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Will squints through his scope as his Gundam's head pans back and forth in the rain, flashes of lightning reflecting off the V-Fin as he adjusts the position of his 180mm's barrel. His commlink is open to one of the orbiting Dish pilots above the cloud deck, though reception is rather poor, and he's starting to get rather irritated waiting for his target. "No targeting? Why are we hiring you, then!?" Tetsuya is having similar annoyances, except his Dish pilot is rather ruder. "Listen, you twit! It was YOUR choice to try to launch long range artillery strikes in this horrible weather, and I'm not going to take this tub of a plane into that storm no matter how much you threaten me! If you don't like it, come up here and MAKE me!" The pilot of the nearby GM Sniper isn't even trying; his rifle is hanging low to the ground, and his hatch is open, where he enjoys a smoke. "Heh... damn rookies. Well, whatever, I still get paid..." He gives the finger to a Dopp that's making it's way arduously through the sky overhead; the heavy winds are visibly pushing the small, ackward shaped aircraft around, and any attempt at a strafing run would be a double death sentence from both turbulence and the fire of the nine mobile suits positioned around the area. Behind a nearby rock formation, Jennifer peers at her screen with a slight look of disbelief on her face. "NINE mobile suits? And a Gundam? We're not doing this, we've recieved bad intelligence. Launch a salvo of grenades and retreat!" A series of explosions echo across the area as various cracker and smoke grenades detonate, and the GM Sniper pilot makes a face as the acrid scent of chemical smoke covers the area. The Dopp overhead peels off and starts to fly away; apparently whoever it was spotting for has decided discretion is the better part of valour. Outcome: Draw Jennifer Morales: 2 VP gained, no damage Mujib Mohammad Shahryar: 2 VP gained, no damage Qayin Gershom: 2 VP gained, no damage Tetsuya Morimoto: 2 VP gained, no damage Wil Barton: 2 VP gained, no damage "Alright, gentlemen," Anton Vereschagin said, a smile on his face. Comfortable in the cockpit of his Rick Dom, Vereschagin turned his suit to face his three comrades. His Rick Dom floated effortless over the surface of the Moon. Across from him, another Rick Dom, a Zaku II-R1 HMT, and a Bigro floated. Several kilometers away, the three ships of the Vereschagin Fleet, arrayed in a "V" formation. "It is time to test our skills in a melee," Vereschagin announced. Darius Carver, John Church and Ryu Hazuki answered his statement with a chorus of cheers and acknowledgement. "To your corners," the captain of the Admiral Hipper, the Tivvay flagship of the Vereschagin Fleet ordered. The four Zeon mobile suits powered their thrusters, each retreating to a pre-designated "corner" on the edge of a massive Moon crater. "On the count of three," the captain announced. "One. Two. Three. Fight!" The three mobile suits each were equipped with specialized 100mm paintball machineguns, while the Bigro had its eight missile pods rigged with cheap paintball missiles. When the captain of the Admiral Hipper announced "fight," each pilot slammed their mobile suits to full speed. Vereschagin charged towards Church's Zaku II-R1 HMT, while Hazuki and Carver began to tangle. Vereschagin let loose a spat of paintballs towards Church, who, at the last moment, powered his thrusters upwards, away from the Moon's surface, avoiding the burst. Cursing under his breath, Vereschagin throttled forward and flipped his Rick Dom to face the Zaku HMT. The Zaku, high above his Rick Dom, similarly turned to face the Rick Dom and the two suits began to exchange paintball fire. Both pilots entered into a series of acrobatic maneuvers, dancing and strafing back and forth, trying to land their rounds. Hazuki's Bigro streaked over the crater, heading straight for Carver's Rick Dom. Carver opened up on the Bigro, landing several paintball rounds on the large mobile armor. Hazkui ignored the fire and, as he closed in on the Rick Dom, fired a cluster of his paintball missiles. "Shit," Carver yelled, frantically boosting his Rick Dom upwards. The missiles barely missed the Rick Dom, striking the far side of the crater, splattering red paint everywhere. As Carver boosted away from the Bigro, he fired another burst of paintballs, striking again the Bigro. "I will get you!" Hazuki yelled in glee, turning his mobile armor towards Carver's Rick Dom. He began a second run on Carver, charging without regard for the paintball damage. Every strike against the Bigro's armor shook the mobile armor. Closing in, Hazuki fired another burst of paintball missiles. Carver was able to dodge this set of missiles again, and he continued to fire into the Bigro. Church and Vereschagin continued their fierce dance above the Moon, both now father above their two other comrades engaged in combat. "Get hit already," Vereschagin cursed, frustrated by the Zaku HMT's speed and maneuverability. The Rick Dom and the Zaku HMT continued to trade fire, neither pilot being able to land a blow on the other. Their duel was suddenly interrupted by the Bigro's second volley of missiles. Though Carver had deftly dodged them several moments earlier, neither Church nor Vereschagin were prepared for them. The missiles streaked between the two veteran pilots, one striking Church's Zaku in the side, impacting violently and spraying red paint in all directions. "Damnit," Church yelled. Vereschagin, unperturbed by the interruption, fired a steady burst of rounds into Church's mobile suit, each round striking home, slamming blue paint against the Zaku HMT. "You're out of the fight, John," Vereschagin said in glee. He turned his Rick Dom towards the surface, watching the Bigro make another run on Carver. Throttling to full speed, Vereschagin charged downwards, firing his paintball machinegun into the Bigro as well. The two Rick Doms both maneuvered around the slower mobile armor, belting it with paintball rounds. Within moments, nearly every surface of the outmatched Bigro was covered in blue or yellow paint. "You're out, Petty Officer Hazuki" the voice of the Admiral Hipper's captain called over the radio. "You've taken far too much 'damage.'" "Screw this," Hazuki replied, frustration in his voice. "It's not fair. Normally I'd have my fucking mega particle weapon." "Sore loser," Carver replied, chuckling. He quickly boosted away from the now lifeless Bigro and his last opponent: Vereschagin. "Just the two of us, Sublieutenant," he said. "Indeed," Vereschagin replied, maneuvering his Rick Dom to face Carver's. "And it's time for you to lose." Powering his Rick Dom to its peak performance level, he charged forward, firing at Carver. Carver returned the favor, racing towards Vereschagin. It had become a game of chicken. Both suits took hits from the other's paintball machinegun, blotches of blue or yellow paint appearing on their Rick Doms. At the last moment, Vereschagin boosted upwards, surprising Carver. Vereschagin fired another burst of rounds in Carver's direction. Carver barely managed to dodge most of the rounds, a few them striking against his Rick Dom's torso. "Damnation," cursed Carver. The two Rick Dom pilots entered into a frenzied series of aerial maneuvers, both trying to catch the other in his crossfire. After a minute of twisting, turning, and strafing, Vereschagin managed to catch Carver, striking his subordinate with a dozen, well-placed rounds into Carver's Rick Dom, ending the duel. "You're out, Petty Officer Carver," the Admiral Hipper's captain announced over the radio. "Haha!" Vereschagin replied gleefully. "I am the victor!" "Not so fast," Church's voice suddenly rang. Before Vereschagin could reply, his Rick Dom shook violently as Church's Zaku HMT, which he had carefully maneuvered behind his friend, fired a full burst of paintball rounds into the back of Vereschagin's Rick Dom. Pink paint sprayed across the Rick Dom's back. "I thought that I had got you, you bastard," Vereschagin cursed. "Admiral Hipper didn't call me out," Church answered. "Bastards, all of you." "Nancy boy," Church replied, laughing. Hazuki and Carver had drifted closer towards Vereschagin and Church, both laughing hard as well. "You did not use pink rounds again, John," Vereschagin said angrily. "Oh, but I did," Church answered, laughing even harder. "You bastard," Vereschagin said. "I will have my revenge!" John Curch: 1 Days Damaged, 7 VP Anton Vereschagin: 1 Days Damaged, 5 VP Ryu Hazuki: 1 Days Damaged, 5 VP Darius Carver: 1 Days Damaged, 5 VP |