@Archangel89 Fission Firaga is an Advanced command, not basic. You'll have to tone it down to Fira at most.
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About Half Way into the Battle
The GBN lobby had several monitors hanging about in places, showing live-streamed footage from battles in progress. One of which was the battle featuring a certain quartet of solo players vs a certain Force made up of Dinns. No one really paid the battle much mind, it was just another battle after all. Well, all except for one person. He stood and watched the screen showing that battle, at first with a look of surprise but that look quickly melted into a grin. The guy - his avatar was a guy anyway - looked a slight bit different from your average player avatar. Most players used pilot suits or various uniforms from the series. This particular avatar utilized neither of those. His face and hair appeared to be modeled after the character Chibodee Crocket, although the hair looked to be pure blond rather than the blue and pink dye that the character was known for. He also didn't wear Chibodee's clothes, instead opting for a brown duster, brown cowboy boots and a wide-brimmed, brown cowboy hat.
"Jesse?" the avatar looked away from the battle he was watching at the sound of a familiar voice. He smiled and tipped his hat when he saw an even more familiar looking female avatar. Someone he was good friends with. And someone he wasn't expecting to bump into today. The young woman offered a curious look, "What's so interesting about that battle you're watching?"
"Have and look-see and see for yourself, Miss Yoko." replied the avatar, apparently named Jesse. He sounded distinctly non-Japanese. Rather, he was American - a proud, homegrown Texan to be more specific. As such, his accent was not only American, but also had a certain southern drawl to it that could only be heard in the land of Texas, "I reckon that black Gunpla looks mighty familiar, don't it?"
The other avatar, Yoko, raised an eyebrow and watched the screen for herself. Then she made a nearly audible gasp of surprise, "The Hayabusa? Is that really it?" she squinted her eyes, the black Gunpla was tough to spot in its constant movement and preference for stealth combat. But after a moment there was no doubt. That was the Hayabusa that both she and Jesse knew quite well, "So he's finally decided to log back in again?"
"I reckon so." answered Jesse. Of course, they both knew The Hayabusa wasn't being piloted by its original builder, but rather by the builder's kid brother. They also knew that Takatora hadn't so much as touched any Gunpla since what happened to Kiyotaka six months ago, "Way I figure, that's a pretty good sign I think."
"Don't count on it." Yoko said quickly, and coldly, "The fact that he's using the Hayabusa means he still stuck in the past. When is he going to move on? Build his own Gunpla?"
"Aw, now don't be like that, Yoko." said Jesse, his tone always remaining warm and friendly, "Jus' give him some more time. Takatora'll come around on his own. I know it, and you know it." by then, the battle had ended. With nothing else keeping them there anymore, they exchanged goodbyes and both of them logged off.
After the Battle
When the battle finally ended and the victorious team found itself back in the lobby area, Takatora didn't say much. He certainly seemed to be acting the part of his Avatar... a racoon cloaked like a ninja. The adrenaline high from his finishing move was still wearing off, and that was putting him on edge. The others chatted, but Takatora stood still, looking like he was ready to go into an idle animation at any moment. The girl showing up didn't change things, he still stood in stoic silence.
It wasn't until the name "Taka" was uttered that the racoon avatar finally showed some sign of life. It almost seemed to flinch a bit. Not much, but just barely noticeable. At least, that's what it was the first time around. When it was spoken the second time by Isamu - who then suggested they start a Force - Takatora made for the exit, "I can't. I'm... I have homework or... whatever." he quickly left after giving that flimsy excuse.
"This was a mistake..." he muttered to himself once he thought he was alone, "...what am I doing here? What am I even trying to accomplish with this?"
The GBN lobby had several monitors hanging about in places, showing live-streamed footage from battles in progress. One of which was the battle featuring a certain quartet of solo players vs a certain Force made up of Dinns. No one really paid the battle much mind, it was just another battle after all. Well, all except for one person. He stood and watched the screen showing that battle, at first with a look of surprise but that look quickly melted into a grin. The guy - his avatar was a guy anyway - looked a slight bit different from your average player avatar. Most players used pilot suits or various uniforms from the series. This particular avatar utilized neither of those. His face and hair appeared to be modeled after the character Chibodee Crocket, although the hair looked to be pure blond rather than the blue and pink dye that the character was known for. He also didn't wear Chibodee's clothes, instead opting for a brown duster, brown cowboy boots and a wide-brimmed, brown cowboy hat.
"Jesse?" the avatar looked away from the battle he was watching at the sound of a familiar voice. He smiled and tipped his hat when he saw an even more familiar looking female avatar. Someone he was good friends with. And someone he wasn't expecting to bump into today. The young woman offered a curious look, "What's so interesting about that battle you're watching?"
"Have and look-see and see for yourself, Miss Yoko." replied the avatar, apparently named Jesse. He sounded distinctly non-Japanese. Rather, he was American - a proud, homegrown Texan to be more specific. As such, his accent was not only American, but also had a certain southern drawl to it that could only be heard in the land of Texas, "I reckon that black Gunpla looks mighty familiar, don't it?"
The other avatar, Yoko, raised an eyebrow and watched the screen for herself. Then she made a nearly audible gasp of surprise, "The Hayabusa? Is that really it?" she squinted her eyes, the black Gunpla was tough to spot in its constant movement and preference for stealth combat. But after a moment there was no doubt. That was the Hayabusa that both she and Jesse knew quite well, "So he's finally decided to log back in again?"
"I reckon so." answered Jesse. Of course, they both knew The Hayabusa wasn't being piloted by its original builder, but rather by the builder's kid brother. They also knew that Takatora hadn't so much as touched any Gunpla since what happened to Kiyotaka six months ago, "Way I figure, that's a pretty good sign I think."
"Don't count on it." Yoko said quickly, and coldly, "The fact that he's using the Hayabusa means he still stuck in the past. When is he going to move on? Build his own Gunpla?"
"Aw, now don't be like that, Yoko." said Jesse, his tone always remaining warm and friendly, "Jus' give him some more time. Takatora'll come around on his own. I know it, and you know it." by then, the battle had ended. With nothing else keeping them there anymore, they exchanged goodbyes and both of them logged off.
After the Battle
When the battle finally ended and the victorious team found itself back in the lobby area, Takatora didn't say much. He certainly seemed to be acting the part of his Avatar... a racoon cloaked like a ninja. The adrenaline high from his finishing move was still wearing off, and that was putting him on edge. The others chatted, but Takatora stood still, looking like he was ready to go into an idle animation at any moment. The girl showing up didn't change things, he still stood in stoic silence.
It wasn't until the name "Taka" was uttered that the racoon avatar finally showed some sign of life. It almost seemed to flinch a bit. Not much, but just barely noticeable. At least, that's what it was the first time around. When it was spoken the second time by Isamu - who then suggested they start a Force - Takatora made for the exit, "I can't. I'm... I have homework or... whatever." he quickly left after giving that flimsy excuse.
"This was a mistake..." he muttered to himself once he thought he was alone, "...what am I doing here? What am I even trying to accomplish with this?"
Did I give my Gunpla too few weapons? Starting to kind of feel like it.
"Gah! When did he set all this up?" The silver Dinn got slammed by another tree log being hurled at it via some catapult set up from nearby. This was the second or third trap he had managed to trigger and now he was honestly beginning to wonder how many more would be peppered throughout this forest. All the while, energy shurikens pelted him from what seemed like random directions. The black Gunpla was constantly on the move, somehow able to mask its movements despite being a large machine. As before, the Shurikens did little actual damage. They were more for the annoyance factor than anything. Whatever it took to frustrate the target and get them to start slipping up and making mistakes.
"Whoa!!!" the silver Dinn's pilot had suddenly yelled in surprised when he found himself falling. His opponent had actually manage to set up a Gunpla-sized pitfall trap and he had fallen right in. The sharpened logs acting as spikes actually did do real damage to the Dinn, but not enough to be lethal. If he didn't know better, the pilot would swear that the Black Gunpla was just toying with him, "Why you... nobody toys with me!" at this point the pilot was switched to open comms in the hopes of intimidating his opponent.
Takatora, in his Hayabusa, waited quietly and listened as his opponent shouted in frustration. Good, his traps were doing their work. But then he heard something else.
"Guuyyys, powerful beam blast coming!"
That voice belonged to one of the players Takatora had been teamed up with. It sounded like they had hit a snag, or maybe the enemy team leader had another trick up his sleeve. Either way, Takatora made a quick decision and altered his heading. He was heading for the coast. By now, the Silver Dinn had escaped the pit and spotted Takatora and was now in hot pursuit, "Oh no you don't!" Takatora could hear the pilot say on open comms. He sounded mad as a hornet. Good, that would make it that much easier to manipulate his movements.
The White Dinn had already fired his weapon by the time the black Gunpla came bursting out of the forest. Now was when Takatora finally got a look at the massive beam weapon it had mounted on the shoulder. He paused momentarily to sheathe the red Katana. The White Dinn seemed to notice and trained the weapon on Takatora. Need to time this right. Takatora thought to himself as he heard the Silver Dinn approaching fast from behind. No way they noticed their comrade's weapon yet, not while their visuals were still obstructed by the forest trees. It took what felt like a long moment for the beam to charge, and that was when Takatora hit his boosters and shot straight up at full throttle.
The beam fired straight and forward, far too late and too slow for the pilot to adjust the aim. Unfortunately, that meant his shot ended up hitting his teammate dead on, and that was certainly more enough to vaporize the poor guy. Assuming the White Dinn was the only one left, the black Gunpla reached a metal hand to its back and grasped the hilt of its weapon. It drew, not the katana, but the large sword with it's wide blade. With its weight, the Dragon Buster was normally a slower weapon to attack with. But the Hayabusa was already airborne and could use gravity to give the blade all the speed and momentum it needed to come crashing down and hopefully cleave right through the White Dinn and its massive beam weapon. The force of the swing even sent out a small shockwave that sent waves and ripples out into the sea. Clearly the Hayabusa was a powerful Gunpla. But anyone with even a slight eye for detail could instantly tell that its pilot was not bringing out the machine's full potential. In fact it could be argued that he was actually holding it back from being as powerful as it could be.
"Whoa!!!" the silver Dinn's pilot had suddenly yelled in surprised when he found himself falling. His opponent had actually manage to set up a Gunpla-sized pitfall trap and he had fallen right in. The sharpened logs acting as spikes actually did do real damage to the Dinn, but not enough to be lethal. If he didn't know better, the pilot would swear that the Black Gunpla was just toying with him, "Why you... nobody toys with me!" at this point the pilot was switched to open comms in the hopes of intimidating his opponent.
Takatora, in his Hayabusa, waited quietly and listened as his opponent shouted in frustration. Good, his traps were doing their work. But then he heard something else.
"Guuyyys, powerful beam blast coming!"
That voice belonged to one of the players Takatora had been teamed up with. It sounded like they had hit a snag, or maybe the enemy team leader had another trick up his sleeve. Either way, Takatora made a quick decision and altered his heading. He was heading for the coast. By now, the Silver Dinn had escaped the pit and spotted Takatora and was now in hot pursuit, "Oh no you don't!" Takatora could hear the pilot say on open comms. He sounded mad as a hornet. Good, that would make it that much easier to manipulate his movements.
The White Dinn had already fired his weapon by the time the black Gunpla came bursting out of the forest. Now was when Takatora finally got a look at the massive beam weapon it had mounted on the shoulder. He paused momentarily to sheathe the red Katana. The White Dinn seemed to notice and trained the weapon on Takatora. Need to time this right. Takatora thought to himself as he heard the Silver Dinn approaching fast from behind. No way they noticed their comrade's weapon yet, not while their visuals were still obstructed by the forest trees. It took what felt like a long moment for the beam to charge, and that was when Takatora hit his boosters and shot straight up at full throttle.
The beam fired straight and forward, far too late and too slow for the pilot to adjust the aim. Unfortunately, that meant his shot ended up hitting his teammate dead on, and that was certainly more enough to vaporize the poor guy. Assuming the White Dinn was the only one left, the black Gunpla reached a metal hand to its back and grasped the hilt of its weapon. It drew, not the katana, but the large sword with it's wide blade. With its weight, the Dragon Buster was normally a slower weapon to attack with. But the Hayabusa was already airborne and could use gravity to give the blade all the speed and momentum it needed to come crashing down and hopefully cleave right through the White Dinn and its massive beam weapon. The force of the swing even sent out a small shockwave that sent waves and ripples out into the sea. Clearly the Hayabusa was a powerful Gunpla. But anyone with even a slight eye for detail could instantly tell that its pilot was not bringing out the machine's full potential. In fact it could be argued that he was actually holding it back from being as powerful as it could be.
@Renny Weren't you planning to post?
"Feeble?" Peckmon retorted once his clash with Malidramon's claws had concluded, "That's rich, coming from the Digimon who waited until we were tired and exhausted before attacking. And yet we're still holding our own. So who's really the feeble one here?" he was trying to keep Maildramon's attention on him, but it didn't seem to work. Even less so when an extremely familiar-looking attack came out of nowhere and hit Maildramon, "No way!" Peckmon recognized the attack, and he knew Raven would as well.
Speaking of Raven, the masked thief watched in stunned silence as the familiar barrage of Lion-head projectiles pelted Maildramon, "Is it...?" Raven's voice trailed. Whatever persona he was wearing up until now had temporarily washed away. Kaitou looked around hurriedly. Could it be...? Could she really be...? But his shoulders quickly sagged with disappointment. He didn't see her anywhere. And why would he? She was gone, and he'd accepted that fact long ago. But Maildramon's attention was now firmly on Leomon. And that Lightning Spear attack was no joke. So Raven clutched his Digivice and silently conveyed a plan to Peckmon who nodded in agreement.
Then, of all things, Peckmon... reverted? Yes, he reverted back to Falcomon, though not before using his speed as Peckmon to position himself next to Leomon. But like always, there was a method to this apparent madness. Falcomon had something that Peckmon didn't have, and that something would Leomon the means of avoiding the brunt of the Lightning Spear, "Shadow Screen!" Falcomon suddenly declared. He used his digital ninjutsu, but not to create illusions of himself. Instead the illusions were of Leomon. That would give the Champion adequate means to avoid the Lightning Spear for the most part. It also meant he could potentially catch Maildramon off guard with at least one of his next attacks. Falcomon and Raven could only hope that Leomon wouldn't waste it.
Speaking of Raven, the masked thief watched in stunned silence as the familiar barrage of Lion-head projectiles pelted Maildramon, "Is it...?" Raven's voice trailed. Whatever persona he was wearing up until now had temporarily washed away. Kaitou looked around hurriedly. Could it be...? Could she really be...? But his shoulders quickly sagged with disappointment. He didn't see her anywhere. And why would he? She was gone, and he'd accepted that fact long ago. But Maildramon's attention was now firmly on Leomon. And that Lightning Spear attack was no joke. So Raven clutched his Digivice and silently conveyed a plan to Peckmon who nodded in agreement.
Then, of all things, Peckmon... reverted? Yes, he reverted back to Falcomon, though not before using his speed as Peckmon to position himself next to Leomon. But like always, there was a method to this apparent madness. Falcomon had something that Peckmon didn't have, and that something would Leomon the means of avoiding the brunt of the Lightning Spear, "Shadow Screen!" Falcomon suddenly declared. He used his digital ninjutsu, but not to create illusions of himself. Instead the illusions were of Leomon. That would give the Champion adequate means to avoid the Lightning Spear for the most part. It also meant he could potentially catch Maildramon off guard with at least one of his next attacks. Falcomon and Raven could only hope that Leomon wouldn't waste it.
Ever since the battle's start, the third of the trio of solo players kept himself well hidden. A team of Dinn's trying to keep their opponent at a distance to utilize ranged combat was not the optimal scenario for this player in-particular. His jet black MG-Astray was optimized for almost constant close range combat, it's main weapons meant for slicing his opponent up into plastic chunks. That Gunpla currently lay in wait, camping out on the largest island and simply waited for an opportunity to launch an ambush. It wasn't the most glamorous strategy in the world, but it was an effective one. Pick out the most likely looking area and then camp there early on in order to set things up to be in your own favor.
This would be a lot easier if I had teammates who could tank hits and keep the enemy focused on them. Oh well.
Takatora's randomly assigned teammates were at least performing the way he needed. The setup could probably stand to be more optimized, but for the longest time he had almost complete free reign to move as he pleased throughout the largest island. This gave him a vast amount of options for preparing his attack. While his Gunpla wasn't equipped with explosive traps or mines, that didn't stop its pilot from being able to use the island's own environment to set up makeshift traps and distractions for anyone who came there. Vines used in place of rope or tripwires. Traps involving swinging logs, rocks flung via a primitive catapult system, and at least one pit trap complete with sharpened logs protruding from the bottom to act as spikes. These things may not be entirely deadly to Gunpla, but they would probably at least slow them down and - most importantly - keep the pilots distracted.
Soon enough two of the Dinns began heading toward the island. One of them looked more customized than the others, and to Takatora this may as well have been a neon sign that informed him of who the leader was. This made him the priority target. A Force's leader was the one who called the shots, altered plans and strategies on the fly during battles in progress. If they were suddenly eliminated, the remaining pilots would be put into confusion, if only temporarily. Still, such a moment of vulnerability would give this randomly selected team the chance it needed to end things in one last fell swoop. Takatora waited for the two Dinns to actually land before he made any kind of move.
Without any kind of warning, a handful of small stars made of particle energy flew out from the forest of the island. They were by no means deadly weapons. Throwing stars on their own were not effective enough to eliminate an enemy. They were, however, the perfect tools for making an opponent look one way so that the thrower could position himself elsewhere to launch a surprise attack. The stars did their job. They did minimal damage to the enemy Gunpla, who had mostly blocked them with their shields. But it got them looking in the direction Takatora wanted. From there he swung around and flew out to strike at their backs. His red Dragon Sword drawn and seemingly pulsing with electricity as the pitch black Hayabusa flew right in between the two Dinns and slicing them with the blade. The attack was not particularly strong, it wasn't supposed to be. Like the stars, it was just a means to an end. This time the end was to send a message, to make sure his opponents knew that he could strike them from any direction at will. Takatora didn't stick around and instead boosted back toward the interior of the island. If the Dinns wanted any kind of payback, then they would have no choice but to pursue into Takatora's zone full of traps and trickery.
This would be a lot easier if I had teammates who could tank hits and keep the enemy focused on them. Oh well.
Takatora's randomly assigned teammates were at least performing the way he needed. The setup could probably stand to be more optimized, but for the longest time he had almost complete free reign to move as he pleased throughout the largest island. This gave him a vast amount of options for preparing his attack. While his Gunpla wasn't equipped with explosive traps or mines, that didn't stop its pilot from being able to use the island's own environment to set up makeshift traps and distractions for anyone who came there. Vines used in place of rope or tripwires. Traps involving swinging logs, rocks flung via a primitive catapult system, and at least one pit trap complete with sharpened logs protruding from the bottom to act as spikes. These things may not be entirely deadly to Gunpla, but they would probably at least slow them down and - most importantly - keep the pilots distracted.
Soon enough two of the Dinns began heading toward the island. One of them looked more customized than the others, and to Takatora this may as well have been a neon sign that informed him of who the leader was. This made him the priority target. A Force's leader was the one who called the shots, altered plans and strategies on the fly during battles in progress. If they were suddenly eliminated, the remaining pilots would be put into confusion, if only temporarily. Still, such a moment of vulnerability would give this randomly selected team the chance it needed to end things in one last fell swoop. Takatora waited for the two Dinns to actually land before he made any kind of move.
Without any kind of warning, a handful of small stars made of particle energy flew out from the forest of the island. They were by no means deadly weapons. Throwing stars on their own were not effective enough to eliminate an enemy. They were, however, the perfect tools for making an opponent look one way so that the thrower could position himself elsewhere to launch a surprise attack. The stars did their job. They did minimal damage to the enemy Gunpla, who had mostly blocked them with their shields. But it got them looking in the direction Takatora wanted. From there he swung around and flew out to strike at their backs. His red Dragon Sword drawn and seemingly pulsing with electricity as the pitch black Hayabusa flew right in between the two Dinns and slicing them with the blade. The attack was not particularly strong, it wasn't supposed to be. Like the stars, it was just a means to an end. This time the end was to send a message, to make sure his opponents knew that he could strike them from any direction at will. Takatora didn't stick around and instead boosted back toward the interior of the island. If the Dinns wanted any kind of payback, then they would have no choice but to pursue into Takatora's zone full of traps and trickery.
Wtf why is everyone suddenly ganging up on Peckmon? That's the last time I come back to save your ungrateful asses.
@Renny Were the Leader and Darklink the ones who went to the island or where those two other Dinns?
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