Frenzy
ZMF Officer 
Commander
Could be Ramsus.
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Post by Frenzy on Oct 21, 2011 19:06:21 GMT -5
For Seglinde,
For what seemed like the fiftieth time, Banks's hands tightened around the railing, knuckles going white as he stared at the GP-02's face. He knew it was their machine now, but the face still brought bad memories to the surface, from A Baoa Qu. The last time he'd been so close to a Gundam, his beam saber had been inches from going through the cockpit and ending the pilot's life, only to be called off at the last second. He knew it wouldn't have mattered if he'd killed the pilot - Florian had been dead either way, but it would've brought some closure to the matter. He still felt like he could've reacted quicker, moved faster...saved the kid's life. Florian had been a good kid caught up in bad circumstances - he hadn't deserved to die like a common grunt.
I'm sorry this took so long to get back to you, but the running around I did kept me from responding sooner. The tension's pretty normal for long operations like this. I never quite got used to it myself, but it's something we need to deal with. I've found a good way to releive stress to be writing or listening to some music. It will at least take your mind off of things for a while.
In a way, Banks thought that was why he'd thrown his lot in with Delaz instead of resigning or taking a job in the Republic's defense force - he somehow could make up for the mistakes he'd made during the war. That...and the world just wasn't the way he would've liked it to be. The Federation had slipped back into its old bad habits, despite being slapped in the face with proof that the colonies could only take so much before they rebelled. Hell, they hadn't even seemed to have learned about using ships capable of carrying mobile suits, if the fleet they'd fought in orbit had been a good sign. He hated feeling like some emo kid, but it was hard to maintain good cheer when you were a fugitive. Delaz's speech had stung slightly, though. Veronica wasn't a traitor by any stretch - if anything, she'd saved Side 3 from being used as target practice by a large number of very likely vengeful Federation. Plus, she'd had a family to take care of, so despite everything, he couldn't blame her for what he did. Either way, the die had been cast, so it wasn't like they could issue a retraction, and Knight's gambit with the ZRP could endanger the idea he had of contacting Veronica once everything was over with to surrender to the Republic along with Seglinde.
I can't blame people for being nervous about the Feddies finding us, though. We have nowhere to really go if we're found except making a run for Axis, and that would take months. I apologize if this is blunt, but I've found honesty is often best. We'll hopefully manage to survive - I'm going to be getting in contact with an old friend of mine soon - once this is over, you, your mother and myself will hopefully getting out of this alive.
He had a few letters he needed to return to her, but with all the running around they'd been doing, he hadn't gotten much of a chance to do it yet. He'd make sure to once he saw her - they were in his pocket right then. Banks had also been meaning to talk to Gato, but the man had really changed over the last few years - he was almost a different man entirely. But the same could be said of most of them - the human mind really wasn't wired to endure close contact with the same people for years on end like this.
Good Fortune to you,
Banks.
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Draco
Rogue 
Anaheim Electronics Employee
Anaheim Hitman
Posts: 1,240
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Post by Draco on Oct 21, 2011 17:29:55 GMT -5
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Gray
EFF Officer 
Colonel
I admit; I'm impressed
Posts: 1,005
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Post by Gray on Oct 21, 2011 15:51:52 GMT -5
One Dimensional Thinking
Space is an ocean.
Most ships sit on the "surface" but there's nothing besides fuel expenditures preventing them from "diving" or "rising" above the surface. It was such a strange concept!
Colonel Belanie Reece sat with her stocking covered legs crossed in the shade of some ancient tree. Her dress uniform was immaculate, and as there always seemed to be, a pleasent smile was adorning her young face. She had a number of plastic pieces arranged in the grass before her. The vast majority were replicas of Zeonic designs: Musais, Zanzibars, Chivvays, and even a single rare Gwazine. Each one was red and fearsome. Arranged against them was a much more modest assortment of Federation designs: Columbus, Salamis, Magellan, and a prized Pegasus-class model.
The simple design of the pieces failed to signify the immense weight each one held. If the blues failed to stop the reds, it was over. The unit that Belanie had lied to the public about would unleash its weapon upon the Naval Review. In an instant, the scarecrow would be set aflame and the fields would become open to plunder. "How sad," Belanie thought without letting her cheerful expression falter.
Her delicate fingers set to work dividing the blues into four seperate groups. She ignored the nagging thought in the back of her mind that division in the face of such odds would likely result in each and every vessel being sunk. When she was done with the blues, she cast her gaze back to the pile of reds. Her mind set to work coming up with an attack plan for them.
Open up with a salvo? Goodness no! The point of attacking the Naval Review was to cause as much damage to the assembled vessels as possible. A salvo into the neat parade lines would likely cause the vessels to begin moving out of the area. That wouldn't do at all. The insurgents suffered an estimated 1 to 3 disparity when it came to fighting vessels and those numbers included a potential revolt from the Side 3 Defense Fleet and the joining of the Axis Fleet. Their best chance here was to have the GP02 unleash its monstrous weapon while the Review was taking place as normal.
A girlish laugh escaped Belanie's throat as she thought about the absurdity of it all. Why was she trying to guess what was going on in the heads of rabid dogs? She had been assigned to the GP03 specifically because she was adept at putting dogs down. To be fair, they were simulated dogs but a dog was still a dog. They only knew what their masters had taught them.
A cat though was very different type of creature. It watched, waited, and used diversions to get what it wanted. That was the mind that Belanie truly needed to counter.
With this in mind, she deployed the reds against the blues. The first turn saw the blue line stand firm in the face of the red ocean. The second, however, saw the removal of the Columbus and Salamis from play area. Next came the Magellan which left the Pegasus-class alone amongst the reds. The smile on the woman's face actually grew as the battle between the Albion's Gundam units and the Delaz forces played out in her mind...
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Post by Spade on Oct 21, 2011 15:48:19 GMT -5
Loaction: Hangar Bay, PO Tanner's Rick Dom II
Time: 15:39
"Man, oh man. Shit is just HITTING the fan ever since Admiral Delaz opened up his mouth!" Jay said with a laugh, tinkering with firing solutions in his mobile suit's computer.
Other mechanics were abuzz in the hangar, as well. They all had their jobs to do, all just as important as the other. One would describe the scene similar to that of a beehive, or an ant hill. All the workers just buzzing around in an almost seemingly chaotically controlled way.
"I mean, we haven't gotten any immediate orders yet, but still. I guess this has been the most serious news we've gotten for a while now. It's usually just downtime and routine checks!" he said to himself, shaking his head.
Jay stood up, hitting his head on the open cockpit latch, "Ow! Shit!..." he cried out, rubbing the top of his head. Ignoring the immediate pain, he closed a circuit panel and got up, swiveling himself over into the pilot's chair. There, he made sure everything was connected properly after his little tune-up.
"Should be good to go when they need me. MAN! I cannot wait! I cannot wait to debut once again as a soldier of Zeon! I hope my parents and Captain Alfred are watching! You guys need to see what I've become! See all the shit I can do!" he yelled, almost, as he clenched his fists, "YEAH! I just cannot contain all this pent up energy! Something needs to happen soon. Me and this big guy have a lot of work ahead of us, don't we?" Jay finished, patting the armrest.
All the while Jay was talking to himself, Erin came up to the open cockpit hatch and peeked inside, "Jay? There you are," she smiled, crouching down in front of him, "How are things going over here?"
"Great! I've done some modifications to the firing algorithm with the Rick Dom II's bazooka so it should hit more targets instead of a whiff," he finished, giving her a thumbs up.
She laughed at him, "That's all you've done? I think you spend more time talking to yourself sometimes than actually getting anything done,"
"What!? No I don't! I got way more done than just that! I also corrected the error in the system where the Rick Dom II was using more fuel than needed in its maneuvers. So that should help conserve a bit. I did enough! You can check the system logs if you'd like, Miss Know-it-all," he rolled his eyes at Erin.
Erin grinned and leaned over inside the cockpit, her forehead touching his and softly whispered to him, "You're damned right I know it all. You would have been left behind ages ago as fodder to the gundams if it wasn't for my help," she grinned, "It's good to hear that you understand your place," she winked, pulling back from him, "Anyways! I was just wanting to check up on you, sunshine! Don't overwork yourself! We'll need ya in tip-top shape, especially me!" she said waving, giving him a wink before she left.
"Oh man... So scary, yet so alluring at the same time... Damn! Am I a sub?" Jay shook his head and laughed, "We'll see!... Wait..." it just hit him as he realized what she said before she left, "Damn it! She always does that to me! Why am I so dense! I never notice her hidden messages until its too late!" he grumbled as he held his head with his hands, "Ahhhh! I better not be this slow on the battlefield!"
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Post by Ketara on Oct 21, 2011 11:06:23 GMT -5
Zepp: Not in error. PM me about your recent actions they confuse me.
Draco: Was already updated like that. Reload pages.
Frenzy: Fixed.
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Post by Cid on Oct 21, 2011 9:55:14 GMT -5
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Post by Cid on Oct 21, 2011 9:49:50 GMT -5
HULLO,
As I am about 10 years behind in hand-held gaming technology and still have a Gameboy Advance SP, I've found that it is hard to find games for said device. So I am posting here in the off-chance one of you has what I wantsss.
What Cid is looking for:
- Another GBA (or GBA SP) to tradez Pokemanz and catch them all
- Pokemon FireRed (see: catch them all)
- Final Fantasy Tactics Advance
- Maybe another GBA game, who knows
So if any of you fine gents or gentesses find yourself in possession of aforementioned objects, and would either like to make some dollars or donate them to the Cid Relief Fund (or short/long term loan?), let me know!
All the Pokeman-starved Cid's in the world thank you for your generosity.
Cid
CRF Co-Founder President
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Frenzy
ZMF Officer
Commander
Could be Ramsus.
Posts: 2,152
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Post by Frenzy on Oct 21, 2011 5:37:22 GMT -5
PC Name: Richard Banks
I seem to have 12 Dra Cs even though I only bought 6. Unsure if this is an error or not.
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Draco
Rogue
Anaheim Electronics Employee
Anaheim Hitman
Posts: 1,240
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Post by Draco on Oct 21, 2011 1:35:14 GMT -5
PC Name: Jeremiah Black
Error: 800 SP wasn't removed from my inventory for the purchase of 8 x Luna Titanium. 25 SP wasn't added for my Forage action.
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Post by on Oct 21, 2011 0:17:52 GMT -5
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Post by Cid on Oct 20, 2011 21:46:01 GMT -5
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zepp
ZMF Officer
Lt. Commander
Tony Knight
Posts: 61
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Post by zepp on Oct 20, 2011 21:08:17 GMT -5
Kelly still in inventory, unsure if error.
Also, still marked as Captured, and did not move.
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Post by scarththegrim on Oct 20, 2011 19:20:21 GMT -5
Friday 10/20/11 = Burying a friend. Out of town.
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Post by Ketara on Oct 20, 2011 18:32:39 GMT -5
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Post by Spade on Oct 20, 2011 16:48:35 GMT -5
Location: CPO August's Bunk Room
Time: 17:22
Jay burst into the room, short of breath after running down the hallways, anxious to speak, "Did you... Did you hear?" he asked between breaths.
"Woah now, slow down. Catch yourself first," Erin said, wide-eyed and a little surprised by the outburst, "Now, did I hear what?"
Jay took in one last deep breath before plopping his rear down on the bed, "The declaration! Admiral Delaz just gave a speech exposing the Federation's development on the GP02's nuclear capabilities and declared war on the Federation! Shit's just hit the fan!"
"Oh, yeah, that. Yeah I did hear it. This is really serious, huh? I wonder if this is the right time to be throwing around declarations of war this early..." Erin said, shaking her head while resting her chin on one of her open palms.
Jay shrugged, "Well, look at it this way. Despite our lack in numbers, like the Federation, we have exposed to the public what the Federation has been doing behind the people's backs. I mean, there's a treaty in place to make sure no one uses nuclear weapons in combat, right? Well, I'm sure the people aren't too happy that the Federation, who brought about 'peace', is making those very same weapons they outlawed in the first place. It's hypocritical. No body likes a hypocrite. Despite it seeming soon, I think it is needed. This will probably unsettle the EFF and give our own troops a morale boost,"
"Yeah, I see what you mean. It kind of makes sense after you think about it a little. I guess I'm just worried, is all. You and I both saw what happened back at A Baoa Qu, after all," Erin said with a sigh.
Jay scoffed, "Yeah, yeah. You don't have to remind me about it. It was a train wreck! Think of it this way though, the EFF doesn't have the White Devil with them! When was the last time you heard of him since A Baoa Qu? Who knows if he's even still alive! That just means we have a good chance at this. The Federation is full of fresh meat, soldiers that have no idea what real combat is. Not like what we know. They haven't seen anything compared to what we've been through. Just have faith. Faith in your fellow soldiers, and more importantly, faith in me. I'll watch your back, you'll be safe. Promise!"
"I know you will. That's what makes me worry the most, though. The thought of anything happening to you out there makes me... Well, it makes me feel sick. I've lost mama and daddy, I don't want to lose you too," she finished as a sadness washed across her face, turning her head to look away from him.
Jay frowned, hoping that she'd be more cheerful after his little rant, "I'll be careful. I don't want to waste what your father has taught me. Between his guidance and what my parents passed down on to me, I'll be one-hundred percent A-OK! You can count on it! Even a Federation gundam won't have shit on me! My Rick Dom II has my back!" he said, standing from the bed and winking at her.
"You better keep those promises. I mean it too!" she said shaking her head, "I will never forgive you if you leave me alone. You can't do that to me," her eyes stared into his, showing the depth of how serious she was.
Nodding, Jay put his hands on her arms, "It'll be fine. Get some rest for me. We will become very busy soon enough and I want you fully rested. Who knows when we'll get a full night's sleep again, right?" he joked as he left her room, giving a wave goodbye.
Erin sighed, wiping a small tear that formed in the corner of her eye as he left, "Stupid..."
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