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Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

The last unoccupied mobile suit in the dilapidated hanger was a hulking brute of machine, bestial in experience thanks to it's forward swept horns and digitigrade legs. ...It's no Hugo, that's for sure... Fox thought to himself as he floated across the open space between the two mobile suits. Quickly climbing into the cockpit of beige and red machine, Fox idly noted a much more posh interior, the soft padding of the seat itself and what looked like wood paneling on the armrests matched colors of mobile suit's armor. ...Little excessive, but ok... The back of his mind mused as he strapped himself in and connected the Alaya Vijinana System. A few moments later, all hell broke loose.

An unheard scream tore it's way free from Fox's lips as he spasmed in the mobile suit's cockpit, the sheer force of the man-machine interface's connection threating to drive him into the black. With a pained grunt, he clenched his teeth and shook his to clear it, the action spattering droplets of blood from his nose across the inside of his helmet. A groping fist reached out through the bloody haze and slammed down on the center control panel. Working though the UI on instinct alone, Fox closed the cockpit's hatch and took a deep breath to center himself as the mental strain slowly imbedded itself into him and faded away. "Gundam Morax, start retinal projection." Fox growled out through gritted teeth and the Gundam's eyes became his own.

Opening his comms up, the young man twitched in irritation as he caught the tail end of his squadmate's conversations. Well, rebellion it was. Not that it wasn't always an inkling at the back of Fox's mind, but such things aught to carefully thought through, not haphazardly launched into. That said, with the power in his hands there was a little more room for error; Fox thought to himself with a feral smile. As the Gundam took it's first steps in centuries, Fox could feel the strength in it's powerful limbs, the weight of it's heavy armor... and the emptiness of it's fuel tanks. "Shit." Fox commented idly. That was going to complicate things. Noting a battered round shield and spear on either side of where the Morax had been docked, Fox retrieved both and silently followed the rest of Familiar Squad.

Once they had made their way to the rendezvous, Fox settled Morax onto a particularly large chunk of debris, the Gundam settling down onto it's haunches, spear resting over one shoulder. Taking a moment to relax into the almost criminally comfortable seat, he tuned out the rest of the squad's bickering, only to snap back to attention as the Bosun's voice joined them. Rolling his eyes at Martin's speech, Morax rose back to it's full height and hefted it's spear. "You all talk too much." Fox spoke with dry irritation and pointed his spear at the Bosun. "Let's play, old man." He added tauntingly as he stomped one of the Morax's feet down behind him, the action causing the hulk of scrap metal to slowly twist away from their attackers.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Short post. Reineh, how do you want to do this? Short rapid posts, or write up a colab via PMs and then post it?

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Maritza Verenna

There was a momentary pause as Maritza looked at Tyaethe with her head cocked to the side. Then, a grin slowly spread across the Naga's face as she hefted her quarterstaff and gave it a twirl. "Against larger opponents? Actually quite good. Plenty of unpleasant monsters down South. Never tangled with something the size of a dragon though, so a little hard to say if I'd loose my advantage against something that big." Mari replied as she slowly began to circle the first member of the order. "Against someone as small, fast and experienced as you though? That's a lot trickier. Unlike most everyone else here, I assume you've had to face off with my kind before... and know how to do so." The naga was positively grinning like a loon now, her staff starting to disappear in a blur as it switched from one hand to the other. "Been a while since I've had to opportunity to go all out sparring."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Just got internet back for the first time since Friday. I will hopefully be back on this shorty.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Yeah, sorry. Life's been a lot this past week or so.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

There was a long pause from Fox as no orders were forthcoming from The Mercurial Witch, nor did he bother verbally responding to the arrival of the Gjallarhorn Major, instead merely adjusting the orientation of his Hugo so that Schwalbe was between him and the newcomer. It was only when the Hugo's alert system sounded from The Mercurial Witch's incoming fire that the quiet young man took action. With a slight grunt over the open pirate comms, Fox opened the the throttle on the Hugo's thrusters, launching both him and his hostage towards the safety of the ruined ship even as Holly gave her orders.

Thanks to the ungainly added mass of Schwalbe Graze and Fox's haste, the young man did not make the smoothest of entries. Clipping the Hugo's shoulder on the edge of hole in the ship, the two mobile suits spun, slamming hard into an empty section of ruined hanger. The two interlocked mobile suits drifted slightly from the impact. Several agonizingly long seconds past before the Hugo briefly fired it's thrusters again, minimalizing their movement.

Groaning as he shook his head to clear the stars from his vision, Fox took in the series of blinking orange and red lights from the Hugo's display. Actuators wrenched, Auxiliary powerlines and control circuits damaged, a severed fuel line, the list went on. Fox understood maybe a third of it, but thanks to the Alaya Vijnana System, he could "feel" all of it. And the young man knew his machine well enough to know that it wouldn't be able to pull any of his usual stunts without proper repairs. It was only then that he looked up to see the row of powerful looking mobile suits lining the interior of the dilapidated hanger.

The choice was obvious and the decision easy.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Maritza Verenna

There was a funny look from the Naga as she paused mid form. "Fight a... dragon?..." There was an almost incredulous tone to Mari's immediate response as she stared down the diminutive vampire. Her eyes slowly narrowing as she realized the at least somewhat serious nature of the question. "In all seriousness, run. Though assuming that isn't an option... I can think of a few ideas." The knight serpenta paused for a moment as she collected her thoughts.

"One, if I had time to prepare and numerical superiority through allies, I'd use ballistae or similar siege weapons to ground my would-be opponent. Attach heavy ropes or chains to the projectiles to bind them up and hold them to the ground. Then, overwhelm with numbers. Death by a thousand cuts. The naga explained, now leaning on her quarterstaff, free hand gesticulating to add to her words. "Two, if I'm by myself, engage in the most beneficial environment possible. Somewhere with enough cover to impede the dragon's movement, but not so much that I wouldn't have enough room to dodge any attempts by them to just crush me through sheer mass. Then, target their joints and other vitals. Ankles, knees, wings, eyes, etc. Do everything I can to hamper their movement and make the killing blow easier." Maritza eventually finished, seeming moderately impressed with her own off the cuff assessment.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

"Familiar Two, brace yourself." Was the only warning Thom received as Fox's quiet tenor crackled over the LCS. Having taken careful aim, the young man opened fire from his perch with the Hugo's machine gun. Almost all of the rounds flew harmlessly between the two Grazes, a few punching dents in their opponent’s armor with only one finding it's intended target. But one was enough. Punching clean through the magazine of the Schwalbe's rifle, the impact threw off the gun's aim off... and detonated the ammunition within.

The resulting explosion took the Schwalbe's gun hand with it, while Thom's Graze was blasted with molten shrapnel, leaving visually impressive, but mostly superficial damage on the other human debris' mobile suit. "Familiar Five securing target. Captain, requesting further orders for Familiar Squad." Fox announced calmly, an odd contrast to his Hugo's aggressive movements, the space superiority mobile suit already rocketing into the "fight". Instead of slowing down he merely fired one of the Hugo's anchor claws, catching the golden Schwalbe on the way past and sending them both tumbling through space.

Down an arm, a hand and against a pilot with the Alaya Vijinana System, the Schwalbe Graze's pilot stood little chance in the ensuing melee. Before too long, Fox had the Gjallarhorn mobile suit tangled up in the anchor claw's line, the Hugo's foot mounted claws further pinning his target in place. Leaning in, Fox pressed the barrel of his machine gun against the Schwalbe's vulnerable inner frame through a gap in it's armor. "If you'd like to live, I suggest surrender." The young man advised in his usual emotionless tenor, having activated an open comms channel.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Freedom of Devils

Once they were in open space, Fox said little, having cleared the launch catapult with little fanfare. Now that they had their target in sight and an impromptu battleplan, there was reason for words, if only a few. "Acknowledged. Familiar Five, breaking formation to flank." Came the young man's reply to Martyn's impromptu orders. Accelerating towards their target, Fox leveled the Hugo's 110mm machine gun at the Schwalbe Graze and fired off a couple of short bursts. At this range, the 110m did little more than scatter a couple of dents across the Schwalbe's armor, most of the rounds impacting around their target given the weapon's shorter barrel. Firing another burst as he closed, the wiry pilot considered that to be enough of a distraction and changed tact.

The Hugo smoothly twisted and fired off an anchor claw, connecting with a particularly large piece of debris. Killing his thrusters and locking the claw's line, the much larger mass of the wrecked spaceship abruptly changed the Hugo's direction, swinging the mobile suit in an arc directly towards the debris field proper. "Fox, I swear to god, if you fucking pull another one of your god-damned bloody fucking stunts, I'm going to!-" The Boson roared into the comms. Fox didn't hear the rest of the man's tirade as he disappeared into The Shoals, loosing LCS as he often did when fighting here. He let out soft sigh of relief at the silence, happy to work in peace.

Having pulled back the claw not a moment too soon, the quiet teen spun and twisted the Hugo like a marionette, weaving the nimble mobile suit through the wreckage at anything but safe speeds. With any and all instruments effectively useless here, Fox flew by spatial memory alone. He narrowly juked and dodged around jagged bits of shrapnel, only peripherally aware that a single misstep here would likely be fatal. After a minute or so of seat of the pants flying, Fox settled onto a large piece of ruined ship hull looking "down" on the unfolding battle below. With LCS restored, he spoke up when he heard the comms crackle back to life. "Familiar Five in position."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Maritza Verenna

The morning after, Maritza had found herself in the training courtyard, quarterstaff in hand. At some point since the battle in the crypt the royal armory had seen fit to have the naga's staff returned to her. In spite of her newfound axe being a far more powerful weapon, it felt good to return to her roots. Drawing a large circle on the dusty ground around her with the tip of her staff, Mari settled into a ready position at the center and began.

With slow, deliberate sweeping motions the naga started to spin the staff in figure eights. Switching from hand to hand as it spun, the flanged mace heads on either end of the quarterstaff began to whistle through the air as her movements picked up speed. Below, Maritza's hips and tail moved in counterbalance to the staff; a swaying, shifting mass of olive green scales.

Snapping back into a ready position without warning, she launched into her exercises proper. Tight rapid jabs lashed out in tight clusters before whirling around to parry or snap sweeping blows against would-be opponents. Nor was the rest of her body idle either. Mari's serpentine half twisted and writhed to avoid invisible attacks, her tail occasionally lashing out to trip up a nonexistent enemy.