@Plank Sinatra The Hashmal is so damn cool, man. Like, it reminds me of the Quebeley with its big ass wings, honestly. I'm gonna buy the gunpla kit when I get my paycheck.
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@Crimmy Yeah, the pacing was kind of weird. I'm really just watching to see more of the designs they come out with. I'm a fan of most of them so far.
@Plank Sinatra Dude, I totally forgot about Ein. I haven't caught up on IBO S2 yet. Its whatever, random bad guys are random anyway, I can just throw together some other shmuck later.
Capt. Quincy Talcner
Quincy leaned back in his chair, fist raised to his mouth. Reports were still coming in from his officers, although nothing stuck out. They still didn't know where the enemies' base of operations were, and the scanners were picking up nothing besides space debris. Dammit! Where are they? The captain watched from the view of the bridge, beams flying every direction, lights zipping around the emptiness of space as each piece of machinery dashed about, locked in combat. His eyes were skimming across the battlefield, imagining it from a top down perspective. This was much different than commanding from the ground- there was so much less information given to him from satellites when he was the one in space.
As he looked, a glint caught his eye. "Hey, Waters."
"Sir?"
"Zoom in on the edge of that bigger piece of debris over there, starboard side."
"Aye," the junior officer said, manipulating one of the monitors on the bridge to refocus. There! A dark purple piece of metal was peering out past the corner of a destroyed satellite. The curved piece of metal matched up to the hull of a Musai-Class vessel- the beak-like tip nose of the ship was hard to mistake. "Found you," Quincy muttered, eyes narrowing. "Hernandez, Long! Take aim at that satellite debris, Let's try to scare away these bastards." Quincy flipped his radio on to his pilots.
"Listen up, we've spotted their vessel. It's a Musai-class cruiser, and it's hiding behind that piece of debris to our starboard side. I'll have someone send you data on their location. Dumuzi, cover Luna, and stay safe."
Lieut. Roman Nocte
From the cockpit of his Zaku Cannon, with sensors, his radio, and warning lights screaming at him alike, Lieutenant Roman Nocte's palms were getting sweaty. This wasn't even his suit, dammit! He slammed the control sticks forward, the machine nosediving as a powerful beam flew over his head. As he flipped upside down, his targeting sensors laid their electronic eyes on his aggressor- it looked like a Guncannon, maybe? It was lacking a second cannon, though. On it's opposite shoulder, it looked like it had a sensor assembly attached. A custom job, more than likely, that just made it very similar to the machine he was using. Shit, that was close.
The young pilot winced as another explosion shook the suit- another Zaku had just gotten shot down- they were dropping like flies. That unknown suit was taking on both Rick Doms the crew had, and it looked like a small craft was facing off with the Sarge. Fairfax had just now started engaging the Feddies, whipping out his beam rifle and taking a few pot shots at the incoming GM. As the his own target lock engaged, Roman pulled the trigger, firing his own cannon right back at the bastard who had nearly killed him.
Quincy leaned back in his chair, fist raised to his mouth. Reports were still coming in from his officers, although nothing stuck out. They still didn't know where the enemies' base of operations were, and the scanners were picking up nothing besides space debris. Dammit! Where are they? The captain watched from the view of the bridge, beams flying every direction, lights zipping around the emptiness of space as each piece of machinery dashed about, locked in combat. His eyes were skimming across the battlefield, imagining it from a top down perspective. This was much different than commanding from the ground- there was so much less information given to him from satellites when he was the one in space.
As he looked, a glint caught his eye. "Hey, Waters."
"Sir?"
"Zoom in on the edge of that bigger piece of debris over there, starboard side."
"Aye," the junior officer said, manipulating one of the monitors on the bridge to refocus. There! A dark purple piece of metal was peering out past the corner of a destroyed satellite. The curved piece of metal matched up to the hull of a Musai-Class vessel- the beak-like tip nose of the ship was hard to mistake. "Found you," Quincy muttered, eyes narrowing. "Hernandez, Long! Take aim at that satellite debris, Let's try to scare away these bastards." Quincy flipped his radio on to his pilots.
"Listen up, we've spotted their vessel. It's a Musai-class cruiser, and it's hiding behind that piece of debris to our starboard side. I'll have someone send you data on their location. Dumuzi, cover Luna, and stay safe."
Lieut. Roman Nocte
From the cockpit of his Zaku Cannon, with sensors, his radio, and warning lights screaming at him alike, Lieutenant Roman Nocte's palms were getting sweaty. This wasn't even his suit, dammit! He slammed the control sticks forward, the machine nosediving as a powerful beam flew over his head. As he flipped upside down, his targeting sensors laid their electronic eyes on his aggressor- it looked like a Guncannon, maybe? It was lacking a second cannon, though. On it's opposite shoulder, it looked like it had a sensor assembly attached. A custom job, more than likely, that just made it very similar to the machine he was using. Shit, that was close.
The young pilot winced as another explosion shook the suit- another Zaku had just gotten shot down- they were dropping like flies. That unknown suit was taking on both Rick Doms the crew had, and it looked like a small craft was facing off with the Sarge. Fairfax had just now started engaging the Feddies, whipping out his beam rifle and taking a few pot shots at the incoming GM. As the his own target lock engaged, Roman pulled the trigger, firing his own cannon right back at the bastard who had nearly killed him.
@Crimmy Yeah, essentially. He can take a few hits before shit really hits the fan. Also, don't kill that guy, I'm writing his character now IC. Feel free to axe or capture the others. The Gyan is being piloted by a grumpy old guy, and the Gelgoog by some cocky dude. I haven't even written anything for him and I don't like him.
Actually, don't kill the Gyan, Imma have him get killed saving the Zaku kid- make him want revenge on our heroes.
Actually, don't kill the Gyan, Imma have him get killed saving the Zaku kid- make him want revenge on our heroes.
@Crimmy Oh, you asked about the Zaku Cannon, right? I was thinking upgraded maneuverability, to be able to keep stable when firing, as well as a tankier set of armor, similar to the Guncannon that you're using.
Sorry, been working on school stuff this week, I'll start posting again ASAP.
@Crimmy Nah, its not all 3 of them, just some stronger units so I can get used to controlling multiple units in one battle. I'll say that the Gelgoog and the Gyan are probably going to survive, but they're not the aces of the [insertnamehere] faction.
Adam Shoji
Adriana City
Adam Shoji walked out of his parents' shop with a sigh. He looked back as he walked away from the decently sized building, bathing in the yellow light the lamps outside gave off. The older brick and mortar garage had been a large part of his life, but that was over- he had finally saved enough money to be able to live on his own, to go out and explore the world. The young man played with the red and white sphere in his hand. It was time to go. He turned to the road, and stepped off the property.
Loose pieces of the sidewalk crunched under his boots as the trainer-to-be walked down the sidewalk, wondering where exactly to start his new life. Around the city, there were a handful of really cool Pokemon he had seen- there was a Raichu helping power a rail cart earlier this week, even just today, he had heard of a Wailord surfacing right out of the docks. However, there was no way the newbie trainer was going to be able to catch anything like those. "Agh, I have no idea where to start! Its not like I'm completely clueless about Pokemon, but damn, this is hard!" Adam said aloud, hoping that some kind of miracle force would tell him what to do. He dragged his hand across the side of a building as he wandered past. He felt his hand fall off the corner as something crashed into his foot. Adam stumbled forward on one leg, waving his arms as to not fall, eyes widening. This is it. I'm dead.
The wanderer looked down, eyeing what had crossed his path. A small light blue Pokemon had slammed into him headfirst. Dazed, the creature looked back up with large yellow eyes, electricity sparking from a star-like shape atop it's tail. "Shi!" it called, looking back at the alley it hand ran from. A pair of eyes peered back from the darkness, and a growl could be heard emanating as well. The Pokemon that had slammed into Adam back away from it, eyes looking worried as more electricity sparked. Adam noticed the teeth marks on the back of the Pokemon, as well as its legs shaking- it had to have been hurt already. He sighed as he stepped in front of the small Pokemon. "Okay, little guy, I've got you covered," he said, locking eyes with the creature in the shadows. A green, doglike Pokemon crawled out of the alley's darkness, teeth growling and static popping from it's back. Knowing electric types, Adam took his jacket off.
The aggressive Pokemon jumped at the trainer, teeth snarling. "Triiiii-" it howled, cut off by Adam catching it in the jacket, wrapping it around the much smaller Pokemon. He grabbed the corners of the jacket and held them together like a sack. Muffled barks came from inside, as the beast tried to escape. Adam spun the makeshift sack and threw it, the Pokemon hitting the brick wall of the alley and crashing down to the ground. The jacket unfolded, and the Pokemon scurried out as Adam took out his newly-acquired Pokedex out, scanning.
"Electrike, huh. Electric type. You're a piece of work, y'know that?" he said, making sure the last part was heard by the green Pokemon, now trembling some, probably disorientated. Adam took an aggressive step forward, startling the Electrike, which turn tail and ran. Adam walked over to the jacket, which was audibly crackling from electric energy. "So that leaves the two of us," he called out, looking at the blue one. It turned its head in response, looking confused. Adam held the Pokedex's camera at it. "Shinx. Also an electric type. Hey, you look hurt little guy. Do you want to come with me?" he asked, fishing his Pokeball out of the jacket pocket. The Shinx walked up to the young man, letting out a happy sounding mew. Adam hit the button in the center of the sphere, and Shinx was engulfed in a red light, which was dragged back into ball. It shook once, twice, thrice, and clicked. "I guess that means we're buds now, huh?" He hit the button again, and Shinx reappeared, smiling at the trainer, hopping down once or twice before wincing in pain. "Okay, uh. Name. Enix. Sure. Let's get you to the Pokemon Center my man, you're beat up."
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