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Post by Oberst on Apr 7, 2020 21:34:25 GMT -6
UC 112 One entire week after the beginning of the Federation offensive aimed at Deimos both sides were still engaged trying to gain the upper hand in the area. The nature of the fighting had turned into text book attrition warfare with formations on both sides launching raids into the other side vital arteries behind the frontlines. Space Warfare was extremely unpredictable with danger looming practically everywhere. While it was true the Federation held a certain advantage in quality and quantity the Martian did enjoy the home field advantage with everything that brought. It was much easier for them to defend and rotate exhausted units, not finding it difficult to provide their forces at the front with reinforcements or supplies since their fortress at Deimos still held, even though it was getting constantly bombarded by the Federation warships at long range. very now and then fast moving Federation mobile suits would strike at the lunar fortress but these were brief and very sudden raids that couldn't quite cripple the entire operation, nonetheless the defenders of the fortress couldn't exactly relax with this looming threat constantly over their heads. The Federation cruiser 'Hidalgo' was now tasked with deploying an element of mobile suits tasked with a simple combat patrol mission. lt. Commander Carolina Cordova briefed her pilots in the bridge including the new arrivals. " This is a rather forward combat patrol assignment. Just stick together and remain within the EWACs coverage." She would explain to the new arrivals, hopefully they would listen and remain close. Naturally they were being supported by an EWAC Jesta which would provide ample early warning. This machine commanded by Lt. Commander Brenda Cantrell was the eyes and the hear of their element while Crisanto's Zeta Plus and Ryota's Jesta cannon would be the muscle needed in ensuring their dominance over the current battlefield. Not even 5 minutes later they would be given permission to launch, their routes already pre-loaded into their mobile suits computer mere moments before launch. The route was subject to change but there wasn't going to be much unneeded communication once they were out in order to avoid signaling the enemy what their next move would be. Radio silence between the ship and it's strike elements was the norm, after all. Only Brenda in the EWACs had the authority to suggest they deviated from the plan, a privileged she would keep only for the most dire scenario. The Early warning and electronic warfare mobile suit would launch first, on board a Type 89 Base jabber. The Jesta Cannon would also be given it's own base jabber to extend it's range and Crisanto's Zeta Plus was given the option to board it as well in order to save fuel. Martian airspace was vast, after all.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 8, 2020 14:25:23 GMT -6
The Endra class battle ship Speyer was patrolling the outer rim of the Mars Zeon Deimos base. Siefgried was in his Mobile suit, having been restationed to this ship before the battle started. He was checking all of his systems, making sure they were in perfect condition. Siefgried had sent Shelly home for this endeavor, fearing that she would surely die out here. The systems were all at one hundred percent capacity. He sighed, his helmet floated next to him. He hated wearing his spacesuit, it being somewhat uncomfortable to him.
Siefgried brushed his hair out of his eyes, grabbing his helmet. He was ordered by the captain to be in standby for when a Federation cruiser would attack. He sighed again, rubbing his forehead.
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Post by akureiryu on Apr 8, 2020 16:09:13 GMT -6
Ryota Sahashi was standing on the bridge of the Hidalgo as all of the pilots were being briefed on what their mission was going to be. 'So much for screwing my way to the top,' he thought to himself. But he was paying attention to the Lt. Commander as she spoke, staying perhaps surprisingly focused for him on what she was saying. Of course, considering where they were going, he wanted to make sure to pay attention.
Of course, as soon as they'd been given their orders, Ryota made his way to the hangar along with all the other pilots. He had a grin on his face as he looked up at his Jesta Cannon and all of the firepower it was equipped with. He didn't waste any time, getting into the cockpit and getting his helmet on as he got ready to launch. Once the EWAC Jesta launch, he took his place on the Jabber prepared for him and launched, letting the machines follow the pre-loaded route. He breathed slowly as he looked out ahead, mentally preparing himself for what they were going to do. Unsurprisingly, the green-haired young man had no interest in dying on Mars on the battlefield.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Apr 9, 2020 13:30:55 GMT -6
The Garencieres-type transport ship Zhukov kept up with the Endra class as a precaution, Maya having left to standby in her Kshatriya, but the roster of MS used by her three subordinates was changed - the Zaku III remained, but the other damaged ones were replaced with a transformed Bawoo and Ga-Zowmn, both of which were flying around the perimeter of the ship.
Maya's weapon was ready to launch, repaired from her last engagement, "That Endra's crew better not ditch us, even if we usually do this alone.''
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Post by maybe on Apr 9, 2020 17:47:04 GMT -6
Crisanto's chest rattled against his harness. He tightened his grip on the controls. Not that he intended to move so much as simply feel the rumble of the machine more deeply. Let it echo from the frame, through the controls, and into his very bones. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to imagine it. His Zeta Plus, crouched on the forward portion of the base jabber. The whole assembly tracing a path towards the far horizon. At some point, they would become visible to the enemy, and shortly thereafter calculations would yield up their complete trajectory. The guns would be blazing by then.
The only question left was how close they were to that moment. His eyelids came up, fingers springing to life. Moments later, the metal behemoth would stir to life. Hoisting up the shield in place so he was huddled entirely behind it. The beam cannon lifted into his right hand, muzzle just peeking out from around the shield. There was no direct visual, but Crisanto was trusting the array of forward scanners that by now animated his cockpit. One hand drifted expectantly towards his thrusters. Violence was near.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 10, 2020 9:18:17 GMT -6
The two Geara Dogas with Siefgried were ready to launch. He sighed, putting on his helmet and locking it in place. He closed the cockpit, grabbing the controls. The two Geara dogas launched one after another, Siefgried's Rebawoo right behind them.
The captain had told them of nearby Federation mobile suit signals so they would have to keep their guard up. The captain soon sent the information to the Zhukov.
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Post by akureiryu on Apr 10, 2020 10:49:23 GMT -6
Once they were launched from the Hidalgo and on their way to the area they would be patrolling, Ryota was breathing slowly as his Jesta Cannon gripped the beam machinegun in its hands, ready to fire on any enemy units that came their way. Despite the confidence he had in his own abilities, he could still feel the weight of everything that was going to happen on his shoulders. He looked down at his hands, wondering for a moment of his older sister or his mother had this same feeling when they were going into a fight. The green-haired pilot took a long breath before he looked back up, needing to focus on the mission.
He stayed quiet despite wanting to talk to the other pilots in their unit, remembering what had been said about not giving their enemies a chance to intercept any signals from them. His eyes scanned the area ahead of them, looking around at the scanners and radars he had as well. Ryota checked both of the weapons in his Jesta's backpack, an energy gun and a machinegun cannon, making sure both were ready to be fired as well if they were needed.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Apr 10, 2020 14:59:20 GMT -6
The Zhukov would proceed with a standard tactic when it came to such engagements - the smaller ship would spread signals to disrupt the enemy and confuse them, while the Bawoo, Zaku III and the Ga-Zowmn were spreading out, keeping tabs on the Endra's trio of mobile suits who stick together. The Kshatriya stick further back - as Maya was more of a heavy hitter, she would wouldn't take the offensive for now. As a precaution, despite the weaponry her suit already had, her Kshatriya carried one of the spare beam rifles.
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Post by maybe on Apr 10, 2020 17:52:12 GMT -6
The cockpit's heads-up display was beginning to speckle red. His rifle was reflexively tracing out the path across his screen, lining up for the shot. It only took a few seconds of that to betray they were moving toward him without moving at him. They must have been out of scanner range. That advantage couldn't last more than another half minute. Likely far less. Crisnato squeezed the trigger.
The Zeta Plus's beam cannon lit with a bright red lance of destructive energy. The forward thrusters engaged at the same moment, countering the recoil. Shot taken, they'd roar to full force. Flinging the mobile suit hard forward. Creating a second target. He fired again. Then it was all available energy into his thrusters. He'd either broken up the enemy formation or not, at this point. His best bet was to close the distance while they were harried. Shield still up in his left arm, his right moved to trade his rifle for the saber.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 11, 2020 13:36:19 GMT -6
Siefgried looked over at his scanner, the signatures were closing in. He saw the Zhukov's mobile suits spreading out. He soon saw two beam shots coming towards him. He quickly pulled up with the controls, the Rebawoo quickly boosting up.
Siefgried looked over to where the shots came from, seeing a Zeta Plus on its way towards him, he quickly fired Four AMM-06H missiles from the wing binders towards the Zeta Plus.
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Post by akureiryu on Apr 11, 2020 21:01:02 GMT -6
Ryota's eyes immediately got bigger when he started seeing signals of enemy ships, immediately looking around to try to figure out where they were. But instead, he only saw a few enemy mobile suits beginning to spread out around the area. 'Here we go,' he thought to himself, at least knowing where to look now. His hands gripped the controls of his Jesta Cannon tightly, ready to fire, when Crisanto seemed to beat him to the punch.
As the Zeta Plus targeted an approaching Rebawoo, there was something still a ways away from them that seemed to grab his attention. "What the hell..." he muttered to himself as he looked at it, his eyes getting bigger when he realized it was a Kshatriya he was looking at. "Oh... fuck..." The moment he realized just what the enemy suit he was looking at was, he had no interest in getting anywhere near it. He immediately switched to the energy cannon over his Jesta Cannon's shoulder instead, aiming at the enemy machine before pulling the trigger. Ryota gritted his teeth as the blast fired from his Energy Cannon, his suit rocking back until he used his thrusters to stabilize himself. The Federation pilot had no interest in finding out just what kind of weaponry the Kshatriya had at it's disposal, wanting to take it out as quickly as possible.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Apr 12, 2020 0:31:02 GMT -6
The incoming shot from the enemy Jesta Cannon alerted Maya, but her Kshatriya's I-Field Generator took the brunt of it and protected the suit's Binders - she got a moment to stabilize herself, locating the Jesta ahead. She pulled her beam rifle, focusing on the Jesta's Base Jabber - she didn't want to waste much time calibrating her shot, unleashing a strike aimed at the Jesta Cannon's Base Jabber. She had relied more on her senses, but she was confident in a hit.
She'd proceed to zigzag around in a way in which it would be difficult to get another shot at her.
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Post by maybe on Apr 12, 2020 21:11:39 GMT -6
The threat display lit up. The ultraviolet signatures suggested four missiles incoming. He took manual control of the Vernier system, giving a sustained pulse to the leftward thrusters to zag sideways without sacrificing his forward momentum. Two seconds, then a burn twice as hard in the opposite direction. The suit lurched a moment, pivoting to trace out a tight V as it returned back to its original course. At the point of that V he had fired off a flare and cut his main propulsion. Sure enough, one of the four missiles began to trail off towards the flare. Only one, but that was enough of a tell. There were relative dummy systems: infra-red guidance.
Relatively unshakeable. Even without an active thrust in the last few seconds, his engines still poured off more heat than anything in the area. Crisanto was counting on it. They would approach from the most direct path possible, with nothing to tell them otherwise. That meant as long as he was headed for the Rebawoo, he'd be charging at the missiles head-on. The twin Vulcan guns roared to life. Two missiles erupted into a ball of flame. One more whisked by. Still coming. Trajectory locked. Damn.
An outside spectator would have seen the arms of the Zeta Plus brace momentarily. Then put all its energy into shoving the large, rectangular shield forward. Pilling the suit's momentum atop all the extra force 68 tons of mechanical muscle could summon. It sailed out well-ahead of the craft, catching the remaining warhead. A small corner of expanse roared orange as an explsion blossomed outward. Crisanto wasn't in the center of it--but not quite far enough away, either.
For a moment there was no color but red, blanketing the cockpit. Every sound was drowned out by the chorus of blaring alarms. He was tumbling so fast he lost all sense of direction. The pain of the harness digging into him the only thing keeping back a bout of unconsciousness from the g forces. Crisanto willed his hands to keep moving. Then, somehow, it was over. Damage assessments still rolling in on the armor. Sensor range down by at least a quarter with some of the long range elements wiped out. What had been a full-functioning shield was now a charred, warp fragment that cam to a point like some kind of stalagmite. Still he'd manage to snatch up a fragment large enough to cover almost half his body. His beam saber came alive in the other hand. He re-activated his engines at full power, bearing down on the Rebawoo that was now impossibly close.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 13, 2020 15:44:58 GMT -6
The scanners beeped with each passing second. Siefgried noticed the Zeta Plus emerge from the smoke wielding half a shield and an ignited beam saber. The Zeta Plus was close now, quickly Siefgried pulled up with the controls, the Rebawoo bringing its shield up for the impact. The beam saber connected with the top of the shield, slicing it off. The Rebawoo was pushed back a bit, Siefgried quickly pulled up with the controls the machine balancing itself again. His Rebawoo was still safe. He quickly checked the status of his machine, seeing that it was still green.
Siefgried gritted his teeth, staring daggers at the Zeta Plus, his heart beating fast in his chest. "You'll soon learn why they call me The Red Ghost!" he yelled. Siefgried quickly pulled up the controls, the Rebawoo let go of the beam rifle and quickly lifted its right arm, a flap opening up, firing off two Grenades towards the Zeta Plus.
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Post by akureiryu on Apr 14, 2020 14:11:19 GMT -6
Ryota glared when the shot fired from his Energy Cannon was mostly blocked by the Kshatriya's I-Field Generator. "Of course it couldn't be easy," he said with a groan, hoping he would be able to deal with the enemy mobile suit before it had the chance to become an issue. His eyes got bigger when he saw the Kshatriya pulling out one of its weapons and aiming at him, realizing he couldn't waste time now. He moved as quickly as he could, adjusting slightly before firing another shot from his Energy Cannon.
The Jesta Cannon quickly reached down with its free hand as Maya aimed in his direction, grabbing one of the front grips of his Base Jabber and moving out of the way of her beam rifle shot before it could hit. But then he saw the Kshatriya already starting to move in his direction, quickly turning and moving away from it. "There's no way in hell I'm letting that thing get up close." Even with the added armor on his suit, Ryota had no interest in trying to fight that thing up close.
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