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In high orbit above the earth, two members of the EFSF are seen thrusting high above to a safe distance to star their sparring. We see first the Galbaldy Beta, piloted by Richard Pelkin, get set. Then we see the the Gundam Hazel prototype, piloted by Tony Hazasay, also get set. Both of them are now in a stable position to prevent them from falling into the atmosphere during their spar. Their normal ammo has been replaced by paint rounds, which is the normal ammo for low damage battles. The two space forces pilots face their mobile suits to each other. Both prototype units hoping to display their abilities in a low damage fight for the EFSF brass. Next thing rthey know a ball comes racing in holding a countdown sign. It counts down from 3... 2... 1... then a green light flashes and the spar begins, Both of the prototype units are matched in Maneuverability in space, but the Galbaldy Beta gains the upper hand due to the Gundam Hazel's heavy Luna Titanium Armor. This however does not discourage its pilot as he keeps on fighting anyways. Both machines firing hails of paint ball rounds at each other. Some shots hitting the shields of both units and others grazing the mobile suits. However.... Tony, being a veteran of battles before, dips into his poll of combat experienxe as he tosses the Hazels shield at the Galbaldy Beta, and then comes up from below the Galbaldy beta and pegs the mobile suits cockpit and main camera with paint ball rounds. This day the victor went with the one unit that had the more experienced pilot in it.  Tony Hazasay Wins!
• Tony Hazasay: 7VP Gained, Repairing 1 • Richard Pelkan: 6VP Gained, Repairing 1 "Thank the maker it feels good to be out on patrol again." a lone Dom Tropen pilot exclaimed to her two ZakuII-F2 allies. "Tell me you don't believe in that crap." the Zaku to her left muttered. "Oh, don't start with that again. You want to be an atheist. Fine. You've never seen combat anyways. Me, I've been in too many foxholes to start questioning my luck now. You don't need to be forcing your religious views on me." the Dom Tropen pilot snapped. "Oh, can't you two stop bickering for once and just enjoy the sunshine? We've been locked underground for months now, lets not waste this beautiful day arguing." the other Zaku pilot interjected, tired of her partners constant bickering. "Admiral, we're entering the target zone now. Radar detects a pair of Dopps closing in on our position." Vice Admiral Alexi of the Himalaya class Argus reported. "Excellent work. Issue the standard power down and disarm ultimatum. Tell the Charger and Ardent to prepare to engage, and make sure all aircraft pilots are in their vessels ready for takeoff. Inform the Janus and NRS-33 to stay back and cover our rear. If there's one thing Zeon excels, its ambushes and aquatic warfare. Don't get sloppy." Admiral Gerard ordered his subordinate. He poured himself a spirit and stood before his room's sole window. The light from the orange late day sun passed through the verte absinthe filling his glass, casting a peculiar green light across his face. "Let us hope this is not the prelude to another year of tragedy." the Admiral whispered to himself. "Blah blah blah. How many times are they going to issue that same surrender message?" A Luggun pilot high over the Equatorial African sea radioed to his partners. "Probably until somebody fires. Too bad HQ put a nix to that." Admiral Gerard entered the Argus's bridge, a slight stumble to his step. A customary salute later, he was handed a readiness report by Vice Admiral Alexi. "And no response to our hails?" Gerard inquired. "None sir, aside from insisting they're merely searching for some rogue Guntank who fired on some civilians the other day." Alexi informed. "That old tact. Well, we have our orders men. Tell the fleet to open fire. We don't want those Dopps buzzing about our airspace. Have the Jet Cores proceed inland and secure us a landing zone. I don't want any surprises when we reach the shore." "Incoming fighters... every o'clock!" The Luggun hollered, first to detect the launching of a plethora of aircraft from every vessel in the fleet. "Hightail it. Back to ba-" the message fell short as a barrage of vulcan fire claimed one of the two Dopps. "Running running running." The other Dopp squealed, abandoning the Luggun to fend for itself. Down on the surface below, the Dom Tropen and Zakus spotted the firefight. "All units, fire. Let's buy our birds some time." the Dom Tropen fired first, hoping the explosion from its raketen bazooka would attract the enemy's attention. The Zakus followed suit, spraying the air with some machinegun fire. "Sir. Reports of mobile suits inland. 3 spotted so far." Alexi relayed to his commander. "Secure air superiority first, then have the Dishes track the mobile suits movements from beyond their range. Take a squad of-" Gerard's orders were cutoff by Alexi. "New report! The Janus is under fire. A pair of Acguy units, never detected them." "Deploy all Don Escargots to the Janus's position. Scramble our GM Aquas to engage the mobile suits alongside the Ardent. Keep an eye out for enemy mobile armor." Sweat formed on Gerard's brow. He shouldn't have had that drink before the battle. The report was accurate. The moment the EF's Jet Core's fired upon the Dopps, a pair of Acguy suits emerged from underneath the Janus, destroying the forward and aft starboard hulls. The marines on board quickly responded, firing what infantry bazookas they could find at the aquatic units. The explosions missed, but forced the Acguys to delay but a moment. That moment was all it took for the several dozen Don Escargots to patrolling the fleet to eradicate both units in a hail of cannon fire and explosive ordinance. Beneath the waves, a lone Acguy remained hidden, relying on a Prober that had somehow gone unnoticed to guide it past the patrols of Don Escargots that had claimed its partners. The Acguy rose to the surface to land another shot on the Janus from the port side, ensuring its demise. Before the Don Escargots could fire, a pair of torpedoes found the front and rear sides of the Acguy unit, claiming its pilot. Both GM Aquas surfaced in front of the Prober, the unarmed boat forced to surrender. The Dom Tropen had successfully drawn the ire of the Jet Core Boosters. Despite the Admiral's orders, the Dopp managed to slip past its pursuit thanks to the barrage of machinegun fire provided by the 3 mobile suits. Now, all 4 Zeon units were on a full retreat, firing blindly backwards until they reached the safety of Kimberlite. "Air and Sea control confirmed. Remaining Zeon forces on full retreat. Should we pursue?" Alexi asked his admiral. "No. Have the Dishes track their movements, so we can confirm if the report of a base in the area was accurate. Deploy some marines and to establish a base on the shore so we can properly see to the Janus's repairs. Keep the rest of our forces on high-alert until they are complete. I believe I shall retire for the evening. Please keep me posted, Alexi." Gerard rose from his seat as he gave the orders. He needed a moment to compose himself, away from the crew. Now he remembered why he stopped drinking after the war. Earth Federation Victory
The only sound to be heard is the gentle lapping of the sea on the coast of the Arabian peninsula. Slowly the sound of a howling wind grows louder. The howling wind becomes a typhoon and soon it reaches a pitch that is definitely man-made. The howl becomes a roar as the jet turbines of Medea and smaller tactical aircraft assaulted the airspace over Arabia. Metal titans crash upon the Earth before fanning out in different directions. High above them, the gleaming hull of the Albion shines brightly under the brillant sun. "Ensure that ALL mobile suit teams maintain VIGILANCE along the coastline," barked Captain Melendez. "The moment we get a lock on them, we'll commence the bombardment and torpedo attack!" On the ground, Captain Aleksander Dolvich and his GP00 Blossom led the way. "I need someone to take positions along the crests of these hills!" Sergeant Rem Hace's Powered GM heaves the 360mm bazooka, ready for payback for the humiliation in Australia. Not too far away, the GP01 and it's rockstar-aspiring pilot Sergeant Link Rocz casts a surveying eye across the waterline. The Beam Rifle sat in the GP01's hands at the ready. Aircraft swarmed the area and it is the Dish aircraft that gave everyone the news they were waiting for. "Herr Captain, transmission broadcasts have risen shortly before the scattering of Minovsky Particles." "Thank you ensign," replied Capain Marina Nimue," maintain our depth at ten meters. Ahead ten knots." "Aye, helm is holding depth at ten meters. Speed is at ten knots on bearing 0-8-7." The petite captain turns her head. "Weps, standby on Minovsky warheads and Freeze Yard on my mark." "Yes sir, we have a solid sensor contact offshore." "Hmmm, a bit farther out then expected," mused Captain Melendez," but still close enough to offload GP02. Are there any signs of activity?" "No sir, they are slowly approaching land- Sir! Target is picking up speed and is changing course... they're headed back out to sea!" "Blasted! Launch our torpedoes! Have the Dish guide them in!" Two dozen or so splashes signal the entry of torpedoes in the water. Their seeker packages sent them chasing the Pendragon. On the Dish aircraft above, the technicans watch as the torpedoes race towards their last sensor contact. Suddenly, an alarm rang. "Underwater launch alert!" someone called out. Sure enough, missiles from the Pendragon broke the surface of the water. Rather than arcing towards land to strike the forces there, the missiles exploded harmlessy while releasing a massive saturation of Minovsky Particles. Beneath the waves, the Pendragon's countermeasures came to effect. Freeze Yard rounds release their sticky substances. The eager torpedoes found themselves stuck in the mess as the Mad Angler gently escapes to deeper waters. Back on land, both the GP00, Powered GM, and GP01 watch as the world became quiet again. After a few minutes of silence later, they turn to look at each other. "Now what?" all three of them asks.  Draw
• Aleksander Dolvich The 3rd: 1 VP gained, No Damage • Link Rocz: 1 VP gained, No Damage • Rem Hace: 1 VP gained, No Damage • Gene Krabbbe: 1 VP gained, No Damage |