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9 yrs ago
Current You did good, McGregor. Made us proud.
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9 yrs ago
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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9 yrs ago
Can't describe how quickly I go from excited to sad when a mecha premise turns out to be realism wankery.

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@Plank Sinatra @Kaithas

They're going to kill me.

Bastille’s leader reached his conclusion calmly, as soon as Lauren rounded the corner and was followed swiftly by Amy. He wasn't entirely sure how they'd found him so quickly, but figuring it out was rapidly taking a back seat to issues bursting at pushing their way to the forefront of his mind. Among them when he was going to be able to replace some of his doomed clothes, though figuring that out was proving to require to much focus for his mind.

Ben inhaled deeply, slowly, and gave a strikingly relaxed grin. It was the only way. Never show weakness.

”Morning, girls. I appreciate the help, but I didn't bring any of your clothes.” He shrugged apologetically, gesturing at them and slipping his thumbs into his pockets. Joyous Guard wasn't at all heavy on his back, thanks to its Dust, but thinking about its specs was helping keep him focused. ”Guess we’ll have to go back to the dorm to get ‘em.”

“Should help with not freaking out the visitors, too.”
putting out a wanted ad for one lucas schwarz

resurrection needed
it was all preplanned
Got a post up. Sorry if it seems quick, but I'm on mobile for a week so I figured I'd get it done rather than potentially hold things up.
Lieutenant Kat

Heh.

The Gelgoog’s beams struck, but not where the Zeek wanted them to; beam treated shield, not vulnerable armor. The singes left behind indicated that sustained fire might be an issue, but he never got the chance. The Spartan was already in motion, its thrusters changing up its trajectory in unexpected ways.

She had to break off her use of the minigun, though, because there was now an ally in the way; something Kat appreciated, but made her job harder. Especially since as cocky as he was, the Gelgoog pilot somewhat had his wits; he ejected the tanks and put the pedal to the metal to put some distance between him and the explosion. It only half worked, he was thrown forward and put off balance, but there was now a new wrinkle; the G-Fighter was in her line of fire.

Change of plan.

She tossed aside her gun, she'd grab it later, and drew the Spartan’s beam saber. The Gelgoog was rabbiting, firing his thrusters ‘up’ to try and get away vertically. On paper, he might have beat out the Spartan’s specs. Maybe. Not something Kat really gave a damn about.

The growl that went through her mic sounded almost animalistic, and her Jim was in pursuit before anything else could be said. A few more beams hit her shield as soon as he realized, but it was much, much too late for that. A smoke grenade left her Jim and exploded as she drew near, instantly taking visibility down to zero. The Spartan and Gelgoog had both vanished into the aether, fates unknown.

It should have been like fighting with her eyes closed. For every other Jim pilot out here in the Earth sphere, it probably was. But in a Type 61, smoke became your friend real quick. All she needed to do was keep track of where she was near the nice big heat signature on her radar. He wasn't a complete idiot, either, he'd traded in for his naginata when he realized he couldn't see. She could see it. Which meant he could see her too, now.

The naginata screamed towards her, and a little voice in her head hoped her fingers worked right. The rest of her ignored it. The Gelgoog's beam weapon stopped a few feet short when her shield slammed up into its forearm, and her saber relieved it of its hand above the wrist and batted the hand contemptuously aside. He slammed the Gelgoog's knee into her middle, trying to create space; he should have tried to fall back, he'd have created more time, but he was just fighting a Jim. Why bother?

Cocky Spacenoid fuck.

Rather than out, Kat made sure she swung up, suspended almost inverted over his head. He thought she was simply gone, he still couldn't see clearly in the smoke. He relaxed.

Up until her heat knife slammed into its head, making his infamous monoeye go dead.

“I'll be taking this, Zeek.” She growled, using surface transmission to make sure he heard, before she wrenched the knife backwards and tore the cranial unit away with it.

Her saber immolated his cockpit before he could respond, reducing him to irrelevant. She didn't bother finishing to cut the suit in half at the waist, the eggheads might have some use for it, using her thrusters to ‘right’ herself and survey the world outside the thinning cloud. Her trophy hung carelessly from her knife, while she kept her saber held tight to her right. The glowing purple melded with the green of her visor, the two lights the first things visible in the smoke.

“All pilots, sound off.”
Sorry for not really being around, folks, been sick. Moved Sparr to the Character tab, ready to go when everyone else is.
Sorry, folks, been sick the past day or so. Should have a post done today.
Kat Staten

"Lt. Staten, Jim Spartan; launching!"

The electromagnetic catapult sprang to life, rocketing her mobile suit forward and out of the ship. The force was sufficient to push her back against her seat, a silent reminder to take this seriously. She'd had simulated training for zero-g combat, but that didn't change the fact that this was new. Might even be a little disorienting, but Kat'd adjust quick. She had to set an example.

The Lieutenant didn't waste time either; the instant she was clear of the hatch her Spartan was dispersing Minovsky particles, creating a dense area where traditional sensors didn't work. Even her own IR radar was less precise, but a whole hell of a lot more specific than anything else. And the old Mk. I eyeball was still working perfectly fine. Said eyes narrowed as soon as she got a look at the enemy, directing her Jim to bring its minigun to bear.

"I count two Zakus, two Rick Doms, a Gelgoog, a Gyan, and a Zaku Cannon. Never seen the Gyan variant, but it looks quick." A grin spread across her face while she moved her shield to guard the Spartan's torso, opening the throttle wide and sending the machine rocketing forward already spraying fire at the Gelgoog in the lead.

"Engaging the Gelgoog! Let's see how well he dances."
Not to mention that Psycommu generally need Newtypes, which I believe the GM sought to avoid.
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