Ryocha
ZMF 
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Post by Ryocha on Nov 23, 2009 10:33:28 GMT -5
After her bout in Central Asia, which lead Clara to curse far more than Ferusha’s liking, they were back in Europe. The sun had been tucked behind the clouds and in its place was rain, drizzling down at a phenomenally fast rate.
Ferusha sat quietly inside the cockpit in her Zaku, normal suit and all, eyes closed and listening to the rain drum on the armor of her mobile suit. It caused this calming effect on her, one that she made note of to do more in the future. Not that the military wasn’t stressful enough, but there had been a presence nearby that had been bugging her. There was a squad of Panzergrenadiers that had moved with her to Europe, and while in the silence Ferusha could pinpoint every life source from across the coastline of Greece… there was one that stood out. One of them was a Newtype.
Funny where they could spring up, Ferusha pondered. The irony of such mindless drones gaining access to a sixth sense of sorts didn’t escape her entirely, but she found herself wanting to meet this person. Granted he was a Schutzstaffel, who were known for their brutish loyalty to Gihren Zabi and their jaded views on the battlefield, but the chance to see another person like her face to face was… well, she wanted to experience it. She wanted to ask him questions. It was hopeless curiosity.
Ferusha knew she was a Newtype, yet feigned ignorance on the subject. The test subjects she had seen in the academy afterwards were never the same, and the isolation they had to go through in order to bring out their potential had been downright disturbing. It had been an accident, perhaps, that Ferusha heard a woman screaming for help in her last year of the academy. She had torn out of bed in her pajamas and her uniform coat and bolted as fast as she could to where the woman’s screams were coming from. She had passed guards who asked her where she was going, but she kept running, ignoring everything but the crackling, pathetic voice echoing inside her head.
Eventually, she was detained by the guards and dragged to her instructor for questioning. Eventually, the women’s voice was silenced for good. Ferusha never heard it again.
Instead, she was sent almost immediately onto the front lines. There was a nagging thought that the woman’s voice was a test to see who had been hiding their abilities as a Newtype, but Ferusha tried to ignore that probable fact as much as she could.
Now, with a new presence much like her own on the battlefield, Ferusha was more inclined than ever to reach out to him or her, regardless of their stature within the Zeon military. She sits inside the cockpit of her Zaku, whispering thoughts out into the air.
Is anybody out there?
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Post by on Nov 23, 2009 16:26:46 GMT -5
The reunion between the Unterscharfuhrer and his submarine’s crew had ended. The time together and words exchanged between the two had been acceptable. In the single digits even. He now saw the sub as an extension of his squad, their training with him being thorough enough to reach that level of discipline the man sought. It pleased Ritter to know he could lead competent men for Gihren’s cause. Ritter and his squad had moved ahead of the rest of his platoon, the remaining dozen were dismantling down the encampment and would later follow in the hover trucks once they had finished. The Wappas cut through the wind as the squad scouted onward however. The hover bike’s frame caused minimal wind resistance against the storm over the hilly terrain of Greece.
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The back of the Wappa kicked out to the side as the panzergrenadier brutally tilted the machine and brought it to an abrupt halt. What was that… Ritter thought as he looked over the hills in all directions. He raised a fist and the rest of the men gathered their Wappas at his side in a close formation. “REPORT!” Ritter shouted out at the group, annoyed at his troop’s silence. “Nothing to report.” “Nothing to report Sir!” “I have nothing.” “Nothing here.” “Nothing to report Sir.” “Nothing here.” His men spoke out in turn over the communications headsets. Ritter glared around his men in anger. All of them looked back at him from their Wappas. One of them questioned him after a bit of silence. “Anything wrong sir? I had nothing on visual or audio.” Is anybody out there?Ritter’s head twisted to the South, he could not understand what the noise was but he felt it coming from that direction. “Follow that!” Ritter’s Wappa kicked off the wet soil and raced in the direction he felt the voice from. His men quickly followed behind, unsure of what their officer was chasing. After a minutes ride the Wappas made visual confirmation of three Zaku II Fs in the distance and corrected their course to meet up with the group. The Panzergrenadiers arrived and scattered their hovercrafts around the trio of mobile suits. The men waited and watched as Ritter slowly rode around the leader’s mobile weapon. Ritter took notice of the leader’s markings and examined it before setting the Wappa down in front of his Zaku. Novosad hopped off and looked up at the unit, he sensed the voice inside. His hand reached back and flicked a small switch on his radio, opening it to all used Zeon communication channels. He did not speak however, he stalled. His crimson eyes looked into the mooneye and he stalled. This was not him barking orders, interrogating a prisoner of war, or chanting off a premade speech to raise troop morale. Report. What was that? Hello? He raced through his thoughts of what to speak before picking out the one he was most interested in. The radio cracked over the static to the Zaku’s cockpit. Ritter muttered over it in a deep voice, “Who are you?” |
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Ryocha
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Post by Ryocha on Nov 24, 2009 10:34:17 GMT -5
“This is pathetic. Nobody will answer.” Ferusha whispered. The rain had lightened on the coastline, judging from the soft pitter-patter that drummed on the armor of her Zaku like the far off marching of military men in full, fancy garb. He wouldn’t hear her, nor would he even be inclined to meet with her.
But how do I know it’s a ‘he?
“Ferusha! Oh god, oh god, oh god—“
Clara’s voice crackled to life over the Zaku’s radio, sounding the complete opposite as Ferusha felt. The Zaku pilot slapped the switch for two-way communication and leaned back in her seat.
“Status report.” She said briskly.
“Coming off the coastline at twelve o’ clock. Panzergrenadiers. Probably Schutzstaffel. I swear, I didn’t do nothing to call them…”
Ferusha froze in both excitement and complete terror. The options were being weighed for her; she would finally meet another Newtype, but on the other hand, they were SS Officers with a reputation for brutality. She closed her eyes, blocking out Clara’s confused rambling, and focused on the Newtype presence slowly coming closer to her. Even from a distance, she could feel wave after wave of that excited, narrow-minded curiosity flowing out of him. Regardless of his stature, Ferusha thought, she’d be meeting him. Keeping her wits about her and staying out of reach would be her only protection.
“Clara,” Ferusha suddenly barked into the receiver, making her mechanic jump and whimper, “Get into one of the Zaku, right away. How long until they reach us?”
“Another good two or three minutes.” Clara replied swiftly, already running for one of wingmates’ Zakus. Forgetting to turn her receiver off, Ferusha was instead welcomed to listen to the amount of swearing Clara spat as she ran over the coastline terrain and clambered into one of the Zakus with all the grace of a boar.
Upon scrambling inside, Clara said, “Shit, did you hear all—“
“They’re here.”
"What?"
"The Panzergrenadiers."
Ferusha had put her Zaku in a kneeling position so her camera would still function. With it, she watched as a hefty amount of men approached her Zaku on hovercrafts each sporting the solid black uniform and armor of the Panzergrenadiers. The glowing red eyes did not deter Ferusha from making quick work of finding the Newtype among them.
He stood taller than his fellow Panzers and, judging from the slight inclinations of his colleagues’ heads, also their squad leader. Respect within the SS as a Panzer meant two things: You were one hell of a foot soldier, and probably a murderer in your past life. Or so Clara had told her one evening in a shared motel room. But that was neither here nor there; she could hear Clara’s whimpering as the Newtype approached her Zaku with purpose in his stride. Within close proximity to him, Ferusha could hear and feel everything.
Report. What was that? Hello?
The voice echoed inside her head as clearly as the woman’s voice had back in the academy. It was definitely male and held an accent that Ferusha couldn’t make out. She stayed silent, quelling all of her thoughts so she could feel his. They swirled with confusion, anxiety… and as much as Ferusha wanted to share with him, she also felt a need to hold back.
It was a surprise to hear soft static in her radio. Perhaps he thought she didn’t hear him properly the first time.
“Who are you?”
Ferusha smiled and closed her eyes. She arched her back inside her cockpit, stretching like a cat. When she was done, she replied slowly.
I heard you well enough the first time. I didn’t think you would come.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask him. Best to start slowly.
“Corporal Glavadeen of the Mobile Assault Forces.” Ferusha responded strongly, “I’m here on orders of Kycilia Zabi.”
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Post by on Nov 24, 2009 13:53:12 GMT -5
The officer stood there and thought to himself, A voice. So it was a woman calling. The vagueness behind Ferusha’s voice had left his mind, he could hear her words clearly as they came. It had been the first time Ritter Novosad encountered a newtype that he knew of, and it was a greater surprise to have run into one that was so open with it.
Perhaps I’ve killed children like you. The thought slipped out as he listened to her announce herself over the speaker. Not knowing any other way to respond to this new encounter he went back to his radio.
“Lady Kycilia sent you?” The Corporal was far from the Lady’s land. He pondered the fact for a bit before he responded, “The Combined Operation.” Ritter had been moving his own men into position for the engagement when he first heard her. The soldier regained his composure. “Ritter Novosad, Schutzstaffel Unterscharfuhrer. I’ll be commanding the Naval and part of the Infantry regiment for the assault.”
He paused for a moment. The woman was able to read his mind and communicate over a distance without the use of a radio.
“Are you a new weapon?”
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Post by Ketara on Nov 24, 2009 14:53:26 GMT -5
This entire thread is full of powergaming, so I'm stopping it here.
Total across the board misrepresentation of newtype abilities. Please talk to me before continuing.
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