ZAFT vessel hailed an SOS." A commander called out as likewise, some escorts were preparing to deploy their mobile armors... Troublesome were it not for the GINN and CGUE to remain well hidden."Do you... Understand, the windfall that could come unto my...- Our careers if we were to secure that prisoner back to Washington?" A more rugged voice, clearly an affect made for a character, asked away as the commander ignored them, calling out precise instructions for the scouts as they deployed "Think of it this way... We could end this war in a week."Fleur took a pause on it, concern suddenly coming over what had happened only for the Alliance Commander to groan."I entertained the idea of you welcoming them, I am not letting you subsume my authority after you spent the communique we had with that crew berating them for surviving." The commander drew out a line of command as he hummed softly "Measured that may be, The Archangel and its data take priority under Admiral Halberton's orders."The other man in the line scoffed at the plainspoken objective "To use the weapons of our enemy... You don't see the irony that we could achieve far more by grasping and crushing their hearts and spirits? or are you still reeling over that informant having lied?"The man only responded dryly, having thought it for a moment..."Vice-Minister, do not force my hand, lest I chain you back to your Blue and Pure World."
>>6411823The Archangel was in relative high spirits, even undergoing repairs.After all, it was only a matter of time, with salvation at the other end of the road, An advance force of the Eight Space Fleet ready to escort the battered ship back to the safety of Earth's orbit with the core fleet.And yet, Mu La Flaga waltzed into the brig with a platter of food in their hands, shooting a glance at the last corner of the room before walking leisurely towards it, pulling forth a slit for the tray to go in."Here you go, Mean Swing." Was how the Hawk of Endymion greeted the green-eyed Ace as he reached for the tray, giving one thorough bite of the bread ration within it "Man, you sure know how to deal with a Kiss-ass."Allan wiped their mouth off crumbs with their forearm "That girl was supposed to be an open secret... That is until that Limey bastard decided she was worth getting some raisin-faced fibber of an economist out of his hide."Mu let out an involuntary snort at the creatively apt description of the Politician that had commandeered first contact, lifting Allan's spirits as he smirked widely."I guess... Suffice to say, We're shortly going to be escorted out by fighters as soon as they get our encoded signal... What was the deal with getting Kira acknowledged when they only called for officers?" The blond ace asked away at the Black-haired one as he shook their head."Kid needs something to boost him out of that slump... He's in a pretty shit situation, let's not kid ourselves. But he's got this far with this little instruction, I don't think it's just because he's a Coordinator. He's got Potential." It didn't exactly please Mu to hear those words from the Ace... No matter how factual they actually were "What's he up to now?"Mu leaned by the opposite wall of the Brig door as he sighed "I got him assigned to take care of the princess... Let's him some fresh air from being cooped up in a cockpit or his quarters."It was Allan's turn to cackle as the sudden burst of hilarity weirded out the Hawk of Endymion "Oh, that's a terrible idea, I bet you didn't even consult Ramius or anyone else for that matter, did you?" Heckling the ace, the green-eyed soldier only got a bewildered raise of the eyebrow, as if Mu admitted he didn't have much options "Well, he's a young man. With a girl he's never, ever going to see again. Do the math."Mu scoffed this time out of derision at the idea "Don't project onto the kid, You crazy bastard." Playfully calling it off, however, did not change Allan's expression as he looked up.Because, away into Lacus' improvised holding cabin, Kira had done as he was instructed... Only to see Eurasian soldiers from Artemis hassling the songstress.>Bad Idea = 10 [Majour Failure]The last straw having been reached with their attempt to destroy Lacus' Haro as Kira looked upon their bruised and bloodied hands and fists."Personally, It's still a terrible idea."
>>6411823"What... Is this?"Athrun expected to find an irreverence to the tragedy that struck this place a year ago, Clear signs of looting a long dead graveyard entombed in ice and the Natural's very rule of strength dictating the world laid bare to see.What he saw instead... Was the Colony's surroundings addorned in small, paper cranes and shapes of Origami, even some mock flowers floating across the orbit."I've read something like this was bound to happen in the actual anniversary." Nicol commented as the Blitz finished it sweep of the Colony's insides "The Silverwind was loaded with everything to set it up so... I don't understand how it escaped like this."Nicol analyzed the possibilities after the sinking of the civilian ship, but it all was cleared out as signals began to arrive from the Vesalius, A warning about beginning to spread N-Jammer Radiation in the vicinity."It couldn't have been released like this if it was destroyed... Someone took it from the Silverwind and-." Athrun struggled to even compute the logic behind it because...Because if the Alliance had sunk the Silverwind and ransacked its contents, why would they honour the colony with at least one of its memorial rites?"We should get a move on, Athrun. Frieden and Dearka found the Silverwind's black box and we can tell precisely what's gone on since it got sunk from it." Nicol's most expectant call to move was ignored as the Aegis knelt down upon the surface of the Colony's husk."Mom... Who left you a gift for your wake? I... I wish I knew who to-"
Question from someone new to the quest, is our MC's name a Gundam X reference? Because Freeden is the name of the main ship and the Moon is a big part of the series.If not, that's a neat coincidence.
>>6412593Rau Le Creuset smirked as he received the relayed orders, administering with caution a few sets of quiet orders as the stage is set for Orpheus unexpected second step."Nemo's in position, Le Creuset. But don't expect much of our covering fire to meet its mark. The Debris field makes for some piss-poor ranges." The last transmission of the former Chief Engineer of ZAFT rung out as Le Creuset considered the roughly drafted possitional map he made.The Alliance was well played in not barging in blindly with a scouting crew to meet the struck Archangel... How unfortunate it is that it was made from a position of overconfidence, as ZAFT forces positioned themselves at key chokepoints."Understood Arisman, Over." Adres finished polishing the last bits of information from the Transfer before the N-Jammer radiation began to spread "Le Creuset... I may be overstepping my judgement, but I have three firm gripes to ask." The older XO fixed their hat a bit as Le Creuset floated away from the map to their side."I can predict them." Le Creuset confidently stated as the Captain firmly seated in their seat "First. The Archangel and this advance force have shifted our priorities, We cannot let it resupply now that the Council wants it captured. Second, I am sure Zala and Amalfi know well enough in advance that communications will be shorted to frequency, Zala's unit was made to deal in such..." Le Creuset shot away the concerns of Adres right until the man decided to state it outright."Augustus Rollo... While you commanded Margellan's Nemo to a supportive role within the ranges, and we are keeping distance due to the field's complication... I fail to see how wise it is to let him without objectives and not obstructing his desire for a full-on confrontation."Le Creuset had largely fallen out in favour to the old academy peer in Rollo, Knowing full well his reckless actions and desire to catch just a speck of the glory he hadn't managed to catch prior."I trust his judgement, and the PLANTs had reinforced him in kind." Le Creuset openly lied as the Gamow began to stride its way to meet the advanced force "And surely you can see the benefits to our strategy as it stands, yes?"Adres response was just to crestfallenly drop a slight, somber bow of their head, awarding a silent prayer to the pilots deploying from the Gamow."Begin Operation Orpheus: Without looking back.">Opening Shot = 93 [Majour Success]
"H.O.M.E reporting here, we're sending aid!" The beleaguered captain of those junkers called out as Arisman, with the help of Garodo, decodified and played back all important info of the black box after sending it to the Vesalius."Worthless Animals!" Dearka commented outright as he cursed, the Buster's phase-shift shimmering back on after having been on standby "N-Jammer jamming on effect, Freak. Did the Vesalius mention anything to heed regarding the-?"He was soon interrupted as the Buster was impacted by rotary cannon rounds, bouncing off the phase-shift harmlessly as the Buster raised up its combined cannons, shooting out a spreadshot at the shot's direction as you pilot the Green-Frame along with Mayano to disperse from the area of fire.A Moebius is shot down by the shrapnel, exploding as it's firey wave provides cover for its wingmen to hide across the debris field."Shifty sonnuvabitch! Freakshow! What's the-!" Deark called out as you pulled out the beam pistol from the chest compartment of the Green Frame."Four hostiles, they don't know the D-Tec scope's tracking them down." Mayano racked their GINN's machine gun as you three ready for counter-action.>Use Mayano's unit as a spotter and tag along with Dearka to finish them off.>Use the Buster as bait for their weapons, surprise them along with Mayano when their weapons prove innefectual.>Separate between each other, Their specs are lesser overall, so the risk involved is well merited.>Write-In>>6412890[I leaned into it a bit for the Green Frame's AI, but it was mostly a pool of already made names depending on the region of origin for the MC, Amado Koa (The redband pilot back ar Heliopolis) was another name in that docket, with the remaining for the Atlantic Federation and the South-American Federation being Pharon Sanders and Secco Almibar]
>>6413013>Use Mayano's unit as a spotter and tag along with Dearka to finish them off.
>>6413013>Use the Buster as bait for their weapons, surprise them along with Mayano when their weapons prove innefectual.
>>6413013>>6413426>>6413792Shooting out stray beam shots at the debris, You raise your shield using it to protect the main body of the Green-Frame from the impact of a linear gun shot as you maneuevered close to the buster.Rightfully taking a heavier blunt of the scattered blows, due to their lack of a shield and Dearka standing in the open... Yet, completely innefective at doing any damage as the Phase-Shift Armour bounces off bullets and railgun shots both "Mayano, Keep us in contact, We're chasing after them through the scrap!" Commanding ahead, You shot at one in the open, the compact beam projectile whizzing past the space fighter as you dashed in to corner it-.Garodo quickly pulling out Sonar imagery aided by imaging from the D-Tec unit right as the shoulders of the Buster slid up, a barrage of missiles shot out of it as he peppered the area with them."He's making more cover for them with that trick!" Garodo complained only for you to even scoff at the suggestion, the rockets beginning to explode away the scrap surrounding the front of the buster."He's an Ace pilot! I trust exactly what he's doing, just watch!" Gritting your teeth, you block another linear cannon shot before Dearka's handiwork made itself evident.A clearing of the space in one part, exposing the cover the debris had for just a slight moment before you both dashed ahead for it, weapons in hand>Roll 2d100+10
Rolled 100, 40 + 10 = 150 (2d100 + 10)>>6413833
>>6413834wew. frieden took his vitamins today.
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Rolled 64, 68 = 132 (2d100)>>6413833
Rolled 43, 19 + 10 = 72 (2d100 + 10)>>6413833let's see what pops up, it's been plenty of time
>>6413834>>6413943>>6414963It only took the misfortunate mistake of a Moebius pilot passing through the cleared up debris for you to focus...A tingling running through the nape of your neck as you breathed in through the Zero-G maneuevers catching up in range as your perception... Expands.>Target Acquisition = 100 [Critical Success]Getting in range was as quick as it was measured, firing one shot precisely at the Cockpit of the yet unaware Moebius as it pierces through, its battery and engine exploding along with the remnants of the craft as you...Move on to your next Target amongst the Debris, overtaking the formation you had with the Buster"Natural, where'd you-?!" Dearka asks, in sudden confusion as he blind-fires a beam shot with one of their separated cannons...It didn't dawn upon you that while you... Understood the positioning of your next target, Mayano hadn't pinged them beforehand and-.You don't let your focus waiver, sctivating Green Mirage as the Gree-Frame's eyes light up in green, your pursuit of the weaving Moebius across tightly packed clusters of Debris unrelenting...And as Mayano finally called out their location is it that you finally corner them, The main cameras of your Mobile suit blinking back to Yellow as you holstered the beam pistol back to its designated compartment, grabbing and flipping the twin-sword-rifle-.As the Moebius pirouettes upwards to escape you, your maneuver ceasing as you grab the barrel of the beam rifle, it's sharp axehead stock beginning to resonate and shiver-.>Cover fire = 68 [Minour Success]A spread-shot from the Buster's fired again, crippling the wings of the Moebius as it tried to flee you, it's pilot groaning out in panic as they are rocked downwards by the momentum of the shrapnel-.Right back into your grasp as you down-swung the rifle's axe-head into it, smashing and cleaving it in twain as it exploded away."The remaining... Fleeing the scene." Mayano's calm yet calculated voice resonates arounds your comms as a Moebius tries to front you, shooting out it's rack of missiles just as you engaged head CIWS and shot them down almost As soon as they were fired.
Rolled 52, 86 = 138 (2d100)>>6415135"Addams, we have to leave! They sent the G-Weapons for the SOS signal!" You freeze for a moment, suddenly hearing a panicked voice from within your mind as you-.Could only recoil back as you heard a blood-curdling scream, the Moebius that had just attacked you getting point-center shot by the Duel's combined beam cannon, your entire focus thrown off by that as you didn't even realize Green Mirage being activated by Garodo.Side-flipping away from a stray beam cannon shot from a battleship, your composure regained as the foreign danger almost nailed you in your stupor "What the hell was all that?! I couldn't even read your inputs and then you just freeze like that?!" Garodo complained to you only for Mayano's voice to turn your focus away."Don't shoot it down... The Gamow's engaging the Alliance fleet forwards, if we follow it, we can show up precisely to aid." The reasoning behind her plan was sensible...Dearka however seemed to hear none of it "I don't care, these assholes think they could strut into Junius Seven and attack our memorial delegations?! They're gonna die to the last-!"You called out the dark-skinned pilot's name loudly, suddenly throwing off his sight as the Moebius's exits its range lock "Go with the Plan, the Gamow will need our help and we need to be there... Even if it's only by following the survivor."Dearka groaned out of annoyance, before Mayano took the point position of the formation, the sensorial-specced GINN D-Tec best suited for this endeavour as you could see stray beam fire from the Horizon.
>>6415136The Archangel began to raise combat alarms as the jamming that had taken place mid-parlay with the advance fleet had been confirmed into a full-blown ZAFT attack.Tolle rolled out the waist of their Normal Suit as he took deep breaths... Knowing full well that the stunt they had pulled just now to safeguard everyone's hurried return to the safety of the archangel could have turned awry at any moment.A pit of worry tinged withing the young man's stomach after the fact... He could have been the next casualty had his rivet gun not impacted the Duel's beam rifle with enough force to knock it away and yet...That dread still paralyzed him as he breathed in and out laboriously... Would it be how Kira feels after every deployment?He couldn't tell much, as the Engineers joining or already working on the alarm, equipped the Strike away with an Aile Striker Pack... Just as Tolle noticed the aforementioned Coordinator Pilot rushing into scene."Go knock 'em dead, Kira!" Tolle's worry vanished as his best friend lept down from a railing, floating towards the Strike Cockpit as the green-eyed man held his hope with him... And yet, something was off despite that hope.He had no Pilot Suit on, There was a definite sense of Urgency Kira had in getting inside the Mobile Suit... And more concerningly, was the fact he locked himself inside it."Oi! Coordinator. What the bloody hell are you doing?!" One of Artemis' engineers began knocking away at the Strike "We're locking the loadout on, but there's been no call for the bridge for-?!"He's cut off, as Tolle equally froze upon the Shimmering of the Strike's Phase-Shift, skipping away into the launching bay and blasting multiple engineers back with the force of their verniers as they forced exit."Somebody stop that freak of nature! Call the Bridge!" The aforementioned engineer called out, as Tolle remained uncertain of what was going through his best friend's head...Could... Could this had been his breaking point?
Rolled 53 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>6415146As the Legged port of the Archangel opened in order to avoid damages from the Strike's exit, Miguel within his cockpit froze upon seeing the Strike once again, A chill running down his spine...Just as the Duel reared closer towards it, a Battlecry coming from its pilot as it ignited its beam saber!"Yzak, Mind your-!" Was Miguel's instinctual rebuttal as the Archangel began to discharge what functioning CIWS it had to repel the ZAFT duo.>Blade clash= 56 [Minour Success]For their part, the Strike likewise ignited one of their beam sabers, clashing against the duel as the silver-haired Ace groaned "It's over, Traitor!" He called out as the Strike's pilot through proximity comms only gasped in surprise "Letting down your race to join our oppressors... I'll get you for this, Kira Yamato!"Yzak however did not expect that calling their enemy by name would change their demeanour entirely, widening eyebrows as the Strike's pilot let out a distressed scream before beating out the block by shooting at the Duel's face with their head-mounted CIWS, the shimmer of the blue Mobile Suit's phase-shift blinding Yzak just enough for the Alliance Mobile Suit to raise their saber-.As Miguel's heart sank down before instinctually rushing into action>Magic Bullet of Dusk = 86 [Majour Success]Tackling the Strike wasn't a possibility, as it's pilots highly-skilled perception pushed back away with their verniers as the Duel flailed in front of it's place-.What was however, possible, was Miguel ejecting two Carwennan's from their GINN's calf storage, pressure launched and flipping right open as they stab through the Strike's shield, electrical current leaving them affixed there as Miguel shot repeateadly with their machine gun towards it.Cracks beginning to form from the intense structural pressure the whirring knives had left before the Orange GINN and blue Gundam distanced themselves for engagement.
Rolled 12, 50 = 62 (2d100)>>6415823>8th Advance Fleet Rebuke = 71 [Minour Success]Rollo sweat cold as he quickly ascertained the numbers of their full frontal assault.His ship had been recently restaffed in full of pilots, of the twelve that arrived, Eight remained and the Alliance Moebius were far too tight in coordination along with their escorts ships to break them away and take them down separatedly."Captain! We need help, Now!" A pilot called out only to scream out in panic, his own signal soon going dark as the ashy-blond captain gripped their sleeve tightly.Why the hell are they so effective?! First Le Creuset managed to toss away most ot his forces in his colony-destroying investigation and now he's done it again by-! "Sir, encoded Telegram by the enemy... It's the 8th Space Fleet!"Rollo's heart skipped a beat to the famous bulkwark unit of Earth, one of the many, many regiments of renown that transcended the propaganda of both sides by how they excelled.And if a small dettachment like this could-."Le Creuset! Le Creuset! Come in! I need help!", Rollo broadcasted out despite the heavy interference and jamming...The response being chilling, far more than if the White Phantom hadn't gotten it."You wished for your shot at glory... I dare not make you look back at this point"
>>6416251It was only then and there that Athrun recompose, after the Aegis' cockpit's combat alarms began blaring.A Stray beam shot scorching the entirety of the Origami Shroud as his eyes went wide in surprise."That-! Take cover Athrun!" Nicol called out, pulling deeper into the colony's frozen surface to ward themselves from danger.Athrun's hands gripped tightly against his controls, as his voice trembled, unable to process how in just a moment...The wakeful memory towards his mother and all the victims of the massacre, had been scorched into nothingAthrun let out a sorrowful cry, morphing the Aegis into cruise mobile armor form as he headed directly for the source of the beam.Shocking their friend as they struggled to catch up "Athrun! Stop, I can't-!""I'm gonna kill them all, I'm going to eviscerate every single one of these Natural dogs!" Athrun snarled out in righteous anger "They turn this grave into a battle once again?! I'll show them all the pain of Junius Seven and No one will lieve to tell of it!"Nicol worried at the rabid frenzy his friend was tranced into... But couldn't catch with the speed of the Mobile Armor form, as they settled to get into the fight by use of Mirage Colloid.
>>6416251"Holy...!" Dearka commented out as the chase for the last remaining Moebius revealed itself into the full-blown skirmish ahead.[ https://files.catbox.moe/hag82r.mp3 ]Dodging in formations as stray beam shots fill out the approaching sightlines of the battle, You separate from Mayano and Dearka as Garodo begins to run scouting observations-.>Defense of the Gamow = 12 [Majour Failure]As rockets and torpedoes impact the Gamow, you grit your teeth, trying to accelerate ahead as a Black CGUE routs further attackers from sinking the ship... Along with their-!The GINN accomoanying Lieutenant Deslisle's is impacted by a beam rifle shot from behind you, as you immediately tense up... Given it could only mean...>In Striking Distance = 50 [Minour Failure]You turn towards it, finally seeing the Strike appear into the fray, pushing aside the Duel from further impeding them as they raised their rifle towards Miguel's Orange GINN. Leg armor blownback and sparking-."Commander!" The remaining GINN tosses themselves towards the custom command-type, tackling it aside and receiving instead the full bore of the beam shot."No! You bastard!" Yzak called out in the Duel as he shot back, the Strike managing to block the impact of three beam rifle shots before the top and bottom halves of their shield cracked aside unevenly, forcing it to discard the defensive option-.Before dodging aside combined fire from the Buster and the D-Tec combined.The situation growing far, far tenser as Athrun outpassed you, ignoring both the attacking Gamow and the approaching Strike as the Aegis heads towards the heart of the fleet's command.>Aid against the Strike, The Number advantage should overwhelm its pilot>Save the Gamow from being sunk, defend it alongside Lieutenant DesLisle>Join Athrun in their head-cutting maneuver, if you were to sink their main battleship...>Write-In
>>6416677>Save the Gamow from being sunk, defend it alongside Lieutenant DesLisleI'd make the attempt to sink the arch angel if I thought plot armor wouldnt save them somehow.
>>6416710>Join Athrun in their head-cutting maneuver, if you were to sink their main battleship...the archangel isn't leading the fleet, this is the fleet that came to support the archangel.
>>6417291Then I feel that's less of a reason to choose destroy instead of save. If we had a shit at destroying the data, saving the pop star or stranding the strike.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6416677>>6416710>>6417291Going to flip a coin here to choose a winning option, here's to it
>>6416677>>6416710You geit your teeth, knowing full well that the Gamow was beginning to get swarmed by Moebius fighters all across, it's own defensive entourage having been decimated-.And noticeably so as the Aegis flies past it, leaving it estranged as Fleur's black CGUE shot down one of the fighters before its escorts shook her off"Frieden! The Gamow!" Dearka called out to you as the Buster attempted to lock-on to the zipping-by Strike "We'll take care of the Strike, You go and get Rollo out of his mess!" And that command...You activated Green Mirage, weaving and leaning away from any oncoming fire as you reached up for the telescopic shotgun sitting by the backpack of your unit, quickly manipulating the mechanisms as it extends out proper...Eight shots... You'll make them count.>Roll 2d100+10
Rolled 96, 50 + 10 = 156 (2d100 + 10)>>6418623lets see what's in the chamber...
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Rolled 22, 8 + 10 = 40 (2d100 + 10)>>6418623
Rolled 49, 78 + 10 = 137 (2d100 + 10)>>6418623
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>6418623>>6418644>>6418709>>6418765Dashing into the fray, rotary cannon fire artfully dodged away with Green Mirage's near human articulation as you hefted the Shotgun's length towards the approaching attackers.Confirming target and squeezing the Trigger within your cockpit's manual aim lever.>Shrapnel Spray = 96 + 10 [106, Majour Success]You didn't expect that the firing reticle programmed would have been wrong, the spray of it tighter than Margellan had expected... Even if the first shot connects with two tightly-packed fighters, shredding their wings before the ordinance in one blows up, clearing both targets.Green Mirage deactivates as you rack the shotgun's next round, shooting it again at a passing Moebius Group as they, smartly, begin to disperse, too late for one of them as they're caught in the full volley of shrapnel, blowing apart in quick succession.It dawned upon you that these pilots were vastly well-coordinated compared to the skirmishes you've had along your service, in a way that clearly denoted a specific training structure.Who are they?>Gamow's Defense = 78 + 10 [88, Majour Success]As DesLisle's black CGUE catches up on a formation, shooting at it with their rifle, you aid them in quick succession, repelling the concentrations around the Gamow as you take notice of flashing lights and far-away explosions deeper into the Alliance's fleet.What's Athrun's plan? While it's true he's using one of the G-Weapons, to go at it alone...
Rolled 58, 25, 40 = 123 (3d100)>>6420327"This can't be... This can't be the end, not like this!"Kira's manic escape from the Archangel aboard the Strike was all but an act of sheer fear for his own life after crossing the line in keeping check of Lacus Clyne...But the eurasians... Why did they think the robot was a spying device?! He knew the ins-and-outs of Athrun's robots after studying Birdie, Athrun wouldn't do that!But the eminent fact he couldn't even disclose those facts without drawing ill light on himself... Why is he trapped in this situation?!Groaning out as he takes a broadside hit from the Orange GINN's vibrating sword, Kira keeps his eyes peeled upon the battery indicators of the Strike... After the first time forced to go without Phase-Shift, Kira had been drilled and through precise simulations. Trained to not discharge its battery over the needs of his situation.But his protracted escape and subsequent fight had gotten his battery levels concerningly in the yellows, Kira's instinct leaning him aside as he dodges a bullet launched by the Green Buster Gundam.Right as he got blindsided, a GINN with yellow accents tackling them as Kira struggled to shake them off the Strike, his main camera immeriately locking to its unique red-hued pink optic as it locked with his...A forced communication channel being transfered ahead as Kira panicked, for the machine grappling him had just installed a Virus on the Strike's computer."Kira Yamato..." That voice... No, it can't be her from Heliopolis-! "You've finally found yourself under judgment of the Council... Surrender yourself and your unit, lest I-"The words fell deaf as Kira's fear manifested itself, the dam keeping it composed outright bursting out as he gritted their teeth.And with it... A clarity shrouded in the alarm of fighting against his impending death>Fraidful negotiation = 36 - 20 [16, Majour Failure][ https://files.catbox.moe/y8akd7.mp3 ]"I want to liiiiiive!" Kira yelled from well-deep in his soul, unnerving the emotionally restrained girl just as the Strike kicked the odd-eyed GINN off itself.[Kira Yamato has entered SEED Mode]
Rolled 12 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>6420410Miguel pulled back, critical damages on their GINN's frame piling up as he retreated under the cover of the Buster.Rollo picked a damn good time to go on the offensive if the Natural and the Vesalius' officers have to bail him out of his ill-timed push!Yet, The phantom of fear gripped at his heart as he knew what the Strike was capable of...>Mayano vs Kira = 58 -10 [48, Minour Failure]The D-Tec suddenly found itself assailed by the Strike, Miguel raising their rifle only for it to click empty, as the Buster pushed the damaged commander unit aside to try and weather a shot...It only came, as the Strike, precisely disarmed the fancily-scoped GINN's weapon arm with a single shot of their beam rifle, the exploding veneer hiding the fact it proceeded to try and hit the open fusselage with their vulcans."Rusty's GINN...! Bastard!" Dearka lost themselves as he shot a high-concentration beam shot from their combined rifles, distracting the strike's pilot from following through as Mayano disengaged in retreat.What Dearka didn't expect, is the sheer throttle the Aile Packs vernier's could push through, his second shot's aim only distracting him as the Strike closed the distance, Miguel struggling and fumbling to reload his Rifle as sparks jolt out from his unit's joints.>Dearka vs Kira = 40 - 10 [30, Minour Failure]Dearka grit their teeth, not even believing how fast the Strike closed in as he dettached their rifles for mobility-.The ignition of the Strike's Beam saber audible enough to him as he swung one of their rifles in retaliation, Dearka struggling with a complete by-design flaw of the Buster as the phase-shift in his rifles barely manages to avoid a far more severe damage in turn...Dearka pulling back and deploying the last of his salvo of shoulder-mounted missiles to cover his retreat, his rifles damaged by the impromptu use as bats before the Strike moved to finish the job...Miguel's heart raced as the rifle once again clicked, each of its shots that landed just bouncing off harmlessly from the Strike's phase-shift armour as Dearka yelped out in frightened surprise."Off you go!"The Duel parrying the Strike's saber with its own, allowed the brief moment for the sniper's escape, before focusing dead-on ahead to the silver-haired ace."Sound a retreat! Cover the Gamow but don't let yourself get killed here!" Miguel called out, the orders reaching the Gamow's bridge by their augmented radio signal."Like hell! We're not going to be routed by a traitorous lapdog and his alliance bumblebees!" Yzak called out confidently as he struggled, holding a block on the Strike with their shield "Doesn't matter how many tricks you pull... Traitors like you'll be put down for betraying our-!"Yzak's boast is challenged,Strike bashing their shield out of position... And opening them wide as the Strike swung hard against their phase-shift armoured torso>Yzak vs Kira = 25 - 10 [15, Majour Failure]
>>6420522>Endurance Roll = 17 [Yzak Joule has received no injuries]Yzak could only shake their controls as they weathered themselves off from the sheer pressure and counter-pressure exerted by the clean blow his armour was withstanding.Struggling for that certain moment as he yoked out of their grasp, sudden pressure letting the young pilot know one thing."Hull breach...!?" Toggling the bulk sealing of their cockpit and enabling the air-seal of his helmet to fasten, Yzak readied to counter away at the Strike...Before realizing it was already leaving, Yzak quickly storing their saber and raising their remade rifle as he tried to trail shot after shot against it...He knew he could close the gap and attack them directly, but an ill feeling immediately dulled his most head-strong feelings ahead.Even more-so compounded by the Strike effortlessly dodging away each of their shots as they reached the Gamow."Damn it... Damn it all!!" Yzak cursed, rejoining the fleeing squad as they watched forth, the Gamow beginning to turn back as its now effective defense wore off the battered Alliance fighters...[ GINN D-Tec, Buster Gundam, Duel Gundam unable to deploy on next engagement, Morale of the Le Creuset Squad has lowered ]
>>6420623The Gamow was finally able to turn back as you counted the expelled shots of the Grapeshot... Two left in the chamber, Mainly using it as an effective corraling tool for Lieutenant DesLisle and the remaining Gamow piloting crew to get them off the battered ship's wake-.Yet, you struggle with pushback in your controls as an explosion, No, Two. rock your mobile suit upon the void of space.Deeper into the formation, two escort Drake Classes exploded, finished off by a moving red blur far away into the distance...The sheer destructive power of the G-Weapons... Befelled upon those who comissioned them made.Yet, You freeze, A pressure ill-running through your entire body as you likewise notice the Black CGUE of DesLisle flinch-.As a passing blur moved forth to intercept the Aegis in its attempt.>Intercept the Strike right now!>Focus on defending the Gamow, the Moebius squads haven't pulled back in full.>Leave DesLisle and the Gamow's squad to defend the retreating ship, it'll cost you some time. But you can manage to help Athrun right when it arrives!>Write-In
>>6420629>Intercept the Strike right now!
>>6420629>Intercept the Strike right now!I'll go along with this but I don't think this will stop Athrun from being distracted. Nor do I think he'll let us kill Kira.
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>6420629>>6420683>>6421043You almost didn't manage to catch it, Garodo pulling aim-asisstance duty as you pulled out the Beam Pistol within Quick Succession.None of your shots land, and the microbattery feeding it ejects itself as Garodo groaned "Pulling from the main battery now. Should be good to-!"You didn't waste time, immediately flagging the Strike as a threat as you called out for support "Fleur, The Strike-!" The CGUE moved at your command, almost as if on first instinct it'd knew your attempt to cut off the Archangel's unit from reaching its target.While the Gundam was far, far faster than you'd both expected, it could only do as much to outpace by essentially bursting in a straight-line.Something you both took advantage off as Fleur's rifle rounds peppered and worn down at their battery with calculated hits and yet-."H-Hey! Come back, the Moebius aren't-!"Rollo called out before N-Jammer interference blasted his signal, letting you know that you couldn't push it past this once chance as Athrun's Aegis poised itself, aiming at the main battleship of the Alliance's fleet with their Mobile Armour's cannon.As you raised the Shotgun towards the Strike, it momentarily stopping as Fleur's CGUE risks itself fronting it.>Roll a d100
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>6421543
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>6421543
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Rolled 38 (1d100)>>6421543Rollin
Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>6421543You had the shot lined up and yet...>Frontal Assault = 17 - 10 [7, Majour FailureYou shot out of instict at the Strike Skillfully gliding past the ramming attack, before spinning away into the fray, aiming and shooting three beam rifle shots onto the CGUE as your second-to-last shot broadly misses its mark."Lieutenant Fleur!" Yelling out within the panic of it all, your first instinct was to try and aid them as their frame is obscured by an explosion but...With only one shot in the clip... You cannot waste it.Engaging Green Mirage as Moebius patrols disengage away to try and pick at you, you skillfully yoke and weave across with wide motions, using the telescopic design lf the Shotgun to reduce your suits profile and thrust full-speed-ahead towards the Strike as it discarded its beam rifle.Leading right into the formation of remaining Ships, Athrun now visible enough from your distance as you weave downwards from a scattered volley of Cannon fire from the remaining escorts of the fleet.Gritting your teeth and beginning to feel pressure lurching within your chest from the complex G-Force your maneuevers across unever gunfire to catch a suit far faster than yours...A beeping snapping you in panic from your sheer focus"We've got a minute of Green Mirage, Battery's on the reds and going dark!" Garodo stated alarmed as you likewise began to lean far forth against the pressure, yelling out as the telescopic shotgun unravels across the Green-Frame's arms as you barrel-rolled away from a shot of the main battleship.Right as Athrun charged up their Mobile Armor cannon, the Strike flipping a knife away from its leg compartments as your shaky aiming reticles and the inherent volatily of Green-Mirage's human-reflex-like movements made this shot far harder to-.Until something latched onto the Strike, A CGUE's torso with one arm attached, black in coloration and sparking intensely as the Strike tried to grapple it away from it"Take the shot, doesn't matter if you hit me, but end it!" Fleur commanded out as you heard struggling within her tone to keep from succumbing to pain...You confirmed lock and... Fired away as the tightly-packed shrapnel shot went flying towards the struggling Strike.
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>6422257Kira's focus was... Completely in surviving this ordeal by any and all means, sheer, alarming and overbearing survival instinct going overboard yet allowing him precise, calm manipulation of the Strike.That did not matter if he himself was surprised by something he had considered done-in, as the Black CGUE held tightly to the Strike's arm."L-Let-Let go!" Kira stuttered as he unconsciously drooled from the side of his lip, the sheer panic of getting caught beginning to wane his focus away as he struggled with what he had deemed necessary for his survival.It was extremely selfish to abandon the Archangel in a panic... But he can't leave his, his friends and everyone's from Artemis salvations by dooming the Advance Fleet.He had to save it, He had to... Fight to protect his and his friend's livesWhich made the fact he recognized the claw-like Machine in front of them charging and-.>Miracle Shot = 97 - 10 [Majour Success]Kira's focus outright waned entirely as he was rocked from within his cockpit by a hard knock to their back, Beeping and alarms ensuing from the Cockpit as his now fully overwhelmed mind began to become unable to process the weight of the situation, Hyperventilating and-."Major damage to Striker Pack.. ejecting and detonating-!? What?! Why?!" Kira couldn't comprehend it, but it became utmostly clear that the Aile pack had gotten severely damaged by a focused blow, emergency systems beginning a purge of it while enacting the anti-tamper explosives in the unit as Kira's Suit jostled wildly, the Aile pack's vernier backpack and remaining weapons ejecting with violence from the Mobile Suit as they slam against the one-Armed CGUE...And exploding far away, Kira's manic sense of focus outright disintegrating as the sudden reality of his situation befalls him as he stabilizes from the exploding wave's aftermath.His eyes affixing to Athrun's unit as he desperately opened up communications "STOOOP, Athrun!"
>>6422556>Power-Shot = 10 [Majour Failure]It was then and there, as the Backpack unit of the Strike exploded along with the Remains of the CGUE...That you heard the Strike's pilot pleading with Athrun, as the Aegis's shot suddenly went awry, it's powerful beam cannon broadly missing the intended target of the Nelson-Class battleship as the both of them stared to each other-.For a brief moment, before you rushed in to the source of the Strike's equipment explosion, the Aegis instead being focus fired by the remaining Drake-Class escorts as it dodged and weaved, but nevertheless found themselves pinned between the Enemy's linesFor your part, your Battery reached emergency supplies, sluggishly looking at the Sparking model as its cockpit's safety exit hydraulically jettisons itself out."Lieutenant, Jump out to my hand!" You called out as the Redcoat Normal Suit looked aback towards you as it floated-Before the CGUE itself finally detonated from the abuse it had withstood, the woman having barely jumped out from it as your eyes went wide>Endurance Roll = 16 [Fleuret DesLisle has sustained a Minour Injury, Endurance Lowered. CGUE DesLisle Custom destroyed]Catching the body before immediately shielding it from enemy fire as you raised the Shield, you open your cockpit and shove the Lieutenant's limp, Barely breathing body inside of it-.Until the firing untimely stops.Checkmate at hand as the Blitz stood forth at the Bridge of the Nelson Battleship, It's lancer dart aimed squarely for it as Nicol barked an order."Surrender now! You are completely at my mercy."Nicol had them but...You didn't expect for the Nelson to openly engage in communications as two transmissions could be seen."Coordinator Devils... It would be unwise for you all to try and sink one of our remaining vessels, the Archangel class included." A middle-aged man in a suit talked from within a bridge as your eyes went wide in surprise at the content of the second transmission "After all, The Songstress of your forces is aboard one of them."The pink-haired young woman held up at gunpoint froze your veins as the attacks completely ceased."I'll see to it for now that we negotiate our exit strategy and bargain her life... For our Blue and Pure World"[ https://files.catbox.moe/rpb49r.mp3 ]
>>6422613The Hangar of the Vesalius was filled with uncertainty at the news of the Capture and soon hostaging of Lacus Clyne."They attacked the Silverwind... Bastards, the whole lot of their kind!""What're we going to do?! We can't even slaughter them, We don't even know which vessel has her!""Rollo went and turned that ambush into a bloody beating, We ought'd get him out of that damn chair at the Gamow!""The Buster and Duel went straight to the Nemo, I'm worried we're short on manpower because of that damned legged ship's ace"Blame, Infamy and more than anything, shame befelled the crewmen as you watched them uncertain over the turn of events, it was unfortunate but...The reality of the Alliance having such a key asset to the PLANTs morale and the Supreme Chairman's daughter no less unsettled most of them.You didn't really think of it as much as how the Strike's pilot managed to fight you all off near effectively just to stop Athrun from destroying the flagship of the fleet... He came far too close to managing to get close and yet...Athrun missed the shot and someone is in the medbay clinging to life as you try to saunter off the anxiety and the memory of their blood in your hands, rubbing them intently until the main physician of the Vesalius came out."She's stable, it was... Far more bloodily threatening than it was serious wound, but we bandaged her face to let some very close misses with shrapnel heal on their own" They commented loosening their shoulder with a roll as you nodded.Thanking him properly before being allowed in to the bedrest area, the accomplished officer's face being bandaged in full in contrast with their gown...You sit right beside them, unmoving as if asleep as you raised your hand towards the edge of the hospital bed-.Yet immediately flinch as Fleuret's hand goes forth and clasps yours with force, pulling back and out from sheer startling panic yet the woman's grip remained unchallenged as she groaned out..."Warm... It's Warm."The comment unnerves and shames you a bit from your previous fussling with your hands yet, you didn't need to clarify as the woman properly stated what she meant."Your presence... It is different from Rau's" As she suddenly mentioned the Captain of the Vesalius, you arced an eyebrow to the strange motion of her tone before she cleared her throat "It baffles me to even consider how you keep going, moment by moment, despite your status." You're... Odded out from the firm questioning you have as Fleur waited away from an answer from you."I can't see your face... But do try and tell me, What do you fight this war for?">Justice, for all the fallen.>Peace, For the broken bridges>Silence, of all the discord>Write-in
>>6422665>Silence, of all the discord
>>6422665>>6422858>>6422859You had, nicer, loftier... Ideal ways to convey what you ultimately wanted to, the kinds that would sound hopeful and proactive for any prying ear or open mind but...Over almost a year of being part of ZAFT, over that poorly-planned deception, to your time instructed at the academy and even beyond active duty.It weighed on you, almost a bit, despite it being cloth and despite Clyne's appeals that it was only a wartime measure... The Black-Band around your left arm fundamentally represented the incongruous mistrust the Coordinators of the PLANTs heralded to their fellow Naturals despite sharing the same struggles.And as the war kept fighting on, the news began to reveal some of the public's perception over it all...It wasn't getting any better and that... That put a weight on you, pushed by Circumstance and politics into the public eye because of your special status as the only Natural Pilot of ZAFT."I... I once had a time in my life when labels like Coordinator and Natural meant nothing at all." Pulling out of DesLisle's grip, you breathed in, acknowledging it's slightly betraying your facade "Sounds absurd, I know... But it was a time I would much rather go back to rather than this one, the Discord, the Apathy... The Hatred. I want it silenced, mayhaps for good." Looking dead-on at her bandaged visage... You felt some part of her covered expression shift as DesLisle laid their hand atop their stomach."A lofty goal... One that's unachievable., try however much you like. You cannot erase the clear difference between Natural and Coordinator" DesLisle brutally honest rejection to your ideals slightly irks you from the somewhat vulnerable position you let yourself within to even tell her... Enough to properly stand up and... Go for a hunch at the back of your head, trying to maintain measured composure."Maybe, but I lived it for just a bit... I can be as much an example of it as you could be, too."That... That one outright made DesLisle freeze as they slowly raised their torso from the hospital bedding, fist clenched away as they commanded outright."Get out."
>>6424085To meet Margellan afterwards, as you settled to shuttle to the Nemo with the Green Frame in tow for maintenance.You didn't even need to ask even the time for Margellan to slump upon their chair, groaning in defeat "Even without Rollo's bullheaded charge, We're fucked six ways into hell by that Alliance wig." Raising up slightly as he heeded your attention, Margellan clears their throat "Can't say it any other way, we're held by the balls and we've nary got a say on it than trying to find a way's out."Through his... Colourful commentary, you'd become increasingly aware of not only the fractured trust in the Gamow's captain, his Crew having petitioned for his removal of duty and the proper jusrisdiction at least indicating he be withold after essentially sending half a piloting corp specifically supplied to him into a wall of Guns."Least of all, the stupid demands the man wants guarantees the fact he knows we can't fight back." Margellan lined up as the shuttle docked "He wants the G-Weapons returned, safe passage away from the colony's wreck, wants one or more of our aces and isn't even guaranteeing that he's releasing the Pinky Pop star, I can see it in his confidence. He wants that girl in Washington to bolster whatever kiss-ass rep he has." taking a nod to each point, an ill-feeling does resurface as you remind yourself of how he... Capitalized upon his sudden revelation."Why did he say the Blue Cosmos slogan? It doesn't really track with the efforts of-" Margellan raised their finger as close as he could to your face, shushing you from saying something stupid... Or so you think, It's hard to tell both with the rude silence and his apparent lack of height."Natural, you're the one who's lived his whole life on Earth, you tell me when hasn't some big shot premier shown up with that ugly blue pin on their lapel, or some avant-garde actress warded her likeness over those genetically engineered... Maybe even a bratwurst eating competition going on about the topic. You're willfully blind if you don't see the clear gerry-mandering and influence that group does for so-called Ecological protection" Not quite sure with the last example being him pulling your leg or not... You went on for the second topic at hand... The damage reports and what forces remain deployable."Uh... I haven't gotten a peep on that, as soon as the shots ended and the fleet reorganized for planning, I shuttled straight to the Vesalius. I need to soeak to you about that too but... Let's see. Your blueblood friends have Phase-Shift Armour so they can't have been hurt too badly now that we have the proper maintenance manuals."
>>6424221"MOTHERFUCKER!"Wincing as Margellan exclaims out in horror at the openly melted fusselage of the Duel Gundam's chest, having dropped a variety of expletives and having to be restrained from leaping forth at its Pilot once he'd seen them until he calmed down enough to work on it at first sight of it...Well, it's only led to Yzak having to stand down for the admonishment of his lifetime "You fucking Idiot! The fuck did you do, walk into a Beam Saber and let it restore your honour as a piece of shit?!" The blonde short man only got a roll of the eyes from the pilot, just as Dearka tried to wordlessly convince Yzak to accept the bereavement to the latters chargrin "You've got as much fault in this gigantic fuck-up as I do responsibility in fixing it right. So don't ever do it again, you understand you blue-blooded leech?!"Yzak just sighed, practically done with it all as he smacked Dearka's hand from his shoulder "Crystal, Midget. That Traitor somehow got the upper hand on me and it won't happen again." Yzak made do with a threat to the Strike's pilot... Wherever he may be as Margellan tossed their arms up in the air, waving off crews working on resupplying the Aegis and Blitz."Whatever! So now I need to mould out the mix of the Phase-Shift outer-finish by making parts and filler for the melted entryway... Fucking hell! Why can't I ever get the parts I don't think I'll need delivered to my fucking hands in cases like this!" He pointed forth towards Yzak as he wrote down orders for their mechanics crew "You're helping, Bucko. I should probably ask you to let me fuck your Mom after this as repayment for this, If I could even stand her-!"Yzak this time exploded forth towards Margellan, requiring you and Dearka to hold him back as he rabidly tried to push and tackle past you both "The fuck did you say about my Mom, You bespectacled speck of-!?"Margellan however, only acknowledged away at the Buster and Mayano's hightailed GINN, writing down before shaking his head "Hey, Dark-Skin. You're lucky your weapons had Phase-shift for their shooting functions... But you aren't deploying as they are, I'll work an improvement while I fix them... And, I'll have a talk with Arisman for her to respect the sepulchral GINN... Now that it's missing parts."It soon befelled you how lacking in spirit the Le Creuset Squad had been after this operation, knowing full well they've all been held aghast by the Alliance capturing Lacus first...You cannot say you aren't either
>>6424232>Athrun and Nicol are discussing something as far away from prying ears... What is that about?>Go help put Yzak and Margellan with the repairs of the Duel... Maybe you can hear what the latter wanted to tell you even.>Follow Dearka along as he leaves the Hangar, It's clear this deployment's left him a bit hung up over the head.>Find Miguel and Mayano, given they're now crewmen specific to the Nemo... It suffices to say they'll have an idea how everyone's in the mechanic vessel's feeling>Write-in
>>6424245>Go help put Yzak and Margellan with the repairs of the Duel... Maybe you can hear what the latter wanted to tell you even.I'm curious on what he wanted to say. It's either that or the mechanics of the crew. Sometimes the little guy is who you have to talk to get a pulse of the whole crew.
>>6424245>Find Miguel and Mayano, given they're now crewmen specific to the Nemo... It suffices to say they'll have an idea how everyone's in the mechanic vessel's feeling>>6424349>the captain of the ship is the little guy
>>6424245>>6424349Change to:>Find Miguel and Mayano, given they're now crewmen specific to the Nemo... It suffices to say they'll have an idea how everyone's in the mechanic vessel's feeling
>>6424245>>6424366>>6425786You took a moment to clear your mind, anxious about the strategic check the Alliance had placed you all on...But nevertheless, fall out of it as you get tapped in the shoulder by a blond Ace "I wouldn't have the long face for long, I had to escort Margellan to that strategy meeting." As he revealed, You arced an eyebrow, Miguel shrugging their shoulders as you asked him why "I ended up learning some key tells working for Le Creuset and he didn't say much... But I could tell he has a secret up his sleeve. Wether it'll help the situation, remains to be seen.""Huh? What'd you-?" Asking Miguel outright only got him to recall an op where Le Creuset's intuition proved hazardous, an exhchange of blows that didn't go right to plan but nevertheless, through skillful maneuvering and Miguel's and his fellows skills as pilot. Pulled through.You... Aren't precisely looking forwards to such a gambit, Having known what he did back at the PLANTs, it led you into a position to expect the worst of this stratagem... As the conversation veered into the specifics of the Crew of the Nemo."Guess we aren't dealt for this all, Arisman and I are forbidden to deploy, The girl's pretty much got it coming from relentlessly ignoring shorty's orders and now ruining Rusty's sepulchral machine... I, on the other hand, ran afoul of his three strikes" Miguel chided as you both passed through hallways of the Nemo "It's a pain in the ass, but... Margellan's only letting me pick up the slack for rear defense efforts, too many scrapped GINNs trying to fight the Traitor in the Strike" Even if he used that displeased and despective tone of voice...You can't help but notice, in some ways. He's glad about such limitations.
>>6426654The Archangel's mechanic bay was busy, as three people crammed into the Strike's open cockpit struggled with the pilot's very own anti-tamper password..."Tolle, we need it operational in case ZAFT jumps the shark. Orders from the Montgomery" A technician commended out as the engineer poked their head out."Says Who?! The Politician or the actual captain?!" Tolle exploded out of frustration at going nowhere fast even with all the help he could get "Sorry, I'm tense about the situation. That girl shouldn't have been made collateral for-""It was her or our neck's, and at least the razor's dangling ontop of ours if all we need is to tap the edge against hers" Another technician commented as he fixed some parts of the Strike's armour."Even so! She's just our age and all she wanted was to sing a memorial to the tragedy at-" Miriallia poked out of the Cockpit, using her expertise in Signals to try and manually decode the user lock with no success."And I don't like it either, but some Eurasians got really antsy at having their mitts around her neck and the Montgomery's ordering us through hierarchy." The same technician lamented the situation before focusing on their work ahead."It's no use, Tolle. Miri, Kira was always a better programmer than I was and... With him being a Coordinator." Kuzzey bowed their head down in frustration only for Tolle to audibly groan."What was that?! Kuzzey, that doesn't matter! He's still our friend and-!" Tolle, already somewhat fed up with Kuzzey's penchant to try and point out the obvious disparity of Kira's Birth..."I know... It still doesn't help me actually figure out what to do with this." Kuzzey downplayed the enthusiasm as Miriallia shook their head."Then maybe we're looking into this from the wrong point... We need Kira."
>>6426702"Athrun, Are you sure about this?"Nicol seemed entirely unsure by his friend's plan... Moreso unable to effectively argue against him as the dawning fact of Rusty's GINN having been retrofitted with a custom sensor suite against usual doctrine of falle aces leaving their units...And now missing an arm..."We don't gain anything by remaining passive when these animals have Lacus at Gunpoint, I-!" Athrun refrained from commenting further, his own baffling horror at Kira attempting to stop his sinking of the Fleet's capital ship letting him know, somehow, his old friend was fully involved in the Alliance's forces. Being reigned in by his duty not only to the PLANTs... But to his Fiancee."I understand that, but... They're also watching us like hawks. Just like we're doing." Nicol argued as he remembered the terms that were relayed onto the rest of the crews that the Alliance had forwarded "After Artemis and even moreso after I managed to get the upper hand on them... They'll be expecting the Blitz's Mirage Colloid. And there is no way I can deploy without the Gamow or the Vesalius hatches being noticed."Sensible points that outright told Athrun that his flight of bravery would end ill for him and his friend despite the conditions."Certainly so, but this Vessel is custom made, they won't know a hidden exit for materials."The ruby-eyed young woman dropping into the conversation immediately made Athrun get defensive, an indignant scowl in his face at being spied on as Nicol seemed bewildered and even a little baffled at how they snuck up on the two of them."In my brief skirmish with the Strike, I managed to get the D-Tec to upload a computer worm on its quantum systems... Enough to at least keep tabs on its info for as long as the Pilot's unaware of it." Athrun raised an eyebrow, before mentally discarding the idea, Kira was a young prodigy at programming... He really did excel a lot at the few things he set his mind to, now that it's recalled upon..."Okay? I still don't know why you would offer-?" Nicol asked away only to silence themselves as the girl eyed them both intently."I can give you my reconnaissance... But one of you will have to give me their Pilot Key ID"
>>6427215Kira tried his hardest to forgo his own shortcomings, given the pressure he was in.It did not help him soldier on as he found himself under the Brig of the Archangel, miraculously not beaten as the Eurasians would have wanted due to the oversight of Captain Ramius."Beat it, Touch the Kid and I'm going to show you what happens when I earn a real brigging."Allan's watchful eye as he eyed from the opposite brig cell, having been Kira's only company past arrest for the last few hours as the Eurasian officer in question stopped in calculated trepidation, before stepping out."This... This is a mess of my own making." Kira openly admitted as Allan only scoffed audibly."Damn right, why'd you have to get violent with the Europeans?" Allan asked aways as Kira got up from the rough bedding he had been laying on, recounting what had transpired as Allan sighed deeply "Well, I knew that wouldn't have ended well. But it's about to get a lot worse with that senate kiss-ass holding the girl hostage." Allan stood up, facing the other end of the barred peephole into the cell, across from Kira's "I'd swear they would have been pissed seeing an Alliance vessel on this rock... But now? Now they'd ought to be looking to scalp us as it stands." Allan's assesment of the situation didn't help Kira's mood one bit... Yet a stray thought did escape the young coordinator's mind."I want to free her." Kira let out his heart's desires only to croak soightly, acknowledging what he had said as Allan let out a confused hum... Yet didn't challenge it "I... I mean, I know that you, Captain Ramius, My friends and Lieutenant La Flaga had my back when it came to this but... She won't have any support back at earth." Kira commented as Allan tauntingly chuckled."None is an under-statement. The Federation is going to salivate having her as a bargaining chip against the PLANTs... I wouldn't wish that on her. So, Count me in. What's your plan?" Allan's casual implication with Kira's wish weirded out the Coordinator slightly... Before acknowledging the kind of person the First Lieutenant had been with him."I... I don't know, I just came up with it-"Kira's confusion is silenced as Allan hummed confidently "Well, I have a plan to get us both out of here cooking for a while, You've usually got a good head over your shoulders so you should come up with something in the interim. Rest up, You'll know when it's time."
Rolled 12 (1d100)>>6427579The time had come in, As Kira heard a racket opposite to him, groggily blinking his eyelids awake."Froggy bastard! I bet Paris looks so Shining and Pristine after the N-Jammer's shushed it asleep!" Allan taunted away at an Eurasian soldier, posted to keep guard as Kira acknowledged the Ship's operational curfew in effect."Quiet! I've had enough of you high and mighty Americans critizing my suffering country-!" The man stepped forth towards Allan's cell as Kira's curiosity got the best of him to check outright."Oh, so you aren't denying how much that rathole deserved some shuteye, huh? Expected from one of your kind." Allan pointedly taunted at their guard as he closed in the distance...Kira blinked as he flipped the meal delivery shutter open, reaching for their side-arm and saying something in a foreign language he didn't understand-.Right as he was grabbed by the belt, slammed against the hard surface face-first as they limply clumped, hung up over Allan's grip of their uniform before quickly being stripped off the ID Key on their hip.Kira stared wide-eyed as Allan stepped out, a deep frown on their face eased up as he unlocked their cell, himself stunned at the swiftness of it all-.Before gasping out in surprise as Allan bolted to give a swift punch onto the knocked out guard, alarming his senses as he couldn't understand the rationale of it.Asking however, didn't give much to go on "Because of some dumbass treaty from before the calendar shift, Officer Schools have to teach French as the Lingua Franca for collaboration exercises... He didn't say something pleasing, Catch!" Allan rummaged the belongings of the guard only for Kira to fumble the thrown fire-arm at his grasp, His hand trembling from not only the unexpected heft and weight but what it meant "... On second thought, Hand me the gun, I'd ought teach you how to use one soon."Kira gave it out before shaking their head "I don't want to learn how to-!" He tried to deny the help only for the airlock of the cells to open, Allan pulling the chamber of the weapon and pointing it dead-ahead to it with one hand-.Only to get a surprised group of individuals, two of them cowering from the gun, another extending ahead as protection...And the last, bespectacled one, uttering in disbelief "Kira... Parsec... How did you get out?" Kira trained the gun down for Allan's arm as he relaxed lightly."You lunatic! I almost jumped you!" Tolle chided nervously at his superior and trainer as Mirialli and Kuzzey lowered their arms from their frightened state, Tolle insisting themselves over the mean remark Allan would have made "Still... We had a plan to break you all out and yet-""Actually... Could we merge both?"Kira resolutely took over his friend and superior for a moment, sounding as if he had just gotten a proper picture of what to do.
>>6429416"The hell you mean you didn't find the connection port, you boggish nonce?!"Margellan's yelling over outside of the Green-Frame's cockpit was amongst the only thing you heard away as you tapped upon the machine's interface keyboard.Running Diagnostics and chatting with Garodo along the way as they seemed irked at maintenance having gone slow."Man, I'm tired and no one's bound to give me a break..." The machine's interface retorted as you remarked that the Green Frame had only just recently been set to have its battery recharged."Duel's probably been a priority. At least... Can you run this checksum to see if those corrupted functions of yours compile?" You typed back as Garodo did just that, running the code it had gotten lent over by the Green Frame as you watched a progress bar run ahead...Before stopping dead at the halfway mark.Groaning out, Garodo offers some more corrupted data, while having been a big help and managing some of Garodo's more outward bugs and glitches... The Red-Frame's data had only been a patch to the damage the machine had suffered as you jacked it."Hey, Natural. Curfew in a bit, I'm emptying the bay for a headcount." Margellan knocked at your cockpit's hull as you nodded, saying goodbye to Garodo before stopping."Curfew? Right during a stand-off?" You ask curiously by the odd way to conduct standard operating disciplines."It's an excuse to know who to and not to send to overtime duty, now come on." Shrugging to it...>Perception = 12 [Majour Failure]Proceeding to it orderly and waiting away, Margellan started to parse off for a moment as one of the people he called in the headcount tossed him a tablet to catch in the Zero-G environs of the mechbay."The fu-?! Who's been playing dumb this shift?! Why are the verniers of our GINN's muffled?!" Margellan called out wildly as you arced an eyebrow... Because that didn't seem any much normal and seemed like...Outright Sabotage"Hangar bay shuttling down for decompression, proceeding to decompress" Margellan's eyes sparked alarm as the materials loading bay of the hangar hermetically closed down."I didn't authorize-?! Motherfucker, who the hell is-?!"
>>6429428Rau had pressed this communication as the last one to acquiesce to the Demands of the Alliance.At least, prefaced to it. From the sheer optics of this situation. Rau couldn't quite order around as freely as he would like to.But he had his ace on the mark, specially knowing the identitu of this troublesome politician."Well, are your forces ready to stand down and offer what they have stolen, White Phantom?" The Aged man prattled, basking in his victory as Rau held an affable smile."Quite, in a way, We have been forced to play our hand quite openly... A hedged bet you play, Mr. Allster.", Rau toyed with the man for a moment only for their expression to sour."You try to play me a fool...? Hmhph, what is some singing abomination to you all, regardless. Have our demands been filed in for?"Rau smirked.The man fell into that Trap as Rau waved their hand forwards, calling ahead someone in the foreground of the bridge."Mayhaps you hold the blade by their neck... But I welcome the try, having your own blood within our ranks."
>>6429428"Mayano's launching, I fucking know it!" Margellan complained outright as he coordinated his engineering staff quickly "Natural, they took the one-armed GINN with them. Go stop them before they make the alliance off the pop star!" Margellan pushed you in, away from the Green Frame as its delays in maintenance are slowly recontextualized into sabotage from the combat coordinator.And that pushing outright leads you away into the FLUGG's cockpit as Margellan's hurried instruction led to it getting armed "I don't have time to explain, I had a prototype running with the data we got from the Blitz at Artemis. Fucking pick one of the Jackets and get out quick!"Faced ahead with the choice, you held aloft of the spacecraft's controls as you calmed your racing heart.>Yellowjacket, for the mobility and speed it'll give you>Redjacket, for the firepower needed if you're dashing headfirst into an alliance fleet without escort>Blackjacket, the experimental mirage-colloid armoured add-on... But it's only armed with the FLUGG's standard armaments and two grappling lines
>>6429519>Yellowjacket, for the mobility and speed it'll give youSpeed is king!
>>6429519>Yellowjacket, for the mobility and speed it'll give you
>>6429519>>6429657>>6429658Doing the choice was snappy, even moreso was the engineers fitting the connection ports of the FLUGG with the carapace and extra gear of the jacket."Le Creuset was conducting some diplomacy...!" You heard a connection from the Bridge, an out-of-breath Margellan having pushed and ran all the way to it "Still is, so I beg to that one brain damaged child. If she ruins it, that girl's in mortal danger. You understand?!" You flash a thumbs up as the magnetic rail positions you towards the launching bay."Won't they notice our launch anyway?! We're-?!" You try to argue, suddenly becoming aware of the tensions and concern the current diplomacy would have as Margellan dashes it aside."That doesn't matter, I'll cover for you as a simple asset recovery, just get this damn girl under control!" Margellan commanded before shouting away orders to prepare the launching rail.You steeled your nerves then as you held aloft of the controls of the black-and-yellow spacecraft, gritting your teeth as the linear-cockpit lights up in quick succession to finally clamping down on the rail lines.[ https://files.catbox.moe/ewp9k5.mp3 ]"Frieden Moon, FLUGG YellowJacket, Launching!">Roll 2d100+10
Rolled 54, 12 + 10 = 76 (2d100 + 10)>>6430323
Rolled 52, 38 + 10 = 100 (2d100 + 10)>>6430323
