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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Apr 14, 2020 20:24:16 GMT -6
As Maya deployed a pair of her Funnels, the Jesta Cannon was cautiously pulling back as expected - despite the advances she was making, the Kshatriya pulled into a abrupt stop to take on the Jesta's second shot, the I-Field Generator, that was still functioning, protecting the suit's chest despite the impact that slightly rocked the heavy machine. In this stationary position and the mere pair of Funnels instead of the entire complement, she concentrated on firing them at the Base Jabber again.
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Post by maybe on Apr 15, 2020 19:05:55 GMT -6
"Because you're already dead," he answered.
Not that he was attending to the man's word's so heavily. He'd zeroed in already on the motion in the Rebawoo's left arm. It was obvious what was coming next. The Zeta Plus was already responding to him, sliding sideways into evasive action. At point blank range, that probably still wouldn't be enough. There was neither enough time nor space to maneuver. Something would strike somewhere. Crisanto decided to choose for them.
His wing binders had already been fully extended. Now he let the right one tilt forward, out in front of him. It gave the final push to move the main hull of his suit out of the path of fire. More importantly, it left the binder closer to launch tube. Too close for the opposing suit to escape its own blast radius. Certainly too close to dodge the shower of molten hot shrapnel that would come as the wing shattered under concussive impact. And when all that was finished, there would still be the live beam saber, crackling in his right hand.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 16, 2020 16:25:36 GMT -6
As the high explosive grenades exploded with a flash, bits of shrapnel flew in every direction. Siefgried pulled on the controls, bringing the arm back and lifting his shield to protect the cockpit. The a piece of shrapnel damaging the Rebawoo in the left leg, specifically one of the thrusters. This would impact the speed of the Rebawoo a bit. Siefgried grunted as the shrapnel bounced against the shield, scraping and making dents on it.
As the explosion cleared up, Siefgried quickly checked the status of his Mobile suit. The damage didn't seem to serious, but he would have to be more careful. He grabbed the floating beam rifle, which was behind his Mobile suit. The beam rifle was unharmed luckily. Siefgried knew he needed to keep a distance from the Zeta Plus. He quickly pulled up on the controls boosting back, the left leg lagging a bit, the Rebawoo quickly moving back. He fired two beam rifle shots at the Zeta Plus as he boosted back.
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Post by akureiryu on Apr 16, 2020 22:07:47 GMT -6
Ryota gritted his teeth and balled his hand up into a tight fist when he saw yet another shot from his Energy Cannon being blocked before it could hit the Kshatriya. "God... damn that thing!" he practically growled to himself, holding himself back from punching something in his cockpit. He immediately noticed the Funnels being deployed by his opponent and, for a moment, thought about turning his focus to them before they could become an issue. But his growing frustration made it practically impossible to take his focus away from the Kshatriya itself.
The green-haired pilot glared as he kept targeting the large mobile suit, still aiming right at it. But instead of another shot from the Energy Cannon, he remembered the added weaponry equipped on the Jesta Cannon's body itself. He didn't know who the enemy pilot was, and he didn't care. He wasn't going to let them look down on him, too. Ryota squeezed the trigger, launching eight of the missiles on his suit's shoulders, skirt, and legs. His opponent was a massive mobile suit, but maybe he could use that to his advantage. The moment they were launched, the barrage of missiles practically roared to life as they shot right for the Kshatriya, trying to overwhelm whatever shields it had with raw power.
Unfortunately for Ryota, he was so focused on trying to damage his opponent that he wasn't moving and evading like he had been. He yelled out as he suddenly lurched forward in his seat, suddenly struggling for a moment to keep his hands on his controls. "What?!" he looked down under his mobile suit and saw burning holes in his Base Jabber from the very Funnels he'd chosen to not focus on. "Fuck!" he yelled, still struggling to remain still enough in his seat to disengage from the Jabber.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Apr 18, 2020 17:59:18 GMT -6
As the Jesta was struggling to regain control after its Jabber was hit, Maya took the moment to move closer - various cockpit alarms beeped red at the sight of the upcoming missile barrage, a bit too late to be intercepted effectively, but the machine cannons mounted in her suit's chest could help. The rapid firing projectile weapons hit a few of the missiles, but the numerous others would hit her. The I-Field Generator wasn't made for missiles, so Maya tried to protect more vital functions by using the Binders as cover. Amidst the smoke, the suit's paint was scorched and a Binder was damaged due to the close range. Maya retaliated by firing off the mega particle cannons on her chest at the enemy in hopes of blasting away the Jabber to destabilize the Jesta further or at least damage the Jesta Cannon's extra armor.
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Post by maybe on Apr 22, 2020 19:36:53 GMT -6
The truism that nothing was certain in battle made Crisanto willing to gamble. His knowledge of how the battle had played out thus far told Crisanto that this was a good one. When he saw the Rebawoo start to move backwards, he'd engaged his own thrusters. Throttling up sharply enough to force himself back deeper into his seat. It might've been hopeless. His was the slower craft, after all. Except the Rebawoo was retro-pulsing. Trying to move forward while still facing his opponent, which put the engines at a disadvantage. Crisanto on the other hand, was still charging head on. Just as important, he'd seen which parts of his opponent's suit were smoking. He counted on one of the thrusters being down. Impaired at least. Regardless, having sacrificed so much to get in close, why surrender his positioning without a fight?
He brought up his shield fragment at the first blast bolt. His whole mobile suit shuddered with the impact, the shard of metal warping even further. He poured more energy into his engines still coming. It was enough to try and dodge the second shot. Not successfully, mind you, but just enough. The remainder of the shield shone bright orange before disintegrating away under the heat of fire. The whole Zeta Plus groaned. The split second stretched on. Then he was pulling away, the left forearm's plating gone. Even the skeletal struts peeked out, glowing the faintest orange. But they were still intact, and the rest of the suit had slid out of the way entirely.
He was finally close enough to make the rifle difficult. Crisanto didn't dare ask for anything more. His beam saber arced into play. Trying for one clean slice. Of as much of the Rebawoo as he could take.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 24, 2020 8:18:41 GMT -6
The Rebawoo's thrusters roared, the thruster on the left leg sparking. Ignoring the warnings from the suit system Siefgried quickly tried to dodge the beam saber. With the Zeta Plus being so close it was difficult, the beam saber slashing through the Rebawoo shield. The hot metal glowing in the vacuum of space. Siefgried cursed under his breath, quickly boosting up.
The Rebawoo groaned, the left booster showing critical damage now. Siefgried quickly tried to slow down, but the Rebawoo quickly gave another roar before the booster exploded, blasting the left lower leg of the machine off. The Rebawoo span out of control.
Siefgried quickly got his balance, the lights in the cockpit blinking red. Siefgried pushed one of the buttons, the machine's legs detaching from the torse. The Rebawoo torso transforming into the Attacker. Siefgried pushed another button, the right leg booster powering on. The lower body shot towards the Zeta in an attempt to ram into the Mobile Suit. Siefgried fired a three beam rifle shots towards the lower body. The explosion would be strong enough to destroy the Zeta Plus.
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Post by akureiryu on Apr 25, 2020 16:43:35 GMT -6
Ryota looked up and watched as the missiles he'd fired hit the Kshatriya, damaging one of its binders. But he didn't really have the chance to celebrate as he continued to struggle with stabilizing his suit on the badly damaged Base Jabber. "Come on, you piece of shit," he yelled to himself, feeling like he was starting to get it under control. He hadn't turned his attention away from his opponent for long, but it was already too late as he looked back up and started trying to keep moving and evading. "Move, dammit!" he yelled out as the huge mobile suit fired its mega particle cannons.
The already badly damaged Base Jabber was absolutely ruined by the devastating attack. It was almost instantly rendered into scrap, breaking into pieces and drifting away from Ryota and his Jesta Cannon. Unfortunately for the Federation pilot, his suit hadn't been able to avoid the attack: the Jesta Cannon's feet had been caught in the blast as well, gone from the mobile suit and turned into debris as well. If there was any silver lining from it, the green-haired pilot was no longer struggling with the Jabber. "Calm down... you can handle this," he muttered to himself with a deep breath. Remembering the Funnels that had been deployed, he quickly started looking around, trying to find them before they had a chance to fire on him. He aimed at one with the beam machinegun in his Jesta's hands and started firing as soon as he found one, doing the same to the other once he spotted it.
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Post by 000tragicsolitude on Apr 26, 2020 19:36:56 GMT -6
A Binder was largely scrapped - it wasn't worth getting closer with the enemy MS's weapons still being intact. The Jesta Cannon wouldn't lose control so easily, aiming its handheld weapon to take aim at the nearby Funnels - they were immobile then, allowing him to hit them. Although fuming and damaged, the other deployed two Funnels circled around rapidly as the Kshatriya gradually put some distance between her and the Jesta frantically observing its surroundings, which would both allow her to concentrate on the Funnels and fall back to join Siegfried.
The two Funnels kept moving as they were fired upon by the Jesta.
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Post by maybe on Apr 27, 2020 17:47:44 GMT -6
His wrists hurt from working the controls. Straining against the control rods, as if his raw muscle might move the multi-ton suit any faster. He had struggled to land his sword where he wanted. When the other suit spiraled out of control, getting out of the way was even harder. In a dozen other dogfights, that should have been the end of everything. A simple side-step, and then coup de grace. But absent the function of one wing binder, and with several verniers damaged, even flying in a straight line had become a challenge. Let alone evading a Rebawoo propelled by the destruction of one of its own limbs.
Nonetheless, he managed to right himself, avoid a collision, and ignore the blaring threat matrix. Only afterwards did he realize why it was still going. Viewscreens washed out while displays sprayed harsh static. Impact rattled his very teeth. The hail of blaster fire was so intense it didn't so much destroy as dissolve whole swaths of the Zeta Plus. Meters higher, it would have been fatal. As it was, Crisanto's hands kept dancing across the control panels, re-routing energy from dying systems even as their designated toggles sparked back at him in protest.
His breathing had seemed so loud. His body was panicked--hyperventilating. But it was amplified by the absence of so much else. The usual hum of a mobile suit had mostly subsided. There was just him, in the cockpit, hands at the ready to activate the few bursts of controlled burn he could manage from the remaining thrusters. The half-dead husk of an upper torso floating through space. That, with an Attacker-mode Rebawoo screaming down on it. Almost atop it by now. The Filipino realized his opponent literally intended to ram him.
It was too late to take a different course of action. Too late for either to move aside. Too close for an explosion not to blow back on one's own craft. Not that the Zeta Plus was in a condition to do much regardless. So instead, Crisanto only offered a small motion. The Zeta Plus's right hand had never stopped holding the beam saber. Now with mere seconds to impact, he lifted it overhead. The saber, pointed downwards, was a few feet out in front of him, and stretching the whole length of the remaining mobile suit. Even if he didn't move at all, nothing could ram him without being sheared at least in half. And Crisanto was hyper-vigilant at the arm's controls, knowing his life literally depended on it.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 28, 2020 11:45:53 GMT -6
Siefgried covered his eyes as the Nutter exploded, shaking The Attacker, pieces of shrapnel piercing his own hull. He grunted holding the Attacker in place as best he could. His joints ached at this point. As the explosion died down he looked over to where the Zeta Plus was. Siefgried was surprised to see the Mobile suit still functioning.
Siefgried checked his own system, the wings were damaged, along with the beam rifle. His fuel tank also suffered damage and he would only have enough to return to his ship. He tightened the grip on the controls. He turn the Rebawoo attacker around. The Zeta Plus would receive a message from the Rebawoo. "You're lucky this time Feddie." he said, the Rebawoo Attacker boosting off towards Deimos. He opened the communication to his ship. "This is Ensign Siefgried Wagner, returning to ship."
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Post by akureiryu on May 4, 2020 13:17:22 GMT -6
After hitting the first Funnel, Ryota was hoping he could have just as much success against the other one and take it out before they were able to become a problem. But just as he was aiming his beam machinegun toward the other, he saw it seem to suddenly come to life and start spinning around him. "Hold still, you little shit," he muttered as he kept taking shots at it, but it was moving too quickly for him to catch it with his Jesta Cannon's weapon.
The Federation pilot took a moment to glanced back toward the Kshatriya, worried that it might be getting close while he was distracted. But it seemed the large mobile suit was keeping its distance from him as well. But that small amount of time he took to check on his opponent had given her enough time to line the Funnel up and take a shot. Ryota didn't have any time to try to move out of the way of it as the shot hit and tore right through the Energy Cannon in his backpack, disabling it as warning lights immediately filled his screen. The Jesta Cannon was rocked by the attack, but he quickly turned and looked up at the Funnel. He didn't waste any time with raising his machine up toward it, instead firing with the 60mm Machinegun mounted on the Jesta Cannon's head as soon as he had a visual on the Funnel. He kept firing at it, wanting to make sure it was dealt with, so he could try to focus on how he was going to get through to the Kshatriya itself.
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Post by Oberst on May 4, 2020 20:29:09 GMT -6
Not far behind the skirmish, another Zeta Plus in waverider form would approach the combat zone. This unit belonged to Ensign Salome Garrido- Crisanto's wingmate- whose launch had been delayed due to technical issues with their linear catapult. " Dammit!" The raven haired beauty hurried to the scene, noticing her wingmate signal was vanishing. The machine transformed into it's mobile suit configuration, clutching a beam rifle in one hand.
" Can you hear me? Bail out before it's too late." She didn't think his badly damaged Zeta Plus was salvageable at this point. She was worried his comm equipment would be damaged but it was better than showing up un-announced. With some luck all he would get afterwards would be a trip to the infirmary and maybe a slap on the wrist for losing his mobile suit.
There was no point in towing that wreck back to their ship-the Hidalgo- All it would achieve would be taking up vital space, having been pretty much rendered into scrap metal. As good performing as Zeta Plus were they weren't exactly the pinnacle of armored protection, relaying more on exceptional fire power, mobility and overall performance to get good results.
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Post by maybe on May 5, 2020 9:21:42 GMT -6
Crisanto let himself exhale. Deflate. He didn't realize how much tension he had been holding in until he saw the Rebawoo turn. Even still he watched, first through his sights, and then on his scanners. Waiting for his enemy to double back and make some final play. What finally appeared was not in front but behind him. Another Zeta Plus approaching the combat zone. Is that why the Rebawoo had fled.
"Can you hear me? Bail out before its too late" came a voice.
It was familiar in the best way. The one he heard at midnight, and the first outside his own that stirred him in the morning. The closest thing he'd had to family since graduating from the Academy. As it turned out, being pushed to the brink of death could make something seem like a lifetime.
"Salome!" he replied, voice cracking in gratitude. "You came! God, you saved me. I'm on the way."
Then he was undoing his harness, double-checking his oxygen supply, and crawling out of the hatch to head for her suit.
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Post by Oberst on May 5, 2020 22:05:13 GMT -6
Instea of chasing after the Rebawoo, Salome made the call to recover her partner first. Federation pilots were trained to prioritize the safety of their own, being certain that Crisanto would have done the same had their roles reversed. The hatch of her light gray Zeta Plus would open up, a concerned expression on her face as she checked for any wounds. " Come on, let's get you out of here." The closest Federation ship was the heavy cruiser Sussex, currently acting as the command ship of their group vice commander-Commodore Marina Von Witzland. If badly wounded then she would have no choice but to leave him at the closest sick bay as to not jeopardize his life. Being wounded in battle was a surefire ticket home, provided the Martians hadn't severed their logistic chain. --- Ryota would be given a signal to retreat from the patrol area after his superior had noticed the damage report being transmitted in live feed back at the Hidalgo's bridge. " There's no use pushing the engagement in your current state. Head back and cover Salome's recovery." Would order Lt. commander Carolina Cordova. The EWAC Jesta under Brenda would generate an intense jamming field that would render the Kshatriya radio communication useless if she attempted to come after them. In the jamming area she would be unable to get in contact with her squad mates, thus severely hampering their coordination and making her an easier prey for whatever other elements the Federation had out at the time.
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