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Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Zel-Ghin

He have backhanded the water bottle the moment it had gotten pushed unto him, letting it and the blanket fall to the floor.

'Keep your paws to yourself dog or I'll put you down where you belong...' The teal-haired twin gave Stella a snarl, his eyes narrowed. He wasn't in the mood for any further disrespect to his person. The simulation had ended, his brother had lost as well and the seemingly last person standing were that blue haired man his brother had spoken to when they had first arrived.

Stella had then proceeded to grab and put that witless blond man next to him for seemingly being overly social and disruptive, earning the attention from Ritsu in the process. Had the day turned out differently, he would have likely snickered. But this wasn't a good day at all. Nothing had gone the way he wanted. He had planned to rip the other team to shreds and be showered in praise, but instead he had ended up like this? He felt cheated.

The sooner his brother would finish talking with the others, the sooner he could get back to playing a videogame or the like. He still felt a strong urge to beat someone up, at the moment Griff, Stella and Arrish seemed like fitting targets to pick a fight with, anything to have him reclaim his status as the strongest. If he wouldn't be loved, he would be feared. He just couldn't be seen throwing the first punch, that would get him and his brother most likely into trouble. Someone had to be provoked into throwing the first punch. Of all the various historical individuals that his brother had been reading about, only two had stood out to him.

Charles Darwin and Athena Rivera. Survival of the fittest, was it so wrong of him to embrace the nature which he had been created for, to follow the design laid out before him, following what fate had chosen for him? He was a weapon. A Biological weapon. And weapons were made to be used, killing people were what weapons always did. He would not be evil simply doing what he was made to do right? He had no love for the Galactic Federation, neither did he harbor the hate that those researchers had so eagerly tried to put into his mind. To Zel-Ghin they were all hypocrites. Had fate not dictated for him to follow his brother, he would likely never have joined the army to begin with. While the thrill of battle was something he found enjoyment in, the same thrill could be found in playing games or kissing. He didn't fully know what they had injected him with, but it was something for efficiency, not likely something which would allow him to live a normal life. How could he? Nothing in his life had been normal. He wouldn't be surprised if whatever they had injected into his body would ultimately be what kills him, he just hoped he would have plenty of fun before then.

There was only one way to find out. Following the river and see where it would lead.

"Ugh. Let's get this overwith. I am so bored."

Zel-Ghin began to walk towards the debriefing room, his hands into his jacket pockets. He had no desire to mingle with anyone right now. The Squid had failed him as far as he was concerned, it had all the right to be destroyed for what it had put him through. Perhaps that old man would provide him with a stronger one? Something capable to destroy everything in it's path. Something that was on par with his power?

Perhaps Lorenzo was worth his time, but it all depended on what would be said at the debriefing.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

From out of nowhere he had been given a bottle of water and then wrapped into a blanket. Coming to think of it, he was slightly thirsty, but a blanket? He couldn't sleep until he had taken a show- The hand of Stella had grabbed his head while he was pondering on what held priority, showering or eating food.

"H-hey! Let go of me you oversized rustbuck-" Griff blinked. 'Wait what? No headpat for her? Why not? Is she sick?' his anger momentarily travelling to confusion, then even more so seeing Rhylaen approaching. Oh so she wanted a piece of him aswell! Well he'd show her- wait what? She was thanking him. The winged little alien. Rhylaen was thanking him. She looked like she was serious. Griff got a flustered face and crossed his arms quickly and raised his nose slightly upwards.

"Whatever. It's not like I wanted to save you or anything. I just were close… allright?" He said in a stuttering manner, his words leaving his mouth before they could be checked and properly arranged. "You are a comerade after all..." He said in an almost mumbling hushed manner, his arms unfolding and his index fingers pressing against one another while his mouth took on a pouty appearance. "Now get off my back. I gotta watch Arrish avenge me-" He had then watched how Mema-Ka had left Elora in the open field to be destroyed. Bug and Mema-Ka's frames and that silly squid got all blown up and Bug got shot. He had closed his eyes momentarily and lamented on failing to get in time to save Elora. His failure was complete. And that Mema-Ka person would have to explain his reasonings to him later or it would be punching time. Then Griff had watched how the remainder of the battle were going, for a moment he forgot his dislike of the greenhaired man who had left his disciple Elora behind, and instead began to cheer for him when he saw him try to make a move on the Guinevere. Then that hope vanished. Crap. But Ava got taken down aswell. Arrish! Arrish would do it, he would save the day. He had to. Otherwise.

Griff had swallowed and felt the sweat sliding down his neck. Otherwise Sparks would end up the victor. Griff stood up and blinked and followed the ongoing battle. "Get up Arrish.. come on... don't do this." Griff muttered and tried his best at sending telepathic messages towards Arrish, or part what remained of his fighting spirit. He had seen it happen in the galactic ranger episodes versus the final boss. And this was definitely it. The noble knight facing the underhanded nerd!

'Get up Arrish! Oh you've gotta be shitting me! Duvey! Get him! Come oooooon! Noooooooooo!' He screamed within himself watching how Sparks in his Guinevere dispatched the Horst.

It had to be a bad dream. A nightmare. "Uso... you gotta be shitting me." He made a galactic ranger word without even thinking about it, his eyes widened, blinking and trying to comprehend what had just happened. 'Oh by the gods of biceps... this can't be true. Someone has to pinch me. I need to wake up right about now. There's no way I live in this reality!' Griff sunk down on his knees, his arms falling to the sides and his jaw dropping.

Sparks had won the simulation battle. Had he even gotten a scratch beside from that little Maser gun? Griff's own Shiva had been torn to pieces and he had failed. And here was this guy. This guy! He was just like his rival back at the academy, always being ahead of him, no matter how hard he trained. 'Shiiiiiiiiit! How could this happen?! Arrish! You had one job! How will I be able to forgive you for this? Martial arts masters of old, give me the wisdom to-' That's right. Whenever the students would suffer a defeat they would drink sake. He needed a ton of that right now. How could he face anyone of them now? He had nothing on Minerva to celebrate... he had failed Aurora and Elora… and Jackie. While Arrish had obviously failed him as far as he was concerned.

Griff slammed his now tightened fist into the palm of his other hand as he connected the dots. 'It has to be Arrish fault. Somehow. No... that's not fair. It's mine too. We must both repent and cleanse our bodies of this very bitter defeat. I will get you next time Sparks! Just you wait! This had to be a moment of sheer luck! Wait… maybe it was his hacking bot that did all of that? He was probably cheating and Lorenzo being an old nerd wouldn't know the new nerd stuff.' Griff's eyes sparkled momentarily as if he had been given a godsend revelation. But even then. He needed to grab Arrish and drink until he could wipe out the memory of the day completely. He was not a drinker, but in this case he would make an exception.

The celebration steak… how could he enjoy a steak now? He was not worthy to bite into it.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka

Mema-Ka let out a soft exhale as the helmet was lifted from his head, it was over, temporarily at least. The Guinevere and it's pilot, Sparks had evaporated him in the simulation. But was that how it truly felt to die? There would be no waking up from a death outside of the simulation, just an endless sleep one would never wake up from. A peaceful silence in a world filled with sounds and images.

But not all sounds were unpleasant, some were soft, like an embrace, drawing you in and leading you to sleep. He felt inspired to make a new melody for the piano once there was time for such frivial things, composition would take abit of time, but having a sweet hymn or melody in ones head would make the grueling tasks ahead much easier to do. After all, were not all humans dreamers at the core? His brother might be one exception to that rule, as bothersome as the thought that Zel-Ghin were so willing to leave his life and everything in the hands of something like fate. Yet in his case, perhaps it were for the best.

Zel-Ghin's desires were simple, primal in their nature. He wanted to indulge himself in the present. Sweets. Games. Girls and whatever else came to mind. In that regard he felt a tinge of jealousy. The only things he could enjoy were those things out of reach, distant, just beyond the fingertips. The simulation had been a test of teamwork amongst the contestants, and a show of each person's talents and that of their framewerks. But also their weaknesses and flaws. Humankind was strickened with these things too. He knew it all too well. He had plenty of things to consider and talk with the other pilots about. Logic had gotten reckless and needed to be rescued, showing it's pilot the consequences of it's actions. She however had followed his orders without question. A commander always like a soldier which carry out the task without question.

He had been forced to abandon her out in the open, had he not they both would have been likely destroyed there and the Horst would have found itself facing three enemies. When it came to the Horst, and it's pilot, Arrish Duval. Mema-Ka had been forced to speak up, a thing he normally had to do when his younger brother would get himself into trouble or close to it. To Mema-Ka, Arrish had ignored a field commendation, at such a moment in time, to argue over command would lead to confusion on the battlefield and possibly heavier casualities. Of course he had spoken out against it in the simulation, but that was because it all were a moment for each one of them to learn something. The older twin felt compelled to speak with Arrish after the simulation and aftermath was done with.

His willingness to take leadership and what appeared to be pride could be a useful thing, he could be a good second in command of their combined force. There were people who would freeze in the heat of battle, he had not done such a thing, which meant he had qualities which couldn't be ignored.

Aurora had devised their initial plan and had directed the rescue attempt of Elora. That showed him that she understood the value of trying to fixing things that were broken, like a clock missing a spring. She also did pass leadership to him. That was something he would remember. The ability to discern who to put where was a sign of a good leader, while the opposite would be true for a bad leader.

The Electric Dragonfly and it's tevranian pilot had done everything according to plan and kept communications well. He had nothing negative to think in regards to the prowess displayed by that one, that Logic had been taken down had compromised their comms, but that was not the Dragonfly's fault. Overall it had been a good display of support on her end.

The Shiva. Griff. The loud blond man had ultimately left Sleeping Thunder open to be taken out by the Goose Mother. But it had managed to take down the Atty which had seemingly done a deep dive into their line and taken out the Dragonfly. And much later the Shiva had taken itself out alongside the Argo. The man's choice of actions had been disruptive to the original plan, but at least it appeared like the man was adapting to a changing battlefield and had dealt with two opponents. A fair trade. To Mema-Ka however, the man needs to be reigned in and be defeated by other means than raw force to show him that everything could not be solved by blunt force. He suspected there were a high probability that sooner or later that blond would find himself picking a fight with Zel-Ghin, and that could possibly change his mind. But would such a clash be worth it? Zel-Ghin would have to be restrained from going too far, and he didn't have enough strength of his own to hold back his boosted twin. Preferably he would try to speak with Griff first, see if words would have any affect on him at all. He had to admit that Griff appeared to be passionate and caring for his fellow pilots such as Elora. So perhaps Griff would not like how he had left Elora out in the open.

The Angel Zero and it's helmeted pilot had performed well all things considered, it was not a frontliner but had remained with Sleeping Thunder. Like the case with Rhylaen and her frame, he had nothing negative in mind in regards to that man's performance. Then there were the 'Obscure' and it's pilot, which had followed through on his part, despite having been blown up before he could be supported. To be able to seize the opportunity and act, and choose the 'right' side had put him into Mema-Ka's good book already. He would have to talk with that pilot later aswell, they would likely have plenty of good subjects to discuss.

On the opposing side, he found it impressive that the Atty had managed to take out the Dragonfly amidst their frontline. It showed that she was willing to do what had to be done. That would bode well for the near future when the destiny of the world, all worlds would likely be determined by their abilities or lack thereof. Nothing like letting loose a berserker or a hound in the initial clash to inspire the rest into moving forwards, like a king leading from the front.

The Squid and Zel-Ghin had seemingly encountered some problem and were taken out early in the simulation, this was troubling Mema-Ka alot. Zel-Ghin was not someone used to losing, and were vindictive by nature. He recall the amount of times his brother would go to great lengths to try humiliate bosses in various videogames, while they truly could not feel such a thing even. He had to find Zel-Ghin and try to calm him down before he'd do something vindictive to sate his lack of achievement in the simulation. His brother was like a loyal dog, but even a loyal dog can bite when provoked enough. Feelings were the masters of Zel-Ghin's mind, he had known this since they were young, that his younger brother took in more of his surroundings, taste, hearing and sights and finding enjoyment in plenty of things. He was very different from him for certain. What enjoyment did he feel? Perhaps only when he sat by the piano and closed his eyes and listened to how those keys harmonized with one another to create a theme of harmony before coming to a swift and quiet end.

The Argo and it's pilot had done admirably, damaging his Raptor, being an overall harasser of their team and ultimately taking out Griff in his Shiva. That was a well done performance and worthy of recognition. She also does look awfully… familiar to him.

The Mother Goose. The large framewerk had waltzed into their zone of control and taken out the Angel Zero and the Sleeping Thunder by the looks of it. That was an effective trade. He did efficiency. The more effective something is, the quicker they could get to where they needed to be. The Argent Wings had much like the Argo been performing well in dispatching the 'Obscure', at least he assumed it had been the one. He had no complaints about her choice of approach or performance. Then there were that pink framewerk, the Cockroach, which he could have sworn had another colour in the hangar. It had managed to seemingly survive artillery shelling from Aurora's frame and managed to kattai itself with the remnants of his brother's frame, and had forced him to take action to deal with him directly as a result. That he had managed to scurry away from artillery fire and the soon to follow explosion caused by his Raptor detonating the drones showed that it's pilot was hard to get rid of, forcing Mema-Ka to ultimately shoot him down with the Maser. Perhaps he were the composer of that song after all? Time would tell.

That pilot represented the persistance of humankind, how they always tried to get away from the hot needle, to strive to survive no matter the price to the world they lived in. The frame had been aptly named Cockroach. A fitting name for something that simply refused to enter elyseum, despite the promise of peace and no more pain. That pilot both represented something he admired, that one wouldn't submit without a fight. A sign of destiny, the choice and struggle against the stream that is trying to guide you along. But he also reminded him of why he had chosen the path he was now on, because the universe or it's gods if they truly ever existed at all, want the wheel to keep on spinning, the endless wheel of life and death, wars and other horrors to keep existing. When all he wanted. Was to make that final melody which would make it all come to a swift final note.

Like facing a storm of lightning head on and accepting that this…. is it.

That's the final step, the final moment and climax of the song.

The Guinevere and it's pilot Sparks had been the perfect support for team Mango, he had ultimately granted him a temporary reprieve, a premonition of what would eventually come to all things which live.

The end.

Mema-Ka stood up from the simulation chair and turned to face Ritsu and Lorenzo, saluting them, then giving a slight nod and then moved over towards Elora, Bug and Lucius. He assumed Lucius had to be the pilot of the Obscure, as that was the only one he had not seen prior to the simulation.

"You must be the pilot of the 'Obscure'. Good to see you made up your mind quick regardless of what followed. Well done. Good to have you aboard. I shall look forwards to getting to know more about you." Mema-Ka said in a soft manner, holding out his hand towards Lucius in a polite manner, offering a handshake then turning to Elora.

"Do forgive me for leaving you in such a difficult situation Elora. You performed admirably and bravely fought to your last. Keep your head high. We wouldn't have gotten this far without you." Mema-Ka gave a graceful bow to Elora, his right hand placed diagonally over his chest before finally turning towards Bug.

"The pilot of the pink one if I am not mistaken? We arrived to the ship together. Kattai with my brother's framewerk. An excellent manuever. No hard feelings I hope?" He gave a soft smile and then stretched out his arm and hand towards Bug to offer a handshake.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka

Fortune was smiling on him, there was no such thing as fate, to him it was just a string of choices which led you to where you would end up.

"Do forgive me. Logic. Raptor. Squid. Mr Pink. You all performed admirably, now rest. We all eventually go to the same place after all." Mema-Ka held his salute momentarily.

He had survived the explosion of the Cockroach and Squid hybrid together with his own frame, the Raptor. And also taken out the pilot. And that was proof enough for Mema-Ka that his choices had been the right one to make. To have lost the Raptor was unfortunate, but he knew he had to do what he did. The Raptor had been at it's limit, to know when to hold on and let go was something he had learnt a long time ago. That the Logic Diver and Elora had been left to fend for themselves out in the open, with no way to move to cover had also been a very unfortunate turn of events. He had counted on the Shiva to survive it's ordeal with the Argo. But that pilot had managed to do him in. Had that not been the case, then he could have counted on that blond man to look after the Logic.

What if he would have done this? What if he would have done that? He wasn't allowed the luxury of thinking back on choices taken, paths chosen. A path not chosen, was a path that never truly existed. Some people would get lost along the way in feelings of regret.

Mema-Ka did not feel it. There were those in the world who regretted being born, the choices they had made, things they had said or not said, to him felt no such thing, because it was something imposed on him in the past. Being brought into this world. What had he to regret in a world that had made most of his decisions for him? No longer. He had broken those chains leaving that lab, his twin brother still were somewhat shackled to it, warped and twisted by it. Believing himself fated to do the things he did because it was in his nature. Perhaps in that regard Zel-Ghin was correct. It was human to be drawn to conflict, how many of those which had partaken in the simulation had felt thrilled or a surge of excitement? Then was he less human? He had felt no joy, no sense of victory in taking down the Cockroach and it's pilot. It was just one step on the stairs up towards his dream. The sooner they would be out of the simulation the better, so he could get to know all the others that were now involved in the project that would shape the future. All of them.

Arrish Duval seemingly had the ambition to be something greater than what he currently were, lunging himself at the chance to prove his worth. A very human thing to do. Mema-Ka wanted to talk more with that one, that man could very well come to be a reliable ally. However he had to shut down his insubordination during a battle, a field commendation should always take priority. Failure to adapt to a changing battlefield would not bode well for anyone. He had to sit down and explain his reasonings later, and see if that man would assist him in opening the door to the future. The Cruxi would likely not hesitate to seize moments when they would present themselves, bickering in the middle of a future battle would be bad for all. If the framewerk program were not the key to ending everything, then what would be? What kind of tech would the Cruxi bring to the table if they could capture such a unit? Now that… would be highly interesting. Even for someone who had very little knowledge of the inner mechanics, they likely possessed tech not available to the Galactic Federation.

...and what would happen if and once they do?

Mema-Ka however would leave all those possibilities for later, for now the simulation was still going on, and he already had made up his mind. He could possibly get to the wreckage of Shiva and the Argo, perhaps one of those frames still could function. However he wasn't fond of gambling, that he had survived the explosion was just good fortune. The Logic was destroyed. The Argent was still out there hiding and likely planning to attack the Horst next, which had gotten itself into some problem.

Mema-Ka pushed the jets on his spacesuit to the maximum to dash through the air towards the closest building to the north to get a better vantage point. The Horst was slightly bent over. This wasn't the time for a knighting ceremony. But it was a good time to do something distracting. The older twin had noticed with his bare eyes the Guinevere just behind the building. If he could distract it, pull it's attention, or better yet pull the Horst's attention to it, that would be good.

'So that's where you've been hiding. Sparks.' Mema-Ka thought as his jet movement got himself closer, and he attempted to grab unto the cockpit hatch of the Guinevere and attempted to open it from the outside, followed by trying to point his [Maser] into the cockpit with a [Free reaction shot] would the other man make any sudden movement or go for his own weapon.

"Did you order takeout? Because here it is. Check." He said in a swift manner, if he could take Sparks out and take the Guinevere in. That would be even better. A date with death either way. Keikaku doori. Just as planned.

[Dash from [Q-17] to [M-19] ]

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

Griff had blinked quickly, the simulation going black for him, and the helmet on his head was being lifted off his head. The blond reached up for it with both his hands.

"No! I can still fight! Get back here!" His voice that of anger and frustration, he knew he could still fight. He had to keep fighting. This couldn't be it. There was no way he could have lost to Minerva again. 'Shiiiiiiit! Fucking shiiiiiiit! Elora!' He mentally lamented and slammed his arms down on the armrests in agitation. He had failed again. AGAIN.

He felt the sweat sliding down his face, his hair and neck.'No... I definitely hit her. She has to have also been.' His widened eyes searched the room for Minerva, spotting her standing close to Aurora. The blond man blew some air through his mouth in a slight relief. At least he had taken her with him. He couldn't have imagined that smug look on her face again. He still had nightmares about the weightlifting incident. He had woken several times during the nights, screaming and sweating before realizing he was in his room at the ship.

His comerades dying in battle was traumatic enough, but having suffered defeat to Minerva at weightlifting had injured him gravely. Had the cosmic gods forsaken him in favor of Minerva? Well, she was pretty so maybe the gods had something for vanity? She also had impressive abs. But his was clearly bigger. He was certain of it. Then again, he had not told Minerva to take off her shirt fully so they could compare. Maybe that was something to do later? But she had now taken him to a draw, despite the mess her frame had been in, and he had felt pity… he had not gone at her fully. At least not with the intend to crush her. It dawned on him that he was partially to blame for the situation he now found himself in. His hesitation and compassion had made him indecisive and had led to his loss.

Griff held out his left hand, palm facing upwards, then he softly slammed his right hand which had been tightened into a fist into it. As if the lights had lit upstairs. But there was also the other feeling, that Minerva had genuinely fought him with all she had left and managed to take him out. That wasn't something he could deny. She was almost like some super soldier of some kind. He felt impressed, but of course he couldn't tell that to her. She might get that awful smug look on her face again. He frowned at the very thought.

Aurora had taken out that big hulking monster Mother Goose, that was impressive, even if she blew herself up doing so. Then his eyes landed on Lucius. 'Huh? Oh! That must be banana-dude! Oh boy... he looks like he could really use some physical training. Not to worry little boy! The Griffman will teach you how to be a man! Fight like a man! Eat like a man! And build muscle like a man... or woman!' Griff nodded to himself, his blue eyes wandering to Jake. "Good job helmet-dude. Come to think of it. Keep the helmet on. It keeps the mystery. Galactic rangers inspired right?" Griff gave a broad grin and made a thumbs up to him, despite how disappointed he were with himself, he had taken out Atty though and Argo. But… he had failed Elora, failed Arrish and more.

His attention span swiftly changed to Stella, Serah, Aurora, Rhylaen and Minerva. Griff did his best to not yell out loud, but he was a fiery person so even when he was trying to keep his voice low, he had that fiery energy in his voice.

"Hey you guys. Good job out there! Nice fireworks Aurora, also not bad Minnie, but we settle this later. This isn't over!" Griff raised his entire right arm into an arm-pump motion, to show off his biceps and issue another challenge. This wasn't over. He had to defeat her. He had to. Then he would be the one having a smug smile. His blue eyes met with Rhylaen's purple, he knew he had to say something about her too.

"Hey. You did good… I mean for an al- I mean… you know…" He began, his eyes finding Minerva momentarily. "I mean for a girl! I mean a really strong girl from some buzzing planet with wings and- shit. You didn't suck okay? Get off my back already. I said you did fine!" He swiftly crossed his arms and muttered to himself. "Uhh... also good job with bashing in Sleepy, robot-lady. Must be good software in you. Whatever that actually means... No offense Aurora! I definitely don't want to piss off your frame, it's packing some real firepower doesn't it? Perhaps I could try it later?" He smiled and allowed the question to float out there for a moment.

"Also what's with the clone over there? He looks like he's lost everything? Hey come on over and stop sulking, bet it didn't go that bad right? Also clones are super cool! Did you know one of the galactic ranger's primary villains is in fact a clone? I know right? " Griff said and waved his hand in a beckoning manner.

"Who are you calling a clone you mongrel? I am not some fake. I am the real thing. The name is Zel-Ghin. Remember it bozo." Zel-Ghin replied in an annoyed tone of voice, he kept himself a slight distance away from the others.

"Not sure what a mongrel is. But sounds fierce. I did mean you of course. Well we shall probably have some steak to celebrate our first virtual scramble. And what's better to celebrate with than scrambled eggs and steak! Also my name is not Bozo, it's Griffith Burnhardt! But you guys can call me Griff! Hey! Scrawny guy! Come over and join us, you too black ranger!" Griff raised his voice abit to motion towards Jake and Lucius to come closer.

"Anyways. Amazing moves out there with Atty! Good fight! Little girl! Uh.. Serah right? I was so tempted to follow and teach you how to fight! Got some good moves! I can teach you some more! Hoooah!" Griff approached and tried to pat and rub Serah on the head, wasn't that what seniors did to kouhai's in the galactic ranger show all the time? He definitely was like the red ranger, the guy who knew how to handle people, was it with words or punching people in the face. He was an upfront guy after all. Just like him. And Serah was like the blue ranger who needed a mentor to learn the secret justice fighting techniques. She clearly had talent with how she had taken out Rhylaen and damaged his mighty Shiva.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Zel-Ghin

Zel-Ghin had met Rhylaen's gaze head on. He didn't like what he saw or heard. The girls back at the academy had been worshipping the ground he walked on the moment he had beaten up the other guys. His urge to kiss Rhylaen diminishing until it had become completely unappealing to him. It was a pity. Both her and the bluehaired girl were eye candy. But seems they were all hard candy. The bluehaired one, Serah seems to have wanted to say something to him aswell. But that old man, Lorenzo and Ritsu had gotten involved and ordered them to keep it down.

'You are one salty old man. You are just sour because you don't get a lolipop. It would probably break your teeth. Whatever. These girls all seem like such a let down. Just coming here has so far been a massive waste of time. I'm annoyed. So very annoyed. My brother is right. Just seeing all of this. Humans are the source of chaos in the world. We are all broken beyond fixing. Or is it a feature of all of us?' Zel-Ghin mused in his head, his focus slightly at the handheld game he was preoccupied with. So far none had taken that from him. But seeing how Ritsu and Lorenzo were in seemingly a sour mood, perhaps that wasn't such a far off possibility.

'...and I am the result of their greed and desire of wanting to kill each other. You made me this way. You cannot put the genie back in the lamp. The jack in the box.. Pretend the monster isn't under the bed, but knowing it is. Fate is a curious thing, to go with the flow and see where the water takes you. A wolf does what a wolf does. Why should I care about anything other than fulfilling the role given to me? My creators had a dream, my brother has a dream. I don't dream. Dreams are for those who are sleeping. I am awake. I have no dreams.' He blew some air through his nose, his eyes wandering from the small gaming device and up to the ongoing simulation.

His brother. His genetic inferior were still in there fighting. What his older brother lacked in raw physical prowess and piloting, he made well up for in other ways. Mema-Ka always liked to talk about destiny. Zel-Ghin had just shook his head at the idea that things were not preordained. That humans had the choice to forge their own future. Hope was such a tease. All the time his brother had spent reading the history of mankind, all the battles, all the philosophies of men and women long dead. Ever since they had left the lab. His brother had been seeking. Looking for the eden, the paradise, the utopia. But there were no such place in this world. In any world. There were no place for War God Zel-Ghin in such a world… conflict was something that existed everywhere. As long as people would exist.

Regardless Zel-Ghin knew he had to follow. Fate was guiding him towards his purpose in life. Whatever, wherever that may be. The younger twin paused his game and slid the console back into his jacket pocket, looking at the simulation in front of him. He was silent and watched the scenes play out in the simulation, various clashes and explosions.

'The blond idiot. You cannot protect anything. To think that woman would go down to someone like you. How absolutely laughable. You deserve one-another. So you think you can protect Elora? I think I will put your power to the test, pilot of the Shiva.'

'That redhaired pretender knight class trying to mutiny. How dare you try order my brother around like that. Know your place. Rebel scum.'

'You would try to taint my framewerk further by merging it with your pathetic no-name grunt? Hmph. I suppose trash belongs with other trash. A fitting punishment for your failure Squid. Perhaps after some encouragement and modifications you will perform better. I don't need you to pull me down to the level of these people... I was made to excel.'

'Seems the Mango squad leader is not so bad after all. Still not my type... where's the fun in that one?'

'That bluehaired guy. What is he playing at now? I know a cheat when I see it.'

'Elora. You forgot the lolipop and my brother seems to have forgotten you. It all comes full circle. I might forgive you for a kiss.'

Zel-Ghin's eyes then wandered away from the simulation and landing on Lucius, to whom he wrinkled his nose at, then moved on to Stella who he let out a slight scoff at when he saw her pick up Serah. The more he watched the other people, the more alone he felt. He also noticed Jake, but wasn't sure what to make of him. He was unreadable to the younger twin. But perhaps it were due to the helmet. Then there were Aurora who had seemingly taken out the robot woman and her big sluggish giant of a framewerk. That framewerk of hers had potential, it had also been the one to take him. No. Not him. Take the squid out. Perhaps he should take it for a ride himself and show her how that thing would be in the right hands. How hard could it be. He was after all made in a lab to fight.

What was taking his brother so long? He had to hurry up, so they could go elsewhere before he would get sick by watching what he could only suspect were some display of friendship. Zel-Ghin held his expression blank. What use were there in having friends? What even did it all mean? He didn't know, these things had happened at the academy between various other cadets. He assumed they were pairing up because they felt they belonged to the same tier on the tierlist.

He had watched them many times from the highest floor of the academy, peering out the window how the other cadets went off in pairs of two or more, sometimes they would be picked up by a vehicle driven by their genetic contributors. Their parents. Parents. Another word which held no meaning to him. He didn't personally know who had given him and his twin their genetic code. Faceless shadows.

Mema-Ka had called one of the scientists "Mother" which had aided them in their escape of the old lab. She had often been present in the background for the various tests, never taking part in applying the contents of the syringes or the other things. He had adopted the same calling for her as his twin, but he still didn't understand the meaning. She had given him a game however. And for that he was thankful, that and assisting them to leave that place. A fateful encounter.

Father? Unknown. Mother? Unknown. Brothers? One known. Friends? None. Games? A few.

Zel-Ghin raised his arm abit and looked at the palm of his hand. Just what was flowing in his veins? Would he ever find out? Following the flow of the river seemed like the only path he could take, and follow his brother wherever he would try to get to. He could hear his words in his mind.

'Zel-Ghin. If you join me in my quest. I will promise you that you will find the answers you seek. It will take some time, but trust me. You will. I cannot do this without you...'

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Mema-Ka

The twin explosions from the south, the Argent surviving and heading east, to the west there was something he could only label as an abomination. A defiling of the dead.

"Be brave, Elora."

'Every melody eventually end... lets make the final note a strong one.' Mema-Ka thought as he dropped the Logic on the ground and then leapt up into the air, using it's inbetween henshin transformation to assume the shape of a jet fighter with legs before flying off at high speed towards the animated Squid frame which was mixed with the Cockroach.

The raptor would begin to assume evasive manuevers as it set it's target on the hybridized frame, using it's [Leaper] to try perform a stomping attack, while moving to [Q-17], and aiming it's [Rocket Anchor] to the Cockroach part of the frame to try prevent it from escaping.

'In order to win, you must be willing to sacrifice everything… to be nothing, nothing is more fitting for the epitaph of this story.'

The green haired man gave a soft smirk, then set his [Attack Drones] to self detonate, opening his cockpit and activating his jetpack to exit his framewerk before the explosion, taking aim with his side-arm [Maser] towards the Cockroach cockpit [Free reaction shot: Maser]. Mema-Ka would give a salute with his free hand towards the hybrid frame.

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Mema-Ka

The last squad command given by Aurora had been to pass leadership unto him and to relocate to position X-27, before the entire simulation felt the impact of a massive explosion to the west of his location. It didn't take Mema-Ka to step into the role passed on, he already knew his plan of action, and it were not to head to X-27, the Horst and what he assumed were the Shiva currently were engaging the Argo from further to the west were both too far off to make it there. But Aurora had likely not known this, and change was a constant on the battlefield.

Arrish Duval. The pilot of the Horst had made it clear that he was assuming leadership of the squad, or what remained of it, seemingly trying to bypass Aurora's command and in doing so illegitimate Mema-Ka's newly assigned role. While Aurora were no doubt emotionally compromised, as far as he knew, both the Logic, the Horst and the Shiva had abandoned their positions to head eastward, leaving her without a proper frontline. All in all. She had performed well in taking out a large section of the grid herself and anyone that no doubt were in that place. Which limited the amount of places the remaining opponents could be holding out.

"Negative!" Mema-Ka replied swiftly over the team comms towards Arrish. "Cadet Duval! You are out of line! You are now under my command! Are you disregarding the line of command? You may proceed to engage the Argent! However do not pursue it into their territory on your own! The Guinevere is still unaccounted for! This is not the time for further folly!" Mema-Ka hurriedly replied and then moved out towards the Argent's direction with Elora on the back. "Logic! Cover me. Horst! Supression fire request approved! Shiva! Proceed north and collect the Logic! If Argo remains at large, lure it into the open field and fire upon it. It no longer have it's primary ranged weaponry and would be forced to get into the open! Logic is designated as second in command, over!"

Mema-Ka set his laserdrones sight at the Argent Wings, the laserdrones were latched on the Raptor and tried to shoot down the Argent. Raptor uses attack drones to try attack the Argent Wings. [Attack Drones]. Four different barrels were better odds at hitting than one after all. He readied a [Free reaction shot] with his [Marker Light] [Damage], ready to shoot down the Argo if it would somehow chase after them, or if another shot would open up. He felt slightly annoyed with Arrish, while he didn't know the man, he couldn't help but feel the man was out to claim some form of glory. Glory wasn't something which could ever be obtained on a battlefield to the older twin.

Raptor uses [Leaper] and moves to [R-23] with Logic Diver on it's back.

Griff

"Nooooo! Aurora! SHIIIIIT!" Griff yelled out as the massive explosion caused the entire simulation to momentarily lag. He saw the Goose and the Sleeping Thunder to vanish in a blast of light. Another comerade lost. This time however he remembered they were still in a simulation, possibly due to the lag he felt reminding him again. But it felt so real. He had failed to protect the Sleeping Thunder and Elora was still in need of his help.

He had spotted and attacked the Argo, he felt a moment of shame, having seized what he considered an opportunity to damage Argo. It made him feel bad. When his desire to support and help his allies, but at the same time his warrior core was yelling at him to honorably fight his opponent one on one. But Elora needed him. Arrish was somewhere aswell yelling out orders. So was that Mema-Ka guy. So they lost one commander and now got two? Griff received two different kind of orders hurled his way, as if he wasn't already abit split on what to do.

"Uhh! Roger that commanders!"

Minerva's Argo were heavily damaged however, and while he would have loved to duel her and get his revenge. It somehow… didn't feel sportsman like to do that now after his sneak attack on her. It just wasn't fair. She was like him. A proud warrior. He had a hard pill to swallow. Finishing her and then following what that Meme-guy was saying. After all Aurora had said he would be the leader? But Arrish was his friend- Oh gods. Was Arrish his friend? But they had not even gotten to the part where they would compare biceps, share a sweaty towel or watch wrestling together or dress up as the Galactic Rangers. Those thoughts would have to wait. Too many thoughts were making things difficult. He quickly made a mental list.

Beat up Minnie. Head north to find Meme-guy and Arrish. Rescue Elora. Then find nerd guy and beat his ass with Elora! Then claim victory and celebrate the simulation good times with all the team and steak! He would do what both commanders said and do everything! After all. He was the Griffman! The man who would somehow pull through!

To strike down Minerva in a manner like this wasn't something he would be proud of. He couldn't even approach her afterwards with a cheeky grin afterwards. A bitter victory if anything. It felt like cheating. He hated doing that. But he hoped his sword would finish the job, a warrior lived by the sword and died by the sword. At least he respected her that much as a warrior to not humiliate her.

"Sorry about this Minnie!" Griff yelled out and swung his [Trillium blade] towards the Argo's already damaged core, then moved further north taking aim with his [Marker Light] [Damage] towards the Argo in case the blade wouldn't do the trick. He however resisted using his shining fingers, as he needed to keep them intact to get Elora. He kept moving north, spotting the incoming Horst and the Raptor at the same time and the Argent Wings ahead.

Griff who was accustomed to multitasking in his framewerk locked on with his [Slag Cannon] at Argent Wings and tried to shoot it down. "It's the big chest lady! Take this you stupid Argent!" Griff yelled out towards Ava, despite her not being able to hear him, and then smiled as he saw the Logic being carried by the Raptor.

"Elora! Elora! I got you! I told you! I'll protect you!" He said in a hopeful happy voice, then readied his [Slag Cannon] again with his [Free Reaction Shot] would Argo prove to still be functioning, or the Argent somehow making it through, or whomever still remained. Griff had not seen his archenemy yet. Sparks. The one man who was not allowed to defeat him under any circumstances. Nerds couldn't beat jocks! Jocks beat nerds! It was the natural order of things! He knew this from his anime wrestling shows. Also.. why did the Logic remind him of a rugby ball? If Elora could leave it and get into the Shiva with him, then he could kick it at someone's face. Also where the hell were Buggyboy?

He used his extra pair of arms that held the shining fingers and tried to take the Logic from the Raptor.

Shiva moving [T-20] -> [S-21] -> [R-22] -> [Q-22]

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Zel-Ghin

"A bounty reward for dealing with that woman. I hate cheaters." Zel-Ghin replied swiftly and with a bit of a snarl as his eyes momentarily set on Rhylaen. His hands slipped into his pockets again after pushing himself off the pillar and approaching the two women. Zel-Ghin pulled out his entire right hand full of lolipops from his jacket pocket. "A few hundred if you count the ones in my room." He gave a slight shrug and put them all back in his jacket, approaching in a laidback if not a bit nonchalant manner.

"Watch eh? What's there to watch anyways? No fun to be had watching my brother play around with a bunch of weaklings. Team apple or team mango. It doesn't really matter. I should have won this. The simulation is clearly broken. There's just no way that I would be taken down by some regular joes. I just hope that they blow up that cocky little kittycat. She needs to be taught a lesson." He blew some air through his mouth and scoffed, then he took out his right arm, pointing his hand and finger at Rhylaen.

"You stole my clear victory from me. I will never forgive you for that. To think someone like you would be able to stop someone like me. What an universal joke. Nak Degalza." He pointed the palm of his hand upwards, giving a slight shrug as he spoke in a condescending tone and huffed.

"You aren't like the rest of these weaklings right, woman? Unless it's all about the framewerk? The Atty is kind of beautiful. Well if the simulation were without errors of any kind, then it's my framewerk that is flawed and useless and deserves to be destroyed. After all. Doesn't failure equal death in a real battle hm? If you are useless you just get thrown away... I guess we'll see once we get there. Bet most of these guys won't make it past the first encounter. But me? I was made for a war like this. I just hope it won't be dull. I will rip these Cruxi into shreds and then whatever other enemy my brother point me towards." He said with a smirk on his lips, taking out his handheld console from his jacket pocket and booting up his videogame, in this case it was to resume his boss battle at the highest difficulty against "Titanmaiden".

Soon enough sounds could be heard of retro-sounding lasers being fired. "Take that you cocky bastard. You are fighting Zel-Ghin. Sorry but I like my women less robot and more short and small. Not with shuttle-sized bumps and cheap gimmicks." He snickered and seemingly momentarily seem to forget about his unfortunate defeat in the simulation.

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Griff & Seven

To the west Griff was blinking and coming to terms what had just happened. There had been a pair of explosions around him.

The enemy had been destroyed? His comerade? Both framewerks had been destroyed, leaving only the Angel Zero behind him which he had not even known were there, it had too gotten caught up in the explosions. Griff felt the sweat all over his face and body and he allowed himself a few breaths.

'Atty? Little... bug thing?' He blinked as he came to the realization the one he had struck had been the Atty and the other one were the Electric Dragonfly.

He tightened his grip on his controls. It wasn't real. Nothing in here was real. He had been caught up in the moment and forgotten. This was all a simulation. None of it had happened. Elora was still okay. All of them were still okay. The blond blew some air through his nose. He had never been in a simulation like this one before, this was unlike the others. It felt more real. Eerily so. With that in mind he gathered his thoughts and moved out, if Elora were still okay, regardless of simulation or not, he was going to get her. Damned be the results.

"Oi! Angel Hero! Zero! Helmet dude! Whatever! I am gonna go get Logic, hold my protein drink and guard Sleepyboy until I come back with victory! ALLRIGHT?! You only need hands and feet to kick ass!" Griff yelled out to Jake, in a manner which was more stressed and forced out, than the cool speeches he knew some wrestlers would do after their victories over their opponents. He wasn't a leader type, but someone had to be on guard duty, and he was himself way to worked up to be sitting still. He was going to get Elora and then they would win and eat something tasty! Just like the plan. Well. His plan. He felt a sense of worry. What if she wasn't into steak? What if she were vegan? No. That was a matter for later. If that was the case he could probably 'fix' her.

But there were likely incoming from the north. That monster. Movement [T-16] -> [T-17] -> [U-17] -> [U-18] and then finally [U-19]. The Shiva took aim for the Mother Goose with it's [Slag Cannon] and it's [Marker Light]. "Godjira my ass! God damn knockoff!" He yelled out and moved further east away from Sleepy and the approaching Goose.

He readied his [Marker Light] to take a [Free Reaction Shot] would Goose somehow come to try flank him, his [Trillium blade] and [Multiform Rod: Spear] would try to hit the passing by Argo if such were possible. Piloting the Shiva always felt like a chore, like a challenge, like lifting a ton. A part of him felt like it might be the death of him.

Meanwhile, Jake droned over the line.

"Cadet Jake here. Orders received Cadet Griff. Be advised: Primary Target Mother Goose but will provide cover fire for Argo."

It was time to start taking some chances after the losses that just took place. For one, his movement. In general, his overall goal was to get to zone "R16" to commece a "double attack" on both the Mother Goose and the Argo if at all possible.

First: Jake launched all of his recon drones and ordered them to follow above him to add to his "awareness" and maybe in some way his "stealth" since his Cloaking Wings were down. Then using the "REAP" system, Angel Zero quickly picked up the Atty's "Plasma Blade" while tossing aside it's "Laser Blade". If he needed a weapon for the Goose's armor, Plasma was better than Laser.

Then, he moved into his assigned zone...and using the "Multiple Fire Control System", he first fired "APFSDS-A" at Argo even if it wasn't within range. But then switched ammo type and then fired "SMOKE" at the Mother Goose to blind the framewerk.

Griff felt a tinge of pride, he was taking command and showing his potential to be like. What was that short guy's name again on a horse? That great short ancient emperor? The one with the fancy hat. Shit. He couldn't remember. Maybe he had a natural knack for leading people, like funneling all the cool people to listen to him? If there were one cool guy on their team, it had to be the mysterious guy with the helmet right? But then Griff felt conflicted. He didn't want Ritsu or the old geezer to know of his latent commandering skills. That way he would be put into officer training, and that was just a layer lower in hell than being a cadet. Hopefully he was safe and some nerdy looking one would get it instead.

He had a bodybuilding tough guy image to uphold after all. Jake was going to target Goose and Argo as well. Everything was coming up Griffman style.

He had regardless replied back to Jake. "Gotcha Jackie! But don't get too close to big ducky! See that hammer? Don't let it hit ya! Sleepy is counting on ya!" He said and then switched to Aurora to give a message to her.

"Oi! Foureyes! What are you doing? Helmet-man is moving up to duckhunt! Move your ass! I wanna see Sleepy roast that duck! Qwack! Qwack! I am gonna go get Elora and then I will show you both some tips of how to work that fat off!" Griff's loud voice yelled into the comms, then gave a wide grin and drew his own arm under his nose.