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I'm kinda here when I can remember. I think we might need to let this go. Noire even seems to have ditched on it.
If some is good more is better.
Ace wasn't really listening to what the women had to say. Outside of the situation at hand, she lost a good number of points when said life prisoner. This calm and peaceful base had turned into war zone. This was not the time for moving dialogue, thats how people got shot. He did hear her mumble and grumble about the pain once or twice. Without a word or giving or any indication, Ace reached into his pocket and pulled his pocket knife and quickly turned it on his shirt sleeve. Half cutting and half ripping his shirt sleeve off and threw it at the woman. "Tie that around the wound, you're small enough that you should have an exit wound."His words had a stern and harsh tone. This wasn't the time to care about ranks or gender or anything else that would have given him reason for a softer tone. "Do what you want I'll get a mobile suite and join in on the fray. Keep your head down and your eyes open. Don't engage unless you have no other option." Ace took a deep breath, drew his weapon and exploded into the hanger.

Once he was well inside saw three people gathered around the a gray mobile suite. None of these people wore anything associated ORB. Two of them looked like grunts but the third was dressed like a pilot. Ace moved in closer and hid behind a container, doing his best to listen in on the conversation going on around him. "After we steal the prototype, we can move to exfil. Kill anyone you have to, weapons are free from this point on." That was enough for Ace to go on. Readying his weapon, Ace jumped out and pulled his trigger. Emptying the magazine into their now lifeless bodies. There was a second given to thoughts of guilt or remorse. Ace calmly but quickly replaced the magazine with a fresh, fully loaded clip. He made his way to the gray mobile suite, hurrying to climb into the cockpit and start the machine up. Words came a across the screen. "Project G, Blitz."

Once he got the mobile suit up and running Ace pulled out the keyboard and opened up a com link broadcasting to anything and everything he could. "This is Petty Officer Augustus Magnusson, call sign Ace. As ordered by Commander Sando I am in possession of the Blitz." Ace started pulling up the electronic user's manual. "Lets see what we have here." Ace said as sped through the manual. "Phase Shift armor system, Mirage Colloid stealth system, Trikeros Offensive Shield System and Piercer Lock Gleipnir. This is insane, I've even heard of shit like this." He didn't have the luxury of time. He did however, look into the Trikeros a bit more and absolutely floored with the abilities, a 50mm High-energy Beam Rifle. "Lancer Dart" Hypervelocity Kinetic Energy Penetrator and a Beam Saber. It was a marvel to be sure. Still, this wasn't the time or the place for marveling.

Ace looked around the cockpit of the Gundam and got acquainted with the controls. He had some seat time in piloting suits before, however none of it was all that extensive. He could move and do some light combat against a single unit.
I'll post by nights fall
I'll post by nights fall
"Hey kid, keep pressure on on that wound. DO NOT take pressure off it." Ace said in a stern voice. Sendo was a tuff old bird and should survive. Provided that nothing else happened to him of course. He ran of with the girl, or women he wasn't sure of her age but she did look much younger than she should for a lieutenant. That thought a lone bothered him, he was only 25 and a Chief Petty Officer. It was an astoundingly high rank for his age. Most all of his ranks came from his willingness and bravery in the battle field. It was rank that came with plenty of knowledge and privilege but with his reputation around ORB bring that of an unstable drunk. Most things were kept from him. He couldn't really blame them all much it, who could?

He couldn't remember the girl or women's name Sat... Something or other. He did however do his best to listen to her. Until the sound of gun fire came out too close for comfort. When he heard the gun fire and saw Satawhatever take a round to her shoulder. He dropped, and drew his weapon. He had his own way of holding and aiming most all of his small arms. Upon drawing his weapon, Ace inserted his middle finger into the trigger well and ran his index finger along the edge of the unused tactical rail and fired three shots. This allowed from much quicker target acquisition. By doing this, all he had to do was point his finger, rather than looking down the sights of his small arms. Each of the three shots hit their intended targets of victims chest.

He admired her next words of "I'm fine let's keep moving." Even though he knew it was a lie. "I'll take the point till we can get you're shoulder wrapped up. We don't need the dripping blood tell everyone where we are." Without giving her time to respond Ace ran towards the hanger that she had pointed to. His only real question was what where they after? It had to be something huge for anyone to risk an attack like this.
Am I replying to the the last post that was directed for me or something else?
What exactly is my rank?
Slay that dragon, son. Send him a pm and remind him but be ready to slay him.
I'm hoping making up a post for the Syn to start blowing shit up.
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