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Post by Oberst on Dec 14, 2019 20:03:41 GMT -6
On board the EFSF Irish class cruiser ' Sussex' Somewhere around Deimos outer perimeter
Recently promoted Commodore Marina Von Witzland had been granted command of the newly arrived Sussex cruiser. Her old ship the Edelweiss was being sent back to the moon for imminent repairs after it's nearly six month long voyage and eventual expedition to Mars. It was obvious to anyone the Ra Cailum class battleship had seen better days. The ship was battered and had a few holes in it from bow to stern. A couple of guns were missing as well and there was no denying a few hands were being sent back home in caskets.
Marina had lost most of the pilots and their mobile suits however her daring raid had ended with the Martian super weapon partially disabled. She wasn't the one who walked out of it with the most promotions, however. That honor belonged to now defunct Rear Admiral Jonathan Dean. All the other pilots who took part in that attack were also given promotions posthumously
Instead of going home with the ship, Marina actually volunteered to stay in Mars and the brass had no trouble granting her that position even if it meant being assigned to a less capable ship. Not to say Marina had any qualms about any of the Irish class vessels. For the time being she had been given a complement of new pilots including a few of her protegees. This young lady called Persephone had shown up not too long ago, a complete stranger to the Commodore which prompted her to keep an eye on this new arrival, that machine the new pilot brought with her demanded attention.
For the time being her patrols were taking care of keeping awareness in front and behind, the Sussex sensors boosted by the Clop class cruiser Hidalgo gave them awareness over a wide area but this sense of awareness would not be enough to bring down any would be attackers.
In this scenario of tension, Commodore Von Witzland saw it fit to take a stroll around the halls of her new ship, merely observing the crew as they went around their business. Marina was not the type of CO that sat at the bridge all day, instead pestering her subordinates and micromanaging their work habits to ensure they were all on schedule. There were all sort of rumors from the new arrivals, some very unflattering and other blatant exaggerations.
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Post by stinger2319 on Dec 21, 2019 17:08:28 GMT -6
The New arrival was in the hangar bay. It stood proudly in place as its unique coloration made it stand out even more. It was certainly more than a mere zeta variant as it now was clear to have had elements from an older Gundam mark and had been built using modern materials and techniques. It was clear that a great investment had gone into this machine going by the extra features. Though what was strange was it was armed with such an archaic weapon. A long coil gun that going by its markings and parts was from years before the gryps conflict. Its shield was also quite interesting since it incorporated a micro missile launcher and its own 60mm augmented vulcan with a beam saber. It was quite a refreshing idea for its time but now one could say it is outdated to an extent.
The pilot was a slightly strange sight. A younger girl who looked like she had no place in a mobile suit. But going by what the crew did see she was fairly good. Clearly a prodigy or a legendary Newtype. She had a kind of calming aura about her, though this was offset by the fact some of the deck crew swore they saw the mobile suit move on its own every now and then. This wasn't a simple trick of the mind or light but an actual event due to the psycho control system integrated into the machine in an attempt to allow its pilot as much control as possible.
The girl Persephone went to report to the ships commander. she didn't exactly look forward to being in a strange ship let along so close to the front line. The grizzly sight from the Gera Dogas cockpit also haunted her. But orders were orders.
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Post by Oberst on Jan 7, 2020 18:20:54 GMT -6
Commodore Von Witzland would approach the new arrival all by herself, since she felt perfectly safe within the halls of this ship she now commanded. Right now they found themselves in enemy waters which meant she needed all hands on their stations, ready to greet the enemy in whichever form it presented itself.
" I assume you weren't sent here on a vacation?" The blond woman would ask playfully. Persephone had been quite an unexpected visitor, not having any tasks prepared at hand she could help with.
" I have no problem entertaining guests but this isn't exactly a pleasure cruise." Marina would continue with the same jovial attitude. This girl wasn't a subordinate which meant even a Commodore like herself had no business bossing around in any capacity.
" The enemy can be on top of us any minute now. You're free to do as you please just stay out of harms way. And please don't obstruct the path to the catapults, our survival depends on those last ones." Right now it was not the time for her to worry about the top brass hound dogs breathing down her neck, not when the Martians were likely coming at them with anti ship weaponry.
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Several hundreds of miles away a fully armed Doven Wolf was able to slip past the EWAC coverage network. It wouldn't be much longer until the cruiser sensors picked it up but he was getting closer. Isami had personally volunteered to conduct this strike, knowing going all alone while the other group engaged the patrols could potentially gain decent results.
If he could score a direct hit with those two missiles the damage inflicted to that battle cruiser would be quite significant, effectively rendering it useless for future operations. This attack mobile suit was also perfectly capable of defending itself during these type of strike missions. The pace of the Doven Wolf was hasty but he wasn't generating much of a flare, not wanting to be seen coming from too far away.
By now he could see the flashes and explosions of this other on going skirmish, certain all eyes were on that action. While he still had a long way to go he didn't need to be anywhere near that ship to fire each missile.
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Post by stinger2319 on Jan 9, 2020 13:34:57 GMT -6
Persephone didn't give the woman the satisfaction of a real response emotionally. She instead held out a data stick containing the relevant documents she would need to confirm the woman's arrival. "I am Persephone. Special dispatch after a report of Newtype mobile armors was filed. I am here to help counter any future Newtype threats for the time being."
Her tone was dull and Lifeless as she spoke. Fatigue clear in her eyes along with a disjointed intelligence. That alone would be enough to cause concern with most commanders. Especially when it concerned the pilot of a gundam.
"I didn't ever think I would see the red planet itself during combat. Considering I share the name of Hades wife maybe it's some cosmic irony."
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Post by Oberst on Jan 15, 2020 19:19:56 GMT -6
" I'll make sure you have all the fuel and ammo you request. Provided we can be resupplied, naturally." Marina was going to prioritize arming her new guest, more out of courtesy than anything else. There was no reason to antagonize these people, if anything they could make themselves useful. The one-eyed blond would take a hold of the data drive with a certain delicacy.
" As long as we can keep our supply lines well defended this should be a walk in the park which for you means plenty of medals and promotions afterwards, granted, as long as you don't blow it and throw yourself to an early grave out there." Commodore Von Witzland couldn't help be a little snarky herself. Being in a battlefield made her giddy and outspoken like that. Every sentence could be her last so why not have a little fun?
Shortly afterwards an alarm would start bleeping on the signal officer station. Something out there was acquiring a lock on them and was approaching quickly.
" Those must be their anti ship missiles." Marina figured they would be coming and thus ordered counter measures to be deployed in the shape of dummy balloons that would soon inflate to at the very least act as shields since missiles exploded shortly upon impact.
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Isami was not falling for the barrage ballons. With a fully deployed beam rifle he took aim at the ballons blocking his line of fire, firing at full power from extremme range. He didn't want to get anywhere near that Cruiser since he knew their defenses would shred anyone foolish enough to get up close. The red comet was a myth born from Zeonic propaganda. Mars Zeon struggle was nowhere near as glorious.
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Post by stinger2319 on Jan 20, 2020 21:24:02 GMT -6
"I can re sortie and perform an interception role. I am equipped with several long range weapons suitable to taking out such targets. I only require my fuel tanks be topped off." Persephone said as the data drive now was in witzlands possession. Her mobile suit Was indeed armed with many long range weapons. Its pilot making the conscious decision to take a relic of a weapon from the interwar period before the grypse conflict over a modern and decidedly more efficient tool. This made the suit ill suited to mid and some close range combat on paper but in practice the girl had shown her skill to get by with she had.
"I feel that the enemy might try to use the ordinance as a distraction swell. I believe i would also be of great use if a sizable force is detected."
By this point the decoy mines deployed in the mars zeon push would be detected as a large group of approaching mobile suits as they gradually took effect and drifted in under their own inertia which was boosted by a clever release of excess gas to mimic more appropriate mobile suit long distance travel speeds.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Feb 8, 2020 13:32:22 GMT -6
The freighter transport ship Zhukov was out of range of the Federations patrol fleet, observing the scene - should they be noticed, they could quickly make their escape anyway. Lieutenant Commander Maya Zolkova's ship may have been modified to be equipped with a few self-defense machine guns, but its purpose was covert operations, and this patrol fleet of 3 Clop ships and an Irish-class was too big of a prey to be raided. Maya sat in her ship's command chair, rather disappointed with this predicament. Mars Zeon rarely seemed to be in the shape to fight. One of her crewmen reported signs of a friendly mobile suit near the Federation fleet staying at a safe distance and firing upon decoy barrage balloons that were deployed to block missiles. Of course, she heard about some kind of strike, but just one mobile suit ? She ordered to open a closed channel between her ship and the friendly MS, hoping she would get a response from her ally.
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Post by Oberst on Feb 8, 2020 14:16:34 GMT -6
" I assume they are trying size up our capabilities." Marina was not worried about a single mobile suit taking pot shots at them from extreme range. The I field generators installed in all of these ships could wither whatever barrage they could fire their way, however what if they were merely trying to get Intel on them.
" I am sending a pair of Rezels to deal with that bothersome fly, feel free to accompany them. I don't doubt there is something else waiting for a chance to take a pounce at us." There was no reason for her to be secretive around Persephone, in fact Marina was taking a liking to this girl.
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" Ahhh, pleasure to see you, commander Zolkova." Isami would respond in a cheerful mood, taking notice of the converted freighter. Maya's raid team was quite infamous within the Mars Zeon forces but this operation did not suit their Modus Operandi.
" We have managed to bring down one of their Mobile suit elements, this other unit captured this unknown mobile suit not too long ago." 15 minutes earlier there had been an skirmish where one of their RF Doms had managed to snag a Sinanju Stein, taking it and its pilot captive.
Isami's Doven Wolf was transmitting his targeting data to the Zhukov's bridge so they would be able to witness the flash of more mobile suits being deployed. The two Rezels were loaded lightly for interceptions in mind.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Feb 8, 2020 14:34:41 GMT -6
The Zhukov received the data, taking note of enemy MS being deployed. Given the situation, Maya was concerned, even if their forces managed to capture a Sinanju Stein.
"I'd suggest considering to fall back at any point after dispatching those Rezels, we have room for one suit," She reported after sending out the Zhukov's coordinates to the pilot, "Until then, we'll stay put."
A part of Maya was hoping to sortie in her Kshatriya, along with the two Geara Zulu units accompanying her, but this wasn't the best situation for that unless she could make it quick.
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Post by stinger2319 on Feb 15, 2020 19:41:06 GMT -6
"Then I shall deploy and draw out these agressors. My machine should be more than amply suited for this task given its speed alone. I only worry if they have brought a mobile armor." Persephone spoke as her mobile suit was being refueled. She didn't intend to take any pointlessly dangerous actions. Afterall she was deploying from a battleship. It should be able to coordinate a proper response while she kept whatever scavengers were waiting in the wings.
After the refueling was done persephone sortied. Her Ovations thrusters leaving behind a trail that faded from white to lavander as she began to accelerate after the catapult had sent her out. She gripped the controls tightly feeling uneasy as a wave of latent emotions washed over her. These were from the pilot of the captured stein.
Persephone did her best to push this distraction to the back of her mind but was having a hard time. She had not formed a bond like this one knowingly or unknowingly before which left her unable to properly manage it. This began to manifest ghostly images of a swarm of mobile suits advancing along with a strange mobile suit.
As the ovation streaked across space to the origin point of the attacks she began to veer wildly as the images began to attack her. Though in reality there was no agressors, unless you counted the many dummys drifting ever closer from afar. But even those were not visually distinguishable. This would give quite a show for isami and any mars zeon observers as the Ovation engaged with a phantom of a machine not even deployed still. The shield vulcans fired stich in a line of impacts across a piece of Debries making deep impacts as persephone began to panick.
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Post by Oberst on Feb 15, 2020 20:38:22 GMT -6
" Hmmm ... there's something wrong with that mobile suit." There was this odd sensation Isami had began to feel. There was a phantom dancing with that Gundam that had just deployed from the Irish class cruisers and it wasn't one of his subordinates. He would keep fswitch to the missiles and let out the two he had, having already brought down a pair of barrage balloons. These projectiles would take a few minutes to reach their target with the ranges involved.
" Think you could send a few funnels to sniff them out? Don't worry i'll keep you covered." It was no secret Maya had been given the repaired Kshatriya.At this moment, isami's unit was running a diversionary operation which had been what allowed them to get this close to these three cruisers in the first place. There was no telling when more Federation reinforcements would arrive which meant they didn't have an awful lot of tie to figure out a way to sink them.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Feb 16, 2020 17:00:21 GMT -6
The pair of Geara Zulu operating under Maya had deployed outside the ship, equipped with the Lange Bruno Gun Plus. The deadly long-range beam launchers fired upon the barrage obstacles in Isamu's way. Maya's Kshatriya was ready, deployed out of the hatch. The new mobile suit deployed from the Irish gave off a strange feeling.
"They're getting distracted," She reported as the fire continued and her Kshatriya sped up towards the targets, "I'll move in for support."
She deployed a few of her signature funnels, tearing through barrage balloons faster than Isamu's missiles could.
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Post by stinger2319 on Feb 17, 2020 19:35:28 GMT -6
Persephone was still fighting her phantom. Now though having taken to mobile suit form. Now it's true identify could be seen, it was a gundam. Though not of any known make or model.
As the Kshatriya approached however persephone began to stabilize and her phantom opponent began to dissipate. The closer the quad wing aproached the more transparent the phantome became to the point persephone was able to breath again. She didn't have a break for long however as her mobile suits sensors detected aproaching unknowns.
She kicked the ovations thrusters to full and took off to her origionally intended target. She hoped to draw out whatever forces were attacking to make them easy prey for the Irish class.
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Post by Oberst on Feb 17, 2020 21:45:42 GMT -6
Isami was distracted by a pair of Rezels in MA form that quickly approached from the flanks. " Guess I'll have to deal with these guys first." His Doven Wolf would turn to face the new contacts, those twin binders opening up to reveal the micro missile launchers which would fire a barrage at these two hostiles that zoomed in on them.
The Rezels began firing their beam rifles in advance so Isami had to be quick on his feet. Using measured thrust to keep these full powered discharges from scoring a direct hit. The Doven Wolf was struck across the fuselage by one of the Rezel's beam gun but it was damage the armor could withstand.
" Can you take care of that lone Zeta? Leave these two to me." He figured Maya was more than capable of taking on that strange new machine on her own, after all the Kshat was a beast of a mobile weapon more than capable of handling a full fledged Zeta type. Isami was not an stranger to fighting highly mobile opponents so he would confidently take on this task.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Feb 17, 2020 22:28:21 GMT -6
Maya felt a sort of joyous anticipation, rocking in her pilot seat - that Gundam, the one that gave off that strange feeling. Maya wouldn't let the Gundam get in Isami's or anyone else's way. She concentrated on this Zeta, trying to see through the pilot of this strange machine before her head pulled back a bit as the Kshatriya accelerated rapidly towards this new target. The Gundam was within her sights - she deployed two beam sabers from her suit's forearms while pairs of mega particle cannons on the Kshatriya's wings fired at the enemy. During all of this, her suit was continuously spinning as it was accelerating, making it appear like a wild hurricane with beam sabers in both hands.
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