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"This is patrol charlie three, bearing 245 by 79. No contacts, over." Tony Hazasay sighed, his Gundam gliding across the void, its tiny frame juxtiposed by the enormous blue Earth not so very far away. "Patrol charlie two, contact at 129 by 300. Incoming CMC shuttle bound for Baikonour, IFF checks out." Ianto Kamina was equally bored. They had been out here for days now, making sure absolutely nothing went to Earth without their knowledge. "Patrol charlie one, about time for me to turn in. Yuka's covering me right?" Scott Archer let out a long and obnoxious yawn. He'd been on patrol for the last 12 hours, and was eager to get some shut eye. "Unicorn to charlie one, affirmative. You want to get some dinner before you head to bed?" The comm officer giggled. Archer woke up for a moment. This one sounded hot. Really hot. The Earth Orbit Defense fleet and Invincible 7th fleet had been placed in geosynchronous orbit around Africa, tasked to watch for anything coming or going from Kimberlite or the Arabian peninsula. The orbit defense fleet had been placed in high orbit, watching for any incoming craft, while Alexander Burtons ships were in a lower orbit, expending fuel to keep afloat in the upper atmosphere while they watched for anything leaving Africa. With any luck, their blockade would be able to catch the GP02 before it had a chance to do any damage. Burton was a no nonsense man, and had his forces spread out in the most efficient way they could, with Saberfish patrols zipping about in teams of two, GMs and Balls kept in reserve. They had been working round the clock, and everybody was getting a little weary. Everybody except for Burton, it seemed like no amount of effort could dissuade the Polaris's captain from strictly following orders and protocol. On the defense fleets side things were a little bit more lax. These guys did this job constantly, always patrolling Earth for new threats. Yuka Kazami ducked under a pair of ensigns as she went to her mobile suit, smiling at them on the outside while cursing at them inwardly. All this hectic bustling around with nothing to say for it got on her nerves, and she was itching for an opportunity to show it. This was how it had been for hours and hours. There had been a Zanzibar sighting here, an HLV trying to escape orbit there, but nothing as of recently had warned them for the major Zeon operation coming their way. Sieglinde's heart was racing. She had never been this close to the Earth before. It felt strange. Alive, it felt alive. She could not really isolate the individual minds of people on the surface, not from this distance, but she could feel that there were millions of them down there. Billions of them. It was not unlike the hustle and bustle of a space colony or a lunar city, but magnified over and over again until the entire thing was one giant mass of emotion. It hurt a little. She tried not to focus on it. She looked at the Bigro's control panels, a place where she typically felt safe and secure. The Cima fleet was uneasy too, they had a strange way of doing things. Something about them just wasn't right. Garahau was a hard woman to read, even for her. Sieglinde sighed, trying to keep her focus on the task at hand. She felt a familiar face, and looked down at the floor of the Bigro's cockpit, as if she could see straight through it. Still a ways away, the Gerbera Tetra slowly flew into formation with the rest of the fleet, Banks making his mobile suit give a salute to the Cleopatra. "The Augusta is away maam. We're ready for the operation." Banks said. He was curt and concise, sparing little time for idle conversation these days. "Excellent. Mr. Schutzstaffel, your team can depart now." Cima chuckled, eager to have that bastard Caine away from her fleet. "That's Obersturmbannfuhrer, Captain." Orin grunted curtly, taking a relaxing blow of a cigar. It had been a point of contention on the Cleopatra as to who the ranking officer actually was for some time. Protocols said that in times of war Schutzstaffel members were effectively one rank higher than their listed rank, which would mean Caine outranked Garahau. However, this was not technically a time of war, and Cima's fleet was Cima's fleet, and her men clearly had loyalty to her. So while Garahau was commanding the operation, Caine did feel, perhaps rightly so, that he should have been in charge. The loss of the Katarl and Kratos under Cima's command had done little to convince him otherwise. Marina had reported the entire ordeal directly to Orins ears. Regardless of who was commanding whom, the Val Varo and two Shackles, each carrying a pair of high speed mobile suits, began making their way towards a lower orbit. Valeria Lanzo Berger and Gabriel Faust would be assisting Caine in his part of the operation, while their recon Zaku had a different and extremely important mission. Both Berger and Fausts minds were elsewhere at the moment, both of them having recently gotten news from Side 3. But they soon snapped out of it, as the two Shackles began to heat up, the group dropping carefully into the planets upper atmosphere. "It's gonna take a lot of fuel to keep up maneuvers in this mess." Gabriel said curtly, wondering if he should have brought the external tanks instead of the panzer fausts. The Gelgoog Jeager began to shake a little, and he could feel gravity begin tugging at his legs. He let out a long, deep breath, trying to shake images of his wife out of his mind. Now was not the time. Valeria was a little disappointed at the locale of the battlefield, even though it couldn't be helped. Burning up in lower orbit was a horrible way to die. There was no honor in that. She looked down at the blue horizon below her, the group now over the Pacific Ocean as they flew towards an orbit above Africa. After a few minutes the two Gelgoogs broke away, grabbing on to the Val Varo to conserve fuel while the Shackles and the Zaku II E dropped even lower, the two groups veering away from each other. Around the same time the ships of the Cima fleet did 180 degree turns, and began a heavy thruster burn to stop their current trajectory and begin flying on the opposite direction. An informant in the EFSF had allowed them to keep perfectly opposite to the EFSF's orbital trajectory, blocking them completely from any Federation sensors. All they had to do to engage the Federation fleet in a direct battle was simply turn around. "Captain, Fish patrol seven just caught site of the enemy. It's an entire Zeon fleet, sir." The babe comm operator looked at the Unicorns captain with worry. "So they've finally made their move. Where were they hiding all this time?" The man slammed his fist against an armrest, sitting angrily in his chair. "Looks like they were opposite the planet sir, no way we could have detected them this bunched together." The babe responded. The captain grumbled. "Foiled again. Alright, raise particle density and inform Burtons fleet. Recall all patrols and have all our units prep for launch. Gunnery, get me a firing solution on the enemy ships ASAP." Far away from the battlefield, Archer, Hazasay and Kamina were dismayed when they got the news. "What, they're attacking from the planet?" Kamina was surprised. All this time they'd been patrolling the area between Earth and Side 5, expecting an attack coming from that direction. "There's no way we'll make it back in time." Hazasay responded. M Particle density in the area of the orbital fleet was rising rapidly, soon they wouldn't even be able to contact the fleet. "Archer, you were already on your way back, the Core Booster can make it in time can't it?" Tony asked as he turned the Gundam Hazel and burst towards the Earth. "Right in time to save the day, natch." Scott chuckled, hitting another engine burn and picking up speed on his way towards the enemy fleet. Below the orbital fleet, the Polaris's sensor officer picked up a rather large bogey heading towards their positions. "Sir, I'm getting something on radar. It's faint on our end but it doesn't look like any interference is coming from their end, I see a Zeon mobile armor and two escort mobile suits." "Attacking from under their fleets particle field eh? Bad news for them." Burton looked out at the horizon. Above them the flashes of mega particles and explosions of long range missiles had just started, lighting up the black sky, while below them was a gorgeous horizon of endless blue, lapping up at the shores of mighty Africa. Alexander had planned to catch the Cima fleet in a crossfire from below, but an incoming mobile armor meant they had to change strategies. Burton picked up the phone that served as the inter ship comm, hitting the button for the gunnery departments. "Aim all cannon turrets towards the enemy mobile armor and load micromissile rockets in tubes three through eight. Anti-ship rounds target the enemy armor and the micromissiles at the enemy mobile suits. I want those missiles away before the enemy enters our particle field. A salvo of mega particles tore towards the Val Varo and the two Gelgoogs, which broke off in multiple directions to dodge the shots. Despite its anti beam coated armor, a direct hit from a Magellan cannon would still cripple Caines mobile armor, but at this speed he had an easy time dodging fire from a single ship. It was the rockets that worried him, the eight missiles exhaust clearly visible as they curved towards his attack group. "I'm reading a missile lock. They're tracking us!" Valeria exclaimed, looking at her instruments. They weren't in the enemis particle field just yet, making the rockets much deadlier than they would be in a conventional battle. To make matters worse, six of the eight warheads opened up, delivering dozens of smaller rockets towards the two Gelgoogs. "Shit. Scatter!" Gabriel tried to madly gain altitude in the Gelgoog Jeager, firing his beam machinegun at the incoming cloud of missiles. Several of the rounds were hit and exploded prematurely, but for every missile he destroyed it seemed another three were headed straight for him. Valeria moved likewise, firing off beam machinegun and machinecannon rounds into the rockets. She wished she hadn't packed so heavy for this battle, finding her suits maneuverability not quite what she was normally used to. A number of missiles struck the Gelgoog Commander, tearing off its left leg and right arm and leaving Valeria shaken and bruised. Gabriel had better luck at evading and shooting down the warheads, but one freak round struck one of the panzer fausts strapped to his units right leg directly, detonating the anti-ship warhead. This singular explosion sent the Gelgoog Jeager spinning off course, badly in need of immediate repair. "Orin, we have to back off. Any more damage and we won't be able to break orbit." Gabriel said, biting his lip. They were supposed to be escorting the Val Varo, not get swatted down like flies. "Hmph. Fine, head back to the Pazock, I'll keep them busy." Orin said, eyes glued to the two anti ship rockets headed his way. The Val Varo flipped around, pointing its underside at the large warheads and firing his AA beam guns at them. Both rockets exploded prematurely, the Val Varo dodging another M Particle salvo and flying at a breakneck pace into the enemies particle field. The Magellan II kept firing, but its large turrets simply could not track the Val Varo fast enough. Balls, Saberfish and GMs scrambled to form a defensive perimeter, but they found their mobile suits sluggish and not responding within expected parameters, the green pilots unable to compensate for the strains and pressures of a lower orbit battle. "Better not push my luck, one pass is probably enough." Caine said to himself as he watched the defenses scramble to get into position. A flotilla of AA shells from the Polaris struck his armor as he shot straight past it, but the 105mm rounds were not enough to disable the Val Varo. Aiming towards the Columbus II class Defiant, the beaklike nose of the red mobile armor opened up, a giant jet of superhot energy blasting a hole straight through the exact center of the ship. The Columbus exploded magnificently, Caine taking a puff of his cigar as he zoomed off into the distance. There was no way any of the Federal units would be able to catch him. "Captain, it's no use, they're breaking through in all sectors." The babe comm officer was worried now. The Cima fleet was bearing down on them, forcing them into a lower orbit. AA guns blasted wildly, catching the random Zaku and keeping mobile suits away from the capital ships, but ineffective to a large degree. Gelgoogs flitted in and out, dancing the lead with GMs and Balls in concert, beam rifles taking down target after target. Cima remained aboard the Cleopatra, deciding her own launch was unnecessary. Instead she watched amused, sitting in her siberian white tiger rugged chair, liesurely watching with a hand resting on one fist. The Gelgoog Jeager descended on the Africa, clearly too fast for its guns to track. Banks unloaded his beam machinegun into the stern of the ship, destroying its engines in one pass. Turning his suit around he aimed for the bridge, but found that he'd drifted more than he'd realized and no longer had a good firing solution. A GM II descended on him from above, a lucky shot hitting Banks beam machinegun and destroying it. "Is he offering himself?" Banks mused, launching towards the GM. The Gerbera Tetra grabbed it by the face with one arm, the other punching its torso while machinecannons tore the flimsy Federation mobile suit asunder. Mega Particle Cannons blasted between both sides, the ships so close now that they were easily raking each other. The Zeon ships took heavy damage, but the Powerful and the fleets support ship compliment had already been destroyed, the Africa sinking fast into the lower atmosphere. "Don't attack that one, let it burn up." Cima said, laughing. The Salamis's large escape capsule launched, headed en route for Kilimanjaro. "I have a firing solution ma'am. Should I?" The Cleopatras gunnery officer asked. "No, let them go." Cima answered. In another section of the battlefield, Hugo Chapman and Sieglinde were descending on the Unicorn, the lone remaining Federation warship. The Bigro's powerful beam cannon sliced the already badly damaged ship in two, rings of explosions veering along its deck from both sides until it was nothing but a charred corpse. Mercia was sweating and breathing heavily, not used to this much destruction so close to so many people. The ships destroyed, she blasted away from the battlefield, trying to collect herself before returning for the ship. "Well, looks like a mission accomplished." Chapman said, discarding one of the Kampfers bazookas. He didn't even see the GM Custom descend on him, the suit slamming quite a dent into the Kampfers head with its shield, beam saber already drawn. Hugo reached out with the shotgun he was weilding in the Kampfers offhand, but a beam saber came slicing down, cutting the weapon in two. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" Yuka yelled, slamming her GMs shield into the Kampfer again. Her beam saber tore off the Zeonic suits left arm, but Hugo was able to use his units powerful thrusters to gain some breathing room, firing with his vulcans and pulling out his own beam saber. The two units clashed, beam sabers sliding across each other and flaring as their I-fields pressed against each other. The Kampfer tried to break away again but this time the GM Custom grabbed onto it by the head antenna array, Yuka dropping altitude along with her foe and locked in a deadly melee. After a few seconds the antenna snapped, but before the Duchy unit could get away the crazen Federation pilot twisted her unit sideways, kicking the Kampfer in the chest and causing Hugo to bounce around in the cockpit. He was still dazed from the sudden attack. "DIE!" Kazami yelled, drawing her beam rifle and aiming it towards the Kampfer. She barely saw the three Zakus hurtling towards her and moved her shield to block in the last moment. Absorbing a hellacious volley of 120mm shells, her GM was cut up to a terrible degree, and she started falling towards the planet. "Jesus, where did she come from." Hugo muttered. He started to turn and go away when a final beam rifle shot from Kazami narrowly missed the side of his mobile suit, melting away its exterior armor on the right side. All around the battlefield Zeon was cleaning up. The Federation ships had all been destroyed, and all that was left were small pockets of mobile suit resistance, flotsam quickly descending. It would burn up within the atmosphere in no more than an hour, leaving no trace that a battle had ever occured. Cima ordered her ships to descend on the Polaris, which was still very much alive and underneath them. If left unchecked Burtons ship could pose a dangerous threat, as most Federation vessels were extremely powerful at firing at vertical angles. It was then that pink beams descended from above the fleet, tearing into the Nassau. Zeonic MS looked up to see a single combat fighter barreling down on them, a group of mobile suits not far behind. The left engine of the Nassau was destroyed, then the mobile suit deck, Scott Archer narrowly missing the bridge before zipping past the Musai and joining the battlefield. "Crap there's too much going on... There's Kazami's GM, it looks pretty bad." Scott grumbled, but he always had to help a lady in distress, even if she was the crazy type. Using his fighters superior speed he caught up to the falling Kazami, who discarded her equipment and grabbed on to the fighter for dear life. With any luck their combined thrust would allow them to break orbit. The Nassau was smoldering now, its engine on fire and trailing a quite visible cloud of black smoke, and it was losing altitude fast. This was enough for the Polaris to lock onto, and Alexander ordered a full volley straight into the ship. The Nassau crumpled under the weight of a Magellan II's full broadside, in one round becoming more a shell than a warship. There would not be enough of the vessel left to salvage. "Maam, we've confirmed enemy reinforcements, one of them is a Gundam type." Cima growled, fanning herself with an ornate black fan before closing it and slapping her chair with it. "Our orders were only to retrieve Gato, not battle the entire fucking Federation. Lets get out of here." And as soon as they had attacked the Cima Fleet withdrew, the death of the Nassau and coming presence of Hazasay's Gundam scaring them off. There were few survivors however, a handful of badly damaged GMs and Saberfish. What was once a strong Federation presence in orbit was now merely the Polaris and the Voyager. Haulks Dom Funf and the GP02 exited the HLV quickly. It was a large target, and would easily be caught by the Federation even despite the attack. However, they had made it high enough, and had not been detected due to the battle above. A pair of Shackles escorted by a Zaku II E awaited them. "Typical of the Federation. We hide in plain sight and attack while they're expecting it and they still lose. I wonder how we lost the war." Gato laughed, his cumbersome Gundam barely fitting on the Shackles back. The two red subflights blasted off along a low orbital trajectory, where they would rendezvous with the fleet later at an undisclosed location. The GP02 Gundam Physalis had successfully made it to space.  Zeon Victory
• Hugo Chapman - 7VP Gained, Repairing 4, Injured 1 • Richard Banks - 6VP Gained, Repairing 2 • Sieglinde Mercia - 6VP Gained, Repairing 2, Fatigued 1 • Orin Caine - 7VP Gained, Repairing 3 • Valeria Lanzo Bergier - 6VP Gained, Repairing 5 • Gabriel Faust - 6VP Gained, Repairing 4, Injured 2 • Alexander Burton - 4VP Gained, Fatigued 1 • Scott Archer - 4VP Gained, Repairing 1, Fatigued 2 • Yuka Kazami - 5VP Gained, Repairing 4 • Tony Hazasay - 1VP Gained, No Damage • Ianto Kamina - 1VP Gained, No Damage Earth Orbit. A slim region that defines where the planet Earth ends and the vastness of space begins. Every journey to and from the stars must pass through here. For a government as large as the Earth Federation, knowing who enters and passes through Earth Orbit is a matter of national security. Five sparkles skims the surface of Earth's atmosphere in expert formation. The golden emblem of the Earth Federal Forces stood out on their fuselage as the four Flydart and one Flymouse aircraft continue their patrol. "Dirty Bird, this is Goose Lead. Got anything on the scopes?" "I have a sensor return at bearing 0-9-4 mark 35 range 300." "Roger, bearing 0-9-4 mark 35 range 300. Goose squad, rolling over." The four interceptors adjusts their rocket engines as they rose to meet the intruder. The recon Flatmouse follows seconds later. "Goose Lead, this is Goose Three. I have eyes on the boogie." "Roger that, what do you see?" "Frieghter looks like. Getting some comm chatter off it." "What they saying?" "They're making a course correction for reentry. Cargo ship, looks like." "Okay, we'll give them a couple of passes before heading back." Inside the frieghter, the four men in the cramped bridge stare out the forward windows. "I can see them now. Coming up on the starboard side." The man seated next to him turns towards the hatch. "Hey! Get Jonesy to the turret and have Adams stand by to eject the containers. We're going to let them come in a bit more..." "Yo! They're coming in at combat speed. They're going to pass us in 5... 4.. 3.." "Blow the containers!" It was a peculiar sight to the Flydart pilots as they zoomed pass the slow cargo ship. Some of the freight containers came loose and one of the pilots was about to warn the frieghter's crew, when 90mm rounds ate the Flydart whole. The four Zaku II F2s shedded the rest of the container panels as they went after the Federal fighters. The Flatmouse tried to gain altitude in order to warn the EFF Earth Orbital Defense Fleet, but it was vaporized by the unexpected beam cannon from the Augustus. Swarms of rockets and tracer fire soon blossom brightly. It's so quiet in Earth Orbit. Which suits Petty Officer First Class Richard Pelkan just fine. The Galbady Beta lazily flew this sector of Earth Orbit. Pelkan taps a few keys on a console here and there but was content with the same results. Nothing. Pelkan recalls all the lucky breaks he got ever since he enlisted: being recalled to the real lines, being out of the path of the Solar System, etc. Now all he needs to do is look for some Zeon remnants within the safe confines of the Earth Orbital Defense Fleet looking over him. "Eh?" wonders Pelkam outloud. There was some bright flashes in the far distance. Weapons fire, realized Pelkam as he zooms in his magnifcation. It's combat. Suddenly a ball of fire came flying at him. A Flydart, burning like a funeral pyre, flew within a hundred meters of Pelkan and exploded. Pelkan just sort of stared at the wreckage until he noticed the trademark monoeye of a Zaku II. The Galbady Beta pilot kicks it into high gear as he lifts his beam rifle. Bursts of machinegun fire trails the EF unit while Pelkan lines up his shot. Suddenly, the Galbady Beta shook heavily as a Zaku Bazooka round exploded close to him. Pelkan clutched his teeth as he let the shockwave tumble his mobile suit. The Galbady Beta then fires its AMBAC thrusters at the last moment, allowing Pelkan to sight his latest attacker. Streaks of beam fire spills into the darkness of space. A moment later, a burst of light and flame as the shots found their mark. Pelkan immediately shifts his attention trying to look for the other Zaku IIs. A wall of 90mm rounds found him instead and Pelkan backs his Galbady Beta out of the way. When Pelkan was able to survey his surroundings, he saw three light sparkles moving away. But they are already out of his range right now and given the fact that those were Zaku IIs, Pelkan can consider his mission to find Zeon remnants successful. Zeon Victory
• Richard Pelkan: 6 VP gained, Repairing 2 "Alright. This should be far enough." Jeremiah called a halt to his little group outside Von Braun City. "Don't want the touchy Lunar government laying any more sanctions against Anaheim or the Feddie government, now do we?" Jeremiah turned to face his opponents, Redan Hsoudrak and Luke Forte. Redan's Gyan brandished its shotgun. "Not my concern." Redan replied. "Wh... where's Luke?" Jeremiah stuttered, his GM Quel looking back and forth for the missing combatant. "Hiding in a hole about 100 meters back." Redan's Gyan motioned with its left hand to a small GM head just visible over the cusp of a lunar crater. "Well. Guess we can get started." Jeremiah shrugged and started the automated timer. Both the Gyan and GM Quel remained motionless. Back in his hole, Luke's GM Custom stayed quiet as well, a 90mm rifle concealed under its legs. A full minute passed, still not a shot fired. "We... started, you know. You can go shoot Luke now." Jeremiah muttered over the comm. "I'm not about to turn my back to you. You go shoot Luke." Redan replied dejectedly. "Well, I'm not about to leave the safety of my hole to shoot either of you." Luke yelled back from his natural bunker. Another minute passed, and no movement still. "Well. Then..." Jeremiah shifted in his seat. "Indeed." Redan stretched his arms. "One of us is going to have to abandon their let-the-others-duke-it-out strategy." Jeremiah's GM Quel pointed to Luke's crater again. "Yes. One of us will." Redan's Gyan pointed to the hole as well. "If you two aren't going to fight anytime soon I'm going to go get a soda!" Luke yelled again, for some reason unaware distance didn't affect the volume of comm chatter. "This is just getting ridiculous? Tell you what. One former Zeek to another. Let's both go shoot the damn Feddie." Jeremiah offered. "I can live with that. Shake on it?" Redan's Gyan extended its arm, palm extended. "Shake on it." Jeremiah's GM Quel reached out and shook hands with the Gyan. "That doesn't look good." Luke whimpered. The two rogue units turned to face him. Luke finally revealed his 90mm rifle and began firing. The GM Quel and Gyan matched one another well in terms of speed, easily evading Luke's frantic rifle shots. The units reached Luke's crater at the same time, then came to a complete stop suddenly. Luke smiled, pegging a pair of grenades at the Gyan as he dove after the GM Quel with its saber. "I thought you agreed to charge with me!" Jeremiah and Redan cursed in unison, each having bet on letting the other fight and wear himself. Redan's Gyan raised its missile shield just in time to deflect the majority of the grenades' shrapnel, the explosion's impact still sending the suit crashing back into the Lunar soil. Jeremiah did not fair as lucky, the far more experienced and less fatigued Luke disarmed the GM Quel in one swing, its beam sabers cutting through the GM Quel's elbows and waist like butter. "So much for letting him wear you down." Redan mumbled. "Guess I should have expected that from an inexperienced salesman." Redan's Gyan rose back to its feet, kicking one of the GM Quel's severed hands out of its way. "Still in the hole!" Luke taunted, wiggling the GM Custom's finger at the Gyan before jumping back into another crater. "Fine. You want to play whack-a-mole? I've brought my own hammer." The Gyan cocked its shotgun. Redan tossed a grenade into the crater after Luke. The grenade popped into the air, tossed back by Luke, and exploded. The Gyan fired its shotgun into the cloud of smoke and shrapnel. "Shit. Think I hit him, but where did he go?" Redan mumbled, scanning the lunar horizon. Luke's tactic was an odd one, but effective, the moon had no shortage of holes in which to hide. The Gyan moved forward slowly. Redan had two advantages over Luke, close range combat and speed. Neither would help if Luke caught him by surprise. Luke fondled his last grenade in one hand, his 90mm rifle in the other. He knew as well as Redan he would have one chance at this. Luke peeked over the edge, waiting for Redan to look in the wrong direction. The moment his back was turned, Luke tossed his last grenade into an adjacent crater. An explosion! Redan turned to face it, firing his shotgun blindly. Luke smiled and fired his 90mm Rifle. The blast struck the back of the Gyan's head, punching straight through to the other side. The Gyan fell to its knees. "Guess that means I've won. Jeremiah, get that tugboat of yours to give us a lift back to town." Luke ordered. The Feddie began laughing when a blast rocked the entirety of his cockpit. Luke looked down, chunks of the GM's midsection lay scattered on the floor before him. "This isn't a simulator, we don't play by Gundam Fighter rules." Redan growled, his Gyan's unique face stretched outward, resembling a metal can opened from the inside. Luke's Gyan went limp and stumbled back into another of the moon's many craters.  Jeremiah Black Wins
• Jeremiah Black: 4VP Gained, Repairing 2-1 • Luke Forte: 5VP Gained, Repairing 2 • Redan Hsuodrak: 4VP Gained, Repairing 1 |