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The little periscope of the Gundam Massproduced Ground Type pokes up from the edge of a trench on the outskirts of Constantinople. To the southeast lies the ruined city where the Odessa Task Force Beta is also making repairs. The Earth Federal Ground Force offensive is at a strategic pause but that doesn't mean that they are idling. "See anything Cowboy? Lady?" asks Lieutenant Daren Sanders. The persicope of the GMPGT retracts and the mobile suit slide down to where the rest of the team is hiding. Private Jason "Cowboy" Holmes did a bored sigh," Zilch, nada, zero sir." In the opposite side of the trench is a GM Ground Type. Corporal Elizabeth "Lady" Daniels blinks her green eyes a few times before making her report," Nothing as far as I can see on the ground or air." The head of Sander's custom painted GM Command turns from side to side. "Which means they're waiting for us to break cover first." "That figures," remarks Holmes in his own GMPGT," anyone here ever went fishing?" "Congratulations Cowboy, you're bait." The Private's GMPGT practically twitches at the news. "Er, what about Susie over here? I'm sure she would want to go for once." Private Susan Magnus's GMPGT is holding its beam rifle when she heard her name. The Gundam's head turns towards Holmes. "Lieutenant's orders." The GM Command got up and nudges Holmes's GMPGT. "C'mon Cowboy, let's go. Lady?" "Aye sir?" "Covering fire, full set." "Vina, you're ready?" The voice of Captain Becky Brandes on the bridge of the Trick woke Private Vina Sealander from her daydream. She is sitting in the cockpit of her Guncannon MPT, nicknamed the "Virtue". The Guncannon itself is standing right at the doors of the Medea-class transport. "You found them?" grumbles Sealander as she stretches. She has spent the last few days picking up the blasted rubble from the liberated city of Constantinople. "There's only two of them but it's a start." "Where are the others?" "Probably nearby. So, unless you want to be the new 'janitor' of Constantinople, I suggest we go." "Fine, fine. Where are Priddy, Straatmann, and Beatty?" asks Sealander as the Guncannon powers up. The rear door of the Trick opens up and a strong wind blasts the Guncannon. "'The Worst Holy Kings' are loitering above us. Now get going before I have to barrel-roll this plane to get you off." "Wait, what do you mean by barrel-rolllllllllllll-aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" From her view point on the Medea's bridge, Becky Brandes held onto her chair as the Trick did a spin. The Guncannon "Virtue" tumble out her rear door like a giant ball as the bridge crew brought the Trick back to level flight. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" asks Ruben Shubert, only of the pilots for the Medea. "Yeah, I'm not sure this is part of Private Sealander's plan," adds the co-pilot Mayra Hopping. "Well," answers Brandes," her parachute should deploy any moment now..." Above and behind them are three Fly Mantas. The lead pilot leans over in his cockpit. . "Hey," says Reggie Straatmann in his Fly Mantas," isn't that Private Sealander?" "Sure is," confirms Shane Priddy as he strains his neck to look," fancy that." "Well I..." began Samuel Beatty," oh, there goes her parachute." "Aren't there suppose to be three canopies? I only see one." Complete silence grips the "Worst Holy Knights" for a few seconds. "Tally-ho everyone! Targets in the drop zone, let's go!" "Lieutenant! Above you!" Sanders raises his shield just as a pair of 200mm rounds blasts apart the ground around him. His 90mm machinegun began spitting fire at the Guncannon that is drifting to the ground. Next to him, "Cowboy" holmes fires his 360mm bazooka at the Guncannon "Virtue". The Guncannon MPT hits the ground hard on one knee and starts spraying with beam spray gun in one hand and beam rifle in the other. Sanders and Holmes were about to press their attack when three sets of 40mm rounds strafes them. "COVERING FIRE!" shouts Sanders as he signals for Holmes to head back to the trench. From behind them, "Lady" Daniels lets loose on her 100mm machinegun as Magnus takes carefully aimmed shots with her beam rifle. Private Sealander in her Guncannon MPT shook her head clear while keeping her finger squeezed on the trigger. The Guncannon pops off the risers to the parachute as it stood up and began pursuing Sander's MS. "Becky! There's a trench up ahead! Get the Kings on it!" Private Xander O'Reilly lead the way with his Core Booster as the rest of his squad follows in formation. They just did a high-speed flyby of the Medea, rocking the transport plane in their turblence. Kenneth Jaeger, Mary Astor, and Patricia Hodgins broke away from O'Reilly. They began dogfighting the three Fly Mantas of the "Worst Holy Kings" flight. The Jet Core Boosters catches the Fly Mantas right after they drop their missiles into the trench. The GM GT and GMPGT took cover as explosions rock them. O'Reilly himself did a spin as he drops his one AG Bomb right behind Vina Sealander's Guncannon MPT. The explosion propels the Guncannon into the air where it lands meters away. O'Reilly pulls out of his dive bomb run when suddenly a beam clips his wing. Trailing smoke, he prepares for a crash landing. "They got Alice!" shouts Jaeger as he flew after Samuel Beatty's Fly Manta. The rest of the Jet Core Boosters dance after the Fly Mantas. Sealander got up from falling on the ground a second time. The bomb from Xander O'Reilly left her cameras are fuzzy and disoriented. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, something heavy lands on her. "GOTCHA!" shrieks "Cowboy" Holmes in his GMPGT. Suddenly something lands on him too. "Good going Cowboy!" congratulates Sanders as his GM Command lay on top," Susan and Lady, get over here!" It was an odd sight as a GM GT and GMPGT ran out of the trench, their armor wobbly from the missile assault. They collapse on top of Sander's GM Command, adding to a hilarious dogpile outside of Constantinople. Sealander yanks her controls but to no avail. The head of the Guncannon "Virtue" turns and faces the visor of the GM Command. "Well, what now?" taunts Sealander," we're both stuck." "Nah," objects Sanders," Checkmate." His 60mm head vulcans let rip and the small rounds smashes apart the face of the Guncannon "Virtue". "Woo-hoo!" shouts Daren Sanders in triumph. Off in the distance, two riflemen of the EFGF stood there. They witness the battle and a half-burnt cigarrette fell to the ground. "They're our guys?" "Yep." "We're screwed." Daren Sanders - 5 VP gained, 1 days damage Vina Sealander - 4 VP gained, 1 days damage Xander O'Reilly - 4 VP gained, 1 days damage |