Chan
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Post by Chan on Oct 20, 2011 16:32:34 GMT -5
Sometime in 0083
Side 3, Zum City
Wu Mansion
Upper floors
It is slightly past midnight in thecolony known as Zum City. Businesses are mostly closed and the traffic will be light until the morning commute begins. While a small portion of the population is still up and about, most are sleeping. Those who still stir at this hour do so for their own regions.
The Wu Mansion. Residence to the Secretary of Defense and home to the owner of Wu Enterprises. Such a place is a target for mischief and dangers that threaten the security of the Republic of Zeon. As a result, a reinforced rifle company patrols the grounds.
A Zeon marine coughs softly and blinks against the lights of the skyline of Zum City. His canine companion took a sniff at the fence but didn't come away with anything more alarming than that pesky daschund intruding on his turf. The soldier shurgs and both continue their walk around the perimeter.
Above the soldier's head, a dark shadow passes by one of the windows in the mansion. It was there only for a moment and had the soldier been looking, he probably would have mistaken it for the curtains shifting. In the dark hallway, the dark shadow presses on. The person ignores the sounds of the staff downstairs as it turns down one particular hallway. Not a sound came from the person's footsteps as they put a hand on the big ornate door.
The door crack open slightly and softly. In the middle of the room, lies perhaps the most powerful woman in the Earth Sphere. Veronica Wu pleasantly slumbers in her bed, exhausted by her duties and responsibilities. On the coat rack hangs her service pistol in its holster. Further away in a drawer is her trusty P90 submachinegun and several hundred rounds of ammunition. All are out of reach of the sleeping middle-aged asian woman.
Silence persists for a few moments before the door closes softly. The dark shadow moves closer to the bed. Veronica shifts her weight like all sleeping people do, her head moving to find a cool spot on her pillow. The shadow stops at the edge of her bed and what it did next woke up Veronica.
"Mommy?"
Veronica's right eye flew open like the breech hatch on a howitzer. Her hand relaxes on the handle of the knife she keeps between her mattress and the headboard.
"...Hi Winny..." said the sleepy woman with a smile. Kid is turning into an infiltration agent...
"Mommy, I had a nightmare," confesses 9-year-old Winston.
"Ooooh, okay. Come here."
Veronica sat up and picks up her son to put on her lap. He even brought his blanket with him. She props some pillows up for her to lean against as Winston snuggles in next to her. Within a few minutes both mother and son are fast asleep.
Outside, the guards at the front gate shuffle their feet and yawn.
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Draco
Rogue 
Anaheim Electronics Employee
Anaheim Hitman
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Post by Draco on Oct 20, 2011 14:32:47 GMT -5
"Are we really doing this?" Graham said, straightening out his uniform.
"Yes, we really are." Nevada Noir answered making sure her hair looked alright.
Shortly after a second set of shuttles from Zeon had arrived and requested to join the cargo runs going between the moon and Side 3, that crazy bastard Jeremiah had ordered the crew of the Rum Runner to assemble in the bridge at 1500 hours in full uniform for some kind of meeting. The man in charge had been conspicuously absent and it was almost time for his meeting. Presumably it would have to do with the bold statement that Zeon admiral had recently made. War on the Federation indeed!
At 1505, the crew was assembled in the ship's bridge, growing slightly impatient with their superior when the hatch swung open. Jeremiah Black, in full, immaculate uniform entered the bridge, soliciting salutes.
"Officer on deck!" he announced, saluting himself as his dog floated into the bridge.
To the crew's surprise, the Welsh Corgi was also dressed in an amazing uniform and her fur seemed to shine and smelled like flowers. The little dog even had on a captain's hat.
"Crew, we are gathered here to honor one of our own. For her diligence and ability in negotiating our way through the Side 3 border, Anaheim Electronics has seen fit to formally organize our convoy into a fleet and, as a result, has promoted Captain Derpy Hooves to Admiral."
Jeremiah pulled a small box out of his jacket and opened it, revealing a bootleg copy of a Federation's admiral's insignia and a doggie treat. With great care, he pinned the insignia to his dog's jacket and scratched her ears.
"Who's a good admiral?" he cooed, giving her the treat. "Who's a good admiral?"
The other crew members rolled their eyes at the ridiculous sight, but said nothing. Some of them were even fond of Derpy Hooves but all were embarrassed to admitting a dog outranked them.
"Salute!"
The crew quickly saluted the admiral, who barked happily before floating back out of the bridge.
"Alright, now to the real discussion..." Jeremiah said, abruptly switching topics. "About the Delaz Fleet..."
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Post by zerodash0 on Oct 20, 2011 13:47:43 GMT -5
Rem was feelin' good, he'd just won a spar against Dolvich, proving(to himself at least) that rank had little to do with skill. He'd also just heard that Link Rocz had been thrown in the bridge. "Just what that little pervert-ninja needs." Rem thought with a smile.
Deciding he had to see this for himself, Rem wandered down to the brig and banged on the cell door where Link should be imprisoned. With a happy tone he said, "Don't feel bad, I heard they locked up Amuro Ray for less. You want me to call Mora, I'm sure they'd allow a conjugal visit. Huh? Whaddaya say?"
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Post by Cid on Oct 20, 2011 8:33:16 GMT -5
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Post by Ketara on Oct 20, 2011 2:09:59 GMT -5
October 25th, 0083
Terrorist leader Aiguille Delaz releases a propaganda message.
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Post by Ketara on Oct 20, 2011 2:08:50 GMT -5
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tylatz
EFF 
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Post by tylatz on Oct 19, 2011 19:36:16 GMT -5
Zero-G. Just say it. Go on. Feel the way it rolls off your tongue. Just the sound of it is thrilling. Zero-fucking-G. It was something that Link had always been fascinated with, being an Earther, but had never once experienced beyond simulations and free-falls. In his mine he always imagined it as the greatest thing feeling second only to sex and rock'n'roll. Maybe that is why he has such a bad habit of falling long distances? To imagine it was amazing, but to experience it?
“This is so fucking awesome,” Link exclaimed to himself while kicking himself across the hangar bay of the Albion. They had been in space for a couple of days now and the novelty of being weightless was still fresh despite Link bouncing around the entire ship like a super ball; once the space sickness wore off at least. He was even becoming proud of himself for his aerial acrobatics which he showed off with a slow spiraling flip that he landed almost perfectly on the cockpit hatch of the GM Cannon II that was brought in for servicing before the scheduled spar later that day. It was rather convenient that someone had decided to bring the mobile suit onto the Albion rather than one of the other ships making up the fleet. It was even brought in early enough that the crews would have time to make repairs overnight if needed, but since they weren't most of the crew was fast asleep. So convenient that one might even think a person tampered with the orders to make it so. Kind of like how an entire squad of Rangers were sent out to be blown to hell and back by Don Escargots by a commander that had no record of ever signing off on the order. Link grinned to himself as he popped the cockpit open, “strange how these things happen.”
Settled in the pilot's seat, Link wasted no time in putting into action all of the little things he had learned from Moya while aboard the Albion; to think that amazon bitch would be so useful. His window of opportunity was fragile at best and if he was spotted there would be a double check of all systems aboard the GM. Link couldn't have that happen. First he had to disable the communications bypass to prevent the pilot from blocking out transmissions unless he physically cut the cables. There were also the sensors, he couldn't completely disable them or make the fault too obvious, but he could tweak the calibration just enough to provide unreliable distance readings. Of course there wouldn't be much of an effect across short distances like that within a ship, but for long range weapons and leading a target the impact would be significant. He considered for a moment attempting to alter the alignment of the targeting sensors to place the reticule a set distance off. It wouldn't be too hard.
His thought was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the hangar bay, the unmistakeable sound of the ship doors opening and closing. The sabotage was quickly covered, hastened by a sudden rush of adrenaline flowing through Link's blood. A couple furtive glances into the hangar and he popped out of the cockpit, shutting it behind him. Snaking through the mobile suits filling the hangar he came to a stop ten meters above the door he heard open. He scanned the interior of the hangar, seeking whom had entered, but was unable to spot anyone in the dim expanse.
The door opened again and two mechanics floated into the bay, snapping Link out of his search for the mysterious entrant. Link launched himself down to the door, gliding along the wall out of sight of the pair. Silently he absorbed the impact with the flooring with one hand and pushed off through the door a second before it shut behind him. A toothy smile spread across his face when he regained his balance in an empty hallway. Link was going to win this spar.
“Looks like we're the first ones here again,” Rick commented to James as they ventured into the hangar, forgoing actually turning on the lights.
James, slightly ahead of Rick, spun to face his partner, a shady twinkle in his eye. He hummed agreement and brought himself to a halt to catch Rick in an intimate hug. “Just the two of us.”
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Post by Spade on Oct 19, 2011 12:56:37 GMT -5
Location: Tanner's Bunk Room
Time: 13:27
"So Jay... What do you think about Operation Stardust?" Erin asked, laying on the bed, playing with a small stuffed animal.
Jay spun his chair to the side, propping his feet up on the wall, "Stardust, huh? Well, honestly, I think it is good. It is our chance to prove that the Federation isn't as smart as they like to claim themselves to be. Take away a little bit of their people's support, you know?"
"I suppose. You don't think it's not too... Harsh, right?" Erin let out a little sigh for that moment, hugging her animal.
Blinking, Jay replied, "Harsh? Oh, well I guess it could be. Look at it this way, though. If we don't do anything at all, then the Federation will continue their antics and make things worse for everyone in the long run. I believe this will be a great step forward into achieving what we want! What will be good for everyone!"
"Yeah," Erin smiled, "You're probably right. I just needed that extra little reassurance from someone, you know, talking it out. That kind of thing. I knew I could count on you!" she finished, letting out a little laugh while sitting up in the bed.
"So did you hear? The Nightmare of Solomon is taking part in Operation Stardust!"
"You mean, Lieutenant Commander Anavel Gato? Yeah, I heard he is piloting the Gundam Prototype 2 that they stole from Earth. What about him?"
Jay shrugged, "I don't know, I mean, it's really cool that we have such a veteran pilot in our ranks working for the same future! I know other people are nervous around him or don't like him at all,"
"Well, I really don't know him all that much. I've seen him on occasion, but he just brings about to me the typical soldier. I'm not afraid of him, and I certainly don't dislike him,"
Jay nodded and then motioned with his head at her stuffed animal, "That thing. I've never asked why you always have that with you. It's special to you, that's clear enough. Why though?"
"Oh, you mean Lapis? My wittle bunny!" she said in a childish voice, smothering her stuffed animal, "Mama gave this to me back in the colonies,"
Jay swallowed, fearful that he might have brought up something painful, "Oh yeah, your mother... Before she died of that sickness. I'm sorry,"
"No, it's okay. Even though I was only nine at the time, daddy was there to help me through it. He was there for me all the time, and Lapis here holds a great memory of my mama so I wasn't that devastated. I miss her, but I'm not sad," she smiled to Jay, "Now that daddy has gone to see mama, its just me. I'm not alone though, cause I have you. Not only that, but you hold memories of my father that makes me smile. So, again, I'm not sad,"
Jay stared at her for a little, wide-eyed and almost in half-shock, "R-really now? Well, I'm glad you aren't feeling bad about their passing. I've only seen you truly upset once and I never want to see you like that again. I'll, uh, do my best to do what I can for you!" Jay finished with a look of pride on his face, his flushed cheeks fading away.
"You are something else!" Erin laughed, "I'm glad we got to meet. Being with daddy at A Baoa Qu at first was very boring. I know I had daddy, but I still wanted someone my age to be around. Most of the other soldiers or people my age were just... to absorbed into the superiority complex over the EFF. You, though. So different, so normal. It was a relief. You also got along with daddy so well. I never saw him laugh so much. You know, he told me stories about your father and himself. How they used to hang out, how they would act. I saw the same exact thing between you two," Erin looked to the ground, a soft smile on her face.
Jay chuckled, "Oh yeah? Your dad was pretty rough sometimes though! It wasn't all fun and games!"
"No, it can't always be that way. Someone truly close to you will experience all aspects of life with you. The good, the bad, the sad. All of them," she finished, hopping off the bed.
Jay sat up in his chair and looked up to her, "You going to be OK?"
"Yeah... Thanks for this, Jay," she smiled, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. She then turned away and left his room.
Jay sat there, shocked and in awe with what just happened. He really did not know how to react. He always joked around with hitting on her and flirting, but never actually thought he'd be met with this kind of feedback.
"Operation Stardust. You've given me more hope from success than just what we'd do to the Federation. Oh, so much more! I'll whip their sissy asses into line so fast that we will be done ahead of schedule! Yeah, that's right! Red Comet, Crimson Lightning, all you fame-hogs, watch out!"
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Post by Ketara on Oct 18, 2011 19:20:20 GMT -5
Despite the fact that these rules are very clearly printed on every shop page, I see people constantly getting them wrong.
Ships and units with multiple weapon/hangar configs do not have to choose one or the other at purchase, they carry all of them at all times.
MS can opt to go into battle with any 1 config. So a Zaku can be A config in one battle and then B config in the next battle. If no configuration is specified it's the writers choice.
Ships with multiple hangar configs must satisfy AT LEAST one of them. So a Columbus with 5 MS in it can have EITHER another 5 MS OR 15 spacecraft in it, but a Columbus with 6 MS in it can ONLY have another 4 MS.
Furthermore, the armaments listed on MS profile pages are for PC MS and named NPC MS only. NPC shop units can only use the weapons listed on the shop. NPC Balls cannot use minelayer configurations, NPC Gelgoogs cannot use the 110mm arm machineguns, etc.
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kuriboh
ZMF
Registered Newtype
Is Miang. Maybe.
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Post by kuriboh on Oct 18, 2011 18:41:49 GMT -5
The ritual of checking her hair for brassy tones was a long and involved one, but Sieglinde did it happily because of how much of her attention it took up. The wartime emotions now in the forefront and so close made the young woman uncomfortable in degrees ranging between mild malaise to downright ill.
And that was on top of her own anxieties.
Convinced that her hair was as pure white as the moonlight ('Fresh Driven snow' was something of a lost metaphor on her), she began to carefully pull it back into it's usual strict french twist. Until recently, she'd only had a few fellow fleet members to 'beat' in terms of their hair, but the re-arrival of Lt. Anaval Gato had given her a new standard to rise above, and as far as she was concerned, it was a challenge she'd risen to - and surpassed - easily.
Her vanity was a petty thing, and she knew this very well. But her choices were to think about something petty, or things she didn't know how to fix or deal with. Like the flareups of unease and nausea she felt every time Cima was close by, or the 'taste' that the earth had left in her mouth - sour and bitter like after eating too much candy.
The former, at least, was soon to be a non-issue, if the dispatch she'd recieved a few hours ago was any indication. It would be nice to not feel like wretching half the day, though she had been looking forward to seeing her mother again. Oh well, she thought, there was always next time. Anyways, a few days alone would be a welcome reprieve after recent events. As much as she loved to 'swim' in the morass of life out here, she needed to dry off at some point. Getting pruney fingers always sucked.
On her desk sat some letters, handwritten and sealed with tape. Naturally, one was for her mother, full of reassurances and love and yes, she'd stop and see grandma if she had the time. A second was for Banks, and it contained the usual mindless things that Sieglinde wrote about in an effort to keep herself distracted, and a request to make sure her letter got to her mother.
The third and final was addressed to the Schutzstaffel officer she'd seen skulking about, but this wouldn't be delivered. She was sure what she'd written was based in paranoia and anxiety, and, scooping up the other two, she slid that one into the breast coat pocket of her uniform, which she then did up in it's usual fastidious way.
Uniform spotless and no hairs out of place, Sieglinde unlocked her door and faced the world.
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Post by Spade on Oct 18, 2011 13:12:16 GMT -5
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Post by Spade on Oct 18, 2011 13:10:35 GMT -5
Location: Unknown
Time: 20:43
"Petty Officer 1st Class Jay Tanner! I like the sound of that!.. Or do I?" he stood against the wall of a corridor, hand on his chin as he pondered the thought, staring at the ceiling and its lights.
He shrugged his shoulders, allowing his red leather jacket to slide back onto his body for a more comfortable fit. He turned and began to walk down the corridor, ignoring the others passing him by as he was still in contemplation.
"Naw, Jay Tanner needs a rank of a little more respect. Doesn't have to be the top, but needs to be higher... Yeah... Something that sounds cool! Petty kind of kills the mood," he grinned, nodding as he let out a laugh, confusing those around him as he spoke to himself out loud.
Jay finally made his way to the cafeteria, waiting his turn in line to grab a tray of food, and then proceeded to take a seat at an empty table. It wasn't that Jay didn't want to be seated with others or even talk to anyone else. It was more the fact that he was lost in thought and didn't need anyone else interrupting him, else he'd be stuck on that thought forever! Well, he thought it was forever, despite it being only a few more minutes.
He poked around at his food with a fork, occasionally picking up something to take a bite out of it, his eyes locked at the ceiling, lost deep in thought. If he was going to get a higher rank, he would need to show everyone his skills. The legacy his parents left behind. It is going to be interesting for him to get people to recognize his abilities. Not hard, not east, but interesting.
"I can show them. They will surely be impressed once I get my turn!" Jay exclaimed before he was interrupted by a loud bang as a tray was slammed on the tabletop across from him, causing him to almost fall backwards out of his seat.
"WAKE UP! You're doing that thing again, you know," a female voice called out to him as Jay let go of his chest.
"Erin! Why the hell do you do that to me!? Good lord, you know you can just say hello in a more subtle way?"
Chief Petty Officer Erin August, daughter of Captain Alfred August. These two have been around each other ever since Cpt. August brought him to A Baoa Qu. She is responsible for a big part of Jay's success so far in his career. Despite his own determination, she is the catalyst to enhance his already profound talents.
"What's on your mind, sunshine?" Erin called out to him, teasingly with a smile.
Sighing, he shook his head, muttering, "Again with the Sunshine... Well I was just thinking that Petty Officer 1st Class Jay Tanner just doesn't sound cool enough. Not like a certain someone with the title Chief Petty Officer..." he finished, his eyes narrowing towards her.
Erin crossed her arms, turning and making a face, "Hmph! I don't get promotions because they SOUND cool. I get them because I deserve and worked for them. Unlike SOMEONE who just wants to walk in on promotions,"
"Heh... Sorry, I'm just a bit anxious to do something more, you know? I want to live up to what my parents were," he shrugged a little.
Turning back to him, Erin's face softened, "I understand how you feel, but we both know our 'folks want us safe more than anything. They would be proud of us even if we don't become high ranking officers," she let out a warm smile, "It could be worse,"
Jay blushed, quickly turning his head to the side to look at the floor, "Yeah... I think you're right. I still want to do my best!" he said turning back to her with a closed fist, a look of determination on his face, "I want to kick some Federation ass!"
Erin laughed, shaking her head, "Take it easy, sunshine. There will be plenty to do once we're asked to move. We just got to play the waiting game, right? There will be plenty to do until then," she finished as she stood from the table, winking at Jay before picking up her tray to leave.
Jay stared blankly after receiving the wink, not blushing this time, but lost in thought, trying to piece together what she just said. He wondered what she possibly could mean by that, and hoped he wasn't wrong in his theories.
"If I'm right, then things really are looking up for me! Promotions, battle, and a girl!" he grinned and bit his lip, trying to contain the excitement that just start to overwhelm him.
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Post by Spade on Oct 18, 2011 12:27:11 GMT -5
 Name: Jay Tanner Affiliation: Zeon SAF, Delaz Forces Rank: Petty Officer 1st Class (E-5) Age: 23 Height: 6'2" Weight: 171lbs. Jay was brought into this world without parents. No one to call his mother and father. Raised by his aunt and uncle in Side 6, he was free to grow without worry. He was a determined young boy, anxious to succeed in whatever challenge he was met with. A friend to everyone that gave him a smile. It was not until Zeon helped Side 6 create the Riah Republic that Jay's life would change. In 0077, a Zeon officer approached the Tanners. While having conversation in their home, Captain Alfred August request that he take the young Jay Tanner under his wing. He knew his parents, both Zeon militarists and hoped to educate Jay more about his folks all the while leading him in a prestigious career in the Zeon military. Jay agreed, spending the next two years and the majority of the One Year War in the safety of A Baoa Qu. There, Captain August reminisced about the time he spent with Jay's parents. How determined they were to create something from nothing. Their drive and determination surpassing everyone's expectations. Their talents and skills now passed down to Jay. Jay was enthralled by the stories of grandeur. It fed his motivation to become the best he could be, for Zeon, and for it's people. It wasn't until the day the Earth Federation attacked A Baoa Qu that Jay felt the strong desire to be with his parents. His nervousness was met with hesitation. He had been an accomplished pilot, but the sheer overwhelming battle got to him. It surely spelled out Jay's demise. Wanting to see nothing but Jay's bright and successful future, Captain August sacrificed his life to shield Jay from a small unit of GMs. His last dieing words to Jay: " Don't go to lay in your parent's graves, instead let them dance in your memories," From that moment on, Jay's fear disappeared and his confidence was truly found. He proceeded to eliminate the GMs that murdered his caretaker and parents' close friend. Afterwards he made sure that no one else in his area would suffer the same grim fate as they retreated slowly to safety, eventually into hiding after the battle was lost. A short time had past until Jay and a few other men met up with the Zeon remnants with Delaz. There he was recruited into what would be known as Operation Stardust. What did Jay have to bring to the table that would honor his parents and his fallen guardian?  Name: Erin August Affiliation: Zeon SAF, Delaz Forces Rank: Chief Petty Officer (E-6) Age: 25 Height: 5'7" Weight: 127lbs. Daughter of the late Captain Alfred August. Close friend to Jay Tanner. A very perky woman with a high optimism. She has kept close to Jay ever since the final battle in the One Year War, feeling a lingering bond with her father hanging around him. Despite this longing to still be with her father, she has other, intimate feelings maturing inside of her in relation to Jay. She supports his enthusiasm, helping him as much as she can along the way as to avoid having him overwork himself. |
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I Don't know what were talking about.
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Post by Daren on Oct 18, 2011 12:22:59 GMT -5
Brad are you fucking with my mind?
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Draco
Rogue
Anaheim Electronics Employee
Anaheim Hitman
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Post by Draco on Oct 18, 2011 3:39:27 GMT -5
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