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Post by Spade on Feb 2, 2010 0:31:13 GMT -5
Bryce stood on top of the Hildolfr, his arms raised high into the air as the cool wind continued to blow across his face. "Thank goodness! I was burning up there! Why does it have to be so damn hot around here." Bryce shook his head as he watched the Luggun soar above him making sure nothing was to sneak up on Bryce.
Lowering his arms, he turned to look at the two pilots servicing their Goufs right next to each other. Bryce had the honors of keeping these guys company after the blow was felt from the 9th and 87th Fleets colliding with each other. Looking down to his own mobile weapon, there were many repairs needed to be completed before he was ready to go back into battle.
He jumped back into the open cockpit and poked at a few buttons on the keyboard in front of him. He was impressed that he survived the battle in South America. He honestly didn't think he'd make it out alive. However, he was able to keep his promise to Arianna and stay alive. He had the Hildolfr to thank for that. The last battle made him think though. After completing a command sequence, a window showing a visual from outside appeared on the monitor as he got a closer look at the pilots working on their Goufs. He didn't know much about those two and quickly befriended them, though their situation didn't call for life stories.
His mind went back to the realization he had during his battle with the 87th Fleet. Bryce couldn't just leave Zeon yet and join Arianna. To make sure Arianna's safety was certain, Bryce had to end this war. Even if it meant beating the Federation and giving Zeon the victory, he and Arianna would not have to worry about war. Zeon wouldn't be after him for defecting either. That was his new goal, end this war as soon as possible. He believed he could do so too. With such power he rode upon, who wouldn't feel he had the capacity to end something such as a war.
Zooming the image out on the monitor to get a better look at the condition of the Goufs, Bryce sighed. He needed to end the war, yes. A different problem came to his mind though. He needed to take the war AWAY from Arianna and THEN he needed to end it. He nodded as he activated the PA on the Hildolfr and spoke to the Gouf pilots, radioing the Luggun pilot at the same time, "Boys, it is about time we head out. Time to pack it in, we're moving!" The hatch on Hildolfr closed as the treads of the monstrous Zeon tank started to roll off across the dirt and dust of Mexico.
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Post by Spade on Feb 3, 2010 20:45:01 GMT -5
The harsh snowstorm of the West Arctic blew violently as Bryce was walking across a catwalk from the Gallop to the Hildolfr. Wrapped up in heavy winter gear, goggles being the only visible part of his face as it was wrapped up to, he cursed at the storm. A bitter cold, almost like your sould was snatched right out as it was scooped up with the Arctic winds, ran straight through his body. Then, there was the sound. The loud howling from the wind also generated a sense of isolation. You couldn't help but be overwhelmed with the fact that you were pretty much by yourself and on your own as nothing but your thoughts were audible. Hoping the weather wasn't a bad premonition of things to come, Bryce entered the cockpit of Hildolfr and shut it behind him.
Easing into the seat, he was able to take off his hood and goggles, still leaving the cover over his nose that wrapped around his ears and ran down his neck. The shelter from the icy winds was a much needed relief as he checked the firing calibrations for his mobile weapon. Bryce was spending more time in the cockpit now than he ever had anticipated. Getting used to his machine was actually enjoyable. A unique unit that he could call his own. You could almost say that he was proud of his mobile armor, even though it was rejected for mass production. It proved it's worth to Bryce by keeping him alive. The more time he spent taking care of Hildolfr, the more likely Hildolfr will return the favor. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.
Bryce turned on the monitor to get a feel for visibility in this weather. As the screen showed up, nothing but a furious cascade of snow could be seen against an endless landscape of white. Even the Gallop, Hochstetter, was barely visible appearing as a faint yellow. This only meant that he would have to rely heavily on Hildolfr's firing logistics and any data that the Luggun pilot can provide. Bryce felt secure knowing those odds as his mobile weapon has proved its worth before and that Luggun pilot survived the crash that was the 9th and 87th fleets.
Speaking of the 87th and the 9th, Bryce wondered about Arianna. How was she doing? What was she doing? More importantly, WHERE was she? He sure hoped she wasn't moved recently to defend against our incursion into the West Arctic. That would be a disaster. Would he even be able to fight, knowing she was amongst the enemy ranks? He couldn't. He would never be able to point a gun at her. What would he do then? Would he run and leave his comrades to die while he acts the coward? How would he protect her against his teammates firing upon her? Every which way he tried planning ahead for it was just full of despair. It wasn't going to be pretty, and the best thing he could do was to think positive and hope she doesn't draw any nearer to Bryce and his fights.
Crossing his arms across his chest in hopes of retaining some more heat, he stared at the snow storm on the screen in front of him. His mind started to drift to what was to become a reality, soon enough. His blood started to pump a little faster and his muscles twitched slightly. Bryce was getting anxious. A feeling of anticipation and even a hint of excitement was filling him. It was odd. Just a month ago, he would never have even wanted to bother with fighting. The thought of killing didn't even cross his mind. Nothing of the sort. He just didn't want to become involved in something like this. In something like war. It was weird. He shook off the foreign feelings and summed it up to just being impatient. Yes, he was just trying to speed things up so he could be with his Arianna again. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and took in a slow, deep breath. It was time to focus. Time to visualize success. Time to relax... For now.
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Post by Spade on Feb 6, 2010 12:58:24 GMT -5
Bryce stood outside of the Hildolfr, looking up at it. He barely moved as he found the perfect position for keeping somewhat warm, gloved hands kept in his pockets. A grin swept over the face of the test pilot, only to be enjoyed by himself as he reflected on what had just happened.
The Scouting reports on the base helped dearly with the shelling of New Amsterdam. Without those, I doubt we'd ever be able to find our targets. Luckily, reports were correct. That base was in our hands. Some people called us crazy for going in to attack during a snowstorm. I called it an advantage. It isn't like the Federation soldiers were able to see through the snowstorm any better than we could. Everything was going great. I was actually kind of glad seeing Ando Shoji there in his mobile suit, despite previous engagements he had the day before. But, it would all come to a halt once it showed up...
This would be the first time he encountered what the other Zeon soldiers called the Blue Devil. Many people trembled at its name, but Bryce just got curious as to what that suit really could do. He was graced with the chance of seeing it in action to. His commanding officer, Shoji, held off the machine pretty well, despite not being at 100% fighting capability. Like a tag team wrestling match, as soon as he went down, I saw the chance to head in. Upon impact with the blue GM, was the perfect chance to finally answer the question, "Does size really matter?" In fact, it did here. I can testify to it as it saved my scrub hide against such a beast that scared Zeon troops. I wasn't too impressed by it until it was able to sever my main cannon in two and cleanly disable the Hildolfr so I wasn't able to chase after it. I don't think any other pilot would have been able to do so. He would have been dead, otherwise. I would have seen to it. No matter though, next time I see it I know I will be able to take it out.
Bryce stopped reminiscing for a moment as his eyes traced to the severed cannon and the battle scars littering the body of the mobile armor. Still in one piece though. Hildolfr will continue to fight with me to end this war. The Feddies can't stop it. Not even the Blue Devil was able to take it out. His eyes then trailed off into stormy sky. He remembered how blue the sky was for but a moment.
After the Blue Devil disappeared into the snow storm's veil, I could do nothing but sit in the cockpit and wait until it was all over. Then, there it was. The sky opened and the beam from the Apsalus connected with the New Amsterdam base. A please grin crossed my face as I admired that mobile armor up in the sky. Like a divine punishment being dealt from the heavens to the heathens that plague the Earth. It's power was breath-taking. The things I could do in that machine. There would be no mercy. All he could hope for is that Arianna would never have to see him again until his job was done. She does not need to be met with such overwhelming power the Zeon forces truly had. She just needs to stay away...
It hit him. Time to move on to the next target while he still could. Even if it was to be alone, he needed to act. Once the Hildolfr was in working condition again he was to set out to lash again at the Earth Federation forces. With his comrades or all alone. His target will be reflected on who he has with him to "use". Soon, too soon the war needed to be finished. There was another way, Bryce thought to himself. An unorthodox way to get such leverage that the war could be ended almost instantaneously. The only problem was, it would cost way to much resources. Unless he came across a gold mine, to say, he wasn't going to be able to use what he wanted to get what he needs.
Shrugging off his rampant train of thoughts, Bryce climbed back into the cockpit of the Hildolfr to escape the cold until allied forces were ready to escort him to an area to repair.
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