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Current "An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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@Renny Your character looks fine so far, we can add your character in during the next arc. Testament is one of my favorite designed Gundams btw. Are the colors white, red or custom?


Custom paintjob its primarily Gunmetal with the gold accents intact. Its weathered from constant use. I'll move my sheet to the IC then and sounds good to me.
I've been working on and off on this for a couple of days. Hopefully we can work something out.

@Fiscbryne I see you're full. If perhaps someone backs out, I'd like to be counted on as a replacement.

Port-1 | Simulation Hangar | -
Sirius Free & Ayame Izumi | @veenknight343


Sirius took a miniscule moment of consideration, though it showed deeply on his face. Tessa had warned him about sharing the information of his Innovator abilities, about how he honestly hadn't known how they worked or what activated them. That he was being paraded as some Advanced Human off of tests and vague feelings alone. So far, least from what he could tell, all his accomplishments were born from his natural abilities, Tess believed his Innovator abilities were seeping through in those results, Sirius wasn't so sure.

A second later and Sirius had opted out of sharing that bit of info with Ayame. Instead he entered the Simulators, started to setup his usual challenge then stopped. "Copy that. It's rare I get to train with someone else, let's make this fun." He lowered the difficulty to average, just to better gauge both Ayame's and his own combat skills. He set up ten suits, comprised of five GMs and five Zakus invading the Debris Field Ring. After another moment, he added a time limit of ten minutes and slid the details to Ayame's simulator. They were their own faction but so were the GMs and Zakus, it was a three-way contest for resources.

Through the comms, Sirius said, "What do you think? if you're down hit accept and lets get started."

Port Algec | Briefing | Launchpad
Sagi Pluton | Mission Soldiers


The area beneath his left eye felt swollen and thrummed with rushing blood. Beneath his Earth Alliance suit however, his torso was greatly bruised; after all, he would only need to sit in a cockpit to perform his duties. The rotating personnel that supervised him often gave him 'corrections' but this newest soldier was odd. Sagi had personally recounted half-a-dozen insults he had threw at the older man with hardly a reply. Not a beating, threat, or warning. Just a passive smile or humorful remark. It was off putting and really annoying. A feeling of drifting away kept imposing itself on his usual childishness, even as he rode in the corner of the elevator; his helmet held against his chest tenderly. With a frown or a smirk; he honestly weren't sure, he peered at his crimson Dagger as it was loaded along with the other machines.

The older soldier spoke abruptly; his voice directed in volume and tone at him. It was reassuring, calm even. "I'll be keeping a close eye on you up there, Sagi. Do your part efficiently and to the best of your ability and I'll do the same, I'll make sure your feet touch solid ground again."

Sagi let his head lay on the elevator; the shrinking view both scary and amusing. "Save the shitty pep-talk for someone who needs it guard-dog," he said in lethal jest. "I'll make it back on my own if I have to."

Cause I'm the Red Comet.

The older man huffed a bit of laughter and fixed his eyes to the stale air and soldiers in front of him. "So you say."

Port-1 | Simulation Hangar | -
Sirius Free & Ayame Izumi | @veenknight343


Sirius lowered his head slightly, the digital manual firmly in his hand and now in sight. He exhaled once more before returning it to its safety folder. "How could the luckiest guy in deep space also be the unluckiest," he wondered while rubbing his pendant with love. He entered the training hangar and once he found, Ayame, he flashed an apologetic smile at her. "Sorry for the wait, I ended up just going through the Neodu's system checks three times."

He stopped short three-or-four feet from her. "Am I about to be eating my foot? you could tell me now and spare me the embarrassment later. It would be the humane thing to do y'know." Even with that said, the harmonic hum of the simulators brought a kind of peace to Sirius. The vibrations, the thrumming of the falsified environment around them felt just right under the pressure of high-tech machine. Beneath its blanket, he could honestly say he felt invincible. Untouchable. Undefeatable.
Oz

Greytry - Edge of the Circus, Kingdom of Etrid | @BigPapaBelial @Sep

Oz was use to being invisible and the commotion cause by the guard's death was expected. Among the panicking circus workers and rattled animals, Oz simple slipped away into the periphery of the masses. A commoner would have missed the orange glow of the girl's eyes, quick as they were but he was no ordinary person. What felt like a lifetime of avoiding detection, being aware of his surroundings, and always on the knife's edge afforded him skills akin to preternatural observation.

He strolled at a pace not considered unusual while keeping sight of the fleeing girl even as she ducked, dodged, and maneuvered to what she perceived as safety. The book he typically carried was held at chin-level as he feigned distraction. The girl he had saved was obviously more than lucky and less inclined to leave her escape up to chance; that level of desperation piqued Oz's interest in her. Though he was still unsure of whether he wanted to kill her or not yet.

Once he realized that the girl was traveling aimlessly, he picked up speed. A risky gamble for sure but he'd rather no one else take his prey, if that was what he'd decide about her. A quick gesture tightened his satchel against his chest as he joined the running girl. "If you're in need of help, I can find you a place to hide. This place is my home after all," he said gently, eyes straight ahead. "But first you must slow down, your speed arouses attention."
@BigPapaBelial@Sep

A bit backed up, I'll get a post out tomorrow or the day after at the (predicated) latest.

Port Algec | Briefing Room | Back of the Room
Sagi Pluton & Briefing Attendees | @Phoenix347 @Crosswire


What sounded like a rebuttal or disagreement had been amplified by the stark silence in the room. A blue-haired girl, who reminded him of an old friend who liked to push his luck, was vying for an intercepting strike. Bold and brash but like his old friend, this one seemed to lack that air of luck. She would die in a blaze of glory if left to herself. That was funny to him, an open-mouth smile on his face. Already he could feel the excitement of the upcoming space excursion running through him. He felt like the kid he should had been.

He slipped through the shadows produced by the back and forth, followed shortly by his two taller babysitters. Sagi caught sight of the only man he felt a sense of familiarity off to the side of the fresh Centurion. The usual bolt of fear struck his spine, making him shiver but as usual, he quickly wrestled it under control. General George Eltz, the perfect example of a wolf in sheep clothing, seemed in complete control and frankly exasperated by the interruption. Least, that's what it felt like to him. A large hand squeezed his shoulder firmly; a quiet reminder of his semi-freedom and of the fact he had stopped near the doorway.

He shot the babysitter a icy glare before moving to a small corner. The guards positioned themselves on either side, one of them relaxing against the wall. "It's nearly a full workout watching you brat."

The burlier of the two punched the other in the arm. "Respect these soldiers and their mission, Norman. Zip it."

Sagi snickered between them but it went largely unnoticed. He scratched his cheek absently while following the meager argument. The Centurion was failing at putting the loud-mouth in her place. Apparently this side of the military was drastically different than the one he was use to. Though he could relate with her desire to kill her enemies (it was only natural after all); he felt angry at the lack of correction if for nothing else other than her tone. He could still feel the aches of his 'corrections' and wondered if she had ever received one.

He looked over at the guard (the one who had punched the other). "Shouldn't she get hit or something?" he asked out loud, mirth heavy in his voice. "These guys are kinda laxed over here. I like it, if that was me I'd be beaten so bad."

The uniformed officer shot him stare that said, 'Zip it, Pluton or you will be beaten.'

Sagi shrunk into himself playfully. He didn't fear them the way he was afraid of The General. All they could do was hurt him physically, physical pain was easy to bear. What The General tortured was his spirit and that was much harder to endure. "Sooorry"

The burly soldier gripped his shoulder hard, really hard, and started pushing him towards the exit. He leaned down and whispered, "The General was kind enough to let you sit in on the briefing and this is how you show gratitude. We'll beat you short of being a hinderance on the mission, Pluton."

Sagi's face fell as he planted his feet down. "Sheesh, I was just joking," he lied. He honestly did want to see the blue-haired girl get 'corrected', cause if it was good enough to happen to him, it was good enough to happen to her. Sagi found the General's eyes, a question in them that asked if he had gone too far. Said too much. "General Eltz, my bad."
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