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Post by Leto - The Weird Prince on Apr 4, 2013 0:48:22 GMT -5
THE NARCISSIST! APPEARS!
The sounds of engines, roared, over the large expansive of ruins. A mobile carrier was nearly 200 meters from the ground. The monster was enormously huge, and held steady in the air with seemingly no propulsion at all. A clicking sound immediately escaped what would now be known as the back of the gigantic carrier. The bay doors opened, and allowed for a singular box to be dropped from the back.
The box itself was huge to an extent its own contents would be frighteningly large. The box's own propulsion systems began to begin as it plummeted towards the ground, saving the contents. As it reached nearly 100 meters from the ground the box opened. Three mobile suits were exposed to the air, as they fell directly to the ground.
The three Gelgoog Mobile Suits would turn on their own systems and slam into the earth, shaking it horribly. The mono-eye sensors began to collect data on the surroundings. Swiveling back and forth on their rail line like system camera. Each one was marked with a number, F1, H2, and G3. The communication systems started up between the three pilots.
G3: "FUCK YEA! Time to go smash some freaking noobs into nothing more then scrap metal! "
F1: "calm yourself G3. this is a testing mission. we must see how far both sides of this war have come. "
G3:" Fuck it. I'm gonna break every single last one of their mobile suits. "
H2: " do what you like G3, but remember we are not to harm project epsilon and project zeta. understood?"
G3: " whatever they stay alive. "
The com systems fell silent as the mobile suits began to move into position. They were waiting for both factions to pick up the distress signals which were sent out. It was an ambush with machines far stronger then either side could afford to give their soldiers at the time. It was time to put up or shut up. The first " Boss Battle " Begins Now!
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Post by AMON LANC on Apr 4, 2013 3:04:00 GMT -5
[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/noisy_net.png);]threw your arms up in the air and said you're crazy He was slightly flattered at the degree with which he'd been deployed to the front lines; that, and truly a little on edge. It was a desperate time if a small conglomerate of cadets were the best suits to be mustered from the ranks. That said, he was having the time of his life - an adrenaline-filled, breathless, and soon to be gruesome time. The yells and screeches of man and machine filtered through his communication systems, nearly overpowering the set frequencies with the waves of static and sheer volume and when his BuCue lowered its head to jolt its chassis onwards into the coming fray Amon pulled a line of controls sending his mecha into a steady crawl as other units aligned either ahead or slightly staggered from his own position. "Lanc, your position!""Heading out with the front lines." he barked back, flipping a switch he set the base of his shouldermount to a sudden angle, turning a dial or two before tucking into a sprint with an unforgiving momentum. Pounding towards the foreign lines emitting a howl of machinery, the blonde slid to a stop cutting an imposing figure for all of a few seconds before the weapon at his spine rose to deliver a burst of gunfire. |
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Post by arkiuz on Apr 4, 2013 4:29:40 GMT -5
The air filled with the sound of large helicopter blades as they carried the Loto toward the outskirts of the ruins that the large carrier was reported to be over. Arkiuz kept an eye on the thing with the long range scanners. Definitely something he wasn't used to seeing. In fact, what was it? Then the box dropped from the air and out fell the mobile suits. Gelgoog. Now things were getting interesting.
The copters above slowly sank to the floor, the hooks fell to the barren Earth and the Loto powered up. This was going to be a fun day. The treads on his unit wound up and he rounded a corner, still a ways off from the other units, and ducked behind a large, crumbling building. If they saw him, and his thoughts were right, there'd be a fire fight on the horizons. One where his Loto could do plenty of damage. He didn't smile at the thought, he simply watched his radar and kept his ears open.
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Post by Misha Rusakov on Apr 10, 2013 17:47:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=style,border-left: 7px #dcdcdc double;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 28px #dcdcdc solid;] | [atrb=style,border-left: 2px #dcdcdc dotted;] | [div style="width: 300px; border-left: solid 10px #dcdcdc; border-right: double 15px #dcdcdc; border-top: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; border-bottom: dotted 2px #dcdcdc; padding: 10px;[/style"]misha, not mikhail Misha couldn't stop his eyes from wandering all over the inside of the cockpit. His palms were sweating as he tried to figure out which button meant what. He had studied everything a million times, and participated in dozen of training simulations, but the real deal - this real deal stuff was different. Now, the littlest slip-up could spell the end for him. Misha's mind went into overdrive, buzzing about all of the possibilities (both good and bad) that could happen during the "distress signal investigation" he was assigned to. "Cadet Rusakov reporting in. Who reads me?" Oops, that was too slangy, wasn't it? He tried again. "Cadet Rusakov. I intend to reach the signal on foot. Do you copy?" Misha didn't see anyone from his side in his immediate view. Trying to be clever, he had broke off from the main Zeonic front, just to shortcut reaching the signal. There was the crackle of static over his comm system as he waited for somebody to get back to him before heading out any further. credits: made by ambassador tanz of ATL + PRE |
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Post by Calius Damphiris on Apr 10, 2013 23:39:56 GMT -5
The thermonuclear thrusters stayed stable within the machines legs, and torso area which was thanks to earlier calibrations. A wave a data appeared on Calius' upper left most section of the 360 degree panorama cockpit. The data called for the acceleration to be lowered just a bit for landing procedures to commence. So he pulled back on his left controller just enough to adjust the power of the thrusters for the procedure to take over. Of course thanks to the urgency of the mission, and the unknown aspects of the enemy units within the distress call there was no time to fully follow the procedure so some "adjustments" were made.
These adjustments caused the GM to crash land and destroy some of the ground as it slid to a stop leaving a 10 meter long gash in its wake. Calius moved his hand over to the Holographic data input key to settle the AMBAC system towards earth combat. It took several minutes, but the recalibration was highly visible as when the GM began moving it slowly began to speed up instead of the legs staying immobile like as needed in space combat.
It would seem everything was done and all that was left was to radio in the other members of the battlefield. It was confusing having to side with the zeon forces on this, but the pure destruction caused to units from both forces needed to be answered swiftly and all they could come up with was a temporary truce to defeat the new forces. Leaning forward in his seat a bit more, Calius brought his left hand up to his face to initiate the com system. " This is Second in command for Squad Delta. All Allied forces must --- "
Before he could finish his sentence a beeping commenced for enemy units approaching. " All Forces converge on my spot! The enemy seems to be coming out of hiding. " After those words were said Calius leaned back into his chair and grabbed onto the controls for the suit. It would seem the enemy wanted an all out brawl.
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Post by Leto - The Weird Prince on Apr 11, 2013 0:38:53 GMT -5
 GENESIS 3
Genesis The Third or G3 moved onwards. His mobile suit's thrusters moaned out a powerful hiss before 'exploding' with power. The Gelgoog pushed itself into the air only a few meters before leaning forward and flying at full speed. A few zeon and federation mobile suits tried shooting it down with a hail of machine gun fire. Yet the pilot was an Ace - pulling backwards on the machine allowing himself to back up and circle around some of the ruins. Allowing any and all damage to himself to become minimal as he moves outwards for a perfect position. And the Perfect position took only a few moments to obtain as his beam rifle fired through the buildings. Several Shots with every single last one hitting the cockpits of three zaku's and four gm's. The explosions rang out on the battle field as the trickster kept moving in unpredictable patterns. His next target ( Misha ) was now located and with another 'explosion' his mobile suit sprang forward at top speed. It moved its large shield onto its back before revealing a beam machine gun in its forearm. The gun fired multiple shots at the Zaku in an attempt to destroy it outright. As he approached him in a linear nature. Now at the same time its Beam Rifle was pointed at his second target (Ark) and fired two rounds in an attempt to take both of his targets at once.
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Post by AMON LANC on Apr 13, 2013 15:41:56 GMT -5
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Post by Misha Rusakov on Apr 18, 2013 12:12:50 GMT -5
Suddenly, there were explosions and dots on his radar disappearing. The blasts send out shockwaves so strong that Misha felt his chair rattle. He didn't have much time to pinpoint where the shots were coming from before he saw the Gelgoog blasting forward to get to him. Misha put up his forearm, to allow his Gatling Shield attachment to block however many beam blasts as it could. As he did this, he tried making his mobile suit go off to the side, in an attempt to get out of the Gelgoog's way.
"Shit!" Things were heating up faster than he expected. Already, he was in the middle of the combat. So much for that shortcut - they'd brought the fight right to him.
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