Calthorn, however, appeared to have completely snapped by this point. A scream of anger, not agony, was what was yelled back in return. Legs or not, Wraith still had it's hands, and it's swords. The thrusters on Wraith roared into life as one primal instinct began to dominate Calthorn's mind; Kill. Whoever was telling him to fall would be able to feel that anger, that urge to kill, as he dodged the oncoming beams, rapidly closing the gap on the enemy unit, oblivious to Wraith's low power reserves.
Zerenis could've sworn he'd faintly heard Izumi, but dismissed it for now, as he took aim with a fully charged rail bazooka shot, and fired at one of the carrier ships.
"Maddox made a hell of a bad call, and he'll pay for it if we survive this!" Zerenis shouted out, readying the next shot.
Mark, however was en route to the Saviour's last known location, keeping his eyes out for any sign of a wreckage that matched the Saviour's description.
Much like Zerenis, Cronic could hear the sound of a girl sobbing within his mind, but couldn't recognise the voice.
"...Can you hear me?" Cronic thought, staring out over the bridge at the battleground beyond, trying to respond to Izumi.
"If you can, I need you to tell me where you are right now." Cronic thought, still trying to reach the voice's owner.
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Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis
Aliases: None
Race: Cyborg
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Alignment:Neutral Good
Appearance: Has brown hair and blue eyes, that look like they have a sort of HUD on the pupils. Wears Red armour with blue markings that shifts colour depending on what weapons are active; Red = Lethal weapons only, Red + Blue Markings = Lethal and non-lethal, Blue markings: Non-lethal only. With the exception of his head, has extensive cybernetic enhancements visible across his body when not wearing his armour. Wears a pair of black jeans when not in his armour.
Faction: Law Enforcement
Role: Criminal Hunter + Neutraliser
Weapons: 2X HF (High Frequency) Blades, 2X "Stinger" Stun rods, built into the forearms. Both deploy over the hand when activated. The latter is Non Lethal, the former lethal.
Equipment/Items: 3X Smoke Grenades, carried on a sash attached to his right hip. 2X Emergency repair nanomachines, attached to a sash on his left hip.
Backstory/Personality: A man who lost everything he held dear, and almost his life too, but gifted with an unbreakable resolve. He was effectively reborn when his damaged body was replaced with cybernetics. He became a powerful force to be reckoned with, able to run faster, jump higher, and strike more accurately than most. He primarily tracks down and brings in criminals on the run, but sometimes finds himself tasked to track down and neutralize an entire criminal organization. He's sharper than he looks though, able to put together the facts and figure out what doesn't add up. He's generally a calm, gentle guy when not on the job. He usually switches to a more focused mindset when he is on the job though.
What he DOESN'T want people knowing about him though, is that his mother was of the Yato tribe... And some of the less than ideal traits that stem from them passed on to him. Usually he's able to keep them in check, but drive him to the point of extremely angry, and that's when he succumbs to those traits. At that point, he generally doesn't care about holding back, hesitation, or trying to capture his enemies alive.
Aliases: None
Race: Cyborg
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Alignment:Neutral Good
Appearance: Has brown hair and blue eyes, that look like they have a sort of HUD on the pupils. Wears Red armour with blue markings that shifts colour depending on what weapons are active; Red = Lethal weapons only, Red + Blue Markings = Lethal and non-lethal, Blue markings: Non-lethal only. With the exception of his head, has extensive cybernetic enhancements visible across his body when not wearing his armour. Wears a pair of black jeans when not in his armour.
Faction: Law Enforcement
Role: Criminal Hunter + Neutraliser
Weapons: 2X HF (High Frequency) Blades, 2X "Stinger" Stun rods, built into the forearms. Both deploy over the hand when activated. The latter is Non Lethal, the former lethal.
Equipment/Items: 3X Smoke Grenades, carried on a sash attached to his right hip. 2X Emergency repair nanomachines, attached to a sash on his left hip.
Backstory/Personality: A man who lost everything he held dear, and almost his life too, but gifted with an unbreakable resolve. He was effectively reborn when his damaged body was replaced with cybernetics. He became a powerful force to be reckoned with, able to run faster, jump higher, and strike more accurately than most. He primarily tracks down and brings in criminals on the run, but sometimes finds himself tasked to track down and neutralize an entire criminal organization. He's sharper than he looks though, able to put together the facts and figure out what doesn't add up. He's generally a calm, gentle guy when not on the job. He usually switches to a more focused mindset when he is on the job though.
What he DOESN'T want people knowing about him though, is that his mother was of the Yato tribe... And some of the less than ideal traits that stem from them passed on to him. Usually he's able to keep them in check, but drive him to the point of extremely angry, and that's when he succumbs to those traits. At that point, he generally doesn't care about holding back, hesitation, or trying to capture his enemies alive.
Calthorn quickly snapped back to reality for a split second, activating the Wraith's thrusters, causing what would've cut both him, and the Wraith, clean in half, to only take it's legs off instead.
"First Lacus... Now Izumi... That is fucking IT." Zerenis said to himself, taking aim at the enemy MS, ensuring a target lock.
"HEY, JACKASS! FORGETTING SOMEONE!? EAT THIS!". Zerenis shouted out, sounding equally as pissed as the time Lacus Clyne was killed, before firing the fully charged rail Bazooka at the enemy unit, and setting to work on charging the next shot, this time aiming for one of the carrier ships.
Meanwhile, aboard the CSC's flagship, Cronic had issued an order for two Mobile Suits to deploy on an evacuation mission. The two in question were Kenny and Mark, the latter piloting Cronic's ZAKU, who was talking to the pilots via intercom.
"Ok, here's the thing; Ever since that new model of enemy MS deployed, Wraith and Saviour practically stopped moving, and Regen Duel is moving a lot more sluggishly than usual. I'm not sure what happened there, but it's imperative that we rescue the pilots of the immobilized Mobile Suits... Assuming they're still alive, as soon as possible. Kenny, since you've got more experience handling an MS than Mark does, no offense intended, you'll be flying right into the thick of it to secure Wraith and it's pilot. Mark, you're to track down what's left of the Saviour, recover it, and check if the Pilot survived. You have your orders, gentlemen. Get to work!" Cronic said, cutting the transmission
"...Good grief... This was not how I'd planned to spend the day." Mark said, as he braced himself for launch.
"Mark Astaroth, Blaze ZAKU Warrior, Taking off!"
"First Lacus... Now Izumi... That is fucking IT." Zerenis said to himself, taking aim at the enemy MS, ensuring a target lock.
"HEY, JACKASS! FORGETTING SOMEONE!? EAT THIS!". Zerenis shouted out, sounding equally as pissed as the time Lacus Clyne was killed, before firing the fully charged rail Bazooka at the enemy unit, and setting to work on charging the next shot, this time aiming for one of the carrier ships.
Meanwhile, aboard the CSC's flagship, Cronic had issued an order for two Mobile Suits to deploy on an evacuation mission. The two in question were Kenny and Mark, the latter piloting Cronic's ZAKU, who was talking to the pilots via intercom.
"Ok, here's the thing; Ever since that new model of enemy MS deployed, Wraith and Saviour practically stopped moving, and Regen Duel is moving a lot more sluggishly than usual. I'm not sure what happened there, but it's imperative that we rescue the pilots of the immobilized Mobile Suits... Assuming they're still alive, as soon as possible. Kenny, since you've got more experience handling an MS than Mark does, no offense intended, you'll be flying right into the thick of it to secure Wraith and it's pilot. Mark, you're to track down what's left of the Saviour, recover it, and check if the Pilot survived. You have your orders, gentlemen. Get to work!" Cronic said, cutting the transmission
"...Good grief... This was not how I'd planned to spend the day." Mark said, as he braced himself for launch.
"Mark Astaroth, Blaze ZAKU Warrior, Taking off!"
Calthorn was naturally screaming in agony as his head literally ached, as though his brain threatened to burst.
"My head..! IT HURTS...!" Calthorn shouted out, having not turned off the comm link to Maddox yet, gripping the sides of his helmet tightly as he writhed in pain, leaving himself vulnerable to attack. This wasn't normal for an extended to actively admit they were hurting. Especially one who's as skilled as Calthorn. The pains they experience if not given their treatment were generally full-body ones, not concentrated in the head. And Calthorn wasn't due for his for at least another hour or two.
Zerenis too, was feeling the pain, but it wasn't as extreme as what Izumi or Calthorn were feeling; He could still take a shot. "Lucia... Something's not right here...! Around the time of that enemy unit's deployment, my head started aching suddenly. Whatever it is, I'm shooting the bastard down! Get Izumi to safety, NOW!" Zerenis said, shoving the pain to the back of his mind for now, as he began to line up his shot on the enemy unit.
"My head..! IT HURTS...!" Calthorn shouted out, having not turned off the comm link to Maddox yet, gripping the sides of his helmet tightly as he writhed in pain, leaving himself vulnerable to attack. This wasn't normal for an extended to actively admit they were hurting. Especially one who's as skilled as Calthorn. The pains they experience if not given their treatment were generally full-body ones, not concentrated in the head. And Calthorn wasn't due for his for at least another hour or two.
Zerenis too, was feeling the pain, but it wasn't as extreme as what Izumi or Calthorn were feeling; He could still take a shot. "Lucia... Something's not right here...! Around the time of that enemy unit's deployment, my head started aching suddenly. Whatever it is, I'm shooting the bastard down! Get Izumi to safety, NOW!" Zerenis said, shoving the pain to the back of his mind for now, as he began to line up his shot on the enemy unit.
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Zerenis was dodging the enemy fire, each dodge throwing off his aim.
"Damnit damnit damnit..! Get these bastards off me!" Zerenis said, trying to keep his aim steady while the Bazooka charged. Easier said than done when you're under enemy fire and you need to make sure you get a sure hit in.
Calthorn, meanwhile, was still holding his ground, having racked up several more "Kills", but the fatigue of having to push himself to the limit to avoid getting shot down was starting to kick in, and it was showing. "Damnit... Maddox. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold this position for...! There's just no end to them...!" Calthorn said, sweat visible through his helmet's visor, and he was breathing heavily.
"Damnit damnit damnit..! Get these bastards off me!" Zerenis said, trying to keep his aim steady while the Bazooka charged. Easier said than done when you're under enemy fire and you need to make sure you get a sure hit in.
Calthorn, meanwhile, was still holding his ground, having racked up several more "Kills", but the fatigue of having to push himself to the limit to avoid getting shot down was starting to kick in, and it was showing. "Damnit... Maddox. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold this position for...! There's just no end to them...!" Calthorn said, sweat visible through his helmet's visor, and he was breathing heavily.
Zerenis, piloting a black and purple Regen Duel, took aim with his Rail bazooka at one of the Carrier Classes.
"I agree with Izumi on this one; We're not dead yet, and I'd like to keep it that way!" Zerenis said, flying in between the two Gundam units, as he began charging the Bazooka in preparation to fire.
"So don't go flying the white flag just yet Lucia. If Maddox gets it in the neck for this madness, I want to be alive to see him get what he deserves!"
Calthorn, on the other hand, in a modified Dagger L which he nicknamed "Wraith" and was outfitted with the Noir Striker pack, was fending off a squadron of enemy Mobile Dolls. He was managing to down units one by one, but they just kept coming out of nowhere. Calthorn, however, was determined to take down every single one of the automated units.
"I agree with Izumi on this one; We're not dead yet, and I'd like to keep it that way!" Zerenis said, flying in between the two Gundam units, as he began charging the Bazooka in preparation to fire.
"So don't go flying the white flag just yet Lucia. If Maddox gets it in the neck for this madness, I want to be alive to see him get what he deserves!"
Calthorn, on the other hand, in a modified Dagger L which he nicknamed "Wraith" and was outfitted with the Noir Striker pack, was fending off a squadron of enemy Mobile Dolls. He was managing to down units one by one, but they just kept coming out of nowhere. Calthorn, however, was determined to take down every single one of the automated units.
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