Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
It will be pretty useless if we are intending to all sneak in undetected and only fighting if we have to.
I, for some reason, just pictured Paladin and Ribasu (Because those are the heavy mechs I know of that are in this.) Trying to tip-toe behind everybody in a base. This image amuses me immensely.
There's more to a battle than just raw numbers and OOC info. Think, for a second. Zim has been with the crew for a longer time, garnering some trust and has had experience fighting Cruxi before. He can gauge what they're capable of and tailor his kit to that, something that red's character can't do without breaking character. And even if we do look at raw numbers, Zim's total (167%) is higher than red's total (141%).
Also, if Zim would have trouble with equipment, how would Krista feel? It's her first real battle with little experience and using foreign equipment, on an infiltration mission which is already harder than normal.
If we're talking about strategy, your argument doesn't hold up. Just be honest and say 'I want it, but if someone else wants it I don't want it' instead of flimsily trying to veil it behind strategy, because honestly Zim *is* the best choice for an assault pack, alongside Sigma.
Rule of fun, people. Overthinking things doesn't lead to anywhere, I think I proved this with firing off Atty's core at Rostosov's remains and creating a big, dumb explosion.
Right, but a line was drawn at 2. We were instructed to figure it out, so that's what we are doing. I have said from the beginning that strategic value trumps my individual desire. If two of our heavy hitters want to go heavier, than fine, that is the strategy. You two rain hellfire down and tank for us, and the rest of us will work on getting into the base.
After being dismissed from the meeting, Jason had gone to a place he had found him spending increasing amounts of time as of late; the framewerk hanger. He found a certain peace among the massive war machines, particularly with Ribasu. Not to mention, assisting in the maintenance of Ribasu provided a certain distraction from recent events. Something that he found much welcome given the current situation. In the time between training, Jason spent a majority of his time observing the others in his squad. Trying to get a feel for how they all interacted with each other. It was certainly a bit different than the relationship between Doom had been, and he'd have to get used to working with a new group all over again. The highlight of the past for days were the times spent in the simulators, as it gave Jason a good idea of what the others were capable of doing. Something he liked to keep in mind, as old habits from his previous position as squad leader definitely died hard.
Either way, the day came when they were to be sent back out to take the fight to the Cruxi. Standing in the back of the room, as he had when they originally met Elise, Jason listened carefully to what they were told. In the back of his mind, a flurry of possible scenarios for the upcoming fight flashed through his mind. Surely the Cruxi would've detected a signal coming from Elora. While he wasn't fond of the aliens, he definitely thought of them as more than competent enough to detect signals from inside their station. He had no doubt that this was going to be a trap, and they would be going headlong into the Cruxi. Not something that he envied so much.
Still, the boy remained silent in the back of the briefing room as others asked their questions, with Zim asking what had just been on Jason's mind. The response to Zim's question seemed a bit... lacking to Jason. But at the same time, he understood the need to recover their squadmate. One thing that did grab his attention, however, was the mention of the assault packs. With only two of them being approved for usage in the upcoming battle, he began thinking about the possible applications of such packs. Utilizing these could certainly prove useful in both grabbing the attention of the enemy, as well as lightening up the resistance. Although he was fairly confident that focus from the Cruxi would be on those employing the assault packs. Bigger threats and all that, it would make sense to try to eliminate the heavy hitters right out of the gates. With a small nod, Jason decided he would volunteer to use one of these packs. With the additional fire incoming, Ribasu's extra armor would likely prove useful in the upcoming fight.
Once the briefing was over, Jason made his way to Elise and gave the girl a quick salute. "Sergeant, Pilot Diabolus. I'd like to volunteer to use one of the assault packs. Ribasu's heavy armor should be able to hold out a bit longer against any additional incoming fire that those employing the packs might experience." He explained, before falling silent as he waited to hear her reply. He hoped she wouldn't take his explanation as an insult to her intelligence, the boy had simply figured that coming forward to volunteer with no reason would seem a bit irresponsible on his part.
@Ariamis Think I might roll energy ammo on the Gatling. As for the speed things, does each system I listed count as weapons? Sorry, trying to figure out where I stand on that speed scale xD
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>
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