"I'm about the closest thing we've got to a doctor here." Mark said, working swiftly to repair the damage to the pilot suit. Once he'd finished, he spoke to the Haro.
"Ok, I need you to come with me. This MS is a write off, and I won't be able to salvage what's left and get her into proper medical care in time. I need you to ensure that her heart keeps beating." Mark said to the Haro, scooping Izumi into his arms.
"Don't you dare die on me now." Mark said to Izumi, grabbing the Haro before tucking it under one arm while carrying Izumi, as he flew out of the Saviour's cockpit as fast as he could towards the ZAKU without dropping Izumi or the Haro, the latter being especially important, since it could tell him of Izumi's condition, and keep her heart beating.
"Power drain just sky-rocketed! I've got one shot, and I'm taking it!" Calthorn said, shooting towards the enemy MS's main thrusters, and when he drew close, he swung the saber as hard as he was able to, praying to god the enemy MS didn't dodge.
Zerenis' aim was steady on the Blast Silhouette, breathing calm despite the aches in his head, the rail gun shot charged to full, his finger on the trigger. All he could do now was wait for the shot.
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Needless to say, the explosions were enough to warrant a certain Cyborg's attention. He wasn't directly part of any law enforcement branch, but he was required to routinely check in with the Shinsengumi. At the time of the explosions, Cronic was just wrapping up neutralizing a criminal gang.
"...I don't know what just happened, but it's not good." Cronic said, having tied up the subdued criminals, before going to observe the closest explosion site to his location, checking for anyone acting out of the ordinary, which considering a bomb just went off, would be anyone acting eerily calm, as opposed to anyone shocked, terrified, trying to quell the blaze, or running for their lives.
"...I don't know what just happened, but it's not good." Cronic said, having tied up the subdued criminals, before going to observe the closest explosion site to his location, checking for anyone acting out of the ordinary, which considering a bomb just went off, would be anyone acting eerily calm, as opposed to anyone shocked, terrified, trying to quell the blaze, or running for their lives.
"I don't mean to rain on your parade, but I've probably got about 10-15 minutes before Wraith runs out of power and I become a sitting duck. And that's using it conservatively." Calthorn said, evading the shots, but trying to conserve thruster use at the same time, grabbing hold of the Beam Saber Kenny shot out of the enemy MS's hand.
"Let's hope this thing works!" Calthorn said, trying to activate the beam saber as he continued his evasion.
"...Good lord." Mark said, as he began searching for the emergency suit fixes, and upon finding one, wasted no time getting to work on ensuring the pilot suit wasn't compromised before he tried to move the pilot. "Little robot. Is the pilot still alive?" Mark said to the Haro as he worked, hoping he wasn't too late.
"I can't risk doing anything about that arm medically as long as we're here. If I can get the unfortunate soul back to the ZAKU though, I should be able to sort it out there using the medical supplies I bought with me... If we manage to get that far without getting killed first."
"Let's hope this thing works!" Calthorn said, trying to activate the beam saber as he continued his evasion.
"...Good lord." Mark said, as he began searching for the emergency suit fixes, and upon finding one, wasted no time getting to work on ensuring the pilot suit wasn't compromised before he tried to move the pilot. "Little robot. Is the pilot still alive?" Mark said to the Haro as he worked, hoping he wasn't too late.
"I can't risk doing anything about that arm medically as long as we're here. If I can get the unfortunate soul back to the ZAKU though, I should be able to sort it out there using the medical supplies I bought with me... If we manage to get that far without getting killed first."
Calthorn spotted the beam saber being blown out of it's hand, as Kenny's voice echoed across the comms, snapping Calthorn back to reality, but his head was still aching like hell. Turning around, he threw one of the Wraith's swords at the enemy MS, then scrambling for the beam saber before the enemy unit had time to retrieve it. "Rgh... Let's hope this thing works. Wraith's running on fumes at this point..!"
"Not quite sure what you're cooking up, but if it drops this son of a bitch, then I'm all for it!" Zerenis said, setting his sights on Lucia's blast silhouette.
"Just watch yourself, you hear? I don't want to see you go up in smoke too!"
Moving swiftly, Mark managed to catch a glimpse of what was left of the Saviour.
"Astaroth to CIC, I have eyes on the Saviour's wreckage. Cockpit is compromised. Odds of the Pilot's survival is unlikely. Will move in and confirm." Mark said, moving the ZAKU to within range of the Saviour. Once he was within range, he opened the cockpit, and with a jet pack like device equipped, flew out towards the Saviour's cockpit.
"Good grief. This Gundam got shot to shreds. If the pilot is still alive, I will be impressed. Though I'll have to move swiftly; Given that the cockpit is compromised, the pilot is likely badly wounded. I'll need to get back to the ship as quickly as possible if I want to save that pilot's life."
"Not quite sure what you're cooking up, but if it drops this son of a bitch, then I'm all for it!" Zerenis said, setting his sights on Lucia's blast silhouette.
"Just watch yourself, you hear? I don't want to see you go up in smoke too!"
Moving swiftly, Mark managed to catch a glimpse of what was left of the Saviour.
"Astaroth to CIC, I have eyes on the Saviour's wreckage. Cockpit is compromised. Odds of the Pilot's survival is unlikely. Will move in and confirm." Mark said, moving the ZAKU to within range of the Saviour. Once he was within range, he opened the cockpit, and with a jet pack like device equipped, flew out towards the Saviour's cockpit.
"Good grief. This Gundam got shot to shreds. If the pilot is still alive, I will be impressed. Though I'll have to move swiftly; Given that the cockpit is compromised, the pilot is likely badly wounded. I'll need to get back to the ship as quickly as possible if I want to save that pilot's life."
That voice snapped Calthorn out of his fury, if only for a short time. His comm channels to Maddox's ship still open. Shoving past the sheer pain, Calthorn shot forward with his own swords to try to intercept the enemy MS, aiming to impale it on both. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP AND DIE YOURSELF! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!" Calthorn shouted out, his anger returning in full force.
Sure enough, Mark picked up on Izumi's thrusters. "Boss man, I just picked up on thruster emissions. Faint ones. Could be the Saviour. I'm going in to investigate." Mark said, firing up the ZAKU's thrusters as he shot towards the location of the ruined saviour.
"Confirmed. Bring it back swiftly, Mark. Leave the MS behind if it would take too long to salvage." Cronic said, going back to trying to communicate with Izumi.
"Just hold on a little while longer; You might not be able to reach that light, but that light may just be coming towards you instead." Cronic thought, his voice filled with resolve.
"I've spent a lot of time and effort ensuring that no-one we urgently need dies on my watch. Damned if I'm going to let that change now." Cronic said to himself.
Zerenis, meanwhile was continuing his artillery assault on the enemy's carrier ships. Firing every shot he had to try and destroy as many ships as he could, before discarding the Bazooka, and taking out the rail gun. Rather than resume firing on the ships now, he turned to aim at the winged mobile suit, charging up a shot.
"This rail gun may not have as much kick to it as the Bazooka did, but it ought to help keep this bastard on his toes!" Zerenis said, opening a comm channel to Lucia.
"Lucia, Rail Bazooka's empty. I'm lining up my rail gun's cross-hairs on the enemy MS now. I need you to give me a shot."
Sure enough, Mark picked up on Izumi's thrusters. "Boss man, I just picked up on thruster emissions. Faint ones. Could be the Saviour. I'm going in to investigate." Mark said, firing up the ZAKU's thrusters as he shot towards the location of the ruined saviour.
"Confirmed. Bring it back swiftly, Mark. Leave the MS behind if it would take too long to salvage." Cronic said, going back to trying to communicate with Izumi.
"Just hold on a little while longer; You might not be able to reach that light, but that light may just be coming towards you instead." Cronic thought, his voice filled with resolve.
"I've spent a lot of time and effort ensuring that no-one we urgently need dies on my watch. Damned if I'm going to let that change now." Cronic said to himself.
Zerenis, meanwhile was continuing his artillery assault on the enemy's carrier ships. Firing every shot he had to try and destroy as many ships as he could, before discarding the Bazooka, and taking out the rail gun. Rather than resume firing on the ships now, he turned to aim at the winged mobile suit, charging up a shot.
"This rail gun may not have as much kick to it as the Bazooka did, but it ought to help keep this bastard on his toes!" Zerenis said, opening a comm channel to Lucia.
"Lucia, Rail Bazooka's empty. I'm lining up my rail gun's cross-hairs on the enemy MS now. I need you to give me a shot."
Calthorn, however, appeared to have completely snapped by this point. A scream of anger, not agony, was what was yelled back in return. Legs or not, Wraith still had it's hands, and it's swords. The thrusters on Wraith roared into life as one primal instinct began to dominate Calthorn's mind; Kill. Whoever was telling him to fall would be able to feel that anger, that urge to kill, as he dodged the oncoming beams, rapidly closing the gap on the enemy unit, oblivious to Wraith's low power reserves.
Zerenis could've sworn he'd faintly heard Izumi, but dismissed it for now, as he took aim with a fully charged rail bazooka shot, and fired at one of the carrier ships.
"Maddox made a hell of a bad call, and he'll pay for it if we survive this!" Zerenis shouted out, readying the next shot.
Mark, however was en route to the Saviour's last known location, keeping his eyes out for any sign of a wreckage that matched the Saviour's description.
Much like Zerenis, Cronic could hear the sound of a girl sobbing within his mind, but couldn't recognise the voice.
"...Can you hear me?" Cronic thought, staring out over the bridge at the battleground beyond, trying to respond to Izumi.
"If you can, I need you to tell me where you are right now." Cronic thought, still trying to reach the voice's owner.
Zerenis could've sworn he'd faintly heard Izumi, but dismissed it for now, as he took aim with a fully charged rail bazooka shot, and fired at one of the carrier ships.
"Maddox made a hell of a bad call, and he'll pay for it if we survive this!" Zerenis shouted out, readying the next shot.
Mark, however was en route to the Saviour's last known location, keeping his eyes out for any sign of a wreckage that matched the Saviour's description.
Much like Zerenis, Cronic could hear the sound of a girl sobbing within his mind, but couldn't recognise the voice.
"...Can you hear me?" Cronic thought, staring out over the bridge at the battleground beyond, trying to respond to Izumi.
"If you can, I need you to tell me where you are right now." Cronic thought, still trying to reach the voice's owner.
Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis
Aliases: None
Race: Cyborg
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Alignment:Neutral Good
Appearance: Has brown hair and blue eyes, that look like they have a sort of HUD on the pupils. Wears Red armour with blue markings that shifts colour depending on what weapons are active; Red = Lethal weapons only, Red + Blue Markings = Lethal and non-lethal, Blue markings: Non-lethal only. With the exception of his head, has extensive cybernetic enhancements visible across his body when not wearing his armour. Wears a pair of black jeans when not in his armour.
Faction: Law Enforcement
Role: Criminal Hunter + Neutraliser
Weapons: 2X HF (High Frequency) Blades, 2X "Stinger" Stun rods, built into the forearms. Both deploy over the hand when activated. The latter is Non Lethal, the former lethal.
Equipment/Items: 3X Smoke Grenades, carried on a sash attached to his right hip. 2X Emergency repair nanomachines, attached to a sash on his left hip.
Backstory/Personality: A man who lost everything he held dear, and almost his life too, but gifted with an unbreakable resolve. He was effectively reborn when his damaged body was replaced with cybernetics. He became a powerful force to be reckoned with, able to run faster, jump higher, and strike more accurately than most. He primarily tracks down and brings in criminals on the run, but sometimes finds himself tasked to track down and neutralize an entire criminal organization. He's sharper than he looks though, able to put together the facts and figure out what doesn't add up. He's generally a calm, gentle guy when not on the job. He usually switches to a more focused mindset when he is on the job though.
What he DOESN'T want people knowing about him though, is that his mother was of the Yato tribe... And some of the less than ideal traits that stem from them passed on to him. Usually he's able to keep them in check, but drive him to the point of extremely angry, and that's when he succumbs to those traits. At that point, he generally doesn't care about holding back, hesitation, or trying to capture his enemies alive.
Aliases: None
Race: Cyborg
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Alignment:Neutral Good
Appearance: Has brown hair and blue eyes, that look like they have a sort of HUD on the pupils. Wears Red armour with blue markings that shifts colour depending on what weapons are active; Red = Lethal weapons only, Red + Blue Markings = Lethal and non-lethal, Blue markings: Non-lethal only. With the exception of his head, has extensive cybernetic enhancements visible across his body when not wearing his armour. Wears a pair of black jeans when not in his armour.
Faction: Law Enforcement
Role: Criminal Hunter + Neutraliser
Weapons: 2X HF (High Frequency) Blades, 2X "Stinger" Stun rods, built into the forearms. Both deploy over the hand when activated. The latter is Non Lethal, the former lethal.
Equipment/Items: 3X Smoke Grenades, carried on a sash attached to his right hip. 2X Emergency repair nanomachines, attached to a sash on his left hip.
Backstory/Personality: A man who lost everything he held dear, and almost his life too, but gifted with an unbreakable resolve. He was effectively reborn when his damaged body was replaced with cybernetics. He became a powerful force to be reckoned with, able to run faster, jump higher, and strike more accurately than most. He primarily tracks down and brings in criminals on the run, but sometimes finds himself tasked to track down and neutralize an entire criminal organization. He's sharper than he looks though, able to put together the facts and figure out what doesn't add up. He's generally a calm, gentle guy when not on the job. He usually switches to a more focused mindset when he is on the job though.
What he DOESN'T want people knowing about him though, is that his mother was of the Yato tribe... And some of the less than ideal traits that stem from them passed on to him. Usually he's able to keep them in check, but drive him to the point of extremely angry, and that's when he succumbs to those traits. At that point, he generally doesn't care about holding back, hesitation, or trying to capture his enemies alive.
Calthorn quickly snapped back to reality for a split second, activating the Wraith's thrusters, causing what would've cut both him, and the Wraith, clean in half, to only take it's legs off instead.
"First Lacus... Now Izumi... That is fucking IT." Zerenis said to himself, taking aim at the enemy MS, ensuring a target lock.
"HEY, JACKASS! FORGETTING SOMEONE!? EAT THIS!". Zerenis shouted out, sounding equally as pissed as the time Lacus Clyne was killed, before firing the fully charged rail Bazooka at the enemy unit, and setting to work on charging the next shot, this time aiming for one of the carrier ships.
Meanwhile, aboard the CSC's flagship, Cronic had issued an order for two Mobile Suits to deploy on an evacuation mission. The two in question were Kenny and Mark, the latter piloting Cronic's ZAKU, who was talking to the pilots via intercom.
"Ok, here's the thing; Ever since that new model of enemy MS deployed, Wraith and Saviour practically stopped moving, and Regen Duel is moving a lot more sluggishly than usual. I'm not sure what happened there, but it's imperative that we rescue the pilots of the immobilized Mobile Suits... Assuming they're still alive, as soon as possible. Kenny, since you've got more experience handling an MS than Mark does, no offense intended, you'll be flying right into the thick of it to secure Wraith and it's pilot. Mark, you're to track down what's left of the Saviour, recover it, and check if the Pilot survived. You have your orders, gentlemen. Get to work!" Cronic said, cutting the transmission
"...Good grief... This was not how I'd planned to spend the day." Mark said, as he braced himself for launch.
"Mark Astaroth, Blaze ZAKU Warrior, Taking off!"
"First Lacus... Now Izumi... That is fucking IT." Zerenis said to himself, taking aim at the enemy MS, ensuring a target lock.
"HEY, JACKASS! FORGETTING SOMEONE!? EAT THIS!". Zerenis shouted out, sounding equally as pissed as the time Lacus Clyne was killed, before firing the fully charged rail Bazooka at the enemy unit, and setting to work on charging the next shot, this time aiming for one of the carrier ships.
Meanwhile, aboard the CSC's flagship, Cronic had issued an order for two Mobile Suits to deploy on an evacuation mission. The two in question were Kenny and Mark, the latter piloting Cronic's ZAKU, who was talking to the pilots via intercom.
"Ok, here's the thing; Ever since that new model of enemy MS deployed, Wraith and Saviour practically stopped moving, and Regen Duel is moving a lot more sluggishly than usual. I'm not sure what happened there, but it's imperative that we rescue the pilots of the immobilized Mobile Suits... Assuming they're still alive, as soon as possible. Kenny, since you've got more experience handling an MS than Mark does, no offense intended, you'll be flying right into the thick of it to secure Wraith and it's pilot. Mark, you're to track down what's left of the Saviour, recover it, and check if the Pilot survived. You have your orders, gentlemen. Get to work!" Cronic said, cutting the transmission
"...Good grief... This was not how I'd planned to spend the day." Mark said, as he braced himself for launch.
"Mark Astaroth, Blaze ZAKU Warrior, Taking off!"
Calthorn was naturally screaming in agony as his head literally ached, as though his brain threatened to burst.
"My head..! IT HURTS...!" Calthorn shouted out, having not turned off the comm link to Maddox yet, gripping the sides of his helmet tightly as he writhed in pain, leaving himself vulnerable to attack. This wasn't normal for an extended to actively admit they were hurting. Especially one who's as skilled as Calthorn. The pains they experience if not given their treatment were generally full-body ones, not concentrated in the head. And Calthorn wasn't due for his for at least another hour or two.
Zerenis too, was feeling the pain, but it wasn't as extreme as what Izumi or Calthorn were feeling; He could still take a shot. "Lucia... Something's not right here...! Around the time of that enemy unit's deployment, my head started aching suddenly. Whatever it is, I'm shooting the bastard down! Get Izumi to safety, NOW!" Zerenis said, shoving the pain to the back of his mind for now, as he began to line up his shot on the enemy unit.
"My head..! IT HURTS...!" Calthorn shouted out, having not turned off the comm link to Maddox yet, gripping the sides of his helmet tightly as he writhed in pain, leaving himself vulnerable to attack. This wasn't normal for an extended to actively admit they were hurting. Especially one who's as skilled as Calthorn. The pains they experience if not given their treatment were generally full-body ones, not concentrated in the head. And Calthorn wasn't due for his for at least another hour or two.
Zerenis too, was feeling the pain, but it wasn't as extreme as what Izumi or Calthorn were feeling; He could still take a shot. "Lucia... Something's not right here...! Around the time of that enemy unit's deployment, my head started aching suddenly. Whatever it is, I'm shooting the bastard down! Get Izumi to safety, NOW!" Zerenis said, shoving the pain to the back of his mind for now, as he began to line up his shot on the enemy unit.
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