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Wednesday, May 21th, 2003
Gundam F91 versus Silhouette Gundam
Fields of gold.
The spacious skies above, nothing could be better. Mark, enthralled in the mere spectacle, lies back with the F91’s cockpit open. The young pilot sits back, consuming the sunshine. The wind ruffles his hair, a slight chill tingles his spine, bringing a smile to his usual dark and stern face.
“Nice, eh?” Richter breaks in, almost shattering the blissful moment. “Makes you wonder; what’s it all for?”
Mark shifts positions.
“Nope, can’t say that it does…” replies the solemn Mark.
Silence.
“Let’s just get this over with…”
Richter nods gleefully, returning to his station. Reluctantly, Mark closes his hatch, sighing briefly. He’s demoralized, only moments before having felt such peace.
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Face to face. Showdown.
The Silhouette Gundam makes the first move, strafing left, but not to Mark’s surprise. The F91 springs to life, eyes glowing. A mechanical screech rings out and the F91’s in pursuit. The two Formula’s kick up a giant wake of dust in their paths, trees past them by with amazing velocity.
“Cat and mouse,” Richter cackles. The Silhouette does an about-face in mid-air. Its knees almost buckle at the amazing force. Mechanisms sound off; a single VSBR rotates from its back mount and is caught.
The setting’s set; “Too little too late,” Mark nods slowly from the other end of the barrel. “Yet, this is my very existence.” The beam erupts, streaming outward towards its target. Instinctively, Mark ignites his beam shield. Using it as a makeshift fly swatter, he deflects the beam with a flick of his wrist. Though the shield malfunctions and almost explodes, Mark jets sideways to avoid the beam’s wake. He thrusts himself forward, full burn.
Flying forward was no problem; the F91 unsheathes both its beam sabers. Feeling the butterflies within him, Richter draws himself a saber. The two suits engage in a fierce melee battle, neck to neck.
The giants hover only a few hundred feet from the ground. Richter seems to falter under his opponent’s skill with both sabers. The F91 makes his offense using his left hand, jabbing horizontally, and slashing vertically. The Silhouette barely deflects the beams with its own. They meet at the middle, sabers crossed. Mark’s envelopes Richter’s, the crackling of beam energy is almost deafening.
“I find it hard to believe you, a mere man-for-hire, could put his pride aside and fight someone like me…” Mark struggles with his words, straining to keep the fight for himself.
Richter scoffs; “Don’t go and believe everything you hear, kid.”
The Silhouette puts its weight behind his saber and lifts the draw. He jets backwards, then up, gaining some altitude.
“Mistake.” Mark nods sadly; he brings forth both VSBRs with a single strut. He quickly sets the energy and fires.
Looking back, Richter panics. The harnessed energy pierces the Gundarium, relieving the Silhouette of a few tons.
“I winged ‘em!” Mark jumps with enthusiasm.
Richter, realizing he’s been hit, analyzes the damage. He finds stubbles where there were once legs. The Silhouette Gundam pauses in mid-flight, still somewhat accelerating from its past burn.
“MISTAKE ON YOU!” Richter screams, teary eyed, as his Gundam plummets back to Earth. As he comes parallel with the F91, the Gundam’s arm lifts and locks onto Mark. Machinecannon fire opens up like a tracer, it strikes like lightening, cracking the F91 in the shoulder. It sends him backwards with force, as does the recoil with the Silhouette.
The F91’s right arm hangs lifeless, its mechanical tendons severed, wiring exposed to the elements.
“Thrusters offline, altimeter going haywire, must gain some altitude…” Richter’s mind races, looking for possible scapegoats, formulas he hasn’t thought of yet. The gravity’s force takes its shape, momentarily deforming Richter’s face. All he can do is watch the ground come closer, and closer.
“Well, that’s the end of that,” Mark shrugs, as he watches the Silhouette Gundam disappear into a cloud of dust.
OUTCOME: F91 wins, Silhouette loses
F91- 1 day of repair
Silhouette- 2 days of repair
Thursday, April 24th, 2003
Epyon ambushes Airmaster
Isaiah sets the Epyon's helmet slowly on his head, as if it were a ceremony. The Epyon's cockpit lights up and thoughts rush to Isaiah's mind, almost immediately overwhelming him. He grips his controls and raises his head. The Epyon's thrusters lift it into the air and it screams over the landscape at a speed few mobile weapons can hope to match.
Target straight ahead.... Gundam Airmaster... engage...
Isaiah slows the Epyon a little and in an almost invisbible movement the Epyon's heat rod lashes out and wraps itself around the Airmaster's left arm. Terry Gunn is shaken from his reverie and curses. "What...?! An attack!"
The Airmaster activates and draws its buster rifle. It draws back and fires the rifle. Isaiah curses and the Epyon tells him to let go and shoot to the side. He does so and the shot merely glances the suit's arm.
Isaiah emitts a grunt and the Epyon renews its offensive with its heat rod. The weapon wraps, this time, around the Airmaster's left leg. Terry lowers the buster rifle to shoot the heat rod, but before he can the weapon snaps back to the Epyon. Before Terry's suit can turn back up however, the Epyon is upon it, large beam saber emmanting green plasma. The weapon slashes and Terry tries to shoot backward but the saber grazes the chest, just above the cockpit before he can. The Epyon quickly closes the distance and slashes relentlessly.
Terry curses and this time both buster rifles raise and fire. The twin beam shots streak at the Epyon and one manages to slam into the shoulder, knocking it out of its flight and sending it too the ground. The Epyon is on its feet again quickly and the saber seems to give off new life.
"What the hell is with this guy!?" Terry shouts as he fires his rifles again. This time both shots hit home. The Epyon falls to the ground, landing on one knee. Isaiah yells loudly and the suit take soff again. "Why.... won't he.... stop!?" Terry yells firing them in sync a third time.
"Ungh... shit!" Isaiah yells. The dented, but not severely damaged Epyon rockets into the air, flying above both shots. It descends, saber renewed, and brings the deadly weapon down full force on the Airmaster. Terry yells loudly as the saber cotinues through the head, through the upper torso and stops barely above the cockpit. Inside the Epyon Isaiah's hands shoot up and he quickly removes the helmet. Sweat goes everywhere and his hair returns to its normal position. He inhales and exhales heavily before opening a comm link to the Airmaster. "....Sorry...."
Outcome: Epyon wins, Airmaster loses
Epyon: 2 days damage
Airmaster: 3 days damage
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Silhouette ambushes Deathscythe
Richter Prone's hands dance over his keyboard, turning on the SIlhouette. The Formula suit stands at the top of a ridge, ready to swoop down on its target below, the Deathscythe.
Andrew Dodson laughs, watching some sort of show on his front monitor. His enjoyment is cut short as his suit is thrown forward and crashes to the ground. Andrew curses and the TV show is replaced by the surrounding landscape and Andrew is in time to see the SIlhouette streaking toward it. He wraps his hands around his controls and shoots backward, avoiding the beam saber wielding Silhouette. The Silhouette draws back, ready to slice. In a flash of green the Deathscythe's beam scythe parries the blade. Andrew shoots back again and slices downward. Richter grunts, trying to boost out of the way. A small portion of the tip of his right shoulder is sliced off, but it is no loss to Richter as he shoots forward again, checking the Deathscythe. "Damn it...!" Andrew shouts as his suit falls baclward. He raises his shield just in time to block another sword slash. Richter relentlessly slashes into the buster shield. Andrew's suit is unable to take an opportunity to regain its feet.
And then it stops. Andrew shighs in relief as he sees the Silhouette shoot to the side. But the hell is not over yet. A second later a large pink and red beam slams into the lower torso if the black suit. Monitors inside the Deathscythe short out and his suit shuts down.
Richter turns his suit to face the Strike in its Launcher mode. Matsuo smiles. "You're not too bad." The Strike shoots into the air and fires another shot.
"Shit!" Richter curses, dodging the shot, but just barely. He brings his VSBRs up and fires off the formidable weapons on their damage settings. The twin beam blasts shoot toward the Strike. Matsuo gulps as he tries to dodge the shots but his left arm is blown off, Phase Shift Armor not able to withstand the powerful blasts. He curses as his cannon falls, blown in half, to the ground. The Silhouette and Strike land simultaneously. The Strike shoots forward, drawing its combat knife in one hand. Richter mimics it, drawing a beam saber. Matsuo quickly sees his disadvantage and throws his knife at the charging Formula suit. Richter curses as the knife digs into his arm, before falling to the ground.
Richter continues his charge and slashes downward with the saber. Matsuo manages to parry the saber with his knife, but the solid weapon only holds up to the saber for a few seconds before it continues on its course and slices the other arm off the Strike. With another quick swipe the head of the Strike is gone, just as its Igelstern vulcans start to fire. The pink saber, in a flash, is pointed close to the Strike's cockpit. Matsuo opens a channel to Richter. "Fine... you win."
Outcome: Silhouette wins, Strike and Deathscythe lose
Silhouette: 1 days damage
Strike: 3 days damage
Deathscythe: 2 days damage
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Blitz ambushes Den'an Gei
Calagar Proxy sits in the semi-dark of the Blitz's cockpit, going over various suit proccesses. His eyes scroll down a page with a read-out of all weapons and systems availible to him. "Coloroid Armor, eh?" he states, before cracking a grin that certainly didn't fit his character.
A few minutes later the black-colored Blitz speeds over the rolling green hills of eastern North America, Calagar's not staying looking at one thing for very long. Finally he sees the object of his search. The Den'an Gei.
Oscar Wade curses as his suit is racked by beam fire, immediately taking off the left arm of the grey-colored mobile suit. "You-" Oscar begins, whirling around. He is met by the same open fields he had laid eyes on minutes before. Cursing he looks down at his scanners. He sees a blip on his thermal sensors. "Ha!" Oscar shouts triumphantly as a beam rifle shot emerges from the end of his beam rifle. It seems to shoot into no where, but a few seconds before it hits the Blitz reveals itself, shield up. The Trikeros takes the beam rifle shot and Calagar returns fire. "Shit!" The Den'an Gei jets to the side, but the shot takes out the remaining stub of the left arm. Oscar fires back and his shot hits the Blitz in the right shoulder.
"He got me... hmm..." Calagar mutters as the Blitz plants its feet firmly apart and raises the Trikeros. The three rockets shoot off, one after the other. Oscar closes his eyes tight as the warheads speed at him. One hits the ground infront of the Den'an Gei, the other takes out its head, and the third hits the other arm. "You can't fight now... I win." Calagar states simply.
Outcome: Blitz wins; Den'an Gei loses
Blitz: 1 days damage
Den'an Gei: 3 days damage
Kowloon ambushes Re-GZ
Ryan Mithaniel in the Kowloon looks down at his unsuspecting prey. He laughs silently. "Unsuspecting fool..." he mutters and swoops down the rocky crater, dust flying up behind him. Kreel Nyx turns in time to recieve a kick to the chest. The Re-GZ stumbles backward.
"A mobile fighter? Damn..." the Re-GZ backs up a few paces before letting of its grenades. To say the least Ryan isn't prepared as two of the grenades impact his suit, causing a giant explosion. He screams loudly as pain surges up and down his body, Mobile Trace System deilivering shocks up and down his upper body. He slumps forward, taking in sharp breaths. Ryan regains his feet, but is met by beam rifle shots to the left shoulder. He yells again in pain as red arcs up and down his left shoulder inside the cockpit.
"You... little... agh!" Ryan shouts, falling to one knee. The Re-GZ rushes in, saber drawn and takes out the head of the Kowllon.
"You guys give up when your head's gone, right?"
Pause.
"No." Not even a split second after Ryan replies the Kowloon's foot flies up, despite Ryan's pain, and knocks the Re-GZ back a several yards. Krell curses when he realizes his systems won't respond.
Outcome: Kowloon wins, Re-GZ loses
Kowloon: 2 days damage
Re-GZ: 1 days damage
Thursday, April 17th, 2003
Heavyarms versus X
John Ward sighs, looking over to his lesser-experienced friend Aeidyn. He kicks off the ground, floating up to the X's cockpit. He enters it and the hatch closes. "You ready yet?" John asks impatiently. Aeidyn's reply comes quick.
"Hey, shut up... you're lucky we found those good techs the day before yesterday to fix my suit fast... ok, I'm ready." Aeidyn says as his own cockpit door closes.
"Thank God..." John mutters. The X shoots into the 'air', followed soon by the Heavyarms. Aeidyn lets off a spray of gattling bullets from the gattling gun. John curses as the munitions ping off his armor, causing damage. He returns fire with his shield buster rifle. The shot hits the Heavyarms in the arm, almost taking it off, however the tough Gundanium manages to hold. "Dammit...!"
The Heavyarms shoots into space again, homing missiles in its shoulders sprouting from their racks and streaming off after the X. John fires his vulcan gun desperately, managing, as if out of luck, to shoot down a missile. However the other five rack his suit as it is engulfed in an explosion. Aeidyn laughs. "Guess I win again, John." he says, smiling. His statement is cut short as a buster rifle shot emerges from the smoke and destroying most of the Heavyarms' head. The X descends from the smoke firing another shot. This shot hits the Heavyarms in the chest. A third shot hits the Heavyarms close to the reactor.
"You know, I can keep firing like this..." John says as a fourth shot hits the Heavyarms in the chest. Aeidyn is thrown around in his cockpit.
"All rght... you win this one..."
Outcome: X wins, Heavyarms loses
X: 2 days damage
Heavyarms: 2 days damage
F91 ambushes F90
Mark takes aim with his VSBRs at his target, the oblivious F90 and its pilot Kyle Winters. Twin beam shots streak from the underbrush and pierce the upper torso. Kyle curses, turning. "What the he-... the F91, eh? Let's go..."
The F90 shoots backward and then upwards, landing on a small ridge. He fires down with his beam rifle, hitting the F91 hard. Mark curses and returns fire with his own beam rifle. Shots streak back and forth but Mark's aim is better. His shot hits the F90 in the chest and it stumbles, sliding down the cliff side. "Aaaaaah shit!" Kyle yells. Mark thrusts forward and plants his beam rifle inches from the F90.
"I win." he presses the trigger and the shot peirces the F90 close to the cockpit.
"Yeah.... fine."
Outcome: F91 wins, F90 loses
F91: 1 days damage
F90: 2 days damage
Wednesday, April 16th, 2003
Hah! None!
Tuesday, April 15th, 2003
F91 ambushes The O
Yuugi Takayamata maneuvered his massive, dull-colored, mobile suit into a resting position. It sits amongst a grove of trees and is surprisingly well camoflauged. but nearly well enough. Just as Yuugi is about to fold his arms and close his eyes, they snap open and he turns on his monitors. Even as he does this his suit is thrashed about. "Shit!" he curses and he monitors come on, revealing the F91, beam rifle ready to take another shot.
Thinking quickly Yuugi's suit draws its own beam rifle and it brings the beam weapon to bear, aiming at the F91's head. The O pulls the trigger and the blast shoots forward, catching Mark off guard completely. "Go to hell you stupid orange bastard!" Mark shouts over the comm, bringing his VSBRs up. Yuugi's hands stop controlling the suit and time seems to freeze. The F91 fires the powerul weapons, and on their damaging settings they engulf much of the forest. Yuugi closes his eyes and sweat pours from his face as he tries to the move The O to one side. Thinking it futile he closes his eyes as he does so, teeth clenched.
And he survives. Yuugi opens his eyes to the seen of destruction before him. Burning trees and stumps litter the ground between the F91 and where The O had been moments before. Thanking a higher power Yuugi grips his controls once more, now angry beyond the point of reason. Emotion seems to emmanate from him, which seems to give The O even more power. The hidden beam sabers reveal themselves as they slash into the torso of Mark's suit. Mark curses and tries to evade the raging suit.
Suddenly machine gun fire peppers the charging The O, causing Yuugi to fly back. The Silhouette lands infront of Mark, machine guns blazing. "He's... my... target... you... greedy... idiot!" Richter says, each word coming out as another round of ballistic fire tears through The O's torso armor.
"Damn it!" Yuugi curses. His suit finally falls disabled after the F91 charges past the Silhouette and stabs into the torso, close to the reactor, with its beam saber. A smile creeps onto Richter's face as his hands dart over his controls. A half-second later machine gun fire tears into the back of the F91. Richter chuckles.
Angered, Mark turns around, beam saber ready. "You want revenge, eh? Ha!" Mark laughs as his suit charges forward, beam saber ready. In a flash of sparks the Silhouette's saber meets the F91's. The two Formula suits clash, neither able to deal a decisive blow, despite Mark's skill advantage.
Richter's suit darts backwards. The F91 follows, bio-computer feeding Mark information and strategies. Richter blocks another swipe but he curses as another peirces his suit, close to the cockpit. Mark slowly drives the beam saber close to the cockpit. Richter closes his eyes, waiting to welcome oblivion.
But he doesn't get the chance. Mark stops his beam saber dangerously close to the cockpit. "I think I've beaten you bad enough..." Mark says, smiling. Richter, unwilling to give up, fires off his machine cannons at the retreating F91. Mark turns to him.
"You sure are stubborn!" Mark shouts as his vulcans return fire, and while not doing equal damage, they halt Richter's attack, the Silhouette pilot realizing it futile.
Outcome: F91 wins, The O and Silhouette lose
F91: 1 days damage
The O: 2 days damage
Silhouette: 2 days damage
X ambushes Heavyarms
John Ward moves his suit forward, buster rifle ready to fire. His target, the Heavyarms, stands silently yards away, its pilot, Aeidyn, unaware of the danger. Blue thrust spews from the back of the X as it charges over the lunar surface. "Hold still, Aiedyn..." John says with a smile, buster rifle raised.
He fires a shot that goes wide, but still manages to alert Aiedyn to the attack. The Heavyarms comes to life and immeditaely raises its gattling in the general direction of the X. "Eat this!" he cries before peppering the X with fire. John's suit falls to one knee, before standing again.
"All right.... change of tactics... let's see this thing close up!" he shouts before drawing the suit's beam saber. He closes in and Aeidyn, somewhat less willingly obliges, army knife swining forward. John almost laughs as he brings his saber down. But surprisingly to him the knife parries the saber. Aiedyn smirks. John fires his chest vulcan at close range, but it does nothing to the Heavyarms' tough armor. "Why.... won't... you... go... DOWN!?" he shouts bringing the saber down again. This time Aeidyn is too slow and the saber drives into the Heavyarms' head, almost cutting right through it. John laughs. "Too add to your embarrasment I'm going to let you live..." he removes the saber from the Heavyarms' head and instead kicks it in the gut. The suit topples and Aeidyn curses. She opens fire with her homing missiles at the X. John cries aloud as explosions rock his suit. It falls down, close to the Heavyarms. "You... little... bitch..." John lets out before passing out, the strain of his first battle in the X is obvious. Aeidyn smirks.
"Phew."
Outcome: Heavarms wins, X loses
Heavyarms: 2 days damage
X: 2 days damage
Thursday, April 10th, 2003
Den'an Gei ambushes Deathscythe
Oscar Wade moves his nimble Den'an Gei amongst the frozen tundra, snow melting away beneath him as his thrusters burn it away. A large wind kicks up, blowing snow around. His eyes dart in every direction. "Dammit..." he presses a button and a beep confirms that he has once again located the location of his target. "This is the fucking tenth time I've done this!" he shouts in frustration. His suit readies its beam rifle.
Andrew Dodson, blissfully unaware of the impending danger, sits fiddling with things in his cockpit. He curses as something, probably vital, snaps inhalf in his fingers. "Well.... there goes my heating..." he sighs, returning to his chair.
"Almost... got a lock..." Oscar mutters to himself. His beam rifle crosshairs train on the head of the Deathscythe. "Yes! Got it! Take that wind!" he yells to mother nature. The Den'an Gei's beam rifle lets off a shot that travels at lightning fast speed over the snow, melting as it goes. The beam, while going far off target and striking the Deathscythe in the leg, Oscar chers.
"Do I smell someone who wants their ass kicked?" Andrew mocks as he turns the Deathscythe around. He draws the suit's beam scythe and spotting the Den'an Gei, charges over the snow. He pulls back ready to swing. "Yup, I'd say so...." he smiles and swings the beam weapon. It cuts cleanly through the Den'an Gei's left arm and starts cutting into the torso.
"Shit! This wasn't supposed to happen..." the Den'an Gei raises its arm fires its beam gun at the Deathscythe. Andrew boosts backward, leaving the nearly sliced through Den'an Gei to pursue. The beam gun shots strike the ground in front of the retreating Deathscythe, only working to Oscar's disadvantage as they kick up snow. "Hold still!"
Andrew curses his limited amount of weapons, but the black mobile suit raises its arm and fires off its buster shield. The shield flies forward. Time seems to stand still for Oscar as the weapon spins toward his cockpit. "Oh HEEEEEELLLL!" he shouts, swerving the suit quickly to its side. The shield, insteading drilling into its intended target, take sout the Den'an Gei's other arm. He boosts over and seperates the Den'an Gei's torso from its legs.
"Hah. Teach you to pick on someone with no heat..."
Outcome: Deathscythe wins, Den'an Gei loses
Deathscythe: 1 days damage
Den'an Gei: 3 days damage
Wednesday, April 9th, 2003
None! Hah!
Tuesday, April 8th, 2003
Kowloon versus Nu
Ryan Mithaniel points to Angel Ukiya of the Nu. "I shall spork you." he states confidently. Angel blinks at him.
"Would that maybe be a challenge...?"
"Of course!" Ryan yells, leaping backward in a show of martial arts skill. The Kowloon;s cockpit closes and the infamous Gundam fighter spandex lowers from the ceiling. Angel leaps into his own cockpit, the orthodox-looking Nu raising its beam rifle.
The Kowloon takes the first move, Ryan shooting forward and striking the Nu in the chest with its palm. The newtype suit flies backward, but righting itself before slamming into the side of a large crater. Angel shoots back with her beam rifle, shots taking off parts of he Kowloon's armor. Ryan grunts as pain shoots to various points of his body. He charges again and delivers a high kick to the Nu. Or tries to. This time Angel is ready and swings were beam rifle, striking at the Kowloon;s exposed nether regions. Ryan emitts a high screech as he slumps to the floor, gasping. She takes this oppurtunity to take her beam saber through vital areas of the Kowloon. The suit powers down within moments. Ryan is shocked, having just recovered.
"Nay, Mr. Ryan, it is I who has sporked you." Angel mocks.
Outcome: Nu wins, Kowloon loses
Nu: 1 days damage
Kowloon: 2 days damage
Monday, March 17, 2003
Strike ambushes Sazabi
Outcome: Strike wins, Sazabi loses
Strike: 2 days damage
Sazabi: 3 days damage
Thursday, March 13, 2003
F91 ambushes Dendrobium Stamen
The F91 screams at top speed over the sands, Mark finally getting the hang of his mobile suit. The suit takes out its beam rifle and takes aim at its target, which stands two hundred yards away. The pink beam erupts from the rifle and flies, managing to knick the arm of the Dendrobium, but not taking it entirely off. Soul curses, turning and bringing his suit's folding bazooka up to bear. "How dare you..." Soul emmantes in a low voice, the shell firing from its barrel. Mark's suit swerves to the side, the shell streaking past his suit and exploding behind him.
"All right buddy, let's see what you got..." Mark smiles as he draws a beam saber. The blade ignites and Soul raises an eyebrow as it does so. Fumbling for a moment before accepting the challenge, the Stamen's own beam saber ingites. The F91 doesn't stop as Soul's weapon is ignited. He rams head on into the Stamen, beam sabers locking. The Stamen loses its balance and falls backward, its pilot unable to activate its thrusters. Mark smiles as his beam saber cuts through the upper torso of the Stamen, dangerously close to the cockpit. Soul, however, is not giving up. His vulcans rip into the head of the F91 causing the suit to go temporarily blind. Mark curses as his beam saber is wrenched from the torso of the suit by the Stamen's hand. Soul stands his suit up and his beam saber enters the blind F91.
"Hah!" Soul laughs as the beam saber cuts through the lower portion of the suit. A beeping noise echoes throughout Mark's silent cockpit.
"YOU IDIOT! YOU GOT MY REACOTR!" he screams over the comm. Both pilots eject, but just barely. Their parachutes open as they fall back to the ground, suits erupting in an explosive tangle of mass. Mark looks over at Soul, who is gliding silently. "Dumbass..."
Outcome: Stamen technically wins, F91 sorta loses
Stamen: 4 days damage; 9 VP
F91: 4 days damage; 8 VP
Epyon versus Nu
The Nu stands in the middle of an open field awaiting the Epyon.
"I knew that pilot would be late, I just knew it"
Just then the Epyon comes thru a clearing in the tree line and opens up a channel to the Nu.
"Oh come on, I'm not THAT late"
Quite annoyed by Isiah's late coming, Angel doesnt wait for Isiahs signal that he is ready and charges at him full tilt. Isiah, not expecting the pre-emptive attack, barley has time to dodge the several blast from the Nu's rifle and is hit, damaging his right leg. Isiah begins to breath heavily and the Epyon's ZERO Sytstem automaticaly turns on.
"That was n...NOT ni..NICE!!!!"
Isiah lets off a loud scream and the Epyon's beam sword seems to double in size. Angels eyes widen, as the Epyon blasts right for her.
The Nu Gundam seems to slices into 6 peices as the Epyon hacks away at her suit, leaving nothing but the torso intact. Isiah breathes heavily in the cockpit, sweat pouring off of his head.
A black shield flys tru the tree line and takes off the epyons left arm. Isiah spins the epyon around in time to see the Deathscythe blast out of the trees, beam scythe drawn above its head.
The Epyons ZERO System was still activated and Isiah's rages skyrockets, he powers up and charges the Deathscythe. Both suits clash and fly past each other. They stop, and in a dramatic moment, time seems to freeze.
Almost instantly, that moment is broken by exsplosion from both suits. Both pilots curse and spin their damaged suits around to face each other again. The Epyons power flucuates and it falls to the ground.
"Ha! The mighty Deathscythe wins!"
Irony, it seems is not without humor and the Tpyon lashes out with its heat whip, rapping it around Andrew's head. Deathscythe's head rips off as the heat whip is retracted and the suit falls to the ground.
"I win."
Outcome: Epyon wins, Deathscythe and Nu lose
Nu: Repairing 3 days
Epyon: Repairing 2 days
Deathscythe: Repairing 2 Days
Wednesday, March 12, 2002
None! Hah!
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Duel ambushes Zeta
Ketrani positions the Zeta in the shade of several large trees, her heart racing. Yards away the Duel walks, its pilot Malik scanning the landscape for a sign of his target. A beam rifle shot that flies slightly to the left reveals Ketrani's position to him and he smiles evily. "Now hold still, hottie..." he mutters into the coom. Ketrani's eyes narrow. The Zeta takes off at the Duel, beam rifle poised, its pilot now reckless with anger.
"You'll pay for that one, little man!" she shouts back. Malik rolls his eyes and his suit jumps into the air, avoiding a beam as well as the speeding Zeta. With surprising skill he quickly turns in mid air and fires downward with his high energy beam rifle. Ketrani brings her shield up just in time and the shot hits the slab of gundarium, doing little damage.
"Shit... she's not bad..." he comments. His suit touches down clumsily and he draws a beam saber. The weapon ignites, cutting the air. Ketrani happily obliges as her own pink blade jets forward from its handle. The two race for each other, swinging their weapons madly, but neither having enough experience to do any real damage to the other.
A smile forms on Malik's lips as the Zeta is stabbed from behind, a pink blade melting through its chest armor. The mobile suit falls down to reveal the Shining Gundam, beam saber held with both hands. Demitrius laughs. "Hah! Got that one!" His victory is short-lived however as he is thrown forward. Malik and Demitrius both turn to see the Sazabi walking slowly forward, beam shotrifle smoking.
"And I got that one!" Wil states obviously. Demitrius gets to his feet, pain still surging up and down his back. He puts his beam saber back and charges forward, hands raised. He draws his hand back and punches the Sazabi in its face. Wil curses as his cameras go off. The red mobile suit falls backward as its pilot waits for the secondary cameras to come back on.
Malik takes this opportunity and slams into the back of the Shining, throwing the mobile fighter off balance and sending a shot of pain to Demitrius' already sore back. "I'll... get you too...!" he cries, as the Shining regains its balance. "This hand of mine glows with an awesome power... ungh... its bright cry tells me to defeat you..." he starts in a low voice, while raising his hand. The Shining's hand, in response, lets off a bright green glow. "...SHINING... FINGAAA!!" he cries, shooting forward and latching onto the Duel's head. The head begins to cave in under the pressure exherted on it. "...Ugh..." Demitrius emitts a final grunt before passing out, exhasted.
The Duel takes a step back as the Shining falls limp in front of it. Malik looks up from his controls to find the Sazabi charging its mega particle gun. Malik lets out a groan and his eyes go skyward. He closes his eyes as the blast is released and its flies at him. The Phase System does very little to withstand the blast and the suit is engulfed in the explosion. When the smoke clears Wil smiles, the charred remains of the Duel still smoking. "You... bastard..." is all Malik can say.
Outcome: Sazabi wins, Duel, Zeta, and Shining lose
Sazabi: 1 days damage, 8 VP
Duel: 3 days damage, 8 VP
Shining: 2 days damage, 8 VP
Zeta: 2 days damage, 8 VP
Nu ambushes Kowloon
Angel sweeps over the surface of the moon, follwing just out of sensor range of her target, the Kowloon. Ryan, blissfully unaware of his attacker, tests out his new suit's speed. He comes to a halt and smiles. "Pretty impressive..." he mutters to himself. A sudden tingle in the back of his neck, however, causes him to swerve the Kowloon to the side, a shell flying past him a second later. He turns to find the Nu Gundam closing in, its Bazooka in one hand and beam rifle in the other. "Heh... new toy to kick the ass of..." he laughs and goes into some Eastern fighting stance. Angel blinks at this but continues firing his bazooka. Ryan jumps into the air, looking glorious as he leaps over a shell but then not so as another impacts his suit in the chest, sending it back to the ground. Ryan lays on the floor of his cockpit, cringing in pain.
"Take that!" Angel shouts at the fallen Kowloon, which now slowly gets to its feet. Ryan grits his teeth.
"All right buddy... you wanna go to hell or something?" Ryan asks, anger rising. "'Cause I'll be more than happy to oblige..." he says coldy. Angel smiles and brings up her beam rifle. She lets off two shots that hit the Kowloon in the shoulders. Ryan goes to one knee again. "Guess that's a... yes..." he manages to breath out. He gets to his feet again and is this time met by vulan fire. Ryan smiles. "That's not enough!" he surges forward and thrusts a palm at the Nu. The mobile fighter's hand impacts the Nu's upper torso, sending it flying.
"Damn him!" Angel shouts as her mobile suit stands. She takes out her beam saber and stands ready. The Kowloon readies for another attack and surges forward at a quick speed. Angel closes his eyes as the Nu's beam saber arm thrusts outward. All that is heard is a sizzle and the Newtype pilot opens his eyes. The Kowloon stands in front of him, looking normal, except it has a beam saber thust through its chest. Ryan finally passes out.
Outcome: Nu wins, Kowloon loses
Nu: 1 days damage, 8 VP
Kowloon: 3 days damage, 8 VP
F91 ambushes Silhouette
Mark takes aim with his VSBRs as the Silhouette wanders into his area. A smile forms on his lips as he presses the trigger. The twin beams streak out of the brush of his hiding place, streak over the ground, and burn twin holes in the cliff directly in front of the Silhouette. "Damn... missed 'em..." Mark states as his suit walks forward from its hiding place, vulcans blazing.
Richter, now aware of his foe, avoids most of the munitions and fires back with his larger assortment of ballistic weaponry. Mark curses and pulls out his beam rifle, abandoning his weaker weaponry. He takes a shot and manages to hit a joint on the Silhouette's left arm, causing it to fly off. "Crap..." Richter mutters to himself, changing his own strategy as well. He takes out his own almost identical beam rifle and returns fire, though not getting lucky.
Bio-computer feeding him information, Mark charges again, taking out a beam saber and getting up close to the Silhouette. In a manuever that does not reflect his skill, Mark slices off the barrel of Richter's beam rifle and with another quick slash cuts into the side of the Silhouette. He continues his assault and Richter is barely able to take out a beam saber before his head is removed from his MS. In a last ditch effort he fires off his mounted munitons but puts a stop to it when a 'warning' message appears on his monitor. "Damn... I concede..." Richter says glumly.
"Oh no you don't!" Mark shouts. Richter's eyes widen as the suit leaps back and brings forward its VSBRs. Richter, out of instinct, grabs his own, but instead of sticking around to fire, he takes off into the sky. Mark allows him to disappear from view before lowering his VSBRs.
Outcome: F91 wins, Silhouette loses
F91: 1 days damage, 8 VP
Silhouette: 3 days damage, 8 VP
Monday, March 10, 2003
Neue Ziel v.s. Strike
The massive mobile armor Neue Ziel slowly lifts into the air, its pilot not used to his space mobile armor, let alone using it in the atmosphere. John sweats, muttering, and running his hands over the controls as he recalls what does what.
Matsuo in the Strike seems much more confident in his piloting abilities, and he stands on his cockpit hatch, enjoying watching his friend try to get his armor into the air. "Need some help?" Matsuo asks, trying to sound earnest and mask his amusment.
"Bite me." comes John's reply. Matsuo shrugs and climbs back into the Strike's cockpit. The smaller suit powers up and it stands, its Sword Strike armor shining in the sun light. "Ready?" John asks.
"Yea.... GO!" Matsuo shouts the last word as he fumbles with his controls for a moment, before the suit draws its anti-ship sword. He surges forward. John looks around his keyboard and presses in a combination. He smiles and a barely audible click confirms his joy as a volley of micromissiles streaks forward. "Shit!" Matsuo attempts to swerve his suit to the side but manages to dodge very few of the missiles. Fortunately the Phase System takes the brunt of the attack and he continues his charge. He readies a massive swing, but a claw arm extends and knocks him back. He swings anyway and the sword burns through the bottomost part of the Neue Ziel's tail binder. John laughs as his armor shoots forward, past the falling Strike, and he turns his armor around. A low hum is all that can be heard aside from John's laguhter as his mega particle guns charge.
Matsuo gulps, but charges again, trusting in his superior barrier system. This time he thrusts his arm outward. The 'Panzer Eisen' rocket anchor shoots out and grapples the Neue Ziel's head. John curses as his cameras fail. The Neue Ziel's particle guns fire, and even without the aid of his cameras, most of the shots impact the hovering Strike. Matsuo is flung backward, but again the Phase System deflects the blast. He crashes into a grove of trees which collapse and cause minor dents in the Strike's armor. The Strike stands up, only to find the Neue Ziel hovering infront of him, claw arms extened, which in turn have their beam sabers extended. The sabers hang dangerously close to Matsuo's cockpit. "Looks like I win!" John says brightly. Matsuo grumbles, but excepts his defeat.
Matsuo sits inside of his cockpit, listening to John's laughter. Suddenly it comes to an end as John emits a small cry. "The hell?" Matsuo looks out to find The O, beam rifle drawn, pointing it at the fallen Neue Ziel. "Heh. Your suit looks funny..." Matsuo comments. Yuugi's eyes shift to the Strike and so does his beam rifle.
"Watch it." he says simply. He turns back to the Neue Ziel, which is now getting back on its... uhh... 'feet.' John growls and rubs a sore spot his head before facing his new attacker.
"...You... bastard..." he manages to say, before his nine mega particle guns begin to charge. Yuugi's eyes widen, but his beam rifle is quicker to fire than John's weapons and it slams into the Neue Ziel's torso. John curses. "Damn it.... how do I start the I-field...?" he mutters to himself. Yuugi laughs and the hidden beam sabers of The O deploy and Yuugi thrusts his suit forward and the sabers cut into the Neue Ziel. John curses but at the same time his guns fire again and The O's armor is shredded away.
"Ugh..." Yuugi mutters, slowly righting his suit. He surveys the area to find the Neue Ziel unoperational and the Strike where he left it, its pilot clearly enjoying the Neue Ziel's beating. Yuugi smiles, despite his suit's damage. "I suppose I'll leave you alone..." Yuugi says, turning his suit around. Yuugi is about lift off when twin beam shots pierce his torso. "What?" he exclaims, turning around. The F91 touches down yards away, VSBRs drawn. Mark gives a smile.
"Your tactic of staying out of the fight until everyone else has been worn down works quite well. I think I won, what'dya say?" he asks, VSBRs letting off a hum. Yuugi gulps, but nods.
"Fine. You win." he states simply.
Outcome: F91 wins; The O, Neue Ziel and Strike lose
Neue Ziel: 3 days damage, 14 VP gained
Strike: 2 days damage, 10 VP gained
The O: 2 days damage, 8 VP gained
F91: No damage; 5 VP
Xi v.s. Blitz
The lunar surface is peaceful save in one particular area. The Blitza and Xi fly side by side, searching for an appropriate dueling spot. "What about here?" Calagar nods his head downward, though Koji can't see it. A grunt confirms that Koji has no problem with it and the suits descend.
"All right..." Koji mutters to himself, scanning his controls. Calagar is doing something similar, neither in a hurry to start fighting. Finally Koji tears himself from staring at some small booklet and looks up. "Ready?"
"Yup." comes Calagar's simple reply. The nimble Blitz is the first to move, blasting into the air. Koji grunts and the massive Xi raises as well, not much slower. The Trikeros shield trains itself on the Xi and Calagar fires a shot. Koji smiles and lets the beam splash off the beam barrier. He thrusts forward, shield and beam saber out. Two missiles streak forward from the shield but Calagar swerves his suit to the side, dodging them. He draws his own beam saber and charges forward as well. Neither having considerable skill in melee combat attributes to the shortness of their beam saber duel and the Xi soon shoots backward. Koji concentrates hard and a single funnel rises from the Xi. Koji smiles and concentrate's on his funnel.
The tiny, beam gun toting machine streaks forward. Calagar flies backward and attempts a shot at it with his high-energy beam rifle. The funnel merely streaks past the beam and unleashes a tiny beam blast that splashes off the Blitz. Calagar smirks. "So much for that..." he charges forward again with renewed vigor. Koji de-activates his beam barrier and draws his beam rifle. A single thought crosses Calagar's mind. Now.
Thinking quickly he stops his charge and trains his beam rifle on the Xi, not bothering to aim, knowing that any shot he can get on the barrier-equipped suit is good enough. Before Koji relizes what Calagar is doing he is thrown around in his cockpit as the beam rifle shot impacts his armor. The shot lands a direct hit on the Xi's upper torso, barely missing its cockpit. "Damn..." Koji says, readying his own beam rifle. He fires two shots and they throw the Blitz around. The suit lands on the ground. Calagar still has one more idea...
He surges forward deperately and fires off the Gleipnir. The weapon shoots forward, its target the Xi's head. Koji curses as the weapon implants itself in the Xi's face. Calagar shoots forward again, beam saber drawn, and burns several holes in the Xi's armor with its beam saber. Calagar smiles. "The duel is mine. And if we had battled anywhere else, I might have lost." he says cheerily, gladdened by his victory. Koji grunts.
"Yea... a little help with my cockpit door...?" he asks, trying to pry open the door.
Outcome: Blitz wins, Xi loses
Blitz: 1 days damage, 10 VP
Xi: 3 days damage, 10 VP
Rafflesia ambushes Hi-Nu
Andin's massive red mobile armor speeds over the lunar surface, chasing after its fleeing prey, the Hi-Nu. Blaine curses, unable to shake off his pursuer. His experience (or lack thereof) allows him to turn, desiring to face his enemy. Andin stops his mobile armor, vents all over its surface opening to expel steam. He smiles and takes off at his enemy. Blaine draws his beam rifle and fires. The shot splashes harmlessly off of Andin's beam barrier and the suit, in response shuts it down, preparing to open up with its assortment of beam weapons. "All right, you cowardly bastard..." Andin mutters as his guns all lock on. Blaine gulps, desperately trying to find a weapon to use on his massive opponent.
Blaine curses and closes his eyes, readying for impact, after seeing no point in even trying to use his small missiles. He readies his shield even as he hears the beams erupt from the huge armor. "SHIT!" he shouts as his cockpit is filled by a blinding yellow light and he is thrown around for several moments.
The limp Hi-Nu falls to the ground, its shield and right side of its torso are barely recognizable. Blaine slowly opens his eyes. "Holy... shit..." he breathes. All of the golden light from the beams is gone. Andin has a broad smirk on his face as his mobile armor cools off.
"Wow..." is all Andin can say as the Hi-Nu stands up. "This thing kicks ass..." he laughs and prepares for another assault as the damaged Hi-Nu readies itself. Blaine has the suit draw its Nu Hyper Bazooka. It tosses aside the useless shield and takes aim, firing a shell at the charging mobile armor. The shell impacts the Rafflesia on one of its pedals, causing minor damage. The massive armor contunues its course, ramming the barely standing MS into a great rock shelf. Andin backs off, smile still not gone. "Well... I'm satisfied..." he says and the armor lifts into the air and boosts away. Inside the cockpit of the Hi-Nu Blaine sighs heavily, before trying to get out of his wrecked suit.
Outcome: Rafflesia wins, Hi-Nu loses
Rafflesia: 1 days damage, 8 VP gained
Hi-Nu: 3 days damage, 9 VP gained