Post by zerodash0 on Oct 1, 2011 22:54:45 GMT -5
December 15, UC0081
Salamis-Kai Class Buster San-Go,
Somewhere in Side 5 space....
The violent quaking of a mega particle cannon impact made a nauseating alarm clock for Rem Hace as he tumbled out of his zipperbed and stuggled to get into a normalsuit. Outside the portholes, a sight that paralyzed most of the crew. Three Zakus moving in fast, their formation parted by the yellow lancing beams of a distant Musai's cannons. Rem hurried to the hangar, in the sort of half-run, half-floating dive that was the norm in zero-g conditions.
Shells from the Zakus' machineguns perforated some of the outer corridors, spilling young Federation crewmen into the void. Rem rounded the corner to find most of the pilots and several technicians stranded before a sealed emergency shutter. One of the pilots shouted an explanation over the chaos.
"The hangar took a hit! There's no air in there, we don't know what kinda damage. Ronnie's tryin' to override the shutters, you'd better get your helmet on!" He said, motioning to a technician who was pulling apart wires almost like he was trying to hotwire a car.
Behind Ronnie, another man was shouting into the wall phone angrily, and suddenly slammed it against the wall, letting it drift in the weightlessness between the men. "Shit! I can't get the bridge at all! What now Kriegs?" The man yelled, looking to the other pilot for answers.
"Now, Jacob, we get our heads out of our asses and fight!" Kriegs shouted back, turning his attention to Rem. "Hace, Carmine was in the hangar. Lets just be realistic here, you're out a wingman, and we don't even know if there are three functional GMs in there anymore. I need you to get up to the bridge, find out why the hell we haven't returned fire, got it?"
Ronnie looked up from his work, "Ok guys, we're good to go here." Kriegs pulled Rem over to the corridor wall, pointing to a solid metal handle meant for catching one's balance upon moving from the hangar to the normally somewhat less than weightless corridor environment. "Strap yourself to this so you don't get sucked out." He said, nodding to Ronnie to open the door.
The air roared out of the corridor, pulling Kriegs, Ronnie and Jacob into the demolished hangar. Rem gritted his teeth at the thought of running and errand while those two fought the enemy, but as the air-leak sensor tripped and the shutter slammed down again, he felt the reality sink into his head. If he didn't get the guns firing, this ship was going down.
Racing through the corridors as fast as he could manage, Rem made it to the bridge, emergency shutters blocking his path again. With no one else around to bypass the sensors, he ducked into a maintenance tunnel and manually cranked the smaller shutter inside open. Knowing full well what a loss of air in the bridge must mean, He popped open the access panel that would lead him to a disturbing sight. Climbing out where the bridge floor should've been, instead he now stood in a mass of twisted metal, completely open to space. Not only the bridge, but the entire upper portion of the main command deck was gone, command crew along with it. As he stood in horror, his paralysis was shaken away by another quake along the floor of the ship. Looking toward the bow, a pink beam blade sprouted from the hangar, cutting away the ruined elevator, as two GM's emerged onto the flight deck.
"Mother of God...." Jacob said, his GM's hand grabbing the shoulder of Kriegs' unit and drawing his attention to the wrecked bridge. "Well, that explains that." Kriegs spat, hesitating at the crackling of sound coming through his radio.
"It's Hace, I don't think we're gonna get any orders to return fire... I'll head for the hangar now."
Kriegs zoomed in on the command deck, and eyed Rem for a moment before replying. "Wreckage has your GM trapped, and we need those guns online. Do whatever you have to, but we gotta hit that Musai back. We'll try to keep the Zakus off you."
"If that's the way you want it," Rem said, staring after the GMs as they launched after the Zakus, who were turning around for a second run, "I guess I'll just have to take command of this trash heap."
Hauling himself out of the maintenance tunnel, Rem quickly grabbed a phone and set it to intercom. "Helmets on Jerkwads! I need gunnery and engine stations running now!" He prepared to lay out his plan to the men he hoped were listening, but a bazooka round rocked the ship and seemed to kill the intercom. "Figures... Well, guns are closer." He said to himself, rushing to the mega particle cannon firing stations and searching out crewmen in the area to start firing them. Gathering a group of six men together, he began matching soldiers with tasks.
"Ok you three, big guns. We got a ship shooting at us and I want you to shoot back. When I saw it, it was just sittin' there using us for target practice so it shouldn't be hard to hit it." Rem said, sending them off and grabbing the next two guys. "You two, rockets, aim for that Musai and shoot everything we've got at it. I don't care if you miss a few but I want so much shit flying at that ship they think it's ABQ round two! And you, round up some more guys and get on the AA guns, just unload at those Zakus, shake 'em up a bit so our GMs can get a shot."
"What about you?" The shellshocked and newly-appointed gunner asked. Rem looked back as he neared the open corridor, "I gotta get us movin' and get comms online, get us some backup."
Dodging debris down a broken corridor, Rem nearly knocked over Ronnie, who'd dragged himself back inside from the hangar. "Ronnie! Please tell me you can work the engines on this thing!" Rem said, getting desperate as his ability to find survivors seemed to end at the exit of the gunnery stations. Ronnie gave a confident smile and knocked a hand against Rem's helmet. "Hellooo, that is usually my job dude."
The duo made their way into the engine room, finally picking up three more survivors along the way. The engine room itself seemed fine, but the ship now lacked a helm, meaning that directional control would be difficult at best. "Ok, so can you point us at the Musai?" Rem asked, looking like an impatient kid pestering Ronnie as he focused on the equipment that was never exactly meant to fly the ship.
"Uhh... I can fire the engines from here but... well, I guess if I get the timing ok I can fire each thruster more or less independently, so yeah, I guess I could point us pretty much at the Musai. Trouble is I can't see it from here, so I can't know which way to turn us or how far." Ronnie said, shrugging at the idea.
Rem looked across the engine room, spotting two portholes with acceptable view. "Alright, this'll work. You guys stay here and look out the windows, tell Ronnie which way to drive this heap. You're coming with me, we gotta Macgyver the comms and try to get ahold of someone with a less broken ship to come get us. Oh and Ronnie, once you're lined up with the Musai, charge the bastard."
Kriegs and Jacob tangled with the trio of Zakus as Buster San-Go shuddered to life beneath them, mega particle cannons tracing out deadly beams at irregular intervals, sporadic sprays of antiaircraft fire sputtering from random emplacements, and suddenly the battered hulk began to move, making a drunken meander toward the Musai.
Inside the Musai bridge, Capatin Marcel the pirate gave the stumbling onrush of the Salamis a perplexed stare as his first mate called out an urgent report. "Boss! The gunners are havin' a lotta trouble hittin' that thing now that it's movin' all squirrely." He said as the ship shuddered from a glancing hit. "Their shots're gettin' closer to the mark too..."
Marcel shrugged, "To hell with this, call back our Zakus, we're outta here." He said, striding back to his chair as his first mate had more to report. "Bad news boss, our boys say they got two Feddie suits messin' em up good. Ship got a lucky shot on one, and shit rolled downhill from there. They want us to come get 'em."
Marcel gritted his teeth, Zakus were expensive, but cheaper than Musais. "Leave 'em." He said coldly, they knew what they were getting into after all. At his command, the Musai turned sharply, and began to retreat. Rem had made it back to the gunnery stations by now, his attempt at restoring comms a failure thus far. Eying the fleeing enemy, he could help but talk out loud as though they could hear.
"So you think you can just gut us and walk away?" He said, looking down at the gunner seated in front of him. "Fire everything we have left, even the AA guns. Hell, launch the re-entry capsule at him."
The gunner held back a laugh at that last order. "Sir, that'd never work. We can't launch the capsule from a gun station, it's not even a weapon." Rem wasn't laughing though, "Fire everything else then." he said angrily. "Yessir." the gunner said, signalling his comrades to join him in firing every weapon that they could manage to turn on the Musai. Bullets pinged off the hull, doing little more than scratching the paint, but playing a prelude to a volley of beams and rockets shredding the rear of the former Zeon ship and finally detonating it's engines. Now stranded and demoralized, the pirate Zakus were quickly gunned down by Kriegs and Jacob, and soon after the surviving crew met in the mess hall to figure out their next move.
"Not bad, Acting Captain." Kriegs said as he drifted in the door. Rem flashed a cocky grin as he high-fived the hotshot flight leader. "I guess I can let you keep that job, since I can't exactly trust you to keep Jacob in line." Kriegs joked, "So what's next?"
"Well, Mitch got the comms up finally, and we got orders to try and make it to Luna II." Rem said, Ronnie instantly throwing his hands up at the idea.
"Luna II!? Flying it with these two morons trying to give directions?" He shouted, pointing out his two assistants who he'd say were to blame for the bizarre flightpath that should've been a direct charge at the Musai.
"Chill dude it's only a 3-day trip, I"ll swap 'em out for some of the other guys and see what works." Rem said, "Everyone else, sleep in shifts and try not to find new problems."
December 18, UC0081
Luna II
Though cold and unfeeling in their orders to have the crippled Buster San-Go make it's way to Luna II with no support, upon it's arrival the EFSF provided a warm welcome, complete with a ceremony held in the corridor leading to the bridge. The ceremony had a strange feeling to it though, as the lack of air in the ship and multiple hull breaches necessitated the use of normalsuits and helmets. After the presentation of Rem's promotion, and the official replacement of him as captain, many of the soldiers hung around to meet and greet new crewmen being added to the ranks. Rem stood by the airlock door that was ripped open by rescue crews on the ship's arrival, as the new captain stepped back inside from reviewing the damages.
"Impressive that you could bring her back in this shape." He said, his words were genuine, but tainted by a mocking tone. "You did very well indeed, if the damages were a little less severe, I'm sure they'd have considered letting you keep command." He chuckled on. Truly, he was impressed that some lowly pilot could rise above his station and command a vessel to victory, but in the end, he saw no promise in Rem. After all if Rem was in command, then it was his fault that this wreck of a cruiser now fell to a new captain. "Yes, I believe you'd do well to learn when to retreat rather than press the attack my bo-OOFF!!!!" His speech was interrupted by a fist buried into his stomach, followed closely by a second to the faceplate of his helmet. The force of the second blow sending him floating off the ship entirely, as Rem stood angrily displaying his middle finger at the drifting captain.
"Oh God, is that a crack!? Is my helmet CRACKED!? Someone help I'm running out of air!!!!" The captain screamed, of course his helmet was not cracked, but his situation had already overwhelmed his common sense. Rem turned away, muttering "Dumbass..." and making it all of four steps before MP's floated down to greet him.
A short tribunal later, Rem found himself demoted, and sitting in a cell. Kriegs came by to visit him, mostly to make fun of the foul-tempered young pilot, but in his own strange way, it was consoling.
"So, you finished your application for officer's school?" Kriegs joked as he knocked on the cell door. Rem lay on his bunk staring at the ceiling. "Shouldn't you be busy keeping Jacob out of a cell, he's worse for this crap than I am."
"Nah man, Jacob was a lot more shook up than he acted back there... poor guy's been spending most of his time with a shrink, says he sees Zeons in his dreams now."
"Sucks to be him, how about you? Wakin' up in a cold sweat from seein' Gihren playing dress-up with your kid sister yet?" Rem asked.
"No, but thanks for a shitty mental picture. I just dropped by to tell you, Buster's gonna be down for repairs for a looooong time. They're splittin' us up and I'm headed out to Fifth Luna tomorrow. I dunno what they plan to do with you."
"I don't care so long as I don't have to work under that moron." Rem complained. "At least put a guy in charge that can take a punch."
Salamis-Kai Class Buster San-Go,
Somewhere in Side 5 space....
The violent quaking of a mega particle cannon impact made a nauseating alarm clock for Rem Hace as he tumbled out of his zipperbed and stuggled to get into a normalsuit. Outside the portholes, a sight that paralyzed most of the crew. Three Zakus moving in fast, their formation parted by the yellow lancing beams of a distant Musai's cannons. Rem hurried to the hangar, in the sort of half-run, half-floating dive that was the norm in zero-g conditions.
Shells from the Zakus' machineguns perforated some of the outer corridors, spilling young Federation crewmen into the void. Rem rounded the corner to find most of the pilots and several technicians stranded before a sealed emergency shutter. One of the pilots shouted an explanation over the chaos.
"The hangar took a hit! There's no air in there, we don't know what kinda damage. Ronnie's tryin' to override the shutters, you'd better get your helmet on!" He said, motioning to a technician who was pulling apart wires almost like he was trying to hotwire a car.
Behind Ronnie, another man was shouting into the wall phone angrily, and suddenly slammed it against the wall, letting it drift in the weightlessness between the men. "Shit! I can't get the bridge at all! What now Kriegs?" The man yelled, looking to the other pilot for answers.
"Now, Jacob, we get our heads out of our asses and fight!" Kriegs shouted back, turning his attention to Rem. "Hace, Carmine was in the hangar. Lets just be realistic here, you're out a wingman, and we don't even know if there are three functional GMs in there anymore. I need you to get up to the bridge, find out why the hell we haven't returned fire, got it?"
Ronnie looked up from his work, "Ok guys, we're good to go here." Kriegs pulled Rem over to the corridor wall, pointing to a solid metal handle meant for catching one's balance upon moving from the hangar to the normally somewhat less than weightless corridor environment. "Strap yourself to this so you don't get sucked out." He said, nodding to Ronnie to open the door.
The air roared out of the corridor, pulling Kriegs, Ronnie and Jacob into the demolished hangar. Rem gritted his teeth at the thought of running and errand while those two fought the enemy, but as the air-leak sensor tripped and the shutter slammed down again, he felt the reality sink into his head. If he didn't get the guns firing, this ship was going down.
Racing through the corridors as fast as he could manage, Rem made it to the bridge, emergency shutters blocking his path again. With no one else around to bypass the sensors, he ducked into a maintenance tunnel and manually cranked the smaller shutter inside open. Knowing full well what a loss of air in the bridge must mean, He popped open the access panel that would lead him to a disturbing sight. Climbing out where the bridge floor should've been, instead he now stood in a mass of twisted metal, completely open to space. Not only the bridge, but the entire upper portion of the main command deck was gone, command crew along with it. As he stood in horror, his paralysis was shaken away by another quake along the floor of the ship. Looking toward the bow, a pink beam blade sprouted from the hangar, cutting away the ruined elevator, as two GM's emerged onto the flight deck.
"Mother of God...." Jacob said, his GM's hand grabbing the shoulder of Kriegs' unit and drawing his attention to the wrecked bridge. "Well, that explains that." Kriegs spat, hesitating at the crackling of sound coming through his radio.
"It's Hace, I don't think we're gonna get any orders to return fire... I'll head for the hangar now."
Kriegs zoomed in on the command deck, and eyed Rem for a moment before replying. "Wreckage has your GM trapped, and we need those guns online. Do whatever you have to, but we gotta hit that Musai back. We'll try to keep the Zakus off you."
"If that's the way you want it," Rem said, staring after the GMs as they launched after the Zakus, who were turning around for a second run, "I guess I'll just have to take command of this trash heap."
Hauling himself out of the maintenance tunnel, Rem quickly grabbed a phone and set it to intercom. "Helmets on Jerkwads! I need gunnery and engine stations running now!" He prepared to lay out his plan to the men he hoped were listening, but a bazooka round rocked the ship and seemed to kill the intercom. "Figures... Well, guns are closer." He said to himself, rushing to the mega particle cannon firing stations and searching out crewmen in the area to start firing them. Gathering a group of six men together, he began matching soldiers with tasks.
"Ok you three, big guns. We got a ship shooting at us and I want you to shoot back. When I saw it, it was just sittin' there using us for target practice so it shouldn't be hard to hit it." Rem said, sending them off and grabbing the next two guys. "You two, rockets, aim for that Musai and shoot everything we've got at it. I don't care if you miss a few but I want so much shit flying at that ship they think it's ABQ round two! And you, round up some more guys and get on the AA guns, just unload at those Zakus, shake 'em up a bit so our GMs can get a shot."
"What about you?" The shellshocked and newly-appointed gunner asked. Rem looked back as he neared the open corridor, "I gotta get us movin' and get comms online, get us some backup."
Dodging debris down a broken corridor, Rem nearly knocked over Ronnie, who'd dragged himself back inside from the hangar. "Ronnie! Please tell me you can work the engines on this thing!" Rem said, getting desperate as his ability to find survivors seemed to end at the exit of the gunnery stations. Ronnie gave a confident smile and knocked a hand against Rem's helmet. "Hellooo, that is usually my job dude."
The duo made their way into the engine room, finally picking up three more survivors along the way. The engine room itself seemed fine, but the ship now lacked a helm, meaning that directional control would be difficult at best. "Ok, so can you point us at the Musai?" Rem asked, looking like an impatient kid pestering Ronnie as he focused on the equipment that was never exactly meant to fly the ship.
"Uhh... I can fire the engines from here but... well, I guess if I get the timing ok I can fire each thruster more or less independently, so yeah, I guess I could point us pretty much at the Musai. Trouble is I can't see it from here, so I can't know which way to turn us or how far." Ronnie said, shrugging at the idea.
Rem looked across the engine room, spotting two portholes with acceptable view. "Alright, this'll work. You guys stay here and look out the windows, tell Ronnie which way to drive this heap. You're coming with me, we gotta Macgyver the comms and try to get ahold of someone with a less broken ship to come get us. Oh and Ronnie, once you're lined up with the Musai, charge the bastard."
Kriegs and Jacob tangled with the trio of Zakus as Buster San-Go shuddered to life beneath them, mega particle cannons tracing out deadly beams at irregular intervals, sporadic sprays of antiaircraft fire sputtering from random emplacements, and suddenly the battered hulk began to move, making a drunken meander toward the Musai.
Inside the Musai bridge, Capatin Marcel the pirate gave the stumbling onrush of the Salamis a perplexed stare as his first mate called out an urgent report. "Boss! The gunners are havin' a lotta trouble hittin' that thing now that it's movin' all squirrely." He said as the ship shuddered from a glancing hit. "Their shots're gettin' closer to the mark too..."
Marcel shrugged, "To hell with this, call back our Zakus, we're outta here." He said, striding back to his chair as his first mate had more to report. "Bad news boss, our boys say they got two Feddie suits messin' em up good. Ship got a lucky shot on one, and shit rolled downhill from there. They want us to come get 'em."
Marcel gritted his teeth, Zakus were expensive, but cheaper than Musais. "Leave 'em." He said coldly, they knew what they were getting into after all. At his command, the Musai turned sharply, and began to retreat. Rem had made it back to the gunnery stations by now, his attempt at restoring comms a failure thus far. Eying the fleeing enemy, he could help but talk out loud as though they could hear.
"So you think you can just gut us and walk away?" He said, looking down at the gunner seated in front of him. "Fire everything we have left, even the AA guns. Hell, launch the re-entry capsule at him."
The gunner held back a laugh at that last order. "Sir, that'd never work. We can't launch the capsule from a gun station, it's not even a weapon." Rem wasn't laughing though, "Fire everything else then." he said angrily. "Yessir." the gunner said, signalling his comrades to join him in firing every weapon that they could manage to turn on the Musai. Bullets pinged off the hull, doing little more than scratching the paint, but playing a prelude to a volley of beams and rockets shredding the rear of the former Zeon ship and finally detonating it's engines. Now stranded and demoralized, the pirate Zakus were quickly gunned down by Kriegs and Jacob, and soon after the surviving crew met in the mess hall to figure out their next move.
"Not bad, Acting Captain." Kriegs said as he drifted in the door. Rem flashed a cocky grin as he high-fived the hotshot flight leader. "I guess I can let you keep that job, since I can't exactly trust you to keep Jacob in line." Kriegs joked, "So what's next?"
"Well, Mitch got the comms up finally, and we got orders to try and make it to Luna II." Rem said, Ronnie instantly throwing his hands up at the idea.
"Luna II!? Flying it with these two morons trying to give directions?" He shouted, pointing out his two assistants who he'd say were to blame for the bizarre flightpath that should've been a direct charge at the Musai.
"Chill dude it's only a 3-day trip, I"ll swap 'em out for some of the other guys and see what works." Rem said, "Everyone else, sleep in shifts and try not to find new problems."
~
December 18, UC0081
Luna II
Though cold and unfeeling in their orders to have the crippled Buster San-Go make it's way to Luna II with no support, upon it's arrival the EFSF provided a warm welcome, complete with a ceremony held in the corridor leading to the bridge. The ceremony had a strange feeling to it though, as the lack of air in the ship and multiple hull breaches necessitated the use of normalsuits and helmets. After the presentation of Rem's promotion, and the official replacement of him as captain, many of the soldiers hung around to meet and greet new crewmen being added to the ranks. Rem stood by the airlock door that was ripped open by rescue crews on the ship's arrival, as the new captain stepped back inside from reviewing the damages.
"Impressive that you could bring her back in this shape." He said, his words were genuine, but tainted by a mocking tone. "You did very well indeed, if the damages were a little less severe, I'm sure they'd have considered letting you keep command." He chuckled on. Truly, he was impressed that some lowly pilot could rise above his station and command a vessel to victory, but in the end, he saw no promise in Rem. After all if Rem was in command, then it was his fault that this wreck of a cruiser now fell to a new captain. "Yes, I believe you'd do well to learn when to retreat rather than press the attack my bo-OOFF!!!!" His speech was interrupted by a fist buried into his stomach, followed closely by a second to the faceplate of his helmet. The force of the second blow sending him floating off the ship entirely, as Rem stood angrily displaying his middle finger at the drifting captain.
"Oh God, is that a crack!? Is my helmet CRACKED!? Someone help I'm running out of air!!!!" The captain screamed, of course his helmet was not cracked, but his situation had already overwhelmed his common sense. Rem turned away, muttering "Dumbass..." and making it all of four steps before MP's floated down to greet him.
A short tribunal later, Rem found himself demoted, and sitting in a cell. Kriegs came by to visit him, mostly to make fun of the foul-tempered young pilot, but in his own strange way, it was consoling.
"So, you finished your application for officer's school?" Kriegs joked as he knocked on the cell door. Rem lay on his bunk staring at the ceiling. "Shouldn't you be busy keeping Jacob out of a cell, he's worse for this crap than I am."
"Nah man, Jacob was a lot more shook up than he acted back there... poor guy's been spending most of his time with a shrink, says he sees Zeons in his dreams now."
"Sucks to be him, how about you? Wakin' up in a cold sweat from seein' Gihren playing dress-up with your kid sister yet?" Rem asked.
"No, but thanks for a shitty mental picture. I just dropped by to tell you, Buster's gonna be down for repairs for a looooong time. They're splittin' us up and I'm headed out to Fifth Luna tomorrow. I dunno what they plan to do with you."
"I don't care so long as I don't have to work under that moron." Rem complained. "At least put a guy in charge that can take a punch."