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7 yrs ago
Current You did good, McGregor. Made us proud.
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7 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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7 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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"Yeah, Lauren was talking about how she wanted to pay but I wouldn't let her. She made me promise to let her get next time, though."

The girl got a single, casual wink directed at her. Two could play the say-shit-in-front-of-Sangue game. Not that it was really needed, he'd have been willing to pick up the tab anyway. Lauren just wanted to be Lauren about it. Ben had no idea where they were gonna find Amy, but he grinned a little at Sangue's expression. It was great to see her excited about something.

"Just let me drop my school stuff off, and we can get going." He ruffled the redhead's hair on his way by her, pausing to lean Joyous Guard against the wall by his bed. His backpack was dropped, without much ceremony, on his bed. He thought about taking the time to change all the way out of his uniform, but decided against it. Ditching the jacket and tie'd do just fine. "Lauren, Amy say anything to you about where she was going?"
Might be down, if I have an idea.
Benjamin Armbruster

@Norik @Selvariabell


"Scheiße."

The German cursed, mostly under his breath, but nodded. He jerked a thumb back towards his Walker's bay, and started walking backwards in that direction.

"Gotta make sure Vernichten's in order. Won't be able to launch if she's not."



"No, I don't." Ayane admitted, nodding in Nova's direction. She gestured towards her duffel, and then to her own boots. "I've been getting around on foot, aside from the bus in from the airport. If I could get a ride with you that would be much appreciated."


You won't be making a profit at all, after I've extracted penance.

This is not justice at all.


He did have a point, though. Anti-Skill wouldn't have been able to get anything out of him, especially not anything more than they'd get from the body that they prevented their foes from stealing. Between them, they could probably get pretty far with a name. Find the A-LAWs sympathizers themselves. She would give him grief about jumping in front of a bus (not a difficult inference to make, Burennan) later, but for now she wanted to enjoy her coffee. Umeko took a long sip, staring at her boyfriend judgmentally, then lightly rested her cup on her knee.

"You're a sneak, Griese. You're not wrong, but you're a sneak. Should've told me earlier."
@vietmyke @Norik @Selvariabell @Caasicam @Silvan Haven @ArmorPlated @Plank Sinatra @UltimoScorp @Raider Dog

“Noah?”

“Yes, sir?”

The Lieutenant swiveled in her seat, glancing back at the Major seated at his station in Ops. All had been quiet since he started reading through the day’s notices, and the odd tone caught her attention quickly. McKinley had something on his mind, even if he was still working out what it was. He snapped his fingers once and looked up from his tablet.

“Can you pull up the registry details of those shipments from the Union?”

“Yes, sir,” Noah answered slowly, fingers already dancing to retrieve the relevant information. A quick flick brought the specifications up on one of Ops larger screens, to which she gestured questioningly. The older pilot scratched at the stubble on his chin, leaned way back in his seat. Something was nagging at the back of his mind, something important. He just needed to figure out exactly what it was.

“Stop me if something sounds weird, LT,” The Major began, pushing himself out of his seat and pacing towards the display. “But these readings don’t look much like freighters, do they? General size is close enough. Within the parameters you’d expect. But they don’t match any freighters I’ve seen coming through. These flight plans are precise, and they’ve been followed without deviation. Nothing. The one coming here originated from New Berlin, that flight plan avoids most of the Federation outposts between here and there. Are there any other registered flight plans originating from New Berlin around the same time?”

“One moment.”

Noah spent a few moments refining her search parameters, and when the system spat out its results she frowned.

“Yes. Six others left on the same day, with matching registry specifications. All within minutes of each other. All registered to the Dyson Foundation. Bound for the six other mass driver cities.”

McKinley pivoted in place immediately, shifting from pensive to focused in the span of a heartbeat.

“Pass this to the Colonel. Recall all pilots to base. How long until Luna can get eyes on them?”

“Twenty minutes, sir.” Noah answered, furiously swiping and tapping to forward the data up the chain of command and activate the city’s alert system. Aside from a monthly test, it hadn’t been fired up since it was installed. Two long tones to recall the pilots. The sounds would emanate from just about every telephone pole in the city, they couldn’t miss it. The pilots in the parade were exempt, but it would at least put them on alert; the rest would need to hurry back to base. It wasn’t hard to see where the Major’s line of thinking was going, but she hoped he was wrong. Or at least that the pilots would be able to get back quickly.

At McKinley’s console, the Major issued notice for the base to be on alert. Only about a third of their fighting force was actually on-base, but he needed that third to be ready.


Ben laughed.

"It's not friend-proofed, it's enemy-proofed. You'll be on the approved list as soon as I can code it in." He adjusted his hold to accommodate for the way Lauren leaned, and continued up the stairs towards their dorm. "Fine, then. Be stubborn. Need to pop in the shower before we head out?"

Getting the dorm door open was a little tricky, with both hands occupied. But he slipped the backpack's handle over his wrist instead, turned the knob, and used Lauren's shoulder to push the door open.

"Hey, Sangue, you back yet?"


"Sangue usually meets us back at the dorm, she'll probably beat us there. Amy's headed off to do something, but I figure we can pick Sangue up, all have a chance to change, and maybe head into Vale."

Lauren's fidgeting, once upon a time, probably would've been enough to throw off Ben's balance. Especially since he was pretty sure that whatever she had in her backpack, it was pretty heavy. He hadn't expected it when she picked it up. He could still carry her around just fine, just took a little more adjustment. Which was kinda the point; this far into the year, it didn't even take conscious thought to maintain his balance. Just was what it was.

"And I wanna see what you're hiding in your jacket, you didn't have it before Armory." Both hands were occupied, so instead of ruffling her hair, he elected to bump her head lightly with his own and grin. "After that I guess we can go get burgers or something. We can text Amy and see if she wants to meet back up, but I bet Sangue'd love to head into town."
Benjamin Armbruster

@Crimmy @Norik @Selvariabell


"Heh, yeah, it can be a pain." Ben grinned and shrugged a little, then jerked his thumb back towards the Test Team bays. His grin widened a little more, and he made at least an effort at wiping some of the grease off his hands on his pants. "I ain't gonna complain, though. I actually get to work on some of my ideas. And Vernichten may be a little finicky, but I love the old girl. She does good work."

"Hasn't overloaded on me yet, either."




"That's her."

A gleam crept into the Japanese pilot's eye, and she nodded. The smile that crossed her face was the first genuine, unrestrained expression she'd had since arriving on the balcony. She nodded, again, and slipped her hands into her pockets. Ayane sat, or maybe closer to leaned, against the railing and inclined her head at Nova.

"She's a dear friend of mine. We were stationed together. I would very much like to find her."


Corinne.

Despite the way her eyebrows raised at her superior's tone, the mute's mouth stretched wide in an almost ecstatic grin. Her plan had worked. And her targets were scared. They'd stopped their advance on the shore, and in the process, given her Gespenst a chance to close the distance. They were almost directly below her, when they began their retreat east.

Exactly where she wanted them to be.

There was more than a little satisfaction, in their apparent terror. The Lion, in its many forms, had been a symbol of fear for her. A threat that she was ill-equipped to face, but was required to hold the line against. Now the shoe was on the other foot. Now they sought to run from her. Tactically, destroying every Remnant unit she could would reduce their ability to be a threat ever again. Every Lion destroyed was one less that could be fielded in the future.

No quarter would be given.

She had struck the second Landlion, something she noted with ease while they surfaced. It did little more than limp, one side of it demolished. She took aim at it, first, and fired a single round from her Railgun. With its lamed state, she doubted its ability to evade. That left three Landlions to be dealt with, struggling to put any distance between them and their pursuer now that she had closed it. Not that they weren't trying. The remaining three fired Homing Missiles, and at this range, there wasn't much time to evade. So in a split second, Hazel concluded that the Gespenst's armor could take it. Not that she wouldn't have killed for a Huckebein's Vulcans, at that moment. Still, no reason to take needless damage; the first missile fired she targeted and shot down with a shot from her Mega Beam Rifle. When the other two connected, she didn't flinch. She'd only have one opportunity like this.

When you can't dodge, fuck them on the counterattack.

"Eliminating targets."


The detonations were cacophonous, and the smoke obscured her vision, but it did just the same for her remaining targets. She had a split second before her continued pursuit brought her out of that cloud, and rendered her again visible to the Landlions. She had her enhanced sensors, and her gut; between the two, her odds were pretty good. A pair of Split Missiles erupted from the smoke, separating and showering the Landlions in submunitions. Almost simultaneously, her Burst Railgun reported from her left hand; a volley towards the leftmost Landlion. The Rifle in her right reported a split second later, fired at the same time.

The Gespenst erupted from the smoke, scorched and dented but alive, with fury gleaming in its red visor. A Ripper launched from its left forearm, eager to tear the middle Landlion to pieces like it had two of its brethren before. Whatever survived this blitzkrieg, Hazel was still in pursuit. And she would tear them apart.

Don't have too much fun, Commander. I'll be along to help in a minute~.


The thing about justice was, it wasn't always lawful. Riders weren't part of the police force, right? Well, except a couple. Not the point.

The point was that methods weren't one hundred percent on the up-and-up all the time. It wasn't hard to guess where Brennan got the check, not between the lies and the foreign name of its owner. The teller couldn't tell them anything, not without breaking ethical standards for his job. But he seemed new, and Umeko seemed innocent enough. Which was why when she stretched her back, getting up on tip-toes over the counter to work any kinks out of the muscles, he didn't really pay attention. Not that she could get a lot, not at that angle or in that short a time. But a look at the spelling of the name was pretty helpful, if nothing else.

So she smiled sweetly while Brennan thanked the teller and picked up their bags, following him out of the bank without saying so much as a word. Nor did she, until she leaned into his side outside the establishment and rolled her eyes at him a little.

"Suddenly in a good mood, hm? You can explain why over coffee. Troublemaker."
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