Post by Threid on Mar 25, 2010 16:45:47 GMT -5
The Minovsky particle density was astounding. Kyle could almost feel them, almost hear them all around him, buzzing. He idly wondered if Minovsky particle exposure caused cancer - almost every other form of high-energy radiation did, after all. Then again, Minovsky particles were so awesome in every other way, that it wouldn't surprise Kyle if they were exempt from the high-energy-particles-cause-cancer rule.
But now, it was time to get back into battle mode. The enemy had been sighted further up the isthmus - a rather large group of mobile suits - and they had to be ready. Not to say that he wasn't ready already; Kyle had strategized the heck out of this push. There was almost no way they could fail. Still, Kyle was expecting some kind of ambush; they all had to be ready. "Stay on your toes, everyone."
"Unless I am mistaken, toes were not part of your recent upgrade, corporal." There was just a hint of jealousy in Tybalt's voice, but he only meant it as easy banter, to loosen everyone up. And boy, did they sure need it. Corporal Slater had been alternating between Minovsky-nerd awe and strict battle readiness ever since they'd entered the battlefield, and Madelaine had stolen more than a few glances back at the tank squadrons that rumbled behind them.
"But I'm sure we're all quick enough on our feet to hand the Zeeks their asses by getting a leg up on them." Tybalt grinned in satisfaction. If there was one thing he was better at than piloting, it was battle banter, and there would be plenty of chances for both soon enough. Tybalt began to make his GM move in the closest thing he could manage to a swagger, but he was ready for action. War wasn't all fun and games, after all.
Madelaine groaned - her standard response to Tybalt having his way with the English language. She wished the young ones would cut the extra chatter so she could focus; team-building was all well and good, but during a battle, if it wasn't about to kill her or a teammate, she didn't want to hear it. She also hoped the tanks behind them would move into more advantageous positions once the fighting stopped.
Eying the bazooka tacked on Kyle's hardpack, she sighed. Her beam spray gun was nice, but it didn't have the kick of artillery. Maybe one day, she'd get to pilot a mobile suit that could handle a bit of kick. She'd seen the guntank, and had been itching to try it out ever since. But not right now. The GM controls were comfortable in her hands; she only wished the giant machine could walk as calmly as she felt.
But now, it was time to get back into battle mode. The enemy had been sighted further up the isthmus - a rather large group of mobile suits - and they had to be ready. Not to say that he wasn't ready already; Kyle had strategized the heck out of this push. There was almost no way they could fail. Still, Kyle was expecting some kind of ambush; they all had to be ready. "Stay on your toes, everyone."
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"Unless I am mistaken, toes were not part of your recent upgrade, corporal." There was just a hint of jealousy in Tybalt's voice, but he only meant it as easy banter, to loosen everyone up. And boy, did they sure need it. Corporal Slater had been alternating between Minovsky-nerd awe and strict battle readiness ever since they'd entered the battlefield, and Madelaine had stolen more than a few glances back at the tank squadrons that rumbled behind them.
"But I'm sure we're all quick enough on our feet to hand the Zeeks their asses by getting a leg up on them." Tybalt grinned in satisfaction. If there was one thing he was better at than piloting, it was battle banter, and there would be plenty of chances for both soon enough. Tybalt began to make his GM move in the closest thing he could manage to a swagger, but he was ready for action. War wasn't all fun and games, after all.
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Madelaine groaned - her standard response to Tybalt having his way with the English language. She wished the young ones would cut the extra chatter so she could focus; team-building was all well and good, but during a battle, if it wasn't about to kill her or a teammate, she didn't want to hear it. She also hoped the tanks behind them would move into more advantageous positions once the fighting stopped.
Eying the bazooka tacked on Kyle's hardpack, she sighed. Her beam spray gun was nice, but it didn't have the kick of artillery. Maybe one day, she'd get to pilot a mobile suit that could handle a bit of kick. She'd seen the guntank, and had been itching to try it out ever since. But not right now. The GM controls were comfortable in her hands; she only wished the giant machine could walk as calmly as she felt.