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Post by sean on Jan 6, 2010 13:33:42 GMT -5
0030 (Earth Z time.) Location. Ohm Fleet.
Two men, unnamed and unknown to the skeleton crew on the massive Gwazine stepped off their shuttle. Robed in high collared black trench coats, dark glasses and grim faces they approached the deck liaison, “I am Lieutenant Colonel Joss, this is my assistant Major Keys." The sergeant sapped to and saluted sharply, receiving nothing in response. The men simply tucked a folder under each arm and looked past the NCO.
“You'll forgive us if we're not in the mood for pleasantries, there's matters that require our attention.”The Colonel's eyes made it back to the sergeant, “We've been summoned by General Revil himself.”
The men pushed past the sergeant, and accessed the security console. “D-33.” Major Keys pointed out, and they shortly left the room. Two men, directly dispatched from HQFMTWS – presently stood outside the cell block containing Marc Simmons. “PRISONER- Simmons,” Lt. Colonel Joss read off his dossier. In front of them was a steel door, 3 inches thick, plated with acoustics, a glass-plastic hybrid one-way window laced with steel mesh wiring. The Cell was a grim place, 10x8, with a modest toilet sink combo and a steel plate for a bed, on which sat Simmons. The door cracked open, and the automatic lights flipped on, bathing the darkened room in their stark white light. The two men entered the room, closing the door behind them. The sudden rush of fresh air into the room was exhilarating to his senses, Simmons was fully awake now.
“How are you feeling?” Asked the Major.
“Confined.” said, a half smirk on his face.
“You'll forgive us if we're not in the mood for jokes, everyone in this facility seems to be a comedian.” The major said, looking over at the Colonel.
Simmons chuckled inwardly, he hadn't meant to pitch a joke but it gave him the full caliber of men he was dealing with, these two were quick, smart, cold and prepared to destroy Simmons. Wry and inappropriately timed as it was, his quip was funny and entirely timely to his present condition.
“My apologies, I did not mean to make a joke.” Simmons pushed out, flat faced. “How did you manage to find yourself in control of our mobile suit, Prisoner Simmons?” Lt. Colonel Joss asked.
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Post by altoh on Jan 6, 2010 13:40:57 GMT -5
"Easy. I just gripped the control sticks."
Simmons shrugged, with the overconfident, snarky air of a white boy nerd. His humor seemed to have returned alongside the fresh air.
"Now, I'm pretty sure you guys aren't here to discipline me, as I did successfully defend our new ship from further enemy assault with this superb machine; It truly is leaps and bounds beyond the standard GM Type E. Everything about the suit is amazing! It even has a portable re-entry system!..."
Simmons continued to talk about the unit excitedly, showing zero signs of stopping any time soon. It's quite fortunate that Wu Jinyuan is nowhere near the cell.
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Post by sean on Jan 6, 2010 13:50:31 GMT -5
Lt Colonel Joss raised his hand and snapped a finger, Marc stopped his chatter immediately.
"Mr. Simmons." He said slowly, "There are certain considerations made when selecting pilots of advanced prototype weapons." He said coldly.
"You have managed, in a time of war, to by-pass protocol." Joss finished.
The major leaned forward, locking his eyes with Simmons. "We are under orders to have you lined up on a wall, and shot."
"Right now."
"If we were not in the midst of the greatest engagement mankind has ever witnessed, I would do it myself, Prisoner Simmons."
"The things you now know about this mobile suit, CANNOT, and will NOT fall under enemy control!" the Major said harshly. Keys furrowed at Marc, "Your training does not allow for resistance of interrogation, it does not allow for complete understanding of the weapons system." Keys added, "Dr. Kobayashi has this training." "He has been allowed two years of indoctrination into our program, he is TREMENDOUSLY qualified to pilot." A moment of silence filled the room.
"We are blissfully aware of your theory crafting regarding our mobile suit," Keys let the point sink in. "You will stop."
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Post by altoh on Jan 6, 2010 14:00:59 GMT -5
The severity of the situation finally sank in Simmons' head. He now realized that he had piloted the Federation's most advanced mobile suit in operation at that time. But what about that new Zeon suit that had a beam rifle equipped? Tha--
Simmons began to open his mouth to object about how far Zeon technology had progressed, but stopped short of uttering a word. His throat was dry, and the threat of mechanics later stopping by his jail cell with wrenches seemed tiny in comparison. He could only utter a fragment of a sentence. The consideration of asking the top brass about his ideas for upgrades and improvements for the Gundam are now farther and farther away from the current thoughts he has in his head.
"..So...what happens...to me now?"
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Post by sean on Jan 6, 2010 14:04:47 GMT -5
Major Keys turned over the folder in his hands, laying it open and showing it to Simmons, "Oh wow..." Simmons said. Inside was a pile of photographs, blueprints and top tier message traffic regarding Simmons theories on weapons and capabilities. Some of which had been created.
"Do these look familiar?" Colonel Joss asked.
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Post by altoh on Jan 6, 2010 14:14:18 GMT -5
Simmons stammered.
"Y...yes."
Inside were the concepts of a huge weapons platform which essentially strapped boosters and battle-ship-size weapons on the Gundam, converting it into a Federation-version of a mobile armor; The idea that the Gundam's distinctive dual sensor system and mouth-located cooling systems are visually symbolic to the Federation and the Zeon; Attaching stripped down Launches to a GM's shoulders to improve maneuverability and overall thrust; And perhaps the craziest of all, the theory that a suit can be powered by harnessing hydrogen atoms and breaking them down into light energy to receive a near-infinite source of electric power from the result.
And of course, many other either completely unfeasible or completely brilliant inventions that exist only on paper plans.
"..Why do you have them?"
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Post by sean on Jan 6, 2010 14:26:29 GMT -5
"These concepts you have developed, WE have developed further." Col. Joss said with Major keys slapping shut his folder. "Your technical brilliance is noted, but it does not define you." he stopped rubbing his chin, "Your rash arrogant attitude defines you."
Col. Joss opened his folder. "You will sign this document. A little formality, that's all..."
"It will indoctrinate you into the RX program." he paused, "You will not pilot my Gundam, but this allows you to live, considering what you now know." Col. Joss said with every ounce of levity he could manage.
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Post by altoh on Jan 6, 2010 14:32:49 GMT -5
Simmons quietly scrawled his name on the paper. A rush of mixed emotions washed over him. He completely forgot at this point, that he was given the license to live.
"S...so this means I can participate in the development projects? Oh--oh God! This means that you people have multiple Gundam projects on the way! P-please, can you tell me more about them? I promise I have ideas for their improvement! Are you improving over the original RX-78 airframe or will you be commissioning an entirely new..."
Simmons is now on his knees, begging for something he found more important than the damned chemical reactions in his brain that tells him he's still breathing and eating normally.
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Post by sean on Jan 6, 2010 14:46:02 GMT -5
Lt Col. Joss flipped closed his dossier, withdrew a padlock from his pocket and locked the document case. Major Keys stood, reading from a paper, "By signing this document, you are indoctrinated into a program that maintains the utmost diligent and strict security, you will adhere to policy of OPSEC." He stopped looking at Simmons who was glassy eyed and on his knees. "You relinquish all rights to developed products and intellectual property to our organization, you are required to send Bi-Weekly reports, and will do so. All policies here-in will be complied with under pain of death." The major finished, he sharply turned and left the room.
"You are released and will serve the remainder of your time in house arrest, you will report to Dr. Kobayashi. Good Day sergeant." Lt Colonel Joss left.
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Post by altoh on Jan 6, 2010 15:07:11 GMT -5
"B...b..but what about...what about equal exchange of information?!"
None of the two men had heard him, as they had left as quickly as they came. Simmons continued to scream within the cell, the door now hanging open waiting for him to come out.
"QUID PRO QUO! QUID PRO QUO ! !"
However, just as Marc Simmons reached the height of his despair, two mechanics stepped in, each with wrenches caked in oil. They closed the door behind them, leaving only a small ray of light illuminating the future scene of the crime.
"...Hey, Simmons. You know how long it took us to replace the components of the Gundam's left arm?"
"...Yeah. You know, they say two wrongs don't make a right. But we're not making a wrong. We're just going to make your hand right."
Simmons instinctively crawled back, stammering. "Y...You can't do this! I'm an important member of the RX Project! You heard them! THEY WERE TALKING IN HERE A MINUTE AGO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"
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Marc Simmons - Injured 2
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