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Post by nirvash on Dec 17, 2009 21:02:54 GMT -5
In the transport's cargo bay. Michael Kreuz waited. Well, he was waiting, certainly, but he didn't know what he was waiting for. He and his GM were having a sort of staring contest. He sat in the air in front of its head, thinking very hardly at it. Kreuz wasn't very superstitious, nor did he believe in machines having souls or minds, but the blue robot had come to represent a lot of things to him, and he thought it deserved some company once in a while. Just in case it helped keep him alive.
He had already pushed the event with his brother's message out of mind, not being the kind of person to worry about things like this (as important as they might seem to a person outside of their relationship) as well as not being very superstitious. Oh well, he thought, his life is his reponsibility now, and if this is his choice, then so be it; the time for reunions will be after the fighting is over.
And so Kreuz returned to engaging his giant robot mentally, assailing it with a flurry of unspoken questions and unvoiced jovialities. Kreuz rubbed his chin and spun around in the air, bringing himself to face the other machine being transported, the heavyweight Guncannon. "Large. Not very dextrous. Medium range. Good thrust. Not as good as ours. It's a good machine." Kreuz let his feet tap the floor of the cargo bay. He kicked off with his toes in the direction of the weapon crates, peeled a tarp to the side and looked in.
"Good. It's what I asked for this time." He looked at the vulcan pod on the Sniper's head. "I don't think those'll be much good this time, but the tracking still needs to be tweaked."
He stopped moving for a moment and looked at both the Mobile Suits in panorama.
"Blue is my favorite color..."
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Post by zerodash0 on Dec 18, 2009 2:00:36 GMT -5
Derek sat in the cramped common room aboard the Cargo Transport Craft Antares. He could tell the crew felt as cooped up as he did. These transports were basically a box with thrusters, almost like a tiny Columbus-class. There was nothing to do while their ship made it's short but slow trip, so he thought back on the reason he was sitting in this tiny ship.
"Now that you're both here, I'll make this short." Lieutenant Drammen said, clearing his throat. "Seamen Michael Kreuz and Derek Carter, you will relocate to the edge of Side 7 space for further mobile suit testing. This will provide the dual purpose of allowing you greater freedom in your tests, as well as allowing for quicker response to possible deployment orders. You will leave immediately, that is all."
So... here I am floating in my tin can eh? I'll probably have to do another combat test against Kreuz too..." Derek mused. Though he felt he was a capable pilot, he couldn't deny the measure of luck that was with him in their last test duel. Bored with the same four walls, he finally decided to check on his mobile suit, if only for a change of scenery.
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Post by nirvash on Dec 18, 2009 16:15:06 GMT -5
The crew compartment door's hiss signaled Carter's entrance, the airlock systems operating constantly, even when the cargo doors weren't open to vaccuum, requiring the airlock to keep the human freight breathing. The teal robot's cockpit hatch was open wide, pointing out into the empty space in front of the machine. A few tools sat suspended in the air around the Mobile Suit's entryway, as well as a few electronic systems with wires leading into the pilot suite.
Kreuz, however, was to Carter's right, retrieving a wrench from a container mounted up on the wall. Wrench in hand, he glided down to doorway where Carter entered. He kicked off from the floor, headed towards his mobile suit, and at the same time he gave the other pilot a perhaps-too-cold "Carter."
Arriving at the open hatch, he grabbed the assortment of tools from the air, and flipped inside the mobile weapon. Now inside, he began making a few measurements with the electronics equipment, and satisfied with the results, he reattched a few panels, stowing the devices in their cradles. Kreuz reached out with one hand, collected the floating tools, and then flipped an array of switches on leftmost computer panel, and the cockpit hummed to life.
A soft, blue light crept into the cockpit and reflected off of Kreuz's eyes, giving the illusion of square white pupils. After flipping a few more switches, targeting reticles, parabolic measurements, distance assessments, timers, and diagnostic assessments blinked on and off in turn. Everything was set up the way he liked it.
Sometimes, the mechanics would make an error in dialing in Kreuz's preferred tolerances, or they would set the AMBAC systems to normal GM standards if they were careless. If the Seaman wasn't overseeing the pilot interface maintanence, he would often have to go in after the crew and make a few minor tweaks. This time, however, the old man (as Kreuz thought of Doctor Gilgox), had taken it upon himself to make sure everything was set just so for the next mock combat trial.
Kreuz leaned back in the stiff pilot seat and let out a sigh of relief. He decided he felt rather comfortable in his dark hole, lit by various graphs, images, percentages, and asssorted other information, and made up his mind to spend the rest of the journey near his machine. He wondered if Carter felt the same way.
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Post by zerodash0 on Dec 19, 2009 21:13:10 GMT -5
Derek shrugged off the chilly salutation from his sparring partner, and drifted to the front of his mobile suit. "It won't be long now... He thought, looking over the almost entirely red machine. "Hmmm... Do I have what it takes to beat him twice?"
He climbed into the cockpit, almost like one would sit in a comfortable recliner to think, and began to consider his opponent. Mentally attacking the events of the previous test, searching for weaknesses, slip-ups, anything that he could use to narrow the gap he couldn't help but feel between them.
"...He didn't use the rifle last time, that allowed me to rush into range without much fear of being shot. This time I won't stand a chance with that tactic. I've gotta get in close, but his sensors and cameras will pick me up way before I can." He grumbled quietly as he contemplated. The only thing he could try to do is avoid being seen, and with a large red mobile suit, that wasn't an easy task. "Surely even that suit has a blind spot somewhere, if I can find it, I've still gotta deal with his maneuverability... unless I can make him overreact somehow... ugh, this is gonna be tough..."
Slipping back out of his cockpit, Derek passed Kreuz again on his way out of the cargo bay. A single glance said it all, "Win or lose, I'm testing myself, not just my mobile suit."
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