Phoenix347

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

I just found you I always love mecha it's just been ages since I looked deep into its lores nd various machines

@BlackMaiden

Glad to hear it. This rp works similar to TurnA, if you haven't seen it, basically all the timelines from the gundam animes are treated as eras of the past for the RP, so most suits are going to be found in the anime, and you character can customize them as the story progresses so we can see the unique mobile suits the characters utilize from all the different gundam shows. Any questions you have I can answer?

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

I'm kinda interested if there is room for another.

@BlackMaiden

Any fans of giant robots are always welcome! Which side are you considering joining, and have you read through some IC posts or just found us?

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1

Cafeteria
Hanson Seuclid, Sirius Free

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"Maybe not my type but you two seem closer than just lab rat and scientist." Hanson sat up and crossed his arms as the kid across from him began to fall into moral quarrelling with himself. He let out a sight as the kid depressed even Hanson. "Kid, if you haven't killed yet then don't get into a slump about it before it happens. There's murder that happens in the colony between two people, and then there's killing on the battlefield. When you fly out there, with allies besides you and enemies in front of you, you won't have time to think about any of that. It's not training, the pilot across the emptiness, inside the metal coffin just like you, will be firing real bullets. If they're a true soldier they will aim to kill you from the first shot, and if you just sit there racking your head over how you'll feel after it, you'll be dead. On the battlefield you don't just fight because someone in a chair told you to, but because someone across from you wants to remove you to save themselves. You can quarrel over how you feel when you're safe in your bunk. As for your little watcher..."

He let out another sigh and shakes his head. "She must be screwed in the head to think like that. Humans fight, that's natural, because someone somewhere isn't getting his way and will want that to change it however he can. Ingrained? You'll find groups that survive without conflict for a long time. The larger the group, like a lot of people wanting to step down to the authentic ground stuck in a spinning can, the more likely someone wants to fight." Hanson finished off the cooked vegetables in the bowl, running his fork around the grimy inside. "Of course this is from an old barbarian from an age where peace was a rare commodity. In this age we're just fighting anyone who comes up in a good old rocket, I'm quite missing the constant launches of supplies and men up here to fight on against..." Hanson paused in his recollection as he remembered which side he was on now. "The enemy. Guess they don't matter anymore."

Hanson didn't register the girl coming over, a well known underground idol whose music most of the other soldiers hoarded. He had listened to the originals from his own timeline so hers were not as enticing. "Well little Izumi, philosophy is the major every soldier chooses, no better place than the killing field to mull over the complexities of life and death."

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port Algec

Mess Hall >Briefing
Tyr Fin, Nathaniel Hesse

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Tyr shook his head as the two bantered on about their kills and experience, knowing fighting the Gols was nothing like fighting the canners. He almost died himself on his first combat sortie, if not for a timely intervention from an ally. Now it was up to Tyr to keep these men and women alive til they came back down. He looked up as the girl addressed him, seeing the flash of eagerness in her eyes for revenge. "We should head over as well Hesse. Finish up your meal, proper manners and all." he said with a chuckle as he took up his and the girl's tray, walking them the short distance over to the recycling stand as the overhead speakers roared to life. "All troops prepare for operation, report to briefing rooms in ten. Flight crews report to launch pads for final inspections. " The message repeated four more times as Tyr looked to Lion. "That's our cue. Grab what you want and let's move." He turned and followed the rest of the flow out of the mess hall as everyone moved to their positions.

Tyr approached the briefing building, attached to the main headquarters by a hallway, with Hesse catching up. The few people trickling through the doors into the auditorium setting found their seats where they could. Towards the front Tyr witnessed General Eltz discussing with an aide on the stage with his table, most likely confirming on the slides to present. The General didn't even look into the crowd to see the Centurion when a few friendly faces approached Tyr. "Hey Fish, figured you were getting ratted out by the eagle til we launched. Glad to see you could finally join us." Code named Troll, and just like the name his face was more brutish than one would expect from the capital, and next to him was a shorter woman who was holding a big grin on her face, Teras. "Of course you'd make it to the briefing, troglodyte over here owes me some tickets. Come on, we saved the usual seats at the front with Deryk, oh?" Teras noticed the man next to Tyr and her eyes shot up, "Oh my god, is that the Lion? Are you launching too? I didn't think you would be a choice to leave the planet."

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Side 3

Colony Administration Room> Colony Port
Marie Wellington

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After the lukewarm surmising of the rest of the colony's matters, the administrators slowly trickled out of Marie's room, not wishing to bring up the tense situation building between Theodore and Marie. Left alone, she looked behind her through the reinforced glass out into space in contemplation. The centuries of waiting to step on their ancestral home was about to end, if only the Hydrogen fleet could arrive faster. The precious fuel it dragged from the gaseous giant would allow for another great leap of progress, such as that to the moon or Port-1. If this empire on the Earth was capable of repeat rocket launches they have found the solution to their fuel problem, and may even have a chance to retire the Hydrogen fleet. After a small break simply taking in the view, Marie stood up, and called for her personal shuttle to be ready to launch.

Letting Theodore's henchman take command over Port-1 had always given her a dreadful feeling, and with the Governor's recent attempts to divert resources towards the base she was concerned he might try sending a scouting unit before support could be obtained. Her walk from the administration section to the port was aided by the rail line built into the colony's interior. It even provided her a nice view of the colony as it ran through the center shaft. A passenger and her daughter stared at Marie, the mother for recognizing her while the young girl was fascinated by her long hair and the white jumpsuit she sported. After noticing, Marie turned and gave them a rare smile, to which the girl smiled back and giggled before turning to her mom to talk about how weird Marie was. She ignored it, looking back to the window of the tram as the exterior was covered by the structure at the other end of the colony. Shortly afterwards the tram came to a halt inside the port and the occupants departed.

Along the way, Marie watched the woman head to the arrivals terminal, most likely her other half was a soldier returning from an outside assignment. She hoped it wasn't another child, the colonies already ashamed to be recruiting teenagers. Marie sunk the thought to the back of her mind as she reached an elevator for colony administrators and officers which took her directly down to their private port. THe ships here were reserved for administrators and the governor for travel to the nearby outposts, while the governor's personal craft was capable of travelling between the colony groups independently. The Ginga, a shuttle from the universal century, and with a rather unusually large cargo which they could only theorize was meant to personally transport someone's private mobile suit. What a world they held, to which some could carry their suits with them anywhere, and yet they still fell like dominos each time they looked to achieve prosperity. She was always reprimanded by the ablemen for not using the space, but it kept fuel costs down for adjustments. With her status, the flight was cleared immediately, and the shuttle began accelerating out from the cylinder to its destination, Port-1.

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

Ayame Izumi

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Gender: Female
Age: 24
Role: CEF Corporal
Callsign: Bard /A.I.(Idol name)
Origin: Side 3 Colonist

Personality: Professional, driven, bright, thoughtful, emotional

Known Features: Stands 5'8,She generally has waist long hair is in a bun or a ponytail while on duty, while off duty she keeps her hair down and behind her ears. She wears a metallic red musical note clamp earing on her left ear.

Attire: When not in her uniform she wears modified colonist clothes that make her look different from the others, having more bright a vibrant colors like a light blue or bright red. She also has other cloth from salvage operations

History: She was born in side 3 to a pair of pod people from the Universal Century, her father was Tekada Izumi a Ship's bridge officer in the Earth Federation during the One Year War while her mother Alice Steele was an AUEG Mobile Suit Pilot during the Gryps Conflict. They were retrieved around the same time and after they were released stuck together and had a child, Ayame.

Growing up her life was similar to many in the colonies, growing up her life was all about the continuation of the colony and when she was old enough would join her parents from time to time to help whether it would be Mobile Suit maintenance or learning military terms and tactics from her parents. Her mother would tutor her on mobile suits and from time to time gave her rides in a mobile suit when her mother was free from her teachings in the military academy while her father was part of the salvage operations ship crews.

From time to time her father came back from salvage operations with music from times past, whether it be music discs or storage devices with large amounts of music stored in them, and live performances which she adored and her dream to become some sort of musician. Sadly musicians were not something the colonies could have as life in them couldn't support such lifestyles of careers and all people must work for the survival of the colony. But she had her music, and later an salvaged and repaired eclectic piano she would play when she could, even coming up with her own songs to play or tried to recreated her songs on her Piano. She also would also practice on her vocals which she found were very good and at time could sound better then the music she would listen too.

When she was old enough she joined Side 3's Military academy with her mother recommendation. Her time there was the most grueling time as she learned how to be a soldier, she hated it, hated it because it was either this or joining her father in the hydrogen fleet which had left years prior. To her her time in the academy felt like its own lifetime as she hated doing this rather then her dream of being a musician, but she persevered and when she graduated she took up mobile suit piloting in the CEF and assigned to PORT-1.

Her first expedition got her her current MS a special GM with sub arms arms and two shields rather then one, and a year late what would set her down the path of her double life, a computer with all the software she needed to help create songs, she was ecstatic and would from time to time find equipment to help in her endeavor and had created a mini music studio on the go. When she would have time she would recreate and remix songs and when she would sing it should would make sure her room was sound proof before singing because she highly doubted this was an acceptable use of free time.

She has used her connections through her mother and other sources through her work to get her music to get circulated, all she asked for was secrecy, so they came to a name A.I. and from there A.I. had become an underground Idol within a year. From there she was asked by her contacts for more music. She obliged but only able to get an album out once per year because of her current job in the CEF.

Skills: Musical Aptitude, primarily Vocals and Pianos. She is no slouch in a mobile suit, she has a heightened spatial awareness, bi-lingual (English and Japanese).

Items:

• CEF Pilot Suit
• RGM-79 GM (Thunderbolt Ver.)
• Tickets C-0 G-0 S-0
• Salvaged music studio equipment
• Salvaged Electric Piano
• P-90 SS190 SMG

@veenknight343

Looks good to post!👍

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1

Cafeteria
Hanson Seuclid, Sirius Free, Tessa Stride

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"Any regular human who comes from a pod gets a couple months of treatments and check ins before being dropped into one of the spinning cans. Your lab rats find out we're anything more and we're stuck for a year if we're lucky. I've heard of a couple of podders coming out had to be restrained, something about being frozen hundreds of years affecting such a mind designed for something else. Of course the mapping, seems all of us advanced ones have something going on up in this cranium." he replied with a tap to his head before eating as the scientist surmised pain the kid went through before excusing herself from the table. With a head tilt, he looked down, figuring the kid would follow without registering their conversation. It wasn't until he heard the kid speak up again that he looked up and listened.

Sitting up in his chair his mouth morphed into a quizzical expression before leaning in slightly. "Listen kid, it was four years up here in space. Four years of breathing in the same recycled farts and recycled O², eating mostly minimum spiced vegetables with the occasional flank of steak," he pressed his fork into the meat and pushed further into the dish. "The people up here haven't set foot on mother Earth since the last great war, if they were ever that lucky. If things keep up like they are, they may not touch down in this lifetime. Being stuck up here, watching the administrators peer at the gas gauge and worrying about the needle hitting zero while intercepting the ones from Earth like some kind of gate keepers. The reason most of us in the pods feel so familiar within the cockpit is because odds are, you were in one fighting to kill or protect. Now look where we are, hundreds of years later and still fighting to kill, or protect." Hanson's eyes fleeted over to the scientist that left the kid unsupervised. "I've been stuck here for four years kid, stuck doing the same shit I did when I was frozen, just with less delicious rations. Fun is only had in the mobile suit. Or with a woman." Hanson let out a loud laugh as he added the final portion.

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Port Algec

Mess Hall
Tyr Fin, Everin Skye, Roose Tadmoore

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Before running into them, at least Roose, Tyr had the impression this team would be a viable asset to the general, but with the easily felt frustration they showed to him he was concerned over their upcoming synergy. A tribal from the east and one painted onto posters and blaring on radio programs matched with a career soldier from a fishing village. "You can always learn something from your elders. There's a reason he still succeeds in that old tin can of his." He defended the veteran before the leaving of Roose, to which he gave a nod, and the joining of another soldier just before then. Yet another new arrival to team delta, one of the so called nobles of the empire, a classless hierarchy aimed at retaining their old traditions among the new rabble they had to call allies. "Carius Hale, welcome to Algec. I see you're also on the roster to be launched, will you be bringing your HMT along with you?"

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port-1

Cafeteria
Hanson Seuclid, Sirius Free, Tessa Stride

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His ration came up quickly, and grabbing it Hanson proceeded through the mostly filled cafeteria to an empty table and sat down, observing his delectable meal of potatoes and greens mixed with slices of beef. Just as he picked up the first slice and consumed it a familiar voice peaked up, seeing the two from the hall decided to join him. With a grin he gestured to the table in front of him as he swallowed. "Suit yourselves. Company is nothing I'll pass up. If you're planning to be all buddy buddy, at least tell me more about yourselves. And your relation." Hanson looked between the two like they were criminals under interrogation. Of course the kid was from a pod, that was no mystery, but the woman's closeness seemed more than just a concern for his health and wellness. They were relatively close to one of the labs so the two could have met up and come along together. The woman however, seemed to be on edge, suspicious of Hanson.

He gave mental props to her for being worried, if Hanson was in charge of this man he'd nearly drill him of all information the kid had available or what little there was. "How long since you were popped open? I've been out here for ten years since climbing into the fridge. Can't remember too well what was going on around me to force me to step inside that icicle. They prodded me for a good year to figure me out, make sure I was still human under the skin. Did you subject him to the same, examination?" Hanson looked over to the woman with raised brows, curious of how she would answer the accusation.

Gundam: Ascend to the Stars

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Port Algec

George Eltz's Office
George Eltz, Gabriel Seth

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The general stood up, walking to the front of his desk as the suited man stood with him. "The official briefing will be done within twenty minutes, and I suggest you attend, introduce yourself to the commander and offer advice to them before the operation. For some this will be not only their first trip into space, but salvaging as well. Any misunderstanding or prejudgment could prove damaging to the rest of the team. The centurion leading the operation is Tyr Fin, he has participated in numerous launches and returns, if you have issues with any of the soldiers you are guiding consult with him for corrections. On a final note for this meeting, bring my soldiers back, and bring us back viable weapons to use against the Gols. I'm sure such a goal will be motivating to you as well."

General Eltz stuck his hand out to the scavenger with his stoic face, and after shaking it, guided the man out of his office. He returned to his desk briefly one more time to gather his own documents and personal tablet before leaving. Until the briefing, there was only one concern on his mind, why an intelligence member was on his base without prior notification and why the infirmary was now being filled with his stench. He only received the notification from his assistant but was sure the staff there would explain more in detail. The brisk walk to the facility was rather empty as much of the base was finalizing itself for the launch, or below ground. Even before stepping foot into the hangar he could hear the commotion. "Leave me the fuck alone! I'm calling my father immediately, where the hell is the radio station!" As Eltz walked into one of the rooms, normally that would hold up to 10 patients, a metal tin flew against the door. The source was the only man in the room on a bed, with two MP's holding him down, although from the blood on his head and difficulty working against the two, he clearly wasn't in any position to leave.

A doctor approached the general, a mark across his face from a weak strike. "General, I wasn't expecting you to come down so soon. From the reports of witnesses, there was..." The man struggled to define it as an assault or accident. "Incident which this man was making a fuss at hangar 3, and the sole occupant, you know, Carius Skye, smashed him skull first into the flooring. We're attempting to dope him again before shipping him out but he just came to and started assaulting my staff. He most likely has not just a concussion but internal bleeding which-" The general stopped listening as he walked forward over to the bedside. Pulling one of the MPs aside, the patient saw him and his face immediately changed from one of blood covered anger to one of hope. "You! You're General Eltz right? Contact my father immedi- AGHHH!" George Eltz interrupted his scream by planting a hand on the mans throat, tightening it and cutting off his air. He pushed him up in the bed as Eltz leaned in, horror filling . "Silence. You have no reason to be on my base, and no justification to accost my soldiers. If you are here on official business you are out of conduct, if this is personal then I will see to your removal from intelligence. His name."

Keeping his eyes locked to the young man's, the doctor answered the general from behind him. "He is... Havrok Harkin, from the house Harkin family." George let out a "Tch. That fat bastard. OF course his slime of a son would crawl over to here." Being what was considered a personal matter, George was only briefly notified of a marriage being arranged for carius Skye while he heard of the consideration he did not hear of the conclusion. "I doubted she would ever have conceded to the arrangement you made without her, but you have your answer now. Contact the capital and tell them to expect this trash soon." The spoiled child in the bed had his eyes roll back as Eltz was still holding onto his neck, letting go at the last second. Without breath the young man lay back against the sheets hacking while the doctor came around and plunged the needle into him effortlessly now. "Send him off base on the next train." The general turned away and walked out of the building, any seeing him avoiding him until his face softened.