Krayzikk

Gundam RP?

<Snipped quote by Rin>

That one specifically isn't, but a character in Try builds something very, very similar.

@Double

super fumina intensifies

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

OSDT Jannah

Hangar

"Shoo. I can do pre-flight myself."

"But-"

"Shoo! Too many cooks. Go get coffee or something. If you really want to help, bring me some coffee while you're at it." Sasha tried to look stern, but at 5'4" and her usual level of enthusiasm the effect was lost pretty quickly. She gestured towards the hangar exit with her nose, both hands being occupied with pulling her hair back into a ponytail, and waved a hand in her technician's general direction when one was free. "You already did most of the day's maintenance, I just have to run through the pre-flight checklist. All primary system diagnostics are coming up green, right?"

The technician nodded and sighed, rolling his eyes while he turned and headed towards the exist. "Alright, alright. I'll bring some coffee by. We'll report to the hangar if the HFVs sorty, Rising Star'll need maintenance when she brings the G-Valk back."

"Mmm." Sasha hummed noncommittally, already turning her attention to the task at hand. Best way to avoid saying anything odd, too. It was still weird to act like Rising Star was another person. Made perfect sense why she needed to, but it was still a little odd. Taking the extra step to make sure anything to do with piloting the XC|PT-01 was put not in terms of Sasha Mackenzie, but Rising Star. "She needs", not "I need". At least she didn't have to maintain the act constantly, that'd drive her crazy. Just needed to do it while she was in the cockpit. What was a pain, though, was having to wear the pilot suit underneath her outer layer.

The colonist was eternally grateful ships like the Jannah naturally tended to be much cooler. Otherwise the suit underneath her bulky pants and zipped jacket would roast her alive. At least she didn't need to keep the helmet on her, that was in the cockpit with Rising Star's mask. She was getting sidetracked, though. Sasha crossed through the hangar's open space, giving a quick wave to the two pilots already in the hangar as she went by.

The XC|PT-01, G-Valkyrie as she much preferred to call it, wasn't too far from the entrance. Only took a few seconds to reach, and (to Sasha's delight) kept her close enough to all the other pilots to chat. If they felt like it. She was just a technician to them, so she didn't really get to talk shop with the people outside Paper Tiger. The G-Valk really didn't need much work; Sasha's fingers flew across the console's keys, running the HFV through its pre-flight diagnostics, but there wasn't anything to find. It was just procedure. Munitions were loaded. Reactor was operating within optimal levels. Computer systems functional, transformable frame checked out, et cetera, et cetera. It only took a couple of minutes to run almost all of the checks, only waiting on the ones still running.

Soooo her eyes wandered. She was in a hangar full of giant robots, how could they not? She knew all about the XC|PTs, the thrill of looking through their specs wore off ages ago, but the rest... There were two different Omnienvironmental Series HFVs on board! A Type 2 and a Type 7. The Type 2 was nothing special to look at, it was the program's backbone for a while, but it was fascinating how compatible it was with newer tech. The Rook's consistence was beautiful in its simplicity. And the Type 7! So much faster than most HFVs that big. Sasha would've loved to see how fast it was compared to the G-Valk. Either one would've been fantastic to tinker with, especially after the series was shut down. There was even a Senta.A Senta! One of the earliest Russian HFVs! Her father would've loved to take a look at it, and Sasha was no different. She'd never even gotten to see a Senta in person. Its design was nothing like what X Corp put out, which was why it was so fascinating.

Lucky Jannah techs. Getting to work on all the different types.

Sure, some of them probably wished they were allowed to work on the four XC|PTs on board, but Sasha had spent her waking hours around those for ages. The different stuff was where it got interesting.

...

Hopefully no one objected to her staring at the other HFVs. That'd be kinda awkward.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd say so." The delinquent agreed, managing a quick laugh as he surveyed the carnage. Three wrecked DRUs in front of him, and more further away. Six just shut down. The rest of them all shut down, too, but they were further than him. These were the six left of the ones trying to kill him. He glared at them, almost like he expected them to suddenly come back to life, but was (secretly) relieved that they stayed inert. Whatever Kimiko had done up at the truck had shut them all down. Daisuke counted, as best he could, about fifty more of the machines from hell. They'd never have managed to beat them all.

He had a hell of a story to tell now, though. If it weren't for the fact no one'd believe him.

The adrenaline crashed harder than the truck, though, and he leaned heavily on his staff as the extent of how much he hurt hit home. Stab marks on his back, the fact that he couldn't see 'em didn't make 'em hurt any less. His shirt was ruined. Pizza buzzsaw had torn most of it, and blood was staining the rest. Which, speaking of, he really needed to figure out how to stop. His face felt like a mess, too, and he was pretty thankful he couldn't see it. The Miyamoto son wasn't a vain guy, far from it, but he'd seen his face after a good punch often enough. And this certainly felt worse.

How the hell am I gonna explain this one to Sachiko?

"Anyone know if there's a world-record-sized bottle of aspirin around here? Maybe some stitches?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

how about catching luke during a long, heated, passionate

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inner monologue

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Cyare Staunton

"The offer is appreciated, but I will pass." The Tactical Mage did not fail to note the knife-work occurring in the hands of the former forest dweller, and the gestures flipped a few warning signs in the back of her head. The primal portion of the brain, the carefully attuned mechanism to detect and analyze danger. The other mage jumped up a few levels in her threat assessment even without knowledge of his abilities, though outwardly Cyare did not so muuch as look in his direction. "I have my trail mix."

"I would remind Rei, however," She added, shooting the speedster a faint glare. "That I am perfectly serviceable in the kitchen. My food may not be exciting, but it is healthy and filling."

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

He was gonna be real fucking ugly in the morning. If he got to see the next one. Wiping the trickle of blood out of his right eye and away from his nose, Daisuke knew he was punching at a weight class way above his own. Literally. Each robotic pizza delivery demon weighed three or so times what he did, and at nine DRUs coming after him... Three times nine, twenty seven. Outweighed twenty seven times over. Benkei evened the odds a bit, but... He hurt. He hurt all fucking over. He could feel the hits, the spikes of pain through the adrenaline-fueled haze. How many DRUs were left? How long could he keep going? How long until he wasn't quick enough?

"Nine on one, huh? Can't handle a fair fight?" Daisuke laughed, even though he instantly regretted it. He wasn't going to let them see that, though, so he spat the blood that had leaked into his mouth on the ground between them. "Too scared of a teenager?"

Didn't fucking matter. Nowhere to run to, even if he felt like it. And he wasn't gonna. That'd mean leaving Kimiko and the guitar girl behind. And there was no way in hell that he was gonna do that. Sachiko's badass big brother didn't back down, and he certainly didn't hang his friends out to dry.

"Fucking hate bullies, y'know that?" The teen delinquent rolled his neck, feeling the joints crack and advanced on his enemies deliberately. Benkei followed, matching the McDonalds worker's almost cocky swagger. Daisuke cast a look over his shoulder to the towering Persona, and added; "Follow my lead, big guy."

He lunged abruptly, the word "Bash!" ripping from the depths of his chest in a roar. His makeshift staff arced to the side matched by the flat of Benkei's blade, slamming into the side of a DRU. He spun without waiting to see the result, catching the same DRU with the haft as another roar tore from his lips and the naginata's flat smashed into another DRU. He didn't cease the assault, striking each of the DRUs as rapidly as he could and moving erratically to re-position and prevent the fucking robotic heralds of fast food unemployment from taking clear aim.

The best defense was a good offense, and pressed against the wall, Daisuke was fighting back with everything he had.

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

the oggo was ball-tier tech piloted late in the war by child soldiers

cool design doesn't excuse zeek disregard for life

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

i wasn't saying it was zeek

i was saying it was shit

:3c

@Mugi

at least the federation moved on

i seem to recall the zeeks making their own mobile pod

oggo, wasn't it? with kid pilots?

(^:

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

It was only a matter of time before someone picked the Turn A trap pilot, wasn't it.

And you got me excited when I saw Judah, I thought it'd be a Zudah, but no, it's a megazord. :v

@Mugi

zudah is a flawed propoganda machine

x corp refuses to have flawed propaganda machines in its propaganda machine production line

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

@Krayzikk Looks good. It's accepted.

@Crimmy

Awesome, thanks.