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Daren mutters something obscene as he slaps another clip into his machinegun, peering around the corner of the building he's using for cover. He quickly jerks back as a cannon shell hits the corner of the large apartment complex, spraying bricks and masonry outwards. "God damn it... they're still out there? Why the hell is Zeon here?" The GM accompanying him lays down a burst of machinegun fire from it's position behind the next building over, sending a similar spray of masonry from the building that his tormentor is hiding behind... and accomplishing about as much. A few blocks away, Eugene frowns. While the markmanship of the Federation pilots has been thus far relatively unimpressive, the beam gun shots Daren managed to unload before draining his E-cap have mostly ruined his Zaku's left arm and blown off the shoulder spikes of the J-Type Zaku accompanying him, for little damage thus far on his victim. "Hmm... we have them pinned, but they're in a fairly good position. We can't stay here forever, or they'll recieve reinforcements. You! Do you have any cracker grenades?" The J-type Zaku pilot gives him a thumbs up, holding one of the nasty little objects up. "Excellent. Toss it in there and root those GMs out, would you?" Without further ado, the J-Type Zaku presses the button on the grenade and flings it... but it's aim is a little off, and instead of landing behind the building, it lands inside it. A few seconds later, it detonates, blowing out the 30-story tall structure's main supports. Fortunately for Daren, it collapses backwards, and not forwards, though a significant, albiet, not crippling, amount of debris falls on both him and his wingman, smashing cameras, gouging armor, and destroying weapons systems. As a large cloud of dust poofs up, he decides discretion is the better part of valour, especially with the sound of rapid Zaku footfalls moving closer to his position, and engages his thrusters, his wingman following suite, as the two GMs beat a hasty retreat. A few machinegun shells arc up out of the dust, smashing some holes in Daren's armor, and he winces, but continues to boost away, and by the time the dust clears, the two Federation mobile suits are long gone. Eugene Rice-Ionesco: 1 days damage, 8 VP gained Daren Sanders: 2 days damage, 6 VP gained In eastern Sicily, Cameron Sune marched his newly minted RGC-80 GM Cannon across a wide, open plain occasionally disturbed by rolling hills. Next to the GM Cannon marched the smaller, but capable RGM-79 GM, the mainstay of the Federation mobile suit division. "How much longer are we going to wander on this island," the pilot of the GM asked of Sune over their com channel. Sune frowned and scratched his chin. "We're almost done, Petty Officer," Sune replied. "We just have this one quadrant up ahead to check. Ground Intel is sure that there is a Zeek somewhere in this region, probably getting ready to take a sniff at Malta. Can't let that happen." The petty officer grumbled as the two suits began to climb up a rather steep hill. The GM, slightly ahead, suddenly stopped. "Hold up," its pilot began. "What?" Sune asked indignantly. "Zeek," the other replied. Sune maneuvered his GM Cannon up to the top of the hill and kneeled it, the massive lunar titanium hands crushing the hilltop. Peering down the hill, about a half-mile away, leisurely waltzed a Zeon mobile suit. "I don't recognize the suit," Sune asked. "It looks to be an MS-07B, sir," the petty officer replied. "A Gouf." ~ Edward Night whistled softly to himself as he piloted his Gouf southward, taking a circular path to the southern Sicilian shore where he could take a peek at the Federation base located at Malta. It's a lovely day out, Night thought, panning the mono-eye of his suit across the beautiful, cloudless eastern Sicilian plain. ~ "How long are you going to take to aim that thing?" the GM’s pilot asked? "As long as it takes," grumbled Sune. He carefully aimed his 240mm cannon, locating the Gouf's chest. "Gotcha," he whispered, a smile on his face. He depressed on the trigger, firing the massive cannon attached to his right shoulder. The round shot out, ripping through the air towards the unaware Gouf. At the last moment, the Gouf slightly twisted his torso, and the round slammed against the Gouf's right arm and knocking the Zeon mobile suit towards the ground. ~ "Jesus," Night seethed, recovering from being tossed around the cockpit of his Gouf. His suit rested quietly on the ground. "What the hell was that?" Another shell landed close by, shaking the Gouf and throwing dirt up into the air. A sense of urgency about him, Night staggered his damaged Gouf to its feet and, throwing the suit into full-throttle, headed northwards. "I hate this island." ~ Sune smirked as the Gouf headed northwards, back the way it came. "Look at the tail between its legs," Sune laughed. The pilot of the GM also laughed. "Let's finish him off," the pilot suggested. "Nah," Sune replied, "Now that he knows we're around, he won't come back. All Zeeks are cowards." His comrade started to protest. "Trust me," Sune said. "He ain’t coming back." Cameron Sune: 7 VP gained, No Damage Edward Night: 6 VP gained, 2 Days Damage |