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Post by Knightcalibur on Jun 3, 2020 13:43:45 GMT -6
Shortly after the events of Dragon's Fury - UC 112
Lucius bad feeling extended further his 'warning' confirmed it once the fleet broke off from the chase. Minutes ago once they cleared the asteroid field, he placed a order for emergency evacuation of the ship remaining ships themselves since he figured that they weren't out of danger yet. After engaging the automatic piloting system on the ship leaving the ship to fly forward until their fuel expires while the fleets exit.
He arranged the remaining transport shuttles inside of the Regensburg's main hanger to load important cargo, staff and personal to be strapped in before before imminent launching to get as far away from the ship as possible with the senior staff already being briefed upon the meeting point ahead of departure. Once the final transport left, he joined his remaining staff onto the last shuttle before it launches out of the ship.
Lucius sank back into his seat after the ship departed with the stress of what happened and how much it costed him. Though his antics were dangerous with this current adventure likely to make a few enemies in the Earth Forces higher ups but in his mind, he didn't mind. He was always a bit of a "Daredevil" or "Completely Mad" for attempting it. To many often credited by others unmistakable fortitude and courageousness but those words meant nothing to him like those that condemn him as a type of animal that would turn upon his master if it suits him.
His mind was on the many people died under his command and his actions today just "Poking the bear" turning the full attention of the Earth Forces upon himself and by Mars by extension, even if Deimos was a victory for them or not. It was foolish to do it but he felt like he had to prove to himself that he could do it and if everything goes well, he'll have a new flagship and some funds soon enough. The shuttles after scattering started fleeing the ship in random vectors scattering like flies to best slip under the cover of darkness but the light started to shine when Lucius's eyes widen in shock.
The large yellow light flies past them directly at the remains of the remaining elements of his large ship's were vaporized by a bright light that came through the asteroid field. There wasn't many weapons that strong now days aside from the Colony laser itself. Though he never directly seen it in action, he has heard stories about it from older mercenaries and Zeon Soldiers talking tales about such a weapon of overwhelming destructive power. It turns out the rumors were indeed true and such a dangerous weapon would be formidable to face directly. "Hehe... well they threw everything at me but the kitchen sink." He remarked dryly before taking controls of his shuttle to begin guiding it into the dark void of space as they make a mad-dash towards Martian space.
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Post by Oberst on Jun 4, 2020 21:05:32 GMT -6
Chairwoman Isabel Brandt figured Lucius lack of hindsight would end up costing him dearly so she'd managed to put together this search and rescue unit composed merely of a pair of Musaka cruisers, the heavy cruiser Saarland and a supply unit. These forces operated under total radio silence to avoid being detected by the Federation, their small size making it easy to evade detection provided they remained ahead of the constant Federation radar sweeps.
They would take care of what remained of Lucius crew, picking up the escape pods with the utmost delicacy. Getting them all back to Mars would take it's due time but eventually they managed back to their own air space without running into too much trouble. The crew of the saarland and escorting vessels took core no one else had to die on the way there.
Isabel would arrange to talk to Lucius on board the Saarland, landing there unexpectedly in a red colored two seatter Doven Wolf piloted by her bodyguard. As always she was wearing a formal business woman suit underneath her hefty space suit which she began taking off as soon as her curvy figured leaped out of the cockpit hatch.
" Glad you made it back." The woman couldn't deny this was a miracle. by now, the nuclear weapons on board the Clop class cruiser Ayutla which Agent Kotch now commanded were on their way here. It was only a matter of time before they would make contact with them. She trusted Kotch ability in evading the Federation since sending a large contingent of ships would no doubt tip their enemies off. " At times like these we must still exercise great caution." Even a hot head like herself knew the real test was now about to unfold before their eyes. With nuclear weapons at their disposal the Federation would be fighting with their gloves off.
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Post by stinger2319 on Jun 5, 2020 3:18:38 GMT -6
The Ayutla had arrived late. It's hull pristine and it's cargo unmolested... well that which had been captured federation citizens and perosnel. The ship signaled it's approach and thankfullness of the Martian raiders to be back in the home sphere.
Kotchs pristine RF Dom Stutzer took off with an escort of two ReBawoos in its hands it carried 2 special containers. Each containing many kegs of beer. One each for the War Dog and the Grand Scholar. Flowery names from poetry but ones that made sense to Kotch and his unique way of thinking.
"This is Agent Kotch Requesting permission to land. I have precious cargo with me. Weapons to remind the federation of its sins." Kotch spoke calmly as he requested accese. Though it was a formality as his Dom went ahead and entered the hanger. Coming to stand beside the Doven Wolf. The two machines looking intimidating as they stood as twin avatars of war.
Korch then braced himself for what was likely to come as his escorts landed. As they did his RF Dom held up the two containers to display them as trophys. Hard won though the clash of blades and beleifs. Shortly there after Kotch exited his mobile suiT and stood upon the cockpit hatch triumphant as he looked down at the assembled group. Taking in the expressions and body languages.
The one that got his attention the most however was the chairwoman herslef. The one person Kotch wanted to actually talk to given his mood. He imagined perhaps he could speak with her in private. Or as private as one could get with the chairwoman.
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Post by Knightcalibur on Jun 5, 2020 9:48:33 GMT -6
Lucius with a polite nod to the agent turns his attention back to the chairwoman. Dispite this victory at the hands of his forces, he wasn't happy about watching his men died during the operation. The grip of his gloved black hand tightens to the point that his muscles begins to ache in protest.
"Indeed it was a risky operation with high risk. I don't mind multiple risks but in the end you got your prize so what about me?" He asked coldly with stare never shifting from her eyes. He added in with a reluctant sigh. "Just be careful since the devil always gets his due... as for me, I'll need a new ship, money and forged identification to slip away for a while from the earth's retaliation for delivering your weapon." His body language was as sharp as his eyes as he slowly circled around the chairwoman like a predator stalking around its prey as they spoken in his usual way.
His forces were on edge as they were gathering supplies for Raiders repairs needed for mobile suits expecting another fight in the near future. The mercenaries had their rifles at the ready in case of trouble as they examine the cargo carefully.
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Post by Oberst on Jun 6, 2020 6:51:43 GMT -6
" Ships are meant to be permanents assets. Please don't endanger them recklessly." Isabel had promised Lucius the Sadalahn that had been recently rebuilt. That ship had last seen combat decades ago, having been given a through upgrade while on a secret Martian shipyard. In the absence of a mother, she figured the least she could do was offer stubborn advise.
The chairwoman intended on keeping her end of the deal, transferring command fully to Lucius' crew. She had no more plans of letting him endanger Martian lives after this one. For all intents and purposes he was now free to go claim them. As soon as he did their contract would be null and she would allow him go anywhere he desired.
" A job well done, indeed." Naturally what came next was to take the war head to Deimos so their engineers could begin reverse engineering a few systems they needed. Gathering the necessary materials to build another would take time and once that was done she could warn the Federation about it. Surely they wouldn't be willing to accept a nuclear attack on one of their formations.
" Well then, this shall be our goodbye for the time being. Take care, Lucius." The raven haired beauty would simply shake Lucius hand. That time they shared an intimate moment had not meant anything for her.
" Agent Kotch, I'll take care of these trophies from this point on. Feel free to carry on with your previous task." She'd merely appointed someone competent like him to oversee this whole ordeal and ensure no one got over their heads.
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Post by Knightcalibur on Jun 6, 2020 8:50:52 GMT -6
"My options were limited following a botched spy mission and the most likely for working. For a warheads of my own sacrifices were expected for victory and their blood was soiled. I thought I told you that when we first met?.. As it stand a small fleet of Zeon and their crew is a good price to pay for those nukes. I'd say that was a good trade. I had inspired hope and offered them the chance to future of Mars Zeon. People died over less so save me your virtue signaling unless it's in the contract." Lucius said raising a eyebrow to her words digesting it a moment before responding calmly and with much restraint as he given his reasoning. Apart of him had the urge to grab whatever sharp object and throw it into something hard to vent his frustration but he had to play nice.
He accepted the handshake from her but his intense look in his eyes clearly told her, she didn't mean nothing to him outside of business. "Now then.. Until next time. I sacrificed those ships to gain a massive victory. I was fully aware of my choice before the battle started. For such a prize i would say i made the right call." His last words condemned her earlier words before dismissively pulling his hand away before walking away without to attend to other affairs.
He went to oversee the last of the transfer of cargo before departure flanked by two bodyguards with assault rifles. The Hijacks units used by the Mercenaries loading crew begin to load cargo the Sadalahn with supplies and other cargo from the shuttles. The hub of the main hanger was busy between the shuttles being unloaded with cargo and personal & customizing of the hanger itself being changed from reinforced plating in some areas or simply just a new coat of paint of navy blue to replace the red color to the ship.
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Post by stinger2319 on Jun 6, 2020 15:09:59 GMT -6
Kotch saluted the chair woman and re entered his mobile suit. The towering Titan then gently put one of the ominous containers on the deck. Almost superstitiously as if the kegs might go off at the slightest bump.
Kotch then began to try and reach the chairwoman's bodyguard on an encrypted channel. This was... Admittably the best chance Kotch would have at reaching out privately. Now things would be up to fate, something that Kotch wasn't a terribly big fan of.
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Aboared Kotchs new vessel the Martian crew were celebrating on an accomplished mission. A raid to the moon and back. Something out of Martian fairytale now made real. Though in the ranks of these martians several had taken themselves away from the celebration to keep the new federation livestock in check aswell make deals with the former crew of the ship. These men and women were other agents as Kotch was but unlike kotch the one who pulled their strings was not the chairwoman but an old devil that had made it's nest on Mars.
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