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Juuust collab'in. Shouldn't take much longer if I pull myself away from my games ._.
Yuki simply nodded at the swordswoman's words, as if in agreement with everything - nodding especially faster when she mentioned getting some place warm. She pointed at the dead Thalmor agent at her feet when Serena began to check the bodies for the key, without looking down at the halved corpse herself. The enchanted slave collar restricted the use of magicka directly, but the amulet could also be considered a physical link, allowing her to use its power without any interference. Still, the thing had to come off. The metallic collar was frozen, heavy and too jagged to be humane. But then, Thalmor didn't necessarily care about treating humans like real people, did they?
"Thank you, Miss," Yuki gratefully told her saviour. The girl's Tamrielic accent was flawless to say she must be from elsewhere in the world.
"Thank you, Miss," Yuki gratefully told her saviour. The girl's Tamrielic accent was flawless to say she must be from elsewhere in the world.
...But if you want us to go continue or whatever...
*checks date of last IC post*
HAH. This may live yet, though! xD
*checks date of last IC post*
HAH. This may live yet, though! xD
Sure thing. We'll set the sky on fire~
Guess I just added to Jedi Squad's troubles...
"Belona just turned into a frakkin' battleground..." was all Anya could think to say, as if to point out to herself that, yes, this just got real! Now she felt guilty for slacking off! The comm channels started being flooded with Imperial commands and requests for reinforcements, and the odd insubordinate yelling for direction as to what exactly was going on. From the sky, it was clear to see what the TIEs objective was.
"Squadron, form echelon. We're going to make an aerial sweep and hunt down the enemy fighters - leave the ground issues to the Stormtroopers, they are more than capable..." The flight leader spoke clearly over the net, the renewed zeal and readiness for battle filling his voice. By his command, the squadron made a staggered line as they entered combat airspace. A minute ago they were returning here to call their patrolling a day. And now, they were likely not to land ever again. Among the enemy air units were Y-Wings, tearing up Imperial positions with their considerable firepower. If those cannons managed to make contact with a TIE, the fragile fighter would be a fireball in no time at all. "Focus on the fighters - we'll hit the bombers when air superiority has been successfully regained. Break and engage at will!"
Anya raised an eyebrow inside her helmet at this order. It didn't take a keen eye to see that the defences were being torn apart, regardless of the casualties the enemy suffered. If those Y-Wings didn't go down, things were going to be very nasty for the ground units. One static-filled call for air support came through after a Y-Wing strafed a street, and the blasterfire down there was insane. If there was an Imperial unit in need of saving, that was them... Locking onto the comm source might have worked too, but Anya was already setting up her run.
"BS-214, the troopers can handle anything these scum throw at them. Get back on interception, Ensign Shade. Now."
Anya's TIE was just standard. No heavy cannons, bombs or anything - but she was a damned good shot behind those controls. One clean strafe might be enough cover for Imperial forces to displace. Or, if they felt like it they could hunker down, fight like mad and die for the Empire. Everyone here was expendable after all... She cut communications to and from the squadron and concentrated on her run, sighting up where the rebels had gathered in small pockets... "TY-375, acknowledged. Keep your heads down. Decided to stick my neck out for ya' - commencing strafing run now."
Large bolts of green rained down across the street, slamming into the surface in the rebel ranks in the hopes to suppress them at the very least. Anya would have to be pretty dead-on to cause any significant damage, and with the amount of fire being thrown around there wasn't a lot of time to concentrate. Not to mention, an enemy air unit could've spent that whole strafe lining up a perfect shot! After the run was finished and Anya had no space left, she jolted the steering controls back towards her, making the unremarkable TIE Fighter fly up and away from a straight flight path that left it exposed.
"214, focus!" The flight lead barked as soon as the communications came online again. Either he was very angry, or he meant that Anya was being tailed now. Or, perhaps it was both.
"Squadron, form echelon. We're going to make an aerial sweep and hunt down the enemy fighters - leave the ground issues to the Stormtroopers, they are more than capable..." The flight leader spoke clearly over the net, the renewed zeal and readiness for battle filling his voice. By his command, the squadron made a staggered line as they entered combat airspace. A minute ago they were returning here to call their patrolling a day. And now, they were likely not to land ever again. Among the enemy air units were Y-Wings, tearing up Imperial positions with their considerable firepower. If those cannons managed to make contact with a TIE, the fragile fighter would be a fireball in no time at all. "Focus on the fighters - we'll hit the bombers when air superiority has been successfully regained. Break and engage at will!"
Anya raised an eyebrow inside her helmet at this order. It didn't take a keen eye to see that the defences were being torn apart, regardless of the casualties the enemy suffered. If those Y-Wings didn't go down, things were going to be very nasty for the ground units. One static-filled call for air support came through after a Y-Wing strafed a street, and the blasterfire down there was insane. If there was an Imperial unit in need of saving, that was them... Locking onto the comm source might have worked too, but Anya was already setting up her run.
"BS-214, the troopers can handle anything these scum throw at them. Get back on interception, Ensign Shade. Now."
Anya's TIE was just standard. No heavy cannons, bombs or anything - but she was a damned good shot behind those controls. One clean strafe might be enough cover for Imperial forces to displace. Or, if they felt like it they could hunker down, fight like mad and die for the Empire. Everyone here was expendable after all... She cut communications to and from the squadron and concentrated on her run, sighting up where the rebels had gathered in small pockets... "TY-375, acknowledged. Keep your heads down. Decided to stick my neck out for ya' - commencing strafing run now."
Large bolts of green rained down across the street, slamming into the surface in the rebel ranks in the hopes to suppress them at the very least. Anya would have to be pretty dead-on to cause any significant damage, and with the amount of fire being thrown around there wasn't a lot of time to concentrate. Not to mention, an enemy air unit could've spent that whole strafe lining up a perfect shot! After the run was finished and Anya had no space left, she jolted the steering controls back towards her, making the unremarkable TIE Fighter fly up and away from a straight flight path that left it exposed.
"214, focus!" The flight lead barked as soon as the communications came online again. Either he was very angry, or he meant that Anya was being tailed now. Or, perhaps it was both.
Dogfighting collabs sound like an awesome idea...
I'll bring ze TIE Squadron in for support roles in muh next post. Being.. tomorrow at some point. My eyes hurt, I needs to close them for a while. xD
Oh wow, someone else was actually interested in this o_o
Go ahead and make a character if you feel like it, Roze.
Go ahead and make a character if you feel like it, Roze.
"Try not killing me with 'em? All I'll say is, when gravity is a thing, you're our ace if you like using the Sword Silhouette. As far as our mock here goes, I think you swing them from a safe distance so the tech-heads can record if it would end up a real hit or not depending on where I am and how I try to avoid it. Fun fact: I'm starting now," Lucia explained before she suddenly unleashed both the beam cannons at Akira's Impulse trying to ever-so-cheekily catch him off guard. The bright blue holo-beams were going straight for his mobile suit's head and chest. She expected that would be enough to finish Round 1, plain and simple.
Kenneth meanwhile was getting ready to launch in his Murasame as the rest of the CSC pilots, save for Cronic, geared up and climbed in their own mobile suits. Whatever the Newtypes could feel, it couldn't be good if they were moving the ship. Why did there have to be trouble on Prosperity of all the ships in the expeditionary fleet? If something threatened the civilian ship there would have to be a massive evacuation.
"Boss, we're ready on the launch catapults. Do we launch or hold off for now? I don't think the Alliance or ZAFT forces will like us deploying MS without a good, solid reason." Ken said over comms as he fixed his helmet on and closed the visor. "...But if I were to throw my own opinion on this: you can probably sense just how good or bad this is, right? Shouldn't matter what we do or why if this is too important to ignore."
Izumi and Zerenis ran through the dimly-lit industrial sector until Izzy stopped at an abandoned warehouse. The windows were smashed, the doors were forced open but someone tried to close them again. She didn't realise that at this point she was clutching the handgun tightly. That unsettling feeling was so close now - it was right inside! It wasn't really an emotional thing, just.. danger. But she'd felt it before, right before the Saviour was destroyed. Remaining absolutely silent, Izumi stacked up on one side of the slight opening in the massive doors, nodding at the other side for Zerenis to set up as well. Of course, Izzy could only use one arm - she left the countdown 'til breaching to the team leader.
There were mechanical sounds coming from inside. Quiet, not exactly a factory's worth of works going on.
Kenneth meanwhile was getting ready to launch in his Murasame as the rest of the CSC pilots, save for Cronic, geared up and climbed in their own mobile suits. Whatever the Newtypes could feel, it couldn't be good if they were moving the ship. Why did there have to be trouble on Prosperity of all the ships in the expeditionary fleet? If something threatened the civilian ship there would have to be a massive evacuation.
"Boss, we're ready on the launch catapults. Do we launch or hold off for now? I don't think the Alliance or ZAFT forces will like us deploying MS without a good, solid reason." Ken said over comms as he fixed his helmet on and closed the visor. "...But if I were to throw my own opinion on this: you can probably sense just how good or bad this is, right? Shouldn't matter what we do or why if this is too important to ignore."
Izumi and Zerenis ran through the dimly-lit industrial sector until Izzy stopped at an abandoned warehouse. The windows were smashed, the doors were forced open but someone tried to close them again. She didn't realise that at this point she was clutching the handgun tightly. That unsettling feeling was so close now - it was right inside! It wasn't really an emotional thing, just.. danger. But she'd felt it before, right before the Saviour was destroyed. Remaining absolutely silent, Izumi stacked up on one side of the slight opening in the massive doors, nodding at the other side for Zerenis to set up as well. Of course, Izzy could only use one arm - she left the countdown 'til breaching to the team leader.
There were mechanical sounds coming from inside. Quiet, not exactly a factory's worth of works going on.
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