I'll be happy to help if you need it, but otherwise I'm content. I had some notes about the antagonists I thought of, I'll send them along later.
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Are we talking Doms or Rick Doms?
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No offense intended. But there's a sweet spot on the sliding scale of realism, and most of the interest checks I usually see skew too far to the realism end for me.
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There we are, got that done quicker than I thought.
Kat Staten
“Look alive, pilots!”
The Lieutenant crowed in midair, gliding through the hangar’s zero-g environment on a direct course to her own mobile suit. From exactly where she had appeared was a mystery, though she seemed to be coming from one of the hallways, but she was clearly ready. Kat Staten seemed practically manic in the way she jammed her helmet on her head and flashed anyone that happened to be looking a jaunty thumbs-up. Her helmet locked with a twist and a click, just in time to grab the railing in front of her machine to course-correct straight into the cockpit.
“Looks like the Zeeks wanna play! We’re gonna give ‘em what they want.” Jerking a thumb to wave any engineers away from her GM, the Lieutenant flipped the cockpit controls to lower the Jim’s hatch. It locked into place quietly while she busied herself with her harness, fighting back a little frustration when she fumbled one of the left buckles the first time.
She wasn’t quite used to the new digits on her hand, but it had been less than a week. Feddie brass didn’t exactly have time to let her go through a full PT cycle, not after big bad Zeon decided they wanted to bring the fight to her home turf. Now Kat was gonna return the favor real quick. Didn’t matter if a few fingers were a little stiff, they could work a switch just fine. She took just a second to enjoy the soft thrum as she brought her reactor online, sending power rushing through the rest of her Jim.
“Reactor normal. All systems green. Full tank a’ fuel, and a full mag in my gun. Finishin’ up pre-flight checks.” Kat fired off the updates into her mic once she keyed on her comms, putting her verniers through their full range of movements with a few deft movements of the sticks. No jams. Feedback normal. Everything was the way it was supposed to be, despite the fact that a Spartan wasn’t designed for space to begin with. The mechanics assured her it’d be fine. Not like she was designed for space, either.
A ground MS made her feel a little more comfortable. Least she wasn’t the only ground pounder they’d sent up here.
She keyed off her mic for a moment, isolating herself in the Spartan’s cockpit. Her left hand grabbed the dog tags floating in front of her, hung loosely from her neck, and gripped tight. Earth was a whole long ways away, and this sure as hell was no Type 61. No stock Jim, either. Couldn’t keep her head up when there wasn’t an up out there.
But those were still Zeeks, she was still a Feddie, and she still had a really big gun.
Kat murmured a few words into her clenched fist, too quiet for her to even hear, and let go. She rolled her head and shoulders to enjoy the satisfying pop of her joints. Her mic was live again with the flick of a switch and with an easy push on the controls the Spartan was moving, weapon in hand and stomping towards the catapult bay.
“Lt. Staten, preparing to standby in Catapult One. Minovsky dispersal online, and ready to roll. No one doing anything stupid out there or there’ll be fifty pushups waiting for you back here. Kick some Zeon ass.” Eyes running over her console, she directed her attention further outward; “Requesting launch control for Catapult One and a sitrep.”
“What’s the word, Cap’n?”
“Look alive, pilots!”
The Lieutenant crowed in midair, gliding through the hangar’s zero-g environment on a direct course to her own mobile suit. From exactly where she had appeared was a mystery, though she seemed to be coming from one of the hallways, but she was clearly ready. Kat Staten seemed practically manic in the way she jammed her helmet on her head and flashed anyone that happened to be looking a jaunty thumbs-up. Her helmet locked with a twist and a click, just in time to grab the railing in front of her machine to course-correct straight into the cockpit.
“Looks like the Zeeks wanna play! We’re gonna give ‘em what they want.” Jerking a thumb to wave any engineers away from her GM, the Lieutenant flipped the cockpit controls to lower the Jim’s hatch. It locked into place quietly while she busied herself with her harness, fighting back a little frustration when she fumbled one of the left buckles the first time.
She wasn’t quite used to the new digits on her hand, but it had been less than a week. Feddie brass didn’t exactly have time to let her go through a full PT cycle, not after big bad Zeon decided they wanted to bring the fight to her home turf. Now Kat was gonna return the favor real quick. Didn’t matter if a few fingers were a little stiff, they could work a switch just fine. She took just a second to enjoy the soft thrum as she brought her reactor online, sending power rushing through the rest of her Jim.
“Reactor normal. All systems green. Full tank a’ fuel, and a full mag in my gun. Finishin’ up pre-flight checks.” Kat fired off the updates into her mic once she keyed on her comms, putting her verniers through their full range of movements with a few deft movements of the sticks. No jams. Feedback normal. Everything was the way it was supposed to be, despite the fact that a Spartan wasn’t designed for space to begin with. The mechanics assured her it’d be fine. Not like she was designed for space, either.
A ground MS made her feel a little more comfortable. Least she wasn’t the only ground pounder they’d sent up here.
She keyed off her mic for a moment, isolating herself in the Spartan’s cockpit. Her left hand grabbed the dog tags floating in front of her, hung loosely from her neck, and gripped tight. Earth was a whole long ways away, and this sure as hell was no Type 61. No stock Jim, either. Couldn’t keep her head up when there wasn’t an up out there.
But those were still Zeeks, she was still a Feddie, and she still had a really big gun.
Kat murmured a few words into her clenched fist, too quiet for her to even hear, and let go. She rolled her head and shoulders to enjoy the satisfying pop of her joints. Her mic was live again with the flick of a switch and with an easy push on the controls the Spartan was moving, weapon in hand and stomping towards the catapult bay.
“Lt. Staten, preparing to standby in Catapult One. Minovsky dispersal online, and ready to roll. No one doing anything stupid out there or there’ll be fifty pushups waiting for you back here. Kick some Zeon ass.” Eyes running over her console, she directed her attention further outward; “Requesting launch control for Catapult One and a sitrep.”
“What’s the word, Cap’n?”
I should have one done tonight, actually. Was intending to do it earlier but today was a little busy for intended reasons, and some not so intended ones.
ETA three, four hours tops.
ETA three, four hours tops.
Yeah, that all works. We can come up with names and such as we need to, but just having the base plot down is enough to start off. If we're already in combat, then our characters are all acquainted then, right?
Probably only barely. Most CSes read like they were given the assignment after the battle at Jaburo, so they've probably only been acquainted a day or so at most
I'd avoid Goufs purely because they were intended for ground use. Speccing one for space would be a royal pain. The Gelgoog variant I mentioned could suffice with just a new paint scheme and some weapon changes.
A Gyan might not be a bad idea.
If we go with the Big Rang, we can bring in some Oggos as cannon fodder.
A Gyan might not be a bad idea.
If we go with the Big Rang, we can bring in some Oggos as cannon fodder.
@Krayzikk Just look at Naze's crew in IBO, something'll work out. They can't all be gunning for Naze, right? Back to the main topic, so we should have 3 mobile suit aces and one in something along the lines of a mobile armor for support, just to keep things even. But mobile armors are kind of overpowered in this point in the series, seeing Big Zam and such.
@Plank Sinatra I like you. Dungeon Dice Monster, Bakugan, you remind me of me. Nerd.
he even builds g u n p l a
Anyway, we could use a Brawrello. Though it looks kind of stupid. A Big Rang might be a much better idea for a MA.
@p1ssaragi Happy to help. I have spare time, I'll start sketching out some unit details.
Additionally, petition denied. Unless Quincy's secretly a girl there are some incompatible orientations there
Additionally, petition denied. Unless Quincy's secretly a girl there are some incompatible orientations there
Amusingly, Kat's gender occurred because Plank and Crimmy decided to help me decide. Crimmy flipped a coin. Plank rolled a defective Bakugan. Heads was female, tails was male. If the Bakugan deployed it was male, and didn't it was female.
Against all odds, they agreed.
I really couldn't argue with that.
Against all odds, they agreed.
I really couldn't argue with that.
@p1ssaragi I'd be fine with that, personally. I'd be happy to help tweak unit designs, given that most of what we're fielding isn't exactly stock, or help control enemies that I'm not presently fighting during combat.
Speaking from experience, controlling multiple character by yourself against multiple enemies gets confusing fast.
Speaking from experience, controlling multiple character by yourself against multiple enemies gets confusing fast.
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