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Gundam War Among strangers

"Chief?! Chief! I'm currently engaged with a group of those mobile suits! And whatever the other guys said about them, it's frickin' true! I don't know what kind of shields they have, but I-BLAM!-can't-BLAM!-pierce them!-BLAM!" Beam weapons were the cream of the crop, the weapon most suited for the destruction of damn near anything known to the Federation or to Zeon. Great, cohesive beams of megaparticles could even cut through ship armor if focused properly, even from a mobile suit, and mobile armors were probably the most lethal maneuvering units of all due to their sheer firepower.

But this? This was madness. The froglike suits were moving with a speed that was hitherto unknown to her. Even the Full Armor Gundam, up to its core block in high-speed booster packs and attitude thrusters, could never hope to compete with the fluid, almost animal-like movements of the mobile suits before her. A couple of her beam rifle's shots struck but they did no damage at all, instead reflecting off the olive drab skin of the MS and scattering as their confinement fields broke. Each one erupted in a yellow blast from her beam rifle's muzzle, which was slowly starting to heat up as she dumped shot after shot, leaping from wreckage to wreckage in any attempt to break her pursuers.

The enemy knew no mercy though, and with their axes and other melee weapons in hand, they rushed at her lone Gundam with a fervor she could barely understand. The first one to close in heaved with its cleaver and barely missed her beam rifle, Kanoko dropping it to her holding rack before grabbing onto the extended arm and yanking it forward with as much might as she could muster. "C'MERE! Let me show you what I'm made of!"

What ensued was a quick and brutal melee, a few rapid blows exchanged between the lithe but slightly responsive RX-78 and the rotund but surprisingly agile amphibian suit, culminating in both with a number of good dents. Smashing the white fist of her Gundam into the sensor head of the enemy mobile suit to stun it, she ripped the hatchet from its hands before burying it in the gap between the head of the unit and the armor, cleaving straight into the cockpit. Kicking off the now-crippled mobile suit, she readied herself as the next one closed in along with its cronies, the pilot snarling. "Bring it! Let me show you how Side 4 does things!"

Before she could even raise her newly-acquired axe overhead, a heavy bolt of plasma erupted from the tidal currents of the Thunderbolt sector with a thundering howl, her sensors blinded as it struck and chained across the group of new mobile suits, none of which were insulated for the extremely harsh conditions of the shoal zone. Unable to see, all she could hear was her proximity alarms going off, her eyes dropping to her computer screen and bolting open. "What the hell, they're all about to-!"

She was engulfed in a brilliant explosion, far brighter than anything she had ever seen and the force of which threw her against the back of her Core fighter, smashing her head on the top of the ejection seat. The Gundam went toppling through space, its eyes dimming as its systems shut down and it slowly drifted into space.

A new space. Empty. Devoid.

If she woke up soon, she would realize that she was no longer in the Thunderbolt Sector. Or anywhere near any Side of Earth.

Gundam War Among strangers

The Shoal Zone lit up with a burst of plasma as the tidal forces within the ruined sector erupted, bolts of lightning arcing across the void before striking the ruins of Side 4 and blasting off chunks of decayed metal. The desolation was beautiful in its own way, but a reminder of all the death and destruction which had been wrought over the past year due to the massive conflict between Zeon and the Earth Federation.
Supposedly, there were stories of those particularly sensitive who could see the ghosts of all those who died when Side 4 was destroyed, as well as the specters of the soldiers whose corpses still floated, uncollected and forgotten among the eddies of the shoal zone. For some, it was a perfect fit for the tragic beauty of warfare.

For Kanoko, it was wholly depressing instead.

Her RX-78EVA was positioned on a decently-sized slab of former colony, its golden eyes gazing out into the depths of space while the high-powered camera and targeting array scanned her assigned sector, beam rifle at the ready. The Minovsky particle contamination was intense today, and it was causing her sensors to flicker in and out. The pilot made sure to run the filters to refine the data and expunge the noise, but even still, it was fairly difficult trying to get a solid reading.

"Cavalier, how's it looking out there?" The comm beacons the Federation had placed were working very well despite the interference, much to her relief. It would've sucked to be left out in the void alone.

"First dozen sector sweeps were clean, Chief. I haven't seen any unusual suits like the ones Command described yet. Weird...I can't believe something could just shrug off beam weapons like that; if I hadn't seen the cockpit footage, I would've called them a liar," Kanoko replied. She hefted the beam weapon up, her Gundam floating a little as she disengaged the anchors. A chuckle passed through the static and Kanoko groaned, engaging the boosters to find a different observation point. "Jerk."

"Hey now! I know you're pretty good and we all know how that stuff works. Just be careful out there. Some of the other units have reported strange particle emissions that don't fit any known machine from the Federation or Zeon. I'll check up on you in another couple hours." The comms went quiet.

"Roger. Moving to new recon vector. Cavalier out," Kanoko echoed, pushing her unit forward. As she anchored herself to another piece of colony a kilometer or so out from her previous position, her alarms went up, the radar beeping at her. "What's gotten into you now?"

Looking down at the screen, her eyes widened a little as she saw an aberration begin to overtake her sensor field, blanking out her readings in certain spots as they began to move closer. Not even a Gundam's Minovsky reactor could cause that much interference as she watched them appear on-screen, several spots where her sensor data simply vanished. "What the heck? That's not right-what did they say about the encounters? That they were sudden because they couldn't get any data back?"

Her Gundam seized and brought the beam rifle to bear, her fingers on the anchor release so she could jet out if needed. Enhancing the camera zoom, Kanoko scanned her field of view fervently, trying to catch a glimpse of the intruders. They were but small figures, dancing among the ruins of giants.

But she was small too, and unlike them, she was alone.

Gundam War Among strangers

Name: Kanoko Tanegashi

Age: 21

Century: Universal Century

Appearance: A tall, rather burly woman, Kanoko's head is crowned by a mane of orange-red hair, complementing her vivid green eyes. With a round face and a bright smile, her personality is much different than her physique suggests, much to the surprise of many who meet her. Standing at roughly five-foot-nine, Kanoko is built thick, based on a regimen of physical training meant for weightlifting and enduring labor. Broad shoulders, thick thighs, and a barrel-like chest define her as well as impressive physical strength, being one of the toughest pilots of the Thunderbolt Sector in regards to raw power and stamina. Peach-colored skin, slightly darkened by exposure to the intense flashes and radiation of the ruins of Side 4, she's nonetheless very amiable, and tends to set people at ease with her open attitude.

Genetic Type: Human

Biography: Kanoko, like many of the Federation forces, was actually born in one of its space colonies as a Spacenoid, but in one particularly loyal to the Federation. She grew up relatively far from discrimination, and as such maintained a somewhat naive attitude towards the Principality of Zeon's cause, seeing it more as just major political unrest rather than any sort of independence movement on behalf of an ostracized group. As an engineering student, she had many opportunities to gaze upon the works of Anaheim Electronics and the Federation as a whole, which spurred her interest in mobile suit research. All of this was on track with her to have an internship at one of the biggest manufacturers in the entire solar system.

Until the draft came for the One-Year War, and Kanoko would finally see the brutality that both sides had unleashed. At this point in time, too, she found that most Federation personnel that weren't taken from the colonies were extremely skeptical of her loyalty and motives, even as she was dropped into the pipeline for mobile suit training due to her technical expertise and deeper knowledge of their systems. Given a GM, she was shipped off to the Thunderbolt Sector where some of the most intense fighting existed, among the lethal eddies of the shoal zone.

Kanoko would bear witness to many things, which would temper her mind and attitude and change how she thought about the relationship between Zeon and the Federation, as well as between the humans that might have caused the rift in the first place. She grew to comprehend and understand both sides, but currently she was bound to the Federation during her tour of duty and could not seek a better way to reconcile and help end the war.

Her chance finally came after several months out, when her piloting skills were noted and slated her for a suit upgrade. Fully expecting to get a newer model of the R-79GM, she was instead shocked with the award and honor of piloting a Gundam, the second one Side 4's Federation group had managed to acquire. After Io Fleming's first disastrous run, despite his effectiveness in the first half of the operation, the military councils were loathe to part with another unit, especially as the Gundam, the RX-78 series, was seen as a symbol of power and hope as well as sheer might.

Unlike Io's model, however, her RX-78 was the base, space-oriented version with grappling gear made for securing itself on large enough sections of debris. It didn't matter; the stark white of the suit, in contrast with its dark torso and the muted colors called to her.

She made damn sure she was going to protect it, versus running it around recklessly.

Character's Gundam/Mobile Suit:
1st mobile suit (Start of rp) being used: RX-78 Space Combat model, base unit of FA-78



List of Gundam/mobile suit's weapons:
Equipment:
Additional high-resolution sensors
Grappling gear on feet for zero-G maneuvers
Fixed Armament:
x2 Beam Sabers, stored on new recharging stations that fold onto the thruster unit on its back
Standard Gundam-issue shield, Thunderbolt Sector-use
Standard Gundam-issue beam rifle, +4 capacitor magazines
x1 Bazooka

UC: Rise of the forgotten

"Are you shitting me!? God-damned brass, we've lost too many personnel for this battle, my GM is half-baked thanks to that Gouf, and you forget to sound the retreat call for whoever's left in the fucking debris field? For all of my damned work in this machine, you leave me and dozens of others out here to die?" Roan roared, slamming her fist into her control console and seething in frustration. She watched on her sensors as the Federation ships pulled out of the belt, her head throbbing due to her fury and indignation at being abandoned. The pilot should've expected it by now; she was essentially a Spacenoid, despite her Earthbound rearing, and was always considered an outcast.

The other GMs were closing in on the Gouf which was crippled badly thanks to the Juggler's shots, the Zeon mobile suit having been providing cover for the Zudah pilot that was protesting the battle. As much as she knew it was kill or be killed, from what she heard over the communications network both of the pilots she had encountered earlier were much younger than most of the personnel she had ever faced. Roan wasn't very sentimental most of the time, but the mere memory of what Thunderbolt Sector was doing at one point left a very foul taste in her mouth.

Easing the mobile suit out from her cover, being sure to evade any jutting structures lest she end up wasted upon the surface of a destroyed colony, she began to approach her...comrades, slow and easy with weapons down. More than likely they'd just cut the Gouf pilot up if given the chance...

"Is that black operations GM actually complying? It wouldn't acknowledge me earlier, but fuck if I understand Minovsky particle physics..." Roan muttered to herself, remaining shield up just in case something decided to crop up. Watching the ceasefire signals emit from the GM's emergency external lights, she turned on her own, transmitting the declaration to the Gouf.

"Hey, Frenchie! Fight's over. The actual rules of warfare state that if we have enemy forces surrendering, we don't kill them on the spot. You forget we have cockpit recorders, so if someone actually decided to take a look or rat on you, they could court-martial your ass if they were enough of a busybody. Besides, if anything they might know more than enough about the colony for us to call the fleet back and get us picked up," Her call went out over the now-open comm channel. If he did shoot, there was the chance she could chuck the shield over and get it to take the heat, but she had the feeling even the slimmest of chances would be too generous for that.

She looked over at the black GM, biting her lip a little. It was an intimidating thing, bulkier and more refined than her own RGM-79 and with power she could barely imagine. It was almost on par with that mythical mobile suit, the 'Gundam' she had so oft heard about. "Pardon, but whatever happened to that crazy Zaku you were fighting? Did you lose it in the field?"

@Suku@Krayzikk@Plank Sinatra

Gundam Build Fighters Next Century

Her eyes grew wide as she saw the three leaders break apart, the visible flare and effort the Gunpla were exerting with their frames pushed to the limit lighting up her screen as her Full Armor Gundam broke free of the rabble, pouring into the distant fourth place which eclipsed them but was in turn overshadowed by the sheer lead that the pole position keepers had. There was absolutely no catching up, even with the armor purged and the boosters thrown to the point of exploding. Even as she kept up the throttle, making sure she held her fourth place throne, any hope of bringing a challenge to the group in front was lost.

She was soundly beaten.

The beeping of the console caught her eyes as the acclerator and thermal gauges hit the redline, the Full Armor Gundam plowing through the simulated atmosphere and heating up as its body was stressed to the breaking point. Whatever Gundams her opponents had, they were a damn sight hardier than one of the first Universal Century Gundams ever made. Breaking off the top just a little, she grew content to turn around and simply pick off her usurpers, blasting any challengers with the railgun still mounted to the backpack as she flew along. "Well, I'll be damned...no way I can catch up here. Guess it just shows how much better they are than me right now, heh!"

Gundam Build Fighters Next Century

The three Gunpla at the lead had much better pilots than most of the others, which excited her as she gripped the controls a bit tighter, pushing the FA-78 even further into its redzone. A great trail of silvery exhaust poured from the enormous boosters of the unit's backpack as she strained the model to its limits, using the numerous vernier thrusters scattered across the Gunpla's frame in order to zip and maneuver past offending racers. She was still far behind, the first three far more experienced than she, but at the very least she could separate herself from the pack.

Tapping one of her controls, she brought up a reticule for missile targeting, the launcher on the back hissing softly as its doors opened as she raised the handheld missile pod rack on the left arm of the Gundam, a persistent beeping letting her know that the seekers were hot and ready. Using her eyes to pick out firing solutions, she targeted the whole group in front of her along with the three Gunpla at the front of the pack before confirming the target lock with the steady drone of the fire control system, grinning widely, "Alright, how about some real fireworks?"

She squeezed the trigger and the missile launchers erupted from the FA-78 as she barreled forward over the water, the guided munitions streaking through the artificial sky like a cloud of angry bees roused from their nest. The individual missiles quickly found their marks, forcing them off the main course in order to dodge the incoming seekers before the followup of the missile carrier pods sealed their fate. The munitions carrier dispensed even more swarms of missiles out, the area filled with the high-speed seekers as they careened toward their victims, some setting off in proxy while others doggedly ran after Gunpla to set off their payloads.

Only a few were actually directed towards the trio at the front of the pack, her Full Armor Gundam plowing through the smoke and explosions in an attempt to close the gap. She could see the boosters emptying and their structures overheating, but she forced them to give a little more. She was getting so close-~

UC: Rise of the forgotten

"Ah, a reaction...friendlies?" She muttered to herself as she peeled across the debris, the heavily modified Thunderbolt Sector RGM-79 skirting disaster as she wove between the thick spires of material jutting out from the debris she was flying through. The verniers jetted every now and then as Roan readjusted her course, her impeccable spatial awareness helping her avoid the sometimes hidden obstacles that would appear from the void as shadows revealed by the sharp contrast of light. Looking down momentarily and back at the Gouf, she heard the Zudah's pilot screaming over the comm before the two Zeon mobile suits moved in for a collision course, giving her enough time to escape. "I don't want any part of that issue, you two go work it out while I vacate the office."

All the talk about voices made her skin crawl. Roan had heard mutterings of her being a 'Newtype,' but the most that she had ever exhibited was an extremely high level of spatial perception and awareness. Listening to the calls of thousands, or even the voices of the dead being projected into her head? Never.

There was that annoying buzzing that she got, but the pilot usually attributed that to the same sort of tiredness she experienced when listening to her commanding officer trying to give pep talks. He never went out on sortie, so she never paid him much mind.

Roan emerged from the section of shattered colony, moving a decent length away from her quarreling adversaries before she caught sight of another GM from her section being obliterated by a dark blue Zaku I, a type she had never encountered before. Fumbling a little before muttering under her breath about wasted opportunities and horrible timing, she brought up her remaining shields, using the sub-arms to cover her flank. Her sensors picked up a fourth GM, this one eager to grapple with the navy-colored mobile suit. It was a highly experimental type she had only seen once, but found utterly ridiculous: The Juggler, a GM equipped with two Ball units that had beam rifles bolted to them in an attempt to mimic Zeon's Newtype machines.

The third GM she had picked up was another type entirely, a far-advanced variant which put her unit to shame. Dark in color, with a four-eyed visor glowing eerily in the void, she had heard of its existence but knew very few that actually roamed the battlefields. In comparison, despite her skills, she was a rank novice compared to whoever piloted them. An asteroid erupted with violent explosions and uplifting debris as she assumed the GM decided to take refuge among the field of space rock formed by its demise. Still, she kept her shields up to protect her unit, gunning towards the asteroid's remnants in an attempt to make contact.

Now if only the singer would shut up.

Gundam Build Fighters Next Century

The newest contestant to join the group was a tall girl that looked solidly built compared to most of the others, and was dressed in a track jacket and a pair of knee-length spats. She was a relatively new person to the whole tournament scene, but she had quite a trick up her sleeve so far as her Gunpla were concerned: set on the starting line was a startlingly impressive crimson and white Full Armor Gundam, Thunderbolt Version, fully equipped currently with all of its add-ons and additional weapons. Big differences included the assault rifle instead of a twin beam rifle, and the large railgun instead of the beam cannon mounted on the right pintle of the assault backpack.

Cracking her knuckles as she set the heavy-looking Gundam down and the Plavsky particles brought it to life, she waited for the signal as she gripped the controls, a smirk on her roundish face as she looked at her competition. They were all very impressive, and despite her nervousness, she was sure she could give them a run for their money. As soon as the green light was given and the other mobile suits erupted from the starting line, the well-built contestant flipped a switch almost immediately, the Full Armor Gundam's eyes glowing. "Full Armor Gundam, PURGE!"

With loud hisses and the heavy din of the bolts being released, the FA-78's add-on armor suddenly blew off, revealing the thinner frame underneath, the girl giving a maniacal snigger before slamming the controls forward as far as they could go. The golden eyes surged again with bright light before the mobile suit, backpack still attached, ripped forward with the help of its extremely powerful rocket boosters, propelling it forward in a burst of smoke and a crimson trail. She wasn't going to be the fastest unit out there, of course, but she was damn well going to use her loadout to her advantage.

Coming close to the water, the Gundam's sensors detected a wave of activity just underneath the surface. With a quick hand and a sharp eye, she rotated the mobile suit mid-flight, lowering the railgun to face her adversary before it erupted from the water. It was an Acguy, a very prominent underwater mobile suit, which quickly tried to grapple her with its left claw. Unfortunately, its reach was far too short for the railgun's almost instantaneous point to impact time, the weapon crackling with heavy fields of electromagnetic energy before plowing through the middle of the Acguy with a thunderous crack! It fell back to the water miserably, its inside having been cored by the shot while the newcomer returned the suit to flying position, gunning the throttle again and grinning wildly. "I didn't expect even a race to be this fun! Look out, pole positions, I'm right behind ya!"

Gundam Build Fighters Next Century

Name: Kanoko Tanegashi
Age: 17
Gender: F
Appearance: Kanoko is well built and fairly tall, standing at 5'9" and 160ish pounds. She has wider hips and what seems to be a rather large chest, but in reality her body packs a lot more strength than would first appear. Being a weight lifter and someone who does strength training three times a week, Kanoko's form is thick and solid, with even the loosest clothing providing a very difficult fit for her musculature. Highly unusual for someone who likes gunpla and manages to scratchbuild aspects of a kit, other features that stand out are her rounder, cheerier face and her pastel, carrot-colored hair. With vivid green eyes to provide sharp contrast, her face is what attracts the most attention as she's usually dressed in track or exercise wear, mainly due to her workout schedule. Most days she wears a red track jacket, any kind of T-shirt underneath but traditionally ones with interesting patterns, and a pair of spats which are cut just above the knee, colored gray with a black stripe down the side.

Personality: Kanoko is very upbeat and outgoing, and is usually the life of a party. Almost always in a good mood, her attitude is simply bursting with energy, the girl being enthusiastic in almost all of her ventures no matter how tedious. She puts this to good use outside of her schooling and her workouts in the form of her passion for Gunpla, a highly unusual hobby for a girl of her temperament. However, the intense fights of gunpla tournaments resonate with her, and during battles she can be seen wholly throwing herself into the fray, her excitement flooding every attack and dodge to give her haphazard fighting style its own flavor. She's incredibly friendly, and isn't afraid to tell people off if need be, but she prefers to avoid conflict if she's able to.

Backstory: One wouldn't think that Kanoko would be into Gunpla, but Gundam itself as a whole is one of her greatest interests. Being the daughter of an engineer, she was introduced to Gundam by her father through the Universal Century, where he took his own inspiration in order to become an engineer. In her early years she didn't build Gunpla, but was infatuated with the storyline, gobbling down every book, anime or movie she could possibly get her hands on about the Universal Century, until the series came to a head with: Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt. It was gritty, it was raw, the storyline was enthralling and the mobile suits themselves were detailed to a standard she had never seen before. The redesigns enraptured the weight training fitness girl more than anything else she had found, and the newest designs such as the Atlas or the Gundam Head GMs were fascinating to observe through the pages. Thus began her journey into Gunpla, using the energy and enthusiasm she put towards her athleticism into building gunpla and eventually submitting herself in tournaments.

Other Info: She has a penchant for utilizing unusual tactics in the same vein as Io Fleming from Gundam Thunderbolt. This was bound to happen, as she has a customized variant of the FA-78 Thunderbolt Use Full Armor Gundam that she has used since she achieved a much better quality in her Gunpla builds. Her drive and passion match his as well, though she's far less vindictive and more of one to enjoy the moment. Favorite part of using any of her builds is to purge the armor and leverage the lighter weight, even if the unit has less armament as a result.

Gundam Info

Name: FA-78 Full Armor Gundam, ver. Kano/ RX-78AL Atlas Gundam(Prototype), both 1/144
Based from: FA-78 Full Armor Gundam, Thunderbolt Version, RX-78AL Atlas Gundam

Appearance:

FA-78 Full Armor Gundam

A version of the Full Armor Gundam from Gundam Thunderbolt, made in 1/144 scale. However, quite a lot of care has been taken in making this kit, as the entire armor package and weapons set can be disassembled from the frame, and the inner RX-78 model can be used on its own in case of a purge. Shown here is the traditional color scheme; hers is set up in three shades of crimson, a lighter one for highlights, a medium grade for the armor, and then dark for contrasting portions of the add-on armor, while the thruster bells and the vents have been recolored a dulled gunmetal. The normal RX-78 colors of the Thunderbolt have been retained, save the blue has been replaced by this crimson color scheme. Her version has eschewed the beam cannon for a rapid-fire railgun, while the right arm armament has been swapped for an assault rifle equipped with an underslung tube launcher for various munitions. Purge mode includes a heat rod stored in the left arm for use in conjunction with the beam saber.

RX-78AL Atlas Gundam(Prototype)

This Atlas Gundam is an entirely scratch built kit, and as such is not fully ready for combat as-is. The parts have been painstakingly manufactured, detailed and articulated thanks to the use of her friend's 3D printer to craft the entire assembly. The flash hasn't quite been sanded down yet, the frame fit but not painted well save for a few details, and none of the Atlas' original weapons systems have been added. It is as OOB as you can imagine if it were a kit, and as such, she has taken to bolstering its frame using add-on armor parts with the same method she used in making the Full Armor Gundam's removable armor in 1/144 scale. Currently, this cuts down on agility and maneuverability, but provides a buffer for situations where the Atlas can't leverage its flexibility yet while incomplete.

Armaments:
Full Armor Gundam: - x3 beam sabers, one mounted on the standard backpack underneath the assault pack, the other two in the sides of the assault pack.
- x1 150mm assault rifle equipped with underslung tube launcher, varying loadouts of flash, high-explosive, fragmentation, and HEAT warheads.
- x4 standard shields, coated with anti-beam materials
- x5 handheld cluster missile packs
- x1 six-tube missile launcher pack
- x1 rapid-fire railgun
- x10 missile packs hidden underneath the armor plating
- x1 heat rod, stored in the left arm when not in use.

RX-78AL Prototype: - x2 beam sabers, stored in the shoulders for easy access.
- x1 ultra-heat resistant shield, enough to withstand heavy sustained beam attacks for a duration.
- x1 beam magnum, with an extended E-cap capacity and x3 extra magazines
- x2 60mm vulcans mounted in the head
- x1 heat rod, optional, mounted on the left arm.

Other Info: The Atlas Prototype is a complete work in progress. She has not managed to finish all of the weapons for it, and as such in its current state is bare bones save for initial armament she uses when she has no other option. Kanoko is attempting to finish the Atlas Gundam for show, but in its current state, it is still a formidable unit. Once the armor is purged, though its frame is weaker, the speed increases a little over two fold and its flexibility is raised, enabling much faster reaction times. Her fighting style is based on leveraging her units' strengths and minimizing the weaknesses, and compensating when need be. The Atlas Gundam may be a contender soon enough, but for now it is unable to be used in a full combat capacity.

UC: Rise of the forgotten

The Gouf approached with lightning speed as it swung its heat hawk with savage grace, the deliberate blow swinging across to cleave the left arm of her GM from its body. Gripping the controls, Roan clenched her teeth and breathed in sharply, eyes wide as she used the many additional verniers and the added maneuverability of her Thunderbolt Sector RGM-79 to peel away just enough, throwing up the shield which held her dual beam rifle.

Unfortunately for her, it had already taken its fair share of its. The shield's anti-beam coating failed it miserably before the energy axe cut through it like so much butter, scoring the shoulder of her mobile suit deep enough for the alarms to go off in her cockpit but not deep enough to completely gut the arm's function. However, her dual beam rifle was totally useless as half of the mechanism was slashed through, causing her to dump the shield and the weapon before using her shield-equipped sub arm to block the incoming shells as the Zeon mobile suit dashed away. Repositioning the thrusters, she rocketed to the side in an attempt to dive towards a bit of wreckage, pointing her beam spray gun at the Gouf and squeezing her trigger. "Damned Federation, you can't even modify your Jims past this?! The Zeon in front of me has a bastardly good MS! Even with the Thunderbolt Sector mods, he's going to give me a hellishly hard time!"

Roan's senses tingled as she boosted away from her opponent, causing her to look towards the edges of their battlefield. A sniper unit, which she had tried her best to hide from, was moving in closer. Besides the Gouf being a relentlessly berserker, this one was an even more unusual mobile suit made for stealthier flanking tactics. If she lost it in the debris field, it was more than likely going to spear her GM through its core block. She shook her head furiously as she flew the mech close to the surface of a giant, floating hunk of space colony, the unit flying on its back as she zoomed past its surface and dodged the incoming obstacles with practiced ease. "I've got to get some space from those two!"