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Post by vgraumann on Aug 21, 2019 18:35:12 GMT -6
Concurrent to the events of Witchy Woman and taking place in Side 5’s outskirts.
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It hadn’t been easy to highjack a mobile suit, but he had done it. It hadn’t been easy to find a smuggler who would take it aboard but he’d done it. It hadn’t been easy to contact the AEUG and win their trust to the point where they would take him it, but he’d done it. All said, the newtype commonly known as Michael Frank Gibson was having a very good couple of days. Now if both the federation and Titans would kindly keep their faces away from this airspace then it could officially be said that this was a good damn week, but that hung in the air like the pendulum in some old horror story he had read as a child.
Right now he was occupied in the ship’s mess with some of the crew who were having a party. Whiskey and beer were flowing and the air was full of the pungent smoke of some time of herb than was smoked by the crew as early 21st century dub was pumped out of a battered old looking boom box parked on the surface of the table where the newtype was playing a hand of cards and bobbing his head in time with the music. Common sense said he should have been sober but for once in his life he was being a little bit careless and decided to party with the off duty crew. “Wunderkind” they had called him, expressing envy that they didn’t have somebody with the skills to haul off a mobile suit like he had. The cargo was supposed to be a secret but they had figured it out as soon as he’d brought it on board. Nothing else used a crate quite like one of those in their trade. In fact it was a trick that one of their own had invented during the big war a few years ago. The man said he’d smuggled a gundam like that but nobody believed him.
Michael was expecting a call from another ship any time soon and he wasn’t supposed to answer it. The captain would send world along when it arrived and that was his cue to get going. Fortunately that message hadn’t arrived yet.
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Post by Rexi-tron on Aug 21, 2019 22:12:02 GMT -6
Approaching the many hangers was a rather inconspicuous ship, at least it was hopefully such. Onboard were all manner of people, some ex federation, some formerly zeon, and others with no affiliations. All of them were now part of the A.E.U.G. which wasn't saying much. The group was infantile by conventional standards, and there were some problems between members. Onboard rested a large bear of a woman who had a smaller subordinate locked under her arm currently as she doted on him like a big sister. This little interaction would be broken up when another individual popped into the door and relayed orders to go and escort someone.
Apparently, the ship was to meet with another and transfer over some cargo. They wanted several people on standby in case anything went wrong. The forces they had were really just scraps. Amelia's Plae Rider being the most potent. It was a suit that frankly scared her. She and another had used it to escape while the led personnel in other suits in desertion. But the events leading to that moment, and the strange system built in the unit made it an ominous beast to approach.
Amelia was now on standby in the hanger, ready to move at a moments notice along with several other technicians and pilots. They were waiting for a green light to move, and dreading the possibility of something going wrong. It would be optimal to avoid any unwanted company, especially the Titans or Zeon remnants eager for battle.
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Post by Oberst on Aug 22, 2019 17:32:27 GMT -6
The Titans had deployed one of their own EWAC Balls to a nearby sector of space in hopes of catching any would be smugglers looking to supply Zeon remnants or other separatist groups currently operating in and around the moon. The jury rigged mobile pod sensors were powerful enough to pick up the signatures of ships long before their sensors could get a ping on the relatively smaller pod.
Soon a Salamis Kai with a full complement would start chasing the small cargo ship at full speed. Among it's GM type C units there was this armored behemoth encased in full Chobham armor, the personal unit of a certain warrant officer of the Titans named Tabitha Westland. The daring blond girl would be the first one to get into the cockpit of her mobile suit, deciding to act as the vanguard along with another GM.
" Unidentified vessel stop your engines and prepare for a routine inspection." The Salamis Kai radio operator would inform the vessel via radio in a calm tone. Tabitha's newtype presence on the other hand was all encompassing and full of a dark intent, that uneasy feeling similar to the sensation of being stabbed in the chest would become apparent to any would be newtypes currently on board.
Opposing forces:
x1 Full armor RX78-NT1
X3 GM Type Cs
1x1 Salamis Kai
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Post by vgraumann on Aug 22, 2019 20:57:01 GMT -6
Michael let out a loud internal curse when the red might switched on and the captain’s voice could be heard from the intercom. He jerked away from the table and pulled up the zipper of his pants, going for the door as the girl underneath the table cursed at him loudly in Spanish. The captain had announced something about Titans and was now stalling for time.
An uncomfortable sharp feeling was growing in the center of his chest but he ignored it, blocking’ it out with the fact he knew he was in good health which meant only one thing could be approaching with that vessel; a newtype. By the time he had reached the almost empty cargo room where his machine was stored his own sense was practically blank, the type of thing that could be seen through but warping what was behind it to a certain extent. A strong enough newtype would feel a hard focus from him if they were close enough but otherwise he might as well be a ghost to anyone who wasn’t trained to sense newtypes. The sensation from him was like a shell, a hard layer of cold steel over his mind and body as he strode for his mobile suit. If things were going south then it was up to him to end things as quickly as possible, and silence those that had saw him out there. Killing a ship wasn’t easy with had he had on hand but it could be done properly if things worked out properly. As much as four dead mobile suits and a ship brought down with a shotgun would be one hell of a way to introduce himself to the AEUG and show what he could do.
The modified GM C High Mobility Type he had stolen was already fully equipped for combat. It had to be for the brief stop and go they had planned. The ship wasn’t even supposed to break pace for as much as a minute, just open the hatch and let the mobile suit drift into space on its own. The machine had even more thrusters than the usual high mobility variant and was more heavily armed too. This particular machine was armed with a large magazined shotgun and chain mines like the old Zeon mobile suits used to have as well as plenty of close quarters weapons as well. The High Mobility Raid Type lived up to its name. In space the high pressure slugs were devastating and he had been sure to secure more than just luna titanium buckshot for this kind of situation.
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Post by Rexi-tron on Sept 2, 2019 13:07:32 GMT -6
As sirens flared in the hanger it didn't take amelia long to prep the Rider for launch. They hadn't planned on a fight, but a fight was going to happen regardless. It wasn't likely they'd have to completely route the enemy force, but stopping them from advancing on them and stopping their actions would be disastrous for the fledgling A.E.U.G. The hangar doors would open as out stepped out, a Hyper Bazooka ready on the shoulder a beam rifle ready in the shield hand for the inevitable depletion of ammo.
"This is Amelia, Will provide covering fire before moving in to engage." The message relayed through the ships channels and perhaps if the operator had connected, to the other pilot they were set to retrieve. Around that time a system light flared up on a display that Amelia quickly disabled, she would postpone it as long as she could. The HADES system was something that still filled her with anxiety after what it had done before. The launcher was primed as she began to take aim, ready to move in to take her shots as needed.
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Post by Oberst on Sept 3, 2019 19:05:53 GMT -6
" We got an incoming contact heading our way. Deploy our reserve forces!" Tabitha called in their carrier upon noticing a single fast moving object coming straight at them. The fully armored RX-78 variant would match the Pale Rider heading. it's thrusters burning bright as it barreled straight at Amelia's machine, waiting the right moment to get within weapon's range. The beam rifle she was currently carrying was a model introduced late into the OYW but still very relevant in today's battlefield being the first one to be powered by it's own E-pac giving it 20 whole rounds of super charged particles.
The Alex computer recognized the Pale Rider, displaying it's correct name and other pertinent data directly to Tabitha's HUD. " About time you turned up!" She'd heard that unique prototype had been stolen from their research lab a few months ago and saw it as her duty to claim it back.
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The GM type C accompanying her would follow the suttle, attempting to seize control of it's cargo door to claim whatever was being hauled to supplied these alleged Zeon remnants.
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Post by vgraumann on Sept 8, 2019 17:04:59 GMT -6
Inside the ship’s cargo hanger Michael had brought his machine up to speed and chambered the first slug from the twenty round magazine with an electronic feed. The machine stood slowly with its main camera flicking to life as it took a step and then another, reaching up over one shoulder for the handle of one of the two chain mines attached to the backpack. The cord of explosive charges rattled free of its housing and flicked outward, swung in a sideways arc by the machine’s left hand. The furthest most charge clanked against the inner wall of the hanger door and the cord was pulled free. A red light blinked on and held as the charge was set. The rest of the cord was abandoned as Michael’s machine backed away from the door and to the right. Odds were the pilot was right handed, meaning they most likely carried their machine’s weapon in the same hand. By putting himself towards their left that bought him a moment’s reaction time when they brought their weapon around and the explosive on the door could keep them distracted.
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Post by Rexi-tron on Sept 8, 2019 19:24:42 GMT -6
There was a billow of smoke as the Hyper Bazooka let loose its first shot, its aim true to either hit the fast approaching unit or at least force a redirection. Already her gaze was wandering towards the retrieval target and the unit approaching, she had intended to stop enemies from approaching, but that was looking like just hopefull thinking. She'd take one more shot at the approaching Gundam before letting the Bazooka go to drift lazily towards the hanger.
The Rider immediately boosted away from the ship, clearing the path for defensive armaments and moving to a better position to deal with the Gundam and the GM C. The Beam rifle was now her primary weapon, and she was ready to have to go toe to toe with the Gundam and co. Her heart rate rising, the onboard systems monitoring her as the prototype system sat idling.
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Post by Oberst on Sept 8, 2019 20:43:08 GMT -6
The Alex composite armor successfully reduced the damage taken by those exploding bazooka shells but Tabitha did not allow the enemy to get an entirely clear shot at them, maneuvering constantly to avoid the brunt of each explosion. As they drew closer, the blond deployed the two arm Gatling guns, aiming ahead of the speeding Pale rider before letting out good burst of rounds that would spread over a wide area.
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The Titans GM type C was rocked back by the explosion, having lost it's dominant arm in the process. The blast was enough to push it away fro the ship, nearly injuring the pilot who had gotten quite the shock.
Unfortunately the other pair of GMs was now bearing on them, firing their long 90mm machineguns at the shuttle now.
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Post by vgraumann on Sept 10, 2019 7:22:00 GMT -6
Michael floored it, pushing his machine towards the maximum acceleration as the engines flared brightly. He raised his shield in his leg arm and covered his cockpit as he flew straight towards the damaged GM directly in front of him. He fired his shotgun in a burst and entered a lateral roll that would put his shield between him and the GM firing to his right. The slugs loaded into his magazine were highly quality armor penetrators, high density dark slugs with the tips incased by a solid metal sabot divided into four petals that would peel off and tumble through on their own on after impact.
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