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Post by Knightcalibur on Apr 22, 2020 15:36:44 GMT -6
-During the Events of Deimos-
Far from the Deimos sector, a fleet gathered outside the sector of Side-01 was lead by the 'Regensburg' Musaka with his set of mobile suits, he gather all 'volunteers' into a single meeting room inside of the ship. "Greetings one and all. I understand some of you still want to fight to defend Deimos but this is a opportunity that we can't afford to pass up. Our fleet is coming in-range of Side-01 section of Londenion, the base of the Lando Bell Organization founded by the white Devil himself. We will be split off into two teams one to guard to main fleet lead by myself. The 2nd will be a Strike Team to enter the base then disable the station's life support to disable their power to fight back then steal the nuclear warheads needed to help Mars Zeon's Future." He explained in his most serious and calm voice as possible using the tactical display of a holographic image of the station itself using intelligence provided by Chairwoman.
The hologram shows a detailed exclamation of the station's strengths and weakness as well as the projected number of mobile suits provided which is likely to be doubled since their first attempt. It also details the strength of their force as well as well as the diverted forces from for the attack on Deimos.
"I will personally lead the assault force to defend the fleet and keep the mobile suits with the new prototype we've been working on for a while. I have appointed Agent Kotch to lead the Strike Team. Now any questions before we begin?" He asked before finally sitting upon his chair as he pulls out a cigarette and lightly starts to light it using a tiny lighter before taking a small puff of it.
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Post by Oberst on Apr 22, 2020 19:03:53 GMT -6
Lt. Commander Lorena Seydlitz had arrived in Londenium not too long ago. She'd been conducting continuous operations on Mars over the last couple of months so the time had come or her to be relieved of duty and sent to an area behind the frontline to rest and re-equip. The Delta Kai unit she'd been assigned was long overdue for a complete overhaul, having basically taken all sorts of punishment. Had it not been for Lorena's expert handling the mobile suit would have become space dust long ago. She was a little disheartened when she realized her favorite lover was not in town which did a number on her plans for that evening. Unless something unexpected happened she would remain frustrated at her office at the main base, sighing deeply while looking up at the ceiling. Her plans were now reduced to going to the cafeteria and getting herself something to drink. The morose middle aged woman took a detour through the mobile suit hangar figuring there would be no harm in making sure everything was more or less in order. Since this base was the heart of the Federation lunar fleet there was no shortage of high performance models including fully realized Zeta Gundam variants, S and MP Nu types along with an squadron of those new Heavyguns miniature mobile suits.
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Post by HeadlessSeeker on Apr 23, 2020 20:00:37 GMT -6
Commander Sonia Lortie hopped down from a platform next to her MSK-008R Rick Dijeh with goggles on as Lorena passed by. A slight smirk on her face as she took a step forward."You must be tat new arrival that came across my desk? Pleasure to meet you in person Lt. Commander." shhe said extending a hand while her other one lifted up her goggles. She had been tweaking her mobile suit since her last battle. Had a few kinks to work out that she had noticed when running checks."Taking a tour of the hanger?" she asked seeming rather laid back and friendly for a Commander.
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Post by Oberst on Apr 23, 2020 20:27:03 GMT -6
Lorena would snap a textbook salute when Commander Lortie herself would adress her directly. She knew who her new commander was from the get go, not having the chance to speak to her in person the two had worked on the same posts every now and then during the last five years.
" Just trying to stretch my legs a little, ma'am." Lorena would reply. She had already seen the new heavy guns but wasn't very impressed with them. They were smaller, for certain but she was sure they would easily crumble under heavier fire, maybe more useful for counter insurgency or police operations instead of a peer to peer conflict.
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Post by stinger2319 on Apr 24, 2020 17:03:06 GMT -6
Agent Kotch was already going over the known data of the target colony of Londenion. Seeing that it was the HQ of Londo Bell it was obvious that the assualt force would need to play dirty. A small enough force could establish a quick beach head, likely Infantry and a vehicle compliment would be needed.
Kotch had their head down still in their flight suit. The glow of the tablet computers screek obscuring the famed pilots identity. But then he began to speak. His voice slighlty deep with a cool as ice tone. "I request 6 Komusai with Army troops and vehicles, Preferably Sappers also. I will also require engineers who know how to work the reactors of a colony."
After a brief pause he spoke agaij before anyone could respond. "The Komusai will need short range burn drives. For a quick get away when we get the target or need to pull back."
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Post by Knightcalibur on Apr 24, 2020 18:51:00 GMT -6
Commander Lucius reviewed the datapad with the required supplies before stroking his chin a bit in deep thought for a long moment. When he finally responded, he looked a bit annoyed by the drain in resources but compared to what they would gain in return it would be enough. Their base had all of the supplies and with the funds provided by the Chairwoman, the Mercenary corp had enough men and equipment to stage such an assault even if it will take a heavy toll in their base for a while.
"Would you also like extra-large cupholders in the seats as well?" He attempted to cut the tension in the room with a lighthearted smile before his tone carried his usual playful with an underline arrogance that was familiar with those in his command.
"Very well you'll get the resources you need, Agent but those transports don't carry many weapons if discovered you may need a mobile suit escort. The ensign Siegfried...? I believe that's his name... He's the one we recovered from the damaged mobile suit we recovered will act as your Mobile suit support on this mission with 'my' Gundam-type unit along with our 4 'new' modals. The Geara Zulu units to protect the convoy." He proclaimed with his finger pressing onto the display revealing the newest unit provided by Anaheim Electronics as the successor to the Geara Doga for the entire room to see. After finishing this grand display, he turned across the room to look along the faces to gauge their reactions with a single sentence.
"Any questions before we begin?" His voice slightly deep with a calm expression as he looked across the table.
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Post by Oberst on Apr 24, 2020 20:52:27 GMT -6
Fumiko had decided to remain by Lucius side as they went over the preparations for their surprise raid on Londo Bell headquarters. She was appropriately dressed, wearing a tight neo zeon standard issue space suit. Naturally, a distraction was going to be needed and this new arrival agent Kotch had came up with a fairly amusing plan. Fumiko would suggest the shuttles would be launched scattered to avoid detection. If all six of them traveled to the target together they would certainly be easier to spot by the enemy. This also made their interception harder since all shuttles would be coming from different vectors at different times, effectively ensuring someone would get through ... eventually.
" I can also help by suppressing their point defenses and knock down their communication arrays." The blunette had decided to leave the Zodiac back at their HQ and instead bring her own blue Rebawoo, optimized for quick strikes at vital infrastructure. " That should also make our exit easier if they can't get a bead on us when the time comes to scatter." They couldn't just come up with a way in, it was also vital to establish a secure escape route which would be used to retrieve their price.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 25, 2020 8:32:02 GMT -6
Siefgried patiently, as he could, waited for Commander Lucius to finish his briefing. The men had mixed emotions, some scared and others ready for battle. As for himself, he was unsure. Earlier the Commander picked him up from the Endra class ship he was on to recruit him for this mission.
As the Commander finished his briefing, Siefgried walked to the rest of the Strike team. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, "Ensign Siefgried, Reporting for duty Agent Kotch" he said, saluting. "I'll be covering your back on this mission." he said, lowering his arm. He tightened one of the gloves on his flight suit looking up at the Gundam Commander Lucius lend him. He would be piloting a white devil, it was slightly imposing to him.
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Post by stinger2319 on Apr 25, 2020 10:18:25 GMT -6
"I apreaciate it. This is Londo Bells home. I expect us to be facing stiff resistance. But I have some plans to waate their time and resources.
We need to take the colonys reactors, also by extension we will likely have taken engineering as a whole if that objective is achieved. Then we begin draining the reactor coolant and tampering with the life support. The cylinder is large enough this won't be too immediate of a problem for them. But it will be long lasting and compund on itself."
Then Kotch turned the tablet off and looked at her would be allies during this deployment. She thought of the two gunner ZuluS she deployed with. Likely she could get them to come with and provide some kind of support. But likely it would not be a good idea. Too many things could go wrong. But an extra pair of hands could do with setting charges on the colonys transparent panes.
"I won't lie here. If we even make one wrong move we likely will be killed. If we could deploy some of the new mines I deployed earlier perhaps we can keep Londo Bell busy trying to figure out where we really are. It would be eassier to close the distance and prodvide us cover that very well will damage the colony if it gets too close."
These new mines were rather sinister. Each one looked like a dummy but nestled inside was a very much active warhead and simple electronics That made the mono eyes and sensors of the mines light up as normal. They even had a limited minovsky particle signature which helped disrupt sensors when in large numbers.
Kotch then locked eyes with fumiko for a brief momment. His own face still obscured by the mostly opaque visor. Then Kotch took in the men and women assembled before them. "If I could take in the Sinanju And it's pilot we can all do this. They couldn't have anything that hits nearly as hard as that monster.
We have the skill the federation doesn't posses. And most importantly we are truly free men and women who have worked to build what we have. We can't let the federation take from us like they did our ancestors and family."
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Post by Knightcalibur on Apr 25, 2020 17:45:07 GMT -6
"You'll also need something to break into the vault for the nuclear warheads and a container to hold them... we can provide the container for that part. Everyone else gets into your positions, we'll be departing for the mission shortly. I'm counting on you all, good hunting!" He tried to put a confident smile as he then cheerful face as he begins to leave the room to leave them to their own devices. Once the door closes, he deflated a bit before rubbing his temple in concern.
The odds of the operation being successful are lower due to the last botched job and if the mission doesn't go well, he'll return back to Rosengarten and the Chairwoman as a failure once more, this time with the blood of many on his hands. He started to begin to slowly laugh at himself, slowly a dull chuckle before igniting into a load outburst as he hit the wall before saying to himself. "God damn it man... get it together... We got this..." He said to himself slowly taking a deep sigh before heading to his commander's room to chain into his pilot's suit.
An hour later.
He started his way into the hanger bay, he made his way to the hanger there, he caught his breath when seeing the large crimson red mobile suit, it was a massive beast even larger then his Hephaestus Gundam, it carried a single green mono-eye and a cockpit in the head. Slowly gathering himself, he made his way up into the brain of this beast before sliding into the control chair before slowly starting the activation cycle as the cockpit closed around its head revealing a 360-degree cockpit and a primal connection to this machine like it was an extension of himself. The suit once it prepared its operation cycle launched out of the hanger as the giant mobile suit's engine's roared before flying out of the hanger.
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Post by Oberst on Apr 26, 2020 10:06:24 GMT -6
" Heh heh!" The blunette girl was not afraid of death as evident on that confident chuckle, had that been the case she would have never joined Lucius in the first place. Fumiko's disregard of mortal danger was a more foolish type of pride- a desire to experience new and dangerous thrills rather than blissful ignorance or psychotic positivism. When the briefing ended she went to Lucius side seeing this was his hour of need. She would offer him kind and reassuring words along with signs of genuine physical affection.
When it came time to deploy, her blue Rebawoo had already been kept in it's faster MA Mode. This particular model had been outfitted with larger fuel tanks. Four massive anti radiation missiles hung under the wings of the main module which would be used to disrupt Londo Bell sensors and communications ahead of the raid.
" This is blue jay, I am taking off!" She would signal after being loaded into the catapult. Upon being launched she was going to set course towards the lunar surface, finding a sneaking path through their sensors coverage. For the sake of covertness all communications would be silent until the infiltration was successful. Fumiko's control of the transformed Rebawoo was excellent even with all that heavier than usual equipment bolted into it's frame. This Zeta Gundam knock off-as some people called it- had performance on par with the original which allowed it to excel at roles outside it's intended one.
Evading the Federation patrols required patience, since she couldn't exactly head to Londenion on a straight line unless she felt like jeopardizing the entire operation, It was a long flight that required finesse. 30 minutes had passed and now she was finally at the surface, flying at medium speed while evading prominent terrain features. Thankfuly all those sensors and radar dishes were installed on the outside which made it easier to spot and neutralize rather than having to risk going into the intricate network of tunnels. These installations were protected from barriers that were designed to deflect asteroids so she would need to whittle them down first with a couple of accurate beam rifle shots. The Rebawoo would make an aggressive high speed pass first, before firing one of the anti-radiation missiles at the first large radar dish. The homing projectile would explode at a set distance, riddling the dish with shrapnel all the way to it's support structure, effectively rendering it absolutely useless. With this array down the door would be wide open for the assault to begin. At best they wold have an hour to do the deed and get the hell out.
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Post by stinger2319 on Apr 26, 2020 12:31:00 GMT -6
After the meeting had ended Kotch took his leave. This battle was going to require a slight modification to his RF Dom Stutzer. The mines would need to go, they had no place here... but a certain model of grenade did. The very same used by the Dom Tropen.
Kotch watched as his behemoth of a mobile suit sat in its bay. Inactive and relaxed like a sleeping giant. Though the decision to take a Stutzer pack had been a calculated one. It made the movile suit into more of a mobile armor or MS sized destroyer than what it was supposed to be. Especially so with the arsenal already installed on board. For Kotch it was a toolbox, one that had not been properly tested by the previous deployment.
Kotch spent his time until deployment sitting within his RF Doms cockpit. He simply was resting and letting his mind go over plans of action. Even without being a Newtype he could feel the natural flow this machine wanted.
When it was time to lauch Kotch. Had staggered the launch of the Komusai Types. Three waves of two craft went out along with a single mobile suit each. The mobile suits were all deactivated for now and running on internal power reserves to keep the pilots in the loop atleast. The plan was to have the shuttles land in waves upon the colony after whatever distractions Lucius and his team had in store.
The time spent in transit was rather harsh. Everyone knew they were going after side 1. It made the Komusai and mobile suits feel almost like coffins. Kotch sadly was no real leader and had no inspiring words. None that weren't mechanical and unemotional. But it was the offiversion with the troops who were settling the troops.
The deadzone provided a great opportunity as the Komusai began their final approaches. Soon the feddie blood would flow and hopefully a great victory would be achieved. That is if what Lucius wanted was in the colony afterall.
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Post by shockwave1793 on Apr 26, 2020 13:44:18 GMT -6
Siefgried walked over to the mobile suit, jumping from floor and floating into the cockpit. He closed the hatch, fastening his seat belts, taking a deep breath. This Gundam seemed a bit out of date, but it would suit him just fine. He made sure to put the Mobile suit in low power mode. He waited for the order to deploy, during that time he would think about the mission and how to go about completing it.
When the order was given to launch, he kept the Gundam's internal power on to avoid detection from the enemy forces. The Komusai moving along slowly alongside the others. It was quiet between the pilots, the silence only being broken by the soft rumble from the Komusai engine. He wanted to encourage the rest but decided not to, in case their comm channels would be intercepted.
Siefgried preferred to be in this type of mission, a small group infiltrating a base. The success of this mission could lead to a major turning point in the war. He took a deep breath, waiting for further orders.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2020 16:00:48 GMT -6
"Huh, I just lost communications with Luna II." the radio officer spoke from inside the Command Center. Double checking his panels and cupping the headset closer, he confirmed the signals were now garbled and full of interference.
With a turn he motioned to one of the staff on the deck. "Sir! I think we have some solar interference on communications. Could be the shielding failing on the main component." He explained to his superior.
The man in charge moved to verify the report, giving an agitated growl as the computers also gave him the same result. Straightening up he tugged his hat to forward face and spun in a about face. Reaching for the local communications radio device. With a flick of the switch he heard the communication channel open. The view screen of the room filling with the image of a Londo Bell Captain.
"Captain, we've got a down communications satellite. I need you to reroute your ship to the location to bring it back online. Prep the mobile suit juniors for zero-g repairs." he spoke in a commanding tone.
There was a simple nod from the Captain. As his head turned and arm flew up. Commands shouting to his crew as the vessel's communication line ceased.
The nearest ship, a Clop-Class by name of Alexander took only forty-five minutes to reach the malfunctioning equipment. Another ten minutes, and the small forms of the junior mobiles suits began to zip and circle the satellite.
"Captain! I've got holes all over this satellite! I'm going to have a closer look. It looks like someone used it for target practice!" The pilot said.
"Two minutes is two long! We need communications back up!" The Captain shouted in return.
As the mechanics began their work, their view began to fill with small sparkles of light coming away from Headquarters. Causing them to stop working on their current task.
"Sir! Were we expecting any sort of transfer?" One of the junior mobile suit pilots asked over their local radio.
The Captain turned, ordering his officers on the deck to magnify the image. As the view screen filled with numerous figures of mobile suits and warships. He reached for his communication line. At the same time the sensor officer turned to the Captain.
"Trunk line identified! These are not Londo Bell forces!" the officer shouted.
"All hands battle stations level 1! Launch all mobile suits and prepare for anti-ship, anti-mobile suit combat!" The commander of the Alexander ordered in a panic haste.
The moving stars flashed brightly as three dozen beams pierced the emptiness of space. They scored numerous hits on the lone Clop-Class ship. Armor buckling, melting, and sheering under the concreted fire of an entire fleet. Screams were drowned by the vast openness of space as unprepared soldiers were vented into space and the vessel began to come apart piece by piece. Silenced before a single word could be gotten out due to the sabotaged communication array. Catching the satellite in it's explosion, all hands were lost to the surprise attack.
From the prep room near the hanger. Sawyer looked over the screen as he held his helmet over his shoulder. "You mean its been an hour and we haven't heard back from the Alexander? You're going to send a team out to investigate?" He asked the superior officer on the other side.
"Yes, could just be the damage was more serious than we though, however..." The officer spoke in return, before being interrupted.
The Londo Bell base shook with a great tremor as numerous impacts struck it from the port side. Warnings flared, and sirens wined as emergency systems began to react to the unfolding situation.
"What the hell was that?!" Sawyer shouted, as he floated up.
Outside the base was struck by over a dozen anti-ship missiles. Some impacting the nearby ships, while others hit the side of Londenion.
"This is not a drill! Not a drill! Enemy forces within the perimeter of Londenion!! All hands level one battle stations! I want all mobile suit teams to launch! Defense fleets are to move into a split formation to intercept the enemy! Prepare for anti-ship and anti-mobile suit combat! Rescue teams report to your stations and access damage areas!" The speak blared across the entire base.
Moving to the hanger with haste, Lieutenant Collins, boarded his mobile suit. Getting a thumbs up from the mechanic who cleared the way from the catapult.
"Lieutenant Collins! ZZ Jr. launching!" He shouted. Gritting his teeth after.
Sinking back into the linear seat as the catapult launched his mobile suit out and into the chaos that was now forming outside Londenion.
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Post by Oberst on Apr 27, 2020 6:45:04 GMT -6
When the general alarm went off, Lorena figured it was a readiness exercise. The illusion didn't last for long once the order to scramble and prepare for battle came trough the hangar speakers. " Guess this is it!" There was no time to waste, running to the dull colored Delta Plus that belonged to her. Once she was strapped to the seat and booting up the system she had a few seconds to discern what was happening. She had no way of knowing who was attacking, not thinking it would be the Martians at first. Whoever it was they had to be a small force, otherwise there was no way they would have made it undetected for as long as they had. Instead of the standard beam cannon, Lorena had decided to grab a rather curious weapon: A large galtling pod with a composite missile launcher. The gatling gun fired 90mm shells, a combination of tracer and high explosive shells for softer targets. The missiles were signal guided ones, powerful enough to destroy a Geara Doga in one clean hit and she was carrying six of those. The Delta Plus would launch from their base in MS mode due to time constraints. Only after making it outside the lunar surface would she be able to transform into the Delta speedier waverider form. The sheer size of the funnels made it difficult to move in a confined space, after all. " Wizard leader here. I am on station and ready to go." Lorena would inform over the comms. By the time she had gone up the Rebawoo was effectively gone. Fumiko had disengaged and would wait for when the auxiliary power grid and sensors went up to target them. For now it would be wise to let Lucius and the others soften them up.
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