GreenGoat

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Samantha Brisinggart

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Fear, regret, determination, and more emotions roiled within her. Was she crying or laughing? She did not know. All she felt was the warm trickle of tears as she laughed, just letting it all out in the cockpit. There was a huge bullet that just barely missed her cockpit, the thing flying so fast over her, she was sure it would have just crumpled everything with just its wake. Her chest hurts, with a growing knot in her stomach that wasn't just from the harness she was strapped with to keep from bumping everything with her insane maneuvers. She cannot really see anything, nor can she really see where they were shooting from, not without the more advanced targeting systems other mobile suits had. She was running everything by sheer instincts now.

The entire fleet in front of the docks seemed to be moving, so she pushed the radial lever harder, pulsing the verniers as the entire plane veered suddenly in a sharp turn, aiming to put the colony in front of the entire fleet as she approached it.

Everything hurts, she was getting second thoughts, but Sam has gone too far to return now. The docks was out of the question now, so the next best path of ingress would be through the colony walls, but where? Whatever it was, she was getting closer to the inner perimeter, those mobile suits lighting up as they too leveled their weapons.

Freya Schwartzschild

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"T..an here. Cannot engage. Target moving erratically, too far to reliably hit. Lancelot not equipped for long range. Target circling around to get the colony between it and the...tire fleet. Might b... a guided bomb."

Freya showed none of her emotions as she contemplated the situation. Tristan was using the old Whiskey rifle, and while they were a great shot, range and bullet travelling time was an issue at longer ranges. Considering they were mentioning something going at great speeds, it was likely that they could not lead it fast enough to get a proper shot on it. Lancelot, of course, was using the standard kit for the Axes, thus unreliable at the range this object seemed to be. Of all her team, Tristan was the most suited to long range engagements, thus if her team cannot shoot it down...

"This is Freya Schwartzschild."She opened a line to a certain battleship stationed outside. "Fa.. Sir Maximillian, please order a lockdown of this sector."

"Negative. We will be moving to intercept them. Your little group will be following as well. We cannot let the ceremony be interrupted."

She closed her eyes. It was as usual, a logical deduction. Just a single enemy, so the battleship with its entourage, and her own crew outside, should be enough to to intercept them. Plus whatever else the fleet commander will send to help. Perhaps she was getting too paranoid.

"Oh, and Freya. Come home every now and then. Your mother is worried about you."

That, was one thing she cannot do. She was very convinced her mother try to convince her to stop what she was doing. In fact she was very sure Mother would tie her up to her bed if that was what it took.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Samantha Brisinggart

The bottle crashed against the logo on the reconstructed machine, spraying alcohol everywhere. Sam wiped her mouth, a determined look on her face.

Now or never.

Those words echoed through her mind as she pulled her clothes together, zipping up her jumpsuit. The princesses had landed, and now the Swansong can finally fly. The old warbird shall fly again, after years of being derelict, to its final last brilliant spark.

It was easy enough to get it outside; no one cared what junkers do with their small shitty scrap ships after all. An easy matter for her to get out of her colony, and with it, her plane. Anchoring her ship in place outside the colony, she started up the Swansong, the engines rumbling, making the entire frame vibrate. There was no inertial dampener on the cockpit of course, old Earth tech didn't seem to be that advanced, or the long dead pilot of this plane had no use of it.

Inhaling, she pressed on the flight stick, and pushed a freshly installed radial lever on her side slowly along its axis, careful not to gun the engine too quickly. The Swansong responded in kind, moving forwards faster and faster. Sliding her fingers along the top of the flight stick, the verniers fired off one by one. Everything, even the old on board OS, was working. There was a slight flagging of the right side verniers, presumably because she choked the output somehow, the controls were stiff, but it was working, and she was flying it.

Faster, and faster, she pushed the vessel, until it hurted, and keeping her eyes focused took almost all her will to do. It was not just a reckless move however, it took her much much quicker to her destination, with Annona first being visible, then growing larger and larger in her view. Two shapes seemed to grow larger, before she passed them, like a howling comet, the first losing a hand and part of its torso from the sword that flashed out from the Swansong.

Tch, a miss, but no time to turn around, she needed to crash into the ceremony first, before they initiate lockdown. There was no way she was going to get through a colony blast doors with the Swansong after all. Sam had managed to speed past the outer perimeter before they were able to react in time, but there was still the entire armies worth of people parked at the docks. She didn't even need any zooming softwares or the likes; the large ships milling about in one side of the colony was proof enough.

Freya Schwartzschild

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As per their family's honors, she stood near the procession, far enough apart to not be lumped in with the parade, but close enough to be involved. They were here to guard the Royal family after all. Percival's Axe was saluting as well, though the person inside should be busy scanning for threats.

Freya sighed internally as the event commenced. Were it not for the fact this was her duty as well, she would've only put in a token gesture of her presence, before assigning her underlings to guard the princesses whilst she visited the local law enforcement to scan for corruption.

"...r, Tristan here, perimeter breach. Th...s an unknown drone flying towards the co...ny. Perimeter says they couldn't get a g... look at it, but it seems to be an unmanned plane with how fast it was. Just the one."

Her commlink flared to life in her ears, accentuated by static crackling. "Understood, Tristran. Shoot them down before they disrupt the ceremony. Get Lancelot to accompany you."

How foolish, it was, to send just one drone after this ceremony. It was unfathomable for anyone to just send one drone to fight. Unless it wasn't a drone, but some sort of bomb or super weapon. No matter how she spun it, she just couldn't believe that it would just be one solo drone. No one was that stupid, not even the pirates she hunted. Something was very wrong here.

"Percival. On guard. We might have trouble."

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Samantha Brisinggart

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Another bottle, gulped straight down as she kept up with the news broadcast, voiced by a chipper sounding woman. The Venue was coming closer, that meant they should be disembarking soon. Sam did not feel inebriated or dizzy at all. Instead there was a fire in her guts, a burning feeling coursing through her blood as she directed her feelings towards the royal family soon to be getting off the ship.

With a few last checks, she climbed into the cockpit, as the canopy slid forwards and sealed the interior off. Making herself comfortable, she ignited the engine, the machine coming to life with a few sputtering roar of its engine. There was still the uncertainty that it would fly at all, but Sam was running out of time. It was now or never. She may not get very far, or get anywhere at all; she might very well explode right here and now the moment she tried getting it to move, but if she wasted this chance she might never get another one in her lifetime.

Just one word from the newscaster, just one uttered phrase, and she'd gun the engine immediately.

A single word that says the royals have landed, and she would bring down steel upon them.

Freya Schwartzschild

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Percival was already waiting in his mobile suit, far apart enough from the main route to not be in the way, yet close enough to be part of the welcoming party for the royal princesses. A sign that the Schwartzschild family was here to keep them safe. Perhaps it held other meanings for those lawless scums out there as well. Lancelot and Tristan were still outside with her vessel, if for some reason the pirates gathered in a large fleet or the sorts.

As for her own mobile suit, she had the engineers bring it to the inside hangars on standby, close enough for her to respond to threats inside or outside the colony equally, if not immediately. It would be gauche for her to greet any member of the royal family in this sort of venue while inside a mobile suit after all.

Taking in a deep breath, she carefully looked over her uniform, making sure everything was clean and spotless before everything started.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Freya Schwartzschild

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The black cruiser moved slowly closer to the outside docks, its lights blinking as it first made contact, then finally anchored itself to the docking points. The runway extended slowly, allowing Freya to contemplate her decisions as she waited for it to come close enough to grab in the low g environment.

The all black light cruiser, save for the bands of red color shaped into a cross on it, carried four near identical mobile suits, the "Schwartzschild pattern" Tommy as official designations called it, and variations of Axe Tommy for most who saw them. Her own small strike team, mobile and fast to catch pesky criminals.

The engineers on the extending runway gave their own awkward version of a salute as they got close enough for her to see her reflections on their helmets. She felt ridiculous donning the her peaked hat on her own collapsible helmet, but her bodysuit doubled as a space suit, and she had no intention of donning a dedicated pilotsuit, just to undress and rewear her uniform once inside the colony for the event.

"Good day, maam." One of the engineer's slightly crackling voice came from the voice box on his suit. "Welcome to the colony. Should we dock your ship in the hangars."

"No need." She waved him off. "We will just be here for a brief while. Sir Percival, my squire, will be coming in with a mobile suit, one of the Axe. You will know him by my sigil. Open a hatch for him when he comes."

Percival will be in her mobile suit, while the other two of her Whirlwind Knights stayed outside. It would be dumb for pirates to attack now. Practically a death sentence with all these military presence around.

"Fu...fu hu hu..."

A small smile stretched across her face as she floated slowly on the runway, using the rails to push herself towards the airlock. Behind her one of the mobile suits detached from her ship's clamps, its verniers firing in short bursts to stabilize itself, before slowly moving towards one of the entry hatches.

Normally that would be true, no pirate would even dare come close. But with such a large prize such as the royal family in this entire ensemble, she might catch more than just a few measly pirates in the mess. Or no one would come and she will be bored here until her father deemed she has shown up enough.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

ZIMS-02R Tommy Commander "Schwartzschild Pattern"

2nd Generation Commander Use Mobile Suit

Limited production||Schwartzschild family and select trusted allies.

Unit Appearance

It has a smoother, more rounded appearance, designed to mimic older armor, as well as a more ornate feeling to the entire armor casing. On the back lies halves of a shield mounted on armored armatures. The blue tinted glass in the visor has been replaced with a red sensor bar, plus an additional one on top. Two spikes and a fin on top of the head holds the communications array.

Technical Details

Accommodation: Single seater cockpit, just enough room for one plus space behind holding a bug out bag for survival situations. Even more cramped than the usual Tommy due to the screens being taken out in favour of a visor, or a plug linking to compatible helmets

Dimensions: 18m

Powerplant: Medium-output Wilberforce Reactor

Equipment and Design Features:
As a simple pattern or variant of the Tommy, it naturally shares many of the Tommy and the Tommy Commander features. However, it also strips a few unneeded systems from them like the hardpoints and compatibility with the Albatross system, as well the screens from inside the cockpit.

Compound Plasteel/Liten Armor
The highlight of the design, a thin layer of plasteel and verogel over liten plate, thicker plasteel, then liten plate again. An expensive method to make armor, but the durability was such that it could withstand a staggering amount of abuse as well as literally make athmospheric reentry possible if needed, though not practical. Using more lightweight metals also meant the mobile suit was lighter overall.

Modified Thrusters
While it remained the same as the Tommy Commander's thrusters, it has been modified to fit two halves of a shield, both having additional thrusters in the inside, allowing for a higher top speeds than the base model. However, the shield's thrusters can only be fired in bursts, and only while the shield was undocked and on the ms's hands.

Reinforced frame
Utilizing the same frame as the Tommy commander, it has been upgraded to feature more power in the joints, to facilitate movement and dexterity in it's limbs.

Weapons and Combat Capabilities

Handheld Armaments

Any weapon the Tommy can use, it can also use, though there are weapons that are requisitioned by the family itself.

Maxwell's Maschinenpistole "Custom"
Fire 200mm gyrojets loaded from a 50 bullet box magazine. Only barrel assembly is plasteel. The short barreled machinepistol was otherwise lightweight compound materials. Designed by a crazy uncle who decided gyrojets should both be explosive and fired rapidly. Considering gyrojets were bullets with propellant inside, these were prone to explode now that theres actual explosives in front of it, and the electric feeding system may jam with another bullet still in the chamber. However, the entire weapon is very very lightweight, with the bullets making up the bulk of the weight.

While it works however, its a terrifying weapon, blasting any unarmored targets apart, with even heavier armor suffering from the weight of the bullet and the subsequent explosion, which if it doesn't get through the armor, fouls up joints, exposed parts etc.

Freya's particular model had a small chain at the grip holding a small metal bear, hence the custom part of the name.

Needler Maschinenpistole 1
One of the first few models designed for the Archduke of New Berlin's orders and another option for the MS to carry. There were a few other models designed, but this one was named number 1 at the Archduke's request. Rapid fires 50mm bullets with high powder loads leading to a larger casing overall. Small pistol design, with low recoil, higher penetration and low accuracy at range as well as lesser power overall at very long range. A single bullet penetration probably won't stop an ms, unless it hits a vital part like the pilot, but sheer volume of fire will shred targets apart.

Fixed Armaments

The deployable truncheon as well as the system for it and the grenade system has both been removed.

•30mm Vulcan x2:
Built into the head of the ms are a pair of multi-barreled vulcan guns, capable of firing 30mm rounds in deafening sprays. Though not effective against mobile suit armor they can be used to shoot down incoming projectiles or for shredding smaller more lightly armored targets.

•Plasteel Shield.
Two halves of a plasteel shield rests on the back, protecting the back until deployed into a proper shield. Has verniers on the back to accomodate a charge. Front is painted with their house colors, the red cross on black field.

Battlaxe x 2
Liten hand axe that will crush armor just as well as it will cut it. Stored on the hips.

Strengths and Weaknesses

This is not a mobile suit for an average or normal pilot. While the visor or helmet feed system gives more spatial awareness, the downside was that the pilot then has to operate their controls effectively blind. Utilizing the onboard OS or accessing the diagnostics becomes problematic considering one has to look out of the visor to do so. One has to be intimately familiar with their controls, and what every button does and where every control was located to even begin piloting it. A few systems was removed as well to streamline the armor manufacturing process, such as the albatross system, the cockpit being made smaller, and the inbuilt truncheon weapon.

Once one gets past those, one finds it an improved version of the Tommy Commander, with better armor due to replacing heavy materials with lighter ones as well as reducing weight by removing a few parts, though one could also say it lacked features the original had as well as their versatility. With a better top speed during the bursts of the thrusters, it was still prone to overheating when abused, as well as still having most of the drawbacks from the base Tommy. All in all, it was not a significantly huge upgrade from the base Commander model, but performs quite well in what it was designed to do.

Technical History

When the pirates first attacked, the first of Freya's bloodline piloted the first mobile suits. Unsatisfied with the armor, her father took to jerry rigging their MSes with armored plates. The second generation MSes were still little better in her father's opinion, and many a family reunion had him grumbling about the paper thin armor, and inadequate weapons. Her mother was not amused, and after an extended time of this threw her hat at him and told him to just "make one your damned self".

Like a bolt of lightning, or hat, the idea struck him finally, and he went out to requisition a request, and with her uncle Maxwell, designed a suitable replacement, or pattern to the commander type Tommy. And with that the "Schwartzschild Pattern" was born, though many would just call it the axe Tommy or Tommy wings or whatever variant they had on the two most distinctive features it has.

Her uncle however, had the dubious idea of making guns that fires exploding bullets but faster and better than the rocket launchers or recoilless rifles. The result was the machine pistol firing explosive gyrojets, which was prone to errors and exploding itself, had enough merits for her father to try and adopt it.

Both combined, formed their now iconic look as the Schwartzschild family's mobile suits, with their distinct outline and performance at close quarter battles.

Freya Schwartzschild

Scion of the Archduke of New Berlin

28║Empire║Martian║Female

Physical Appearance

Tall at around 182cm or around 6', with a statuesque form and built, she was never seen without the traditional military garb her family have adopted outside of her home or really casual settings. With the peaked hat, military saber, and a standard pistol by her side, her golden hair and form is unmistakable for those who knew her. She carried an air of dignity when she walks, backs straight and striding with a purpose.

Personality Traits:

Merciless
Unwavering
Traditionalist
Favours rules
Straightlaced
Romantic
Sadist
Warlike
Logical

Biography:

Her family was security during the mass exodus, and they had been security for long after that, sallying in conflicts that would threathen the empire. Her grandfather and father was among those who commanded the fleets to combat the pirates, and they had flew against them even with the odds stacked against them with their bulky and slow ships, buying time for the researchers to make a mobile suit to combat the pirates. They considered themselves true Martians, loyal to the Empire, and fought against those that would destabilize it.

Her first debut in public eye, after being homeschooled in private, was in a military school, giving a speech during an election for the school president.

"All Humans are pigs! Base animals, looking only to sate their desires! Born evil at their core!"

She had held her hand up in a sweeping gesture. Man made rules to keep their desires in check, therefore she will make rules to keep the people in the school in check, and in turn uplift them from being lawless animals. It was a simple concept for her that she tried to convey in her speech, but not one most of these easy going noble sons and daughters appreciated. A more timid looking girl was voted as president instead, with Freya receiving few votes. It was clear the timid girl didn't have it in her to keep the rules, and so the higher ups discretely pushed her to get Freya as the vice president, who took to enforcing them immediately.

It was a valuable lesson for Freya. People didn't like rules, yet lamented when the rules were abandoned. The lawkeepers were often hated, resented without reason, thus then must they steel their resolve, and keep the law regardless of public opinion. Justice will be upheld, and those who break the laws were lower than low.

Her path turned, inevitably, towards her family's roots, security for the Empire. Her family had long been the ones to keep the laws of the Empire, making sure no one, nobles, commoners, or outlaws, are beyond the reach of law. In theory that was, at least for those of noble blood. Her father had lamented all the politicking and subtle maneuvers in the background that was going on, though their position ensured most did not escape. Freya however, turned towards simpler problems that seemed as numerous as ever; pirates, criminals who fashion themselves freedom fighters, radical people who put poison in the populace's mind. Like a few members of her family did, she gathered a few men under her, acquired a light cruiser, and rushed out to fight pirates before her family even noticed she had everything painted in the red on black of their family.

She dealt with any lawlessness she found, not just piracy, but any rule breakers in her path. While that was rare considering she travelled most of the time relieving citizens from outlaws preying on their ships, it was not unheard of for her to capture petty thiefs and break their arms, or try to solve any other sort of crimes she find while walking around.

When Freya got word the royal family was moving towards Venus, she was naturally inclined to go there as well. It was certainly not influenced a little by a recent message from her father saying she needed to be there or she won't get her usual shipment of snacks, enforced on all stations. No, it was definitely all her sense of duty, and moral obligations to defend the Royal Family, even if her father was already there stationed in his battleship.

Skills and Abilities

Refined Human:
A matter of course. She was amongst the bluest of blood, thus it was not unthinkable for her to manifest such abilities. Heightened mental and physical abilites when it activates.

Military Training:
She was trained in all the usual military skills, tactics, maneuvers as well as more classical military training like CQC, CQB, handling swords and guns etc by the hands of her own grandfather. She was a good all around soldier, but it was not her main strength.

Eye for Command:
Men under her, men who follow her command, tends to perform better under her. The Whirlwind Knights under her command was proof of this, though they were veterans of many battles so it was in parts some of their own skills as well. She has no eye for grand strategy however; a small platoon is the best she can command.

Personal Items and Equipment

Schwartzschild Uniform
A comissioned military uniform, including peak hat and gloves, bearing the red on black colors of their family. The highlight of this uniform was the golden braid and the golden lionhead epaulette. Aramid thread interwoven with plasteel threads to improve durability and to lessen the need to iron it out every day. Helps that it provides a degree of protection against harm.

Carried arms:
A simple steel sword, and a pistol. The steel sword was unusual due to the novel material, but otherwise both were unremarkable.

ES Bodysuit:
The Emergency Space Bodysuit, woven from aramids and plasteel threads to keep it light and sturdy for space, layered with verogel inside the lining. Features an automatic collapsible verogel coated plasteel helmet resting on the back and shoulders when not in use, and two small 9' long canisters on her belt, to provide air for up to 4 hours, as well as allowing her to move in zero gravity. Has an emergency beacon and transmitter in the helm.

The entire ensemble was wearable underneath her clothings and comfortable enough to be worn for long periods, and was comissioned by her due to her realizing pirate attacks do not care if you were ready with your pilot suit or not. While it has a design flaw that the oxygen tanks were both used for breathing and powering the small thrusters built into the tank containment system, it was also meant for emergencies only, thus it was written off as an acceptable flaw, though they did install points for larger tanks should there be any reason to attach larger oxygen tanks to it.

Strengths and Weaknesses

A strong individual, she has trouble connecting with other people. Her attitude, upbringing, and behaviour all tends to shove people away from her exerbating her problem even more. She can command them, kill them in various ways, but she cannot understand them, not when she's unable to close the distance between her and them. Logical to a degree, she has no qualms in sacrificing a few men if it meant winning the war for the good of all.

As a pilot, her abilities are all good. While not lacking in many departments, she also wasn't exceptional in any field, with many pilots considered as more skilled than her. A normal pilot who excelled in one particular field would be able to beat her in that field consistently. Thus, her most exceptional trait when it came to battle was her eye for details, her calculating logical mind, and adaptation.

As a commander of a small squad, however, she was likely to rip apart opposition that didn't outgun, outnumber, or outmatch them significantly in any way.

Chosen Mobile Weapon

ZIMS-02R Tommy Commander "Schwartzschild Pattern"

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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Her eyes widened as she saw it was truly who they said it was. Ettamri had clashed with him before, in the retaking of the very fort they were marching to resupply. He was a formidable opponent, nimble, strong and quick thinking. Not the sort of opponent she would want to fight when every single one of the party was exhausted from the long march. Not a fight she wanted to take considering the rest of her party member as well, or considering the state the champion was in. To attack him while he was unarmed and after he offered peace was a cowardly act she will not accept. Even if she was cursed to become the foulest, most evil creature known, her pride will never waver.

"Ah... I see. The Champion from long ago. I had thought myself strong, but that clash with you proved I was woefully wrong."

She wanted to go into the bath right now. Katya was already happily swimming in it. A warm bath, hell, even a regular bath was a luxury that did not come often to her. A thirsty man waist deep in cool water, yet unable to drink due to the shackles tying him up. In this case, her shackles was her curse. A demon, one with vibrant crimson skin would be killed immediately. And considering how her companions reacted to an orc in the bath, she was likely to be killed or attacked if they even caught one whiff of her curse.

"Katya, I'm going to see the rest of the group first. I'll take that bath later."

Oddly enough, the red waif that plagued her had no words about the orc, as if agreeing that leaving him alone for now would be the best course.

It was easy enough once she got back to the rest of the party a distance away; tell them in no uncertain terms the orc was not to be harmed as long as he showed no interest in harming them, and that they could indulge in the hot springs if they wanted to, now that the orc seemed willing to let them be.

Ettamri would have to wait when everyone else was done bathing. In the meantime, she would assemble a pile of rocks to act as a wall for her, with a larger boulders in the inside until it reaches to her shoulders when sitting, with an incline on the outside part made of piling smaller rocks. Not exactly a back breaking task, with just the gathering of the rocks to be concerned about, then slapping on snow on the outside part. On the inside part, meant to be facing the fire, she laid down her cloaks she used for the last camp.

"Hmm. Alright good work on the camp, someone get the fire going. Use the firewood from inside the wagon as well as any more wood you can find. And uh.. You, Argen was it? Better get the food going after the fire starts. I'm going to look around the area some more."

While she mentioned she was going to look around some more, what she was doing was simply killing time now, awaiting for her turn in the hot spring.

Fate/Concept RP

*slides in*

YES HELLO I AM GOAT I WANT A SABER

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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"Nay, tis but a traveller's caution. One cannot be too sure of safety out here." Relaxing her pose, Ettamri gave a small nod to the figure. "Apologies for disturbing you, pilgrim. We have just come from an ambush by large apes and we are not in the best of moods."

That was that then. No brute orc ready to spring out and club them in their sleep. Just another pilgrim who managed to get to the springs. Perhaps a powerful one, or just one that wasn't a juicy target. A single person wasn't worth the trouble if they weren't rich after all. From her experience, it was never worth it to pry into another one's business if one did not have a significant investment in it. Considering how exhausted the party was, she deemed it wasn't worth it to start up a fight either.

Signalling the all clear to the rest and to set up camp a bit aways, she moved closer, more to inspect the spring than the traveller in it. Will this really have some sort of healing property?

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Ettamri Belarence

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The shield... well, the shield looks battered enough to support her theory. Orcs were strong after all, and she was surprised the paladin's arms was still attached to his body considering the force it would take to warp a metal shield like that. Taking whatever they could, they continued on their travels.

She was tired, apprehensive, and not more than a little paranoid about ambushes as the caravan moved forwards. The backbreaking pace she set was taking its toll on her too, but it was all for the best. Reaching the spring now would mean they get to have a much better rest, in a hopefully much warmer area. Considering the terrain, she could probably move a few rocks to make a nice barrier against wind as well. It was all taking a toll on her mind, not helped by the capering red demon whispering sweet words in her ears, nor the stress of a rigid march. The mask, once again, was a great boon to her, betraying none of her current emotions.

The strange smell of the spring came to her first, as well as the splash in the spring. Was it an enemy? There was no sign of an attack, but still, she could not be sure.

Tired as she was, exhausted as she was, Ettamri still strode forwards first, hefting the metal club around her shoulders, trying to see what it was.

"Who goes there?" She challenged, attempting to see if it was sentient or not.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

Samantha Brisinggart

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She jerked awake, the bottles around her clanking softly from the sudden movements. Again, she had passed out in the night, working on the system for the Swansong. God knows it wasn't perfect, and to blow up before she did anything wasn't what she wanted. Another one morning waiting for the perfect time to bring it out.

Sam rooted around in the workshop's cooler, pulling out another bottle of alcohol.

For someone who had already resigned herself to death, she seemed remarkably cheerful as she worked on the plane. There was no doubt in her mind that her father had long since died, considering what she had heard of what happened to criminals, and especially criminals thought to be in league with pirates. Now that her workshop had been associated with pirates as well, there was likely to be much much less people going to her, fearing that they too be accused of piracy or fraternizing with pirates. Her life, as it was, was essentially over. And when someone has nothing to lose...

Sighing, she polished off the bottle, before looking for another one. Unfortunately, only the cans of soda remain. It used to be those were the only things her father and her would drink at work. He had this horrid obsession with the orange soda, which in her opinion tastes horribly of fake.

Hours later, and with several cans of soda gone, she finally decided to get a bite to eat, taking a light shower to wash off most of the smell clinging to her.

The Venue was coming, and with it, her chance to humiliate those uppity Martians. She would never forgive herself if she passed out from hunger and miss her chance.