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It was his fault.
Like a record stuck on repeat, that phrase alone reverberated in his mind to no foreseeable end. In reality, he only shared a portion of the blame, as it was divided evenly among every member in the cohesive unit. That was the point of a team. If somebody fucked up, then by this theorem, they all had fucked up. But it wasn’t this unspoken rule of thumb that currently plagued the young adult’s conscience. It was more personal, emotional really, something that a soldier is always told not to fall victim to, but is seemingly always susceptible to. So when four lives had fallen over the course of losing tides, the feeling was more than numbing. His bunkmate, Darren “Thorn” Yinyues, as much a close friend as he was a valiant soldier, had as the guy would always put it, “Kicked the can.” Yet when Erwin “Halcyon” Freund attempted to equate death to such a scant arrangement of words, he just couldn’t find it in him to do that much. The other three had been quite dear to the twenty year old as well, especially when he was assigned to 3rd MAS at such an unripe age. They were good people, unyielding when all hope seemed lost. They would very much rather go on fighting than cower behind an aimlessly floating rock in space.
And Erwin would do just that.
Breaking free of his momentary muse, he processed the familiar voices fed directly into his ears and digested the information they carried. With a quick glance over to one of the holographic screens to his left, he confirmed that stealth drive was still operating in optimal condition, despite the extensive usage it’s seen throughout this battle. The Zeitgeist was currently hiding behind an asteroid large enough to conceal the MAS’s entire profile. With its back to the gray matter, the mech cautiously made a one-eighty and gripped tightly to lift its head just over the smoothened edge. All at once, his HUD exploded with data, courtesy of Web. The formation of eight Ferir II’s, each of which had now been bracketed and analyzed to a proficient length, were now on a direct course for the 3rd. On top of that, they were completely unaware of the team’s skill and the MAS that lied in wait to their side. Numbers declined at an exponential rate as the Coalition forces progressed closer and closer to the blockade that is the 3rd squadron.
The veteran longarm, Web, was the first to sink teeth into the enemy units. The young adult winced at the far off explosion that took up a sizable amount of his frontal display. He calmly watched as the ruby brackets that bordered the Ferir II dulled to black, a lucid sign that the target had been dealt with. The unaccounted attack propagated disorder in the assailing element, or more likely, they were responding to the wakeup call, the revelation that they were dealing with more than competent opponents.
Give them hell. The pilot cursed mentally as he took a step out of his kind-hearted character. With the Ferirs now veering off in separate directions, it was time for Erwin to draw enemy attention away from his comrade and give the Coalition another variable to deal with. With a deft press to the control board that rested at level with his stomach, the MAS’s power consumption gradually raised in the shift from stagnant to attack mode. Out of the corner of his right eye, the pilot noted the array of info and graphs that filled another screen, all practically simplified the routine processes of the Zeitgeist’s systems. His frontal display fixated on the closest Ferir, which appeared to have been in the midst of executing a flank on his team. Thus, it had split off from the pack, acting as it would prove to be a pivotal asset to the turnout of the skirmish. Unfortunately, the Coalition pilot maneuvering the MAS thought wrong.
”T-This is Halcyon! Going specter!” A childish voice well behind a few years of its age managed to announce over the battlenet, despite the distinct stammering and angst that riddled it. Just before he gave the asteroid a little bit of elbow grease, Erwin reached for one of the switches before him. A faint hum he had grown accustomed to worked its way into his ears, meanwhile a clock counting down popped up in the upper-left corner of his HUD. At the moment, the Light MAS operator had approximately six minutes before the active camouflage generator would begin to churn through his remaining power like crazy. Another holographic screen popped up to his side to display the heat emissions given off by the drive.
The Zeitgeist banked to the side as it pushed off from the asteroid as lightly as possible for a thirty foot tall machine of metal. The MAS’s right arm readied the ZEN-SMG “Splinter” now freed from its thigh’s mag-lock. Erwin tossed his gaze to the ammo counter, which caused him to uneasily shift in his seat at the remainder of his ammunition. He wrapped his fingers tightly around the Zeitgeist’s control stick and eased it forward, sending the mech barreling towards the flanking Coalition unit. Before the enemy pilot could react to the sudden increase in heat the Ferir’s sensors surely detected, a dagger drawn mid-flight wedged its way between the swivelled head and the main body. Erwin gritted his teeth as he burrowed the blade deeper into the far bulkier mech. With the distance now closed and his opponent ensnared, the pilot made sure to stay out of the Ferir’s reach and line of fire, which was now blindly shooting in hopes that the shells would somehow whizz around and save the mech. The Zeitgeist’s free hand raised the Splinter and aimed its barrel into the cleft that the Acheron had created. Erwin held his breath while he squeezed the trigger five times, sending a two-round burst with each pull directly into the chassis.
The now visible Zeitgeist managed to kick off the lifeless casket just before another Ferir sent a volley of rounds Erwin's way. He veered hard to the side and pulled off from the open space, evading rounds as he raced his way back to his group. ”Got one on my six, leading him y’all’s- wah, I mean your way!” The young adult cried into the battlenet at the fact that his dialect had accidentally surfaced, all the while he nonchalantly weaved his way around oncoming fire from his aft, in spite of the state of embarrassment he was in. During his strafe, Erwin fired two more bursts in the general direction of the other Ferirs, sending four streaks of yellow light into space. If it wasn’t for the high speed the Zeitgeist sported, he would have surely been torn to mince meat at this juncture. The MAS flew back towards friendly forces with an enemy still in tow.
Like a record stuck on repeat, that phrase alone reverberated in his mind to no foreseeable end. In reality, he only shared a portion of the blame, as it was divided evenly among every member in the cohesive unit. That was the point of a team. If somebody fucked up, then by this theorem, they all had fucked up. But it wasn’t this unspoken rule of thumb that currently plagued the young adult’s conscience. It was more personal, emotional really, something that a soldier is always told not to fall victim to, but is seemingly always susceptible to. So when four lives had fallen over the course of losing tides, the feeling was more than numbing. His bunkmate, Darren “Thorn” Yinyues, as much a close friend as he was a valiant soldier, had as the guy would always put it, “Kicked the can.” Yet when Erwin “Halcyon” Freund attempted to equate death to such a scant arrangement of words, he just couldn’t find it in him to do that much. The other three had been quite dear to the twenty year old as well, especially when he was assigned to 3rd MAS at such an unripe age. They were good people, unyielding when all hope seemed lost. They would very much rather go on fighting than cower behind an aimlessly floating rock in space.
And Erwin would do just that.
Breaking free of his momentary muse, he processed the familiar voices fed directly into his ears and digested the information they carried. With a quick glance over to one of the holographic screens to his left, he confirmed that stealth drive was still operating in optimal condition, despite the extensive usage it’s seen throughout this battle. The Zeitgeist was currently hiding behind an asteroid large enough to conceal the MAS’s entire profile. With its back to the gray matter, the mech cautiously made a one-eighty and gripped tightly to lift its head just over the smoothened edge. All at once, his HUD exploded with data, courtesy of Web. The formation of eight Ferir II’s, each of which had now been bracketed and analyzed to a proficient length, were now on a direct course for the 3rd. On top of that, they were completely unaware of the team’s skill and the MAS that lied in wait to their side. Numbers declined at an exponential rate as the Coalition forces progressed closer and closer to the blockade that is the 3rd squadron.
The veteran longarm, Web, was the first to sink teeth into the enemy units. The young adult winced at the far off explosion that took up a sizable amount of his frontal display. He calmly watched as the ruby brackets that bordered the Ferir II dulled to black, a lucid sign that the target had been dealt with. The unaccounted attack propagated disorder in the assailing element, or more likely, they were responding to the wakeup call, the revelation that they were dealing with more than competent opponents.
Give them hell. The pilot cursed mentally as he took a step out of his kind-hearted character. With the Ferirs now veering off in separate directions, it was time for Erwin to draw enemy attention away from his comrade and give the Coalition another variable to deal with. With a deft press to the control board that rested at level with his stomach, the MAS’s power consumption gradually raised in the shift from stagnant to attack mode. Out of the corner of his right eye, the pilot noted the array of info and graphs that filled another screen, all practically simplified the routine processes of the Zeitgeist’s systems. His frontal display fixated on the closest Ferir, which appeared to have been in the midst of executing a flank on his team. Thus, it had split off from the pack, acting as it would prove to be a pivotal asset to the turnout of the skirmish. Unfortunately, the Coalition pilot maneuvering the MAS thought wrong.
”T-This is Halcyon! Going specter!” A childish voice well behind a few years of its age managed to announce over the battlenet, despite the distinct stammering and angst that riddled it. Just before he gave the asteroid a little bit of elbow grease, Erwin reached for one of the switches before him. A faint hum he had grown accustomed to worked its way into his ears, meanwhile a clock counting down popped up in the upper-left corner of his HUD. At the moment, the Light MAS operator had approximately six minutes before the active camouflage generator would begin to churn through his remaining power like crazy. Another holographic screen popped up to his side to display the heat emissions given off by the drive.
The Zeitgeist banked to the side as it pushed off from the asteroid as lightly as possible for a thirty foot tall machine of metal. The MAS’s right arm readied the ZEN-SMG “Splinter” now freed from its thigh’s mag-lock. Erwin tossed his gaze to the ammo counter, which caused him to uneasily shift in his seat at the remainder of his ammunition. He wrapped his fingers tightly around the Zeitgeist’s control stick and eased it forward, sending the mech barreling towards the flanking Coalition unit. Before the enemy pilot could react to the sudden increase in heat the Ferir’s sensors surely detected, a dagger drawn mid-flight wedged its way between the swivelled head and the main body. Erwin gritted his teeth as he burrowed the blade deeper into the far bulkier mech. With the distance now closed and his opponent ensnared, the pilot made sure to stay out of the Ferir’s reach and line of fire, which was now blindly shooting in hopes that the shells would somehow whizz around and save the mech. The Zeitgeist’s free hand raised the Splinter and aimed its barrel into the cleft that the Acheron had created. Erwin held his breath while he squeezed the trigger five times, sending a two-round burst with each pull directly into the chassis.
The now visible Zeitgeist managed to kick off the lifeless casket just before another Ferir sent a volley of rounds Erwin's way. He veered hard to the side and pulled off from the open space, evading rounds as he raced his way back to his group. ”Got one on my six, leading him y’all’s- wah, I mean your way!” The young adult cried into the battlenet at the fact that his dialect had accidentally surfaced, all the while he nonchalantly weaved his way around oncoming fire from his aft, in spite of the state of embarrassment he was in. During his strafe, Erwin fired two more bursts in the general direction of the other Ferirs, sending four streaks of yellow light into space. If it wasn’t for the high speed the Zeitgeist sported, he would have surely been torn to mince meat at this juncture. The MAS flew back towards friendly forces with an enemy still in tow.
@Hexaflexagon"Just go swish swish stab, it's a sword dude, not a fighter jet" -Tucker.
Yeah, I assumed as much, thanks for the assurance! My post is done, just gotta wait for google drive to save. Currently out of the house, but I should be able to post when I get to my friend's.
@PrincessOfNothing Thanks for the welcome!
Yeah, I assumed as much, thanks for the assurance! My post is done, just gotta wait for google drive to save. Currently out of the house, but I should be able to post when I get to my friend's.
@PrincessOfNothing Thanks for the welcome!
@vietmykeWould a dagger be able to permeate the joints comprising a Ferir II's neck given enough build-up speed and force?
@vietmykeJust read over the post, really enjoyed it. Can't wait for all of Tommy's lines in the future (presuming he makes it through the next couple posts). 2 am here, so I'mma crash.
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Read the IC?
Kyaaa, don't read Ari's inner thoughts
"So, if I have an additional shot of espresso after providing adequate time for digestion, does that add on an effect or multiply it?"
Like the sound of that, the Solace would definitely be a sight for sore eyes. Can't wait to start writing. In the meantime, gonna read through the IC and chillax to anime.
Wonder if the 3rd MAS would have sustained any losses during the events of the battle? Would definitely put the surviving members through a fair amount of grief.
@KuramaaaZKOUHAI IS BAAAAAAAAACK -ROLLS-
Finally posted! Time to Overwatch 'cause it's high noon hahahahahahahhahagenericjoke2k16 -shot-
Finally posted! Time to Overwatch 'cause it's high noon hahahahahahahhahagenericjoke2k16 -shot-
Zephyr filled his lungs the moment they hit the surface, savoring the fresh atmosphere that heavily contrasted with the stale and stagnant air below. Although the underground practically crawled with darkness until magma made things a little hot, there was a constricting feeling in those catacombs that just didn’t sit well with. He’d very much rather bask in light that has to make an effort to crawl across the sky rather than reside in the ever present darkness. Which, sounded odd coming from an individual of his bearing, but it was just how he honestly felt. Even though the Light was essentially his antipodal in this world, its natural brilliance created a perfect environment to read in.
If that vacant expression had the ability to alter itself, then a light smile would have tugged at the corners of the brunet’s mouth. His classmate was versed, but the boy still retained memories of his parents and knew full well they wouldn’t christen their child after a deity. Actually, in Greek mythos, the embodiment of the West Winds was explicitly written as Zephyros, while his Roman counterpart was known as Zephyrus or Favonius. Instead of correcting Luke, Zephyr decided to give him brownie points for being close enough. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to transport Psyche to Cupid’s palace anytime soon.
Zephyr lethargically nodded in accord with Luke’s statement. The people here were oddly accepting- embracing even. But given adequate time for rumors to float about, and surely there would be mentalities filled with derision and animosity. The boy jumped at the sneeze that forced him out of his muse, abruptly so. He had been listening so intently that he didn’t notice their arrival at the pools. All at once the spectacle was absorbed and burned into his conscience. Why was this academy so scenic? He mentally queried not in skepticism, but in hopes that many more sights awaited him. After all, being the blank canvas, it was the external world’s job to influence him and flesh out the colors he lacked. Engrossed with taking in the expanse, Zephyr lagged behind Luke a few good steps as he autonomously followed the sound of his classmate’s feet. There was also something else that lead him forwards. A hum that reverberated with power, like the ebbs and flow of water. Unsurprisingly, it was just that. Water. He scrutinized the commonplace pools as he speculated as to why they were so special. The sensation probably skyrocketed once somebody plunged into its depths. Right now, the darkness user merely stood in the splash zone, only exposed to a fraction of the pools’ energy.
The boy looked over to his side and eyed the rock that casted a sizable shadow. Not even a full day prior, and a stone that size had been lobbed at his classmate Vlad, only to be turned into a seat. After deciding that was where he would rest, he calmly shifted his attention back to Luke, and so it seems, in a state of undress.
”Oh.”
For a moment, he mulled over whether he should turn the orb into a projectile just a step short of a bullet, since it seemed that Luke had gotten a screw loose. But instead, an even more puzzling revelation surfaced from beneath the waves of confusion.
Water users needed to disrobe before using their abilities! It all made sense now!
”As if.” Zephyr concluded it was for optimal connection with the element. The boy took a seat near the water’s edge and spectated as Luke repeated the process that comprised his training. Meanwhile, the darkness user played around with the orb to pass the time. He wasn’t sure if Kano was aware of the fact that he was already wield his ability to an extent undisplayed to others, but controlling the collective darkness from an entire room was a fair challenge. Soon, he was on his back, with his gaze focused on the orb flying from one end of his vision to the other.
Wait, how long was it until afternoon classes? Zephyr would have to warn his classmate well in advance, and did the guy even pack anything to dry himself off with. The soothing blades of grass he rested on weaved their way into his hair, sneakily bypassing the boy’s attention.
@Inertia
If that vacant expression had the ability to alter itself, then a light smile would have tugged at the corners of the brunet’s mouth. His classmate was versed, but the boy still retained memories of his parents and knew full well they wouldn’t christen their child after a deity. Actually, in Greek mythos, the embodiment of the West Winds was explicitly written as Zephyros, while his Roman counterpart was known as Zephyrus or Favonius. Instead of correcting Luke, Zephyr decided to give him brownie points for being close enough. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to transport Psyche to Cupid’s palace anytime soon.
Zephyr lethargically nodded in accord with Luke’s statement. The people here were oddly accepting- embracing even. But given adequate time for rumors to float about, and surely there would be mentalities filled with derision and animosity. The boy jumped at the sneeze that forced him out of his muse, abruptly so. He had been listening so intently that he didn’t notice their arrival at the pools. All at once the spectacle was absorbed and burned into his conscience. Why was this academy so scenic? He mentally queried not in skepticism, but in hopes that many more sights awaited him. After all, being the blank canvas, it was the external world’s job to influence him and flesh out the colors he lacked. Engrossed with taking in the expanse, Zephyr lagged behind Luke a few good steps as he autonomously followed the sound of his classmate’s feet. There was also something else that lead him forwards. A hum that reverberated with power, like the ebbs and flow of water. Unsurprisingly, it was just that. Water. He scrutinized the commonplace pools as he speculated as to why they were so special. The sensation probably skyrocketed once somebody plunged into its depths. Right now, the darkness user merely stood in the splash zone, only exposed to a fraction of the pools’ energy.
The boy looked over to his side and eyed the rock that casted a sizable shadow. Not even a full day prior, and a stone that size had been lobbed at his classmate Vlad, only to be turned into a seat. After deciding that was where he would rest, he calmly shifted his attention back to Luke, and so it seems, in a state of undress.
”Oh.”
For a moment, he mulled over whether he should turn the orb into a projectile just a step short of a bullet, since it seemed that Luke had gotten a screw loose. But instead, an even more puzzling revelation surfaced from beneath the waves of confusion.
Water users needed to disrobe before using their abilities! It all made sense now!
”As if.” Zephyr concluded it was for optimal connection with the element. The boy took a seat near the water’s edge and spectated as Luke repeated the process that comprised his training. Meanwhile, the darkness user played around with the orb to pass the time. He wasn’t sure if Kano was aware of the fact that he was already wield his ability to an extent undisplayed to others, but controlling the collective darkness from an entire room was a fair challenge. Soon, he was on his back, with his gaze focused on the orb flying from one end of his vision to the other.
Wait, how long was it until afternoon classes? Zephyr would have to warn his classmate well in advance, and did the guy even pack anything to dry himself off with. The soothing blades of grass he rested on weaved their way into his hair, sneakily bypassing the boy’s attention.
@Inertia
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