Got dorm pairings done through a randomizer. The pairings are:Azure/Emma
Lea/NPC (Until Nallore get their character done)
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Ari watched, with a sigh of relief, as the Shrike again ground into motion and McKnight's voice came over the COM. She could hardly bear the thought of her wing mate dying in her first engagement, especially McKnight who'd stood up for her against Eric. The depth of relief she felt at the realization of his survival was far deeper than was, in all honesty, probably healthy. She then set about checking over the Astelion's systems and grimaced at the reports in front of her. Shields were down completely, the blast had damaged the generator, thrusters could only function at 70% efficiency, which could be a death sentence for a speed based mech, and that wasn't mentioning the many fragments of her armor now floating around space.
With the sudden call for an about face, Ari didn't hesitate to spin the Astelion around in a proper one hundred eighty degree turn. Charging forward, she found the remains of the III, plasma blade drawn. Even as McKnight darted over to fight, she looked over to the targetting console to begin acquiring a firing solution...and promptly felt her hopes and dreams shattering. Displayed on the console in big, bold, red letters were the words "TARGETING AI OFFLINE". Without the AI, she couldn't get a solution, but McKnight was still in combat, and may not win without help. Ari began to panic, but an idea came to her, no matter how hair-brained it was.
She flipped the targetting systems to manual and watched a series of calculators and sensor windows displaying measurements pop up. She began rapidly punching in numbers, taking into account drift, enemy position, the lack of gravity and other such factors. She sweated from nervousness as her fingers danced across the keys, numbers and calculations being done at a frantically rushed speed. If it weren't for her engineering degree, she would've just done the emergency reboot, but that took 5 minutes, and McKnight may not have that long. As she finished typing, she watched the completed firing solution plug into the targetting computer. With the solution provided, she began the reboot of the targetting AI, routed through the backup cores, and immediately centered her sights on the position provide by the solution.
As the enemy MAS sluggishly boosted away, the X-50s heated up and prepared to fire. Thankfully, she'd kept the cannons at full charge while standing guard over McKnight. The X-50s finished heating and, with a prayer to any deity that was listening, she fired. She watched nervously as the shots raced out, and hoped against hope that they'd hit. Her calculations had been rushed, and had been done on possibly malfunctioning hardware, so she had no way of knowing if they were accurate. She watched and held her breath as the plasma grew closer and closer to the enemy's predicted position.
Sure enough, the left shot missed the target...but the right made contact. The enemy MAS turned to slag, and she watched as the shattered vessel was sent flying away. She breathed a sigh of relief at this, glad to have saved McKnight from what may've been his fate. She looked over at the slowly resetting targetting AI and sighed, hoping she wouldn't be plagued by such failures in the future. Though, this at least taught her not to depend on having the targetting AI. As this situation had so eloquently proved, she couldn't depend on it always being around. However, for now she should probably at least take a moment to speak on her COM. She reached over, gently keyed it, and said calmly "Hostile down. The Astelion took a beating, thrusters damaged and shields are down, targetting AI shorted out and I'm running a bypass now. Still combat effective." With that, she turned to fly back out into combat, unwilling to allow her teammates and fellow UEE pilots to bear the entirety of the burden of this combat simply because she'd taken some battle damage to an enemy missile. After all, the 7th MAS received the most vital missions, she couldn't just chicken out!
With the sudden call for an about face, Ari didn't hesitate to spin the Astelion around in a proper one hundred eighty degree turn. Charging forward, she found the remains of the III, plasma blade drawn. Even as McKnight darted over to fight, she looked over to the targetting console to begin acquiring a firing solution...and promptly felt her hopes and dreams shattering. Displayed on the console in big, bold, red letters were the words "TARGETING AI OFFLINE". Without the AI, she couldn't get a solution, but McKnight was still in combat, and may not win without help. Ari began to panic, but an idea came to her, no matter how hair-brained it was.
She flipped the targetting systems to manual and watched a series of calculators and sensor windows displaying measurements pop up. She began rapidly punching in numbers, taking into account drift, enemy position, the lack of gravity and other such factors. She sweated from nervousness as her fingers danced across the keys, numbers and calculations being done at a frantically rushed speed. If it weren't for her engineering degree, she would've just done the emergency reboot, but that took 5 minutes, and McKnight may not have that long. As she finished typing, she watched the completed firing solution plug into the targetting computer. With the solution provided, she began the reboot of the targetting AI, routed through the backup cores, and immediately centered her sights on the position provide by the solution.
As the enemy MAS sluggishly boosted away, the X-50s heated up and prepared to fire. Thankfully, she'd kept the cannons at full charge while standing guard over McKnight. The X-50s finished heating and, with a prayer to any deity that was listening, she fired. She watched nervously as the shots raced out, and hoped against hope that they'd hit. Her calculations had been rushed, and had been done on possibly malfunctioning hardware, so she had no way of knowing if they were accurate. She watched and held her breath as the plasma grew closer and closer to the enemy's predicted position.
Sure enough, the left shot missed the target...but the right made contact. The enemy MAS turned to slag, and she watched as the shattered vessel was sent flying away. She breathed a sigh of relief at this, glad to have saved McKnight from what may've been his fate. She looked over at the slowly resetting targetting AI and sighed, hoping she wouldn't be plagued by such failures in the future. Though, this at least taught her not to depend on having the targetting AI. As this situation had so eloquently proved, she couldn't depend on it always being around. However, for now she should probably at least take a moment to speak on her COM. She reached over, gently keyed it, and said calmly "Hostile down. The Astelion took a beating, thrusters damaged and shields are down, targetting AI shorted out and I'm running a bypass now. Still combat effective." With that, she turned to fly back out into combat, unwilling to allow her teammates and fellow UEE pilots to bear the entirety of the burden of this combat simply because she'd taken some battle damage to an enemy missile. After all, the 7th MAS received the most vital missions, she couldn't just chicken out!
Hey I probably won't be able to get a post up till tomorrow, maybe later tonight at the earliest unless something unexpected happens. Gotta run some unexpected errands that'll probably keep me out all day
Class 1-1, the likely site of all her troubles for the next year. Emma didn't delude herself into thinking this would be easy because she was Canada's top pilot, she knew the best of every other major nation would be here as well. She didn't even dare consider that she'd be the best in the class, because that was being cocky, and her dad always said being cocky got you killed. Not that she expected to die of course, this was school, but being cocky could make her lose. Emma hated losing in the IS, not because she'd been beaten outright, but because she loved flying so much that it just sucked to lose.
Startled from her reverie by the sounds of awe from her surrounding classmates, she looked up in surprise to see a male walking in. A man was here, in her class? How lucky, or unlucky depending on your point of view, that one of the world's limited supply of male IS pilots was in her class. For now, she tacked on a mental note to talk to him later, maybe try to befriend him. He was rather handsome, after all, for a foreigner. She shook this thought, and the resultant blush, from her head and focused on surveying the classroom.
The Entrance Ceremony, for all its ceremony, was nothing compared to the reality of being in this school. Especially jarring, however, was that she was not just here as a student, but representing the nation of Canada. The stress would get to her, eventually, no doubt, as she wasn't really prepared for the realities of this. Her every action was a reflection on her homeland, and the wrong move could spark all forms of hassles. She'd definitely have to be on guard, and be extra careful what she said to who. For now though, she just shrugged and said to herself "I hope this is a good year."
Startled from her reverie by the sounds of awe from her surrounding classmates, she looked up in surprise to see a male walking in. A man was here, in her class? How lucky, or unlucky depending on your point of view, that one of the world's limited supply of male IS pilots was in her class. For now, she tacked on a mental note to talk to him later, maybe try to befriend him. He was rather handsome, after all, for a foreigner. She shook this thought, and the resultant blush, from her head and focused on surveying the classroom.
The Entrance Ceremony, for all its ceremony, was nothing compared to the reality of being in this school. Especially jarring, however, was that she was not just here as a student, but representing the nation of Canada. The stress would get to her, eventually, no doubt, as she wasn't really prepared for the realities of this. Her every action was a reflection on her homeland, and the wrong move could spark all forms of hassles. She'd definitely have to be on guard, and be extra careful what she said to who. For now though, she just shrugged and said to herself "I hope this is a good year."
Alrighty, working on an IC post now!
Aww, just noticed everyone headin over to help Ari secure the kill. It sustained a chest shot from a plasma so shouldn't be too hard. Oh, and sorry Howl! Didn't mean to leave you behind -_-
Awesome, glad to see the OOC up!
Got it cap'n! Wasn't sure how the missiles compared to the light shields, so I figured you'd call me out on it if I fed up.
Edit: I believe I fixed it. One missile went from shields to half dead
Edit: I believe I fixed it. One missile went from shields to half dead
Alrighty, posted, not my best work, but I think it's decently solid.
Encouragement after encouragement flowed over the COM after her kill confirmation, and...it felt good. It felt so incredibly, stupidly good, in a way that made her feel like a kid again, with her dad congratulating her on doing multiplication right. It made her feel appreciated, like she belonged in the squad, and that made her smile. It was scary, in a way, that she was smiling so soon after landing a kill, but in another way it made such sense. She had just done something right after all, something to prove she wasn't just a sham of a pilot. That was worth it, wasn't it? She watched as McKnight began to fly further ahead, to spearhead for Wes and pave the way. She urged the Astelion forward and kept pace with McKnight easily...and then watched him shoot off ahead, through the enemy, towards a newly emerging group. Without another thought, she gunned the Astelion forward through the line, right beside McKnight.
She watched, almost awestruck, as McKnight rushed into combat with the pair of IIs with the III. He was destroying them both, alone, and it was utterly incredible. However, she kept her eyes on the III and watched as its plasma cannon fired...right at her. It didn't take a genius to know the Astelion couldn't tank a hit from that and keep going. It wouldn't even survive the blast, if she was hit by that there wouldn't BE a body to bury. There wouldn't even be ash, nothing would remain of Ari, and likely very little of the Astelion. She had no choice but to gun it up, away from the oncoming plasma bolt, but it was by no means slow. Her own X-50s flipped back, and applied frightening acceleration, rocketing her out of the way, but also out of the fight.
For a moment, she was terrified she'd be unable to get back into position to help McKnight, but that was soon invalidated. The III began to float up to fight her, his cannons already recharging. She had to get her own shot off, she couldn't just keep dodging, so that meant she couldn't use the 50s to dodge this shot. She had an idea, stupid maybe, but it was an idea. As the X-50s swapped from booster to cannon, and gathered energy, she watched as the enemy cannons fired. With a deep breath, she waited a half second before throwing the stick down. The Astelion jumped down, thrusters propelling it just fast enough. The blast was so close her shields sizzled from the pure heat of the backlash. That didn't matter now, however, because it was her turn. The X-50s were hot and ready, and discharged their twin balls of destruction at the III.
The III, however, was a MAS meant for the skilled, and this pilot appeared to be no exception. The pilot, bound by his MAS's slower speed, threw himself right. She watched as the left blast made contact...but of course, his shield was rated up to class III, and so sadly the Ferir still stood there. The Astelion still had the initiative for now, and now she was sure she had his capabilities on lock. He shouldn't be able to dodge if she made sure to keep him solidly in the middle of the 50's firing solution, so a dodge to either side would slam into a blast, since he shouldn't be fast enough to be able to evade.
She was wrong, and that quickly showed itself to her. Suddenly displaying the maneuverability the tesla drives were rated for, he deftly dodged the blasts and Ari mumbled "Shite. Didn't see that coming.." She changed reactor priorities quickly, less to her shield and more to her guns, which should give her guns the extra speed to hit him. By now, it was too late however, as her sensors read that his cannons were charged. She didn't even hesitate to abandon her current attempt at firing, just allowing the 50s to charge instead as she barreled right...but that shot wasn't aimed at her. She watched the blasts slam into the rear of McKnight's MAS, sending him flying away. "MCKNIGHT!" The unrestrained call parted her lips and tore out over the COM.
She felt helpless, watching the machine charge up to finish off McKnight. She had no way of knowing if her X-50s could blast the other MAS before his blasts got McKnight. She didn't have any time to think, to plan, to do anything. Suddenly, however, she felt something...unexpected. Anger, rage, pure protective anger over taking her as she watched. "How DARE this bastard try to kill McKnight? How DARE HE think he can hurt my team mate? WHO THE HELL SAID HE COULD HURT THEM ALL SO SOON AFTER LOSING A PILOT?" She found herself sending the Astelion flying forward with it's thrusters, and she fired.
The X-50s fired, while he was gathering energy, and she watched with satisfaction as the blasts raced forward. He was forced to abandon his attack on McKnight to dodge, but it wasn't fast enough. The right blast clipped him, and his shields were no longer powerful enough to stop them. The blast melted the right arm and shoulder, while Ari's cannons continued charging. He turned, his own weapons firing at her, but Ari was already moving, defying every pattern she'd done so far by dodging down. Now, this was generally in advisable, as down was the slowest direction for most MAS suits, since fewer thrusters were angled up. However, she was betting it all on a gambit, her life and McKnights. She dumped the power from her shields, all of it, into the thrusters and guns.
She watched as the blasts neared her and...skidded by just above her. Her armor heated, and she was warned of a temperature spike as she restored her reactor settings to what they'd been previously, but it was too late. She fired, again, and watched as the enemy again made to dodge, but this time she'd corrected more vigorously. The blast slammed into the chest of the enemy MAS, blowing it away, but not without a final "salute" from the pilot. Missiles skidded out towards her, and she was too focused to stop them before it was too late and she hammered the countermeasures. Most were diverted, one was not, and she'd pay the price.
Her shields held off part of the first blast, but the rest of it blew threw to the MAS itself. An explosion rocked the Astelion and warning lights went off, warning her that her hull was at 50% integrity. That didn't matter right now though, McKnight needed help and she had to get to him. The X-50s flipped back into boost, and she was sent rocketing forward. She pulled in near him and assumed a guard position, X-50s charging again, and said into the COM "McKnight, whats your status!?! Can you right yourself?! Do you need help!?"
She watched, almost awestruck, as McKnight rushed into combat with the pair of IIs with the III. He was destroying them both, alone, and it was utterly incredible. However, she kept her eyes on the III and watched as its plasma cannon fired...right at her. It didn't take a genius to know the Astelion couldn't tank a hit from that and keep going. It wouldn't even survive the blast, if she was hit by that there wouldn't BE a body to bury. There wouldn't even be ash, nothing would remain of Ari, and likely very little of the Astelion. She had no choice but to gun it up, away from the oncoming plasma bolt, but it was by no means slow. Her own X-50s flipped back, and applied frightening acceleration, rocketing her out of the way, but also out of the fight.
For a moment, she was terrified she'd be unable to get back into position to help McKnight, but that was soon invalidated. The III began to float up to fight her, his cannons already recharging. She had to get her own shot off, she couldn't just keep dodging, so that meant she couldn't use the 50s to dodge this shot. She had an idea, stupid maybe, but it was an idea. As the X-50s swapped from booster to cannon, and gathered energy, she watched as the enemy cannons fired. With a deep breath, she waited a half second before throwing the stick down. The Astelion jumped down, thrusters propelling it just fast enough. The blast was so close her shields sizzled from the pure heat of the backlash. That didn't matter now, however, because it was her turn. The X-50s were hot and ready, and discharged their twin balls of destruction at the III.
The III, however, was a MAS meant for the skilled, and this pilot appeared to be no exception. The pilot, bound by his MAS's slower speed, threw himself right. She watched as the left blast made contact...but of course, his shield was rated up to class III, and so sadly the Ferir still stood there. The Astelion still had the initiative for now, and now she was sure she had his capabilities on lock. He shouldn't be able to dodge if she made sure to keep him solidly in the middle of the 50's firing solution, so a dodge to either side would slam into a blast, since he shouldn't be fast enough to be able to evade.
She was wrong, and that quickly showed itself to her. Suddenly displaying the maneuverability the tesla drives were rated for, he deftly dodged the blasts and Ari mumbled "Shite. Didn't see that coming.." She changed reactor priorities quickly, less to her shield and more to her guns, which should give her guns the extra speed to hit him. By now, it was too late however, as her sensors read that his cannons were charged. She didn't even hesitate to abandon her current attempt at firing, just allowing the 50s to charge instead as she barreled right...but that shot wasn't aimed at her. She watched the blasts slam into the rear of McKnight's MAS, sending him flying away. "MCKNIGHT!" The unrestrained call parted her lips and tore out over the COM.
She felt helpless, watching the machine charge up to finish off McKnight. She had no way of knowing if her X-50s could blast the other MAS before his blasts got McKnight. She didn't have any time to think, to plan, to do anything. Suddenly, however, she felt something...unexpected. Anger, rage, pure protective anger over taking her as she watched. "How DARE this bastard try to kill McKnight? How DARE HE think he can hurt my team mate? WHO THE HELL SAID HE COULD HURT THEM ALL SO SOON AFTER LOSING A PILOT?" She found herself sending the Astelion flying forward with it's thrusters, and she fired.
The X-50s fired, while he was gathering energy, and she watched with satisfaction as the blasts raced forward. He was forced to abandon his attack on McKnight to dodge, but it wasn't fast enough. The right blast clipped him, and his shields were no longer powerful enough to stop them. The blast melted the right arm and shoulder, while Ari's cannons continued charging. He turned, his own weapons firing at her, but Ari was already moving, defying every pattern she'd done so far by dodging down. Now, this was generally in advisable, as down was the slowest direction for most MAS suits, since fewer thrusters were angled up. However, she was betting it all on a gambit, her life and McKnights. She dumped the power from her shields, all of it, into the thrusters and guns.
She watched as the blasts neared her and...skidded by just above her. Her armor heated, and she was warned of a temperature spike as she restored her reactor settings to what they'd been previously, but it was too late. She fired, again, and watched as the enemy again made to dodge, but this time she'd corrected more vigorously. The blast slammed into the chest of the enemy MAS, blowing it away, but not without a final "salute" from the pilot. Missiles skidded out towards her, and she was too focused to stop them before it was too late and she hammered the countermeasures. Most were diverted, one was not, and she'd pay the price.
Her shields held off part of the first blast, but the rest of it blew threw to the MAS itself. An explosion rocked the Astelion and warning lights went off, warning her that her hull was at 50% integrity. That didn't matter right now though, McKnight needed help and she had to get to him. The X-50s flipped back into boost, and she was sent rocketing forward. She pulled in near him and assumed a guard position, X-50s charging again, and said into the COM "McKnight, whats your status!?! Can you right yourself?! Do you need help!?"
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