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"Familiar Two, brace yourself." Was the only warning Thom received as Fox's quiet tenor crackled over the LCS. Having taken careful aim, the young man opened fire from his perch with the Hugo's machine gun. Almost all of the rounds flew harmlessly between the two Grazes, a few punching dents in their opponent’s armor with only one finding it's intended target. But one was enough. Punching clean through the magazine of the Schwalbe's rifle, the impact threw off the gun's aim off... and detonated the ammunition within.

The resulting explosion took the Schwalbe's gun hand with it, while Thom's Graze was blasted with molten shrapnel, leaving visually impressive, but mostly superficial damage on the other human debris' mobile suit. "Familiar Five securing target. Captain, requesting further orders for Familiar Squad." Fox announced calmly, an odd contrast to his Hugo's aggressive movements, the space superiority mobile suit already rocketing into the "fight". Instead of slowing down he merely fired one of the Hugo's anchor claws, catching the golden Schwalbe on the way past and sending them both tumbling through space.

Down an arm, a hand and against a pilot with the Alaya Vijinana System, the Schwalbe Graze's pilot stood little chance in the ensuing melee. Before too long, Fox had the Gjallarhorn mobile suit tangled up in the anchor claw's line, the Hugo's foot mounted claws further pinning his target in place. Leaning in, Fox pressed the barrel of his machine gun against the Schwalbe's vulnerable inner frame through a gap in it's armor. "If you'd like to live, I suggest surrender." The young man advised in his usual emotionless tenor, having activated an open comms channel.
Once they were in open space, Fox said little, having cleared the launch catapult with little fanfare. Now that they had their target in sight and an impromptu battleplan, there was reason for words, if only a few. "Acknowledged. Familiar Five, breaking formation to flank." Came the young man's reply to Martyn's impromptu orders. Accelerating towards their target, Fox leveled the Hugo's 110mm machine gun at the Schwalbe Graze and fired off a couple of short bursts. At this range, the 110m did little more than scatter a couple of dents across the Schwalbe's armor, most of the rounds impacting around their target given the weapon's shorter barrel. Firing another burst as he closed, the wiry pilot considered that to be enough of a distraction and changed tact.

The Hugo smoothly twisted and fired off an anchor claw, connecting with a particularly large piece of debris. Killing his thrusters and locking the claw's line, the much larger mass of the wrecked spaceship abruptly changed the Hugo's direction, swinging the mobile suit in an arc directly towards the debris field proper. "Fox, I swear to god, if you fucking pull another one of your god-damned bloody fucking stunts, I'm going to!-" The Boson roared into the comms. Fox didn't hear the rest of the man's tirade as he disappeared into The Shoals, loosing LCS as he often did when fighting here. He let out soft sigh of relief at the silence, happy to work in peace.

Having pulled back the claw not a moment too soon, the quiet teen spun and twisted the Hugo like a marionette, weaving the nimble mobile suit through the wreckage at anything but safe speeds. With any and all instruments effectively useless here, Fox flew by spatial memory alone. He narrowly juked and dodged around jagged bits of shrapnel, only peripherally aware that a single misstep here would likely be fatal. After a minute or so of seat of the pants flying, Fox settled onto a large piece of ruined ship hull looking "down" on the unfolding battle below. With LCS restored, he spoke up when he heard the comms crackle back to life. "Familiar Five in position."
Maritza Verenna

The morning after, Maritza had found herself in the training courtyard, quarterstaff in hand. At some point since the battle in the crypt the royal armory had seen fit to have the naga's staff returned to her. In spite of her newfound axe being a far more powerful weapon, it felt good to return to her roots. Drawing a large circle on the dusty ground around her with the tip of her staff, Mari settled into a ready position at the center and began.

With slow, deliberate sweeping motions the naga started to spin the staff in figure eights. Switching from hand to hand as it spun, the flanged mace heads on either end of the quarterstaff began to whistle through the air as her movements picked up speed. Below, Maritza's hips and tail moved in counterbalance to the staff; a swaying, shifting mass of olive green scales.

Snapping back into a ready position without warning, she launched into her exercises proper. Tight rapid jabs lashed out in tight clusters before whirling around to parry or snap sweeping blows against would-be opponents. Nor was the rest of her body idle either. Mari's serpentine half twisted and writhed to avoid invisible attacks, her tail occasionally lashing out to trip up a nonexistent enemy.
After they'd finished their last sortie, Fox had fallen into his usual routine; helping Lefty with repairs. Well, it was less "helping" and more handing the older woman tools as she requested them or holding components in place so they could be more easily worked on. A lack of a proper education limited what the wiry teen could do. Still, no mechanic worth their salt turned down an extra pair of reliable hands.

When the battle stations alarm rang out, Fox took a couple of moments to ensure that Lefty's tools were properly secured, knowing full well how badly the crusty mechanic would chew him out if he let any of her precious equipment float off. Ignoring the usual tit for tat between Holly and Lefty, the teen also seemed to pay the Bosun no mind; though those familiar with the boy's mannerisms would notice the slight tensing of his posture and minute tilt of his head as listened to the older man's movements.

"Tools secured. Moving to station." He announced quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the metallic din of the hanger and the blaring alarm.

Not waiting for the Bosun's attention to fall on him, Fox gave the securing for the mechanic's tools one last glance before smoothly flipping himself over the edge of the maintenance platform's handrail. Moving with the grace one gained by growing up in space, the teen coiled like a spring against the platform's rim before launching off towards "his" Hugo. The fancy movements the quiet teen's way of "showing off."

Having pushed off with fair bit more force than necessary, Fox let out a slight grunt as he strained his arm catching the grab handle of the elevated seat of the mobile suit. His momentum arrested, Fox slapped himself into the seat with sleek, deft movements. Connecting the Alaya Vijinana system, the teen quickly brought the mobile suit out of rest mode. With the thrum of systems coming online, the teen jerked from the sudden jarring sensation of the man-machine interface flooding his senses with input. A feral, half-snarl, half-smile pulled at the boy's lips. The fox had his fangs once more.



Alright, gettin' started on this. And Glisk, a thought/small request. Can we keep this to a small group? Between how terrifyingly powerful Gundam Frames can be in the right hands and how few are left; having more than a half-dozen of us seems a bit odd in light of cannon, esp. if we're playing after the show ends.


Works for me. I'll lay claim to the ASW-G-21 Morax. Not sure I'll be able to find a good image, as the one I have in my head is rather... unique. A minotaur Gundam. Larger forward swept bladed horns, a hulking upper body, heavy armor and overclocked/supercharged thrusters to compensate for the added weight.

EDIT:
Though I suppose the Reincar makes for a good close approximation.
Going off of this list on the wiki. Apparently the Seere is just mentioned and shown in silhouette only in the Gekko manga, so there's no real info on it.
Just did some quick digging, this accurate?


crossed out the cannonized ones so we know what's taken.
Fairly serious IBO fan here. Seen the show, but none of the supporting comics, etc. Interest will have to be tentative as I may or may not have the availability to play, depending on a plethora of factors. That said, crafting our own IBO Gundams and getting into all sorts of misadventures sounds like a blast.
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