I got closer to understanding who my character is and in good sniper fashion, did nothing for the entire battle.
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I was under the impression we were in Zone G. Since the Anzu can go to Zone A anyway, I won't edit my post.
Very interested. Interstellar meets Red Dwarf and I'm a big fan of both.
I think it's just Rose, Archer, myself and the Setsuka still in the fight. Things are about to wrap up.
Also, I now finally realise who my character is and development should be a lot easier from now on.
Also, I now finally realise who my character is and development should be a lot easier from now on.
The stone pillars were taller than the Anzu and allowed viable cover from most enemies. While the cross-offs and turnings were useful for a close-combat specialist, it would be difficult to find him in the first place. The only way he could be reliably destroyed was if he had missed his shot of the Archer and it still functioned, at least if its optics functioned. The chances were slim but still possible. Yeshua felt angry at himself for letting such a mistake happen.
Driving the next slug into its chamber, the weapon began to shake and radiate a satisfying noise. It would only be a few more seconds until it was ready to be fired again.
The massive, thundering feet of the mech tramped at the rock and ground, unsettling the Earth and destroying any chance life had of sustaining itself here. It reminded him of his home, far away now.
"I have no home." Yeshua corrected himself, remembering the awful memories of his foster family being taken away and killed with the invasion of his most recent place of occupation. He never saw them dying, but knew that the rage that was built deep within him would soon be unleashed at the enemy. It was a hot rage, fueled by the kindling of war and would not be extinguished until blood was on his hands.
The sky became black and clouds towered over him. He was a young boy in a foreign world. Only a small backpack strapped behind him and the faceless voids pushing past were to name the first thoughts as he set foot in this strange place. Poor and overcrowded, this was the place of the refugees. They were cattle in a cage, just waiting to be destroyed. He was fortunate that his family didn't die of the crime and disease running rampant through the city, Yeshua realised. At the first automated reception gate, he was already checked for a "random search". Any young boy wearing run-down clothes and smog-covered shoes would be immediately a suspect. Women quickly put away their handbags and purses at the mere sight of him. Glares of discreet nature were shot at him by towering men but he already knew what they thought of him. Taking a plastic cup from the nearest, almost empty, water charity stand, the boy filled himself with all the chlorinated water he could. It tasted like home; fake and tasteless. He put down the drink and did a double take of his bag's contests, always making sure he hadn't been the victim of an innocent thief, when he almost lost coordination at the sight of a young girl, much the same age as himself, with vibrant hair and a face cut out of diamonds. Her eyes were needles in his spine, sharp but electric. They glowed an emerald not of this world.
Yeshua had no idea he was now in the middle of Zone A, wandering aimlessly.
Realising how deep he was in his thought, the Anzu stopped suddenly and became prone, pointing his rifle towards Zone B.
"Damn it, I need to get my head out of the clouds." Yeshua moaned, trying to regain his composure as his now-ready weapon pointed at the area he had just left, waiting for someone to pounce.
Driving the next slug into its chamber, the weapon began to shake and radiate a satisfying noise. It would only be a few more seconds until it was ready to be fired again.
The massive, thundering feet of the mech tramped at the rock and ground, unsettling the Earth and destroying any chance life had of sustaining itself here. It reminded him of his home, far away now.
"I have no home." Yeshua corrected himself, remembering the awful memories of his foster family being taken away and killed with the invasion of his most recent place of occupation. He never saw them dying, but knew that the rage that was built deep within him would soon be unleashed at the enemy. It was a hot rage, fueled by the kindling of war and would not be extinguished until blood was on his hands.
The sky became black and clouds towered over him. He was a young boy in a foreign world. Only a small backpack strapped behind him and the faceless voids pushing past were to name the first thoughts as he set foot in this strange place. Poor and overcrowded, this was the place of the refugees. They were cattle in a cage, just waiting to be destroyed. He was fortunate that his family didn't die of the crime and disease running rampant through the city, Yeshua realised. At the first automated reception gate, he was already checked for a "random search". Any young boy wearing run-down clothes and smog-covered shoes would be immediately a suspect. Women quickly put away their handbags and purses at the mere sight of him. Glares of discreet nature were shot at him by towering men but he already knew what they thought of him. Taking a plastic cup from the nearest, almost empty, water charity stand, the boy filled himself with all the chlorinated water he could. It tasted like home; fake and tasteless. He put down the drink and did a double take of his bag's contests, always making sure he hadn't been the victim of an innocent thief, when he almost lost coordination at the sight of a young girl, much the same age as himself, with vibrant hair and a face cut out of diamonds. Her eyes were needles in his spine, sharp but electric. They glowed an emerald not of this world.
Yeshua had no idea he was now in the middle of Zone A, wandering aimlessly.
Realising how deep he was in his thought, the Anzu stopped suddenly and became prone, pointing his rifle towards Zone B.
"Damn it, I need to get my head out of the clouds." Yeshua moaned, trying to regain his composure as his now-ready weapon pointed at the area he had just left, waiting for someone to pounce.
As a note to Cassowarysaur: I accepted a proposition from redbaron that your shot missed Archer's central engine, but instead dismembered one of the Framewerk's legs.
That seems fair. He was shooting through smoke.
Alright, in case you don't even know Erin's dirty little secret, I've put a spoiler.
Written my post. I would've posted it earlier if it was not for family matters. I hope I haven't done too much without letting my attackers get a reaction.
Also, I finished watching ATTACKO UN TITANO today. It was alright. The animation, actually, was not at all smooth and the moral was . . . "To beat monsters, we must let go of our humanity"? What kind of messed up message is that to take away from such a popular show?
Also, I finished watching ATTACKO UN TITANO today. It was alright. The animation, actually, was not at all smooth and the moral was . . . "To beat monsters, we must let go of our humanity"? What kind of messed up message is that to take away from such a popular show?
As the weapon began to glow and hum its steady, soothing voice, Yeshua forget he was still being chased. He hoped that no one had been smart enough to team up on him, leaving it an unfair fight for him; especially in close quarters. On his motion tracker, inside the rocking cockpit of the Anzu, Yeshua squinted and made out three targets on the radar coming into his range. They weren't fighting, or at least it didn't appear to be so to the young boy. He was being triple-teamed.
After cursing in Hebrew for the second time during this training exercise, he carefully checked his escape routes. The rocky terrain gave in to a slightly steep drop directly in front of him but behind him was where the situation was taking place. Not too far away, behind his shoulder and standing tall like a vanguard in the barren landscape, was the main Tower. Peaking his head out to spy a quick peak, Yeshua spotted the heavily damaged Archer and a barrage of missiles heading his way. Pulling into more fortified cover, the missiles exploded nearby. They crackled and sizzled into fragmented shrapnel, eager to tear away his bones. Missile after missile exploded. Sending him into further cover, the Anzu was still looking rather undamaged.
Yeshua quickly thought about his odds with any precious time he had left before chaotic battle began. The Rose would surely outmatch him in close quarters combat and the Setsuka was far more durable than he was, even if his medium-armour plates covered most of his body armour. The Archer would constantly take note of his location, meaning a run away strategy was doomed to fail. If he was to run away, he would have to while giving himself a perfect moment to spring away from this death trap.
The broken canisters mounted on his wrists continued to offer some sort of advice, in the fashion of careful, small flames occasionally spluttering out. While he was almost out of fuel, all of the liquid that managed to stick to his arms would still be useful. The lighting mechanism was still active as it was encased in his thick forearm plating. If he was to fail, Yeshua plotted, he would look pretty cool doing it.
As fast as he could will the machine with his 81% synchronisation rate, the Anzu quickly fired a massive, high-energy slug into the base of the massive pillar he was hiding behind. Kicking it defiantly, the rock tumbled and collapsed, as did the pillars next to it. They formed an admirable wall between him and his two confronting attackers. Sliding the next slug inside its home, he leaped off the ground with the energy of the most powerful engine the world could create. His feet landed on top of one of the sideways pillars. The two flamethrowers, mostly destroyed, suddenly ignited and spewed all that was left in their open canisters in a bright flurry of flame. Stone and pebbles were kicked up into the air with the sudden release of gas, creating a somewhat thick cloud of debris. Loaded with his weapon, the Anzu's targeting systems used their IR tracking to find the Archer, on top of the tower. As the flames crackled on the ground, any heat detection would be almost useless. In those brief few seconds he had bought, the massive slug sped from its chamber and into the sky, aimed directly for the central engine of the Archer. The shot was slightly from the side, bypassing those plates from the front.
Yeshua swiveled the machine around and was about to run towards the next row of pillars behind him.
"Sheyihiye lecha yom na'im." he mused, a solemn but secretly smug expression on his face.
After cursing in Hebrew for the second time during this training exercise, he carefully checked his escape routes. The rocky terrain gave in to a slightly steep drop directly in front of him but behind him was where the situation was taking place. Not too far away, behind his shoulder and standing tall like a vanguard in the barren landscape, was the main Tower. Peaking his head out to spy a quick peak, Yeshua spotted the heavily damaged Archer and a barrage of missiles heading his way. Pulling into more fortified cover, the missiles exploded nearby. They crackled and sizzled into fragmented shrapnel, eager to tear away his bones. Missile after missile exploded. Sending him into further cover, the Anzu was still looking rather undamaged.
Yeshua quickly thought about his odds with any precious time he had left before chaotic battle began. The Rose would surely outmatch him in close quarters combat and the Setsuka was far more durable than he was, even if his medium-armour plates covered most of his body armour. The Archer would constantly take note of his location, meaning a run away strategy was doomed to fail. If he was to run away, he would have to while giving himself a perfect moment to spring away from this death trap.
The broken canisters mounted on his wrists continued to offer some sort of advice, in the fashion of careful, small flames occasionally spluttering out. While he was almost out of fuel, all of the liquid that managed to stick to his arms would still be useful. The lighting mechanism was still active as it was encased in his thick forearm plating. If he was to fail, Yeshua plotted, he would look pretty cool doing it.
As fast as he could will the machine with his 81% synchronisation rate, the Anzu quickly fired a massive, high-energy slug into the base of the massive pillar he was hiding behind. Kicking it defiantly, the rock tumbled and collapsed, as did the pillars next to it. They formed an admirable wall between him and his two confronting attackers. Sliding the next slug inside its home, he leaped off the ground with the energy of the most powerful engine the world could create. His feet landed on top of one of the sideways pillars. The two flamethrowers, mostly destroyed, suddenly ignited and spewed all that was left in their open canisters in a bright flurry of flame. Stone and pebbles were kicked up into the air with the sudden release of gas, creating a somewhat thick cloud of debris. Loaded with his weapon, the Anzu's targeting systems used their IR tracking to find the Archer, on top of the tower. As the flames crackled on the ground, any heat detection would be almost useless. In those brief few seconds he had bought, the massive slug sped from its chamber and into the sky, aimed directly for the central engine of the Archer. The shot was slightly from the side, bypassing those plates from the front.
Yeshua swiveled the machine around and was about to run towards the next row of pillars behind him.
"Sheyihiye lecha yom na'im." he mused, a solemn but secretly smug expression on his face.
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