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"Newtypes are a legend where I come from, but it doesn't take a psychic to realize something is up. I rely on data," he said pointing at his mask. "These museum pieces can still pack a punch, but I can predict how they move, and what they will do. I suppose in a way, it's like being a new type. The closest person to being a new type I know of would be the grade skipper." He said.
"So, the technology of your world, how are bullets ineffective? Some kind of beam armor?"
"So, the technology of your world, how are bullets ineffective? Some kind of beam armor?"
"Hmph. It would seem every faction has capable warriors." Mask said to himself as the two went back and forth.
"Gentlemen," he began, "out honor is not at stake between us. All that matters is we fight for what we believe in. I believe in protecting earth, and I intend to return to do exactly that. What you fight for is what matters most, and when I die, I hope kabakali, the kuntala God of the Underworld will judge me accordingly." Mask said, his honor showing abit.
"Gentlemen," he began, "out honor is not at stake between us. All that matters is we fight for what we believe in. I believe in protecting earth, and I intend to return to do exactly that. What you fight for is what matters most, and when I die, I hope kabakali, the kuntala God of the Underworld will judge me accordingly." Mask said, his honor showing abit.
Mask turned and shook the offered hand. "That was you out there. Well done. I am in need of assistance around this ship. I would like to analyze the data I collected through the battle, and possibly share the results with the intelligence officer while I wait for my Elf Bullock's shoulder guns to be repaired."
He noticed him after I spoke with me.
Mask had barely noticed the man, until he was right on top of him.
"Hmm? Oh, do not mind me. I was simply recalling my mission to retrieve the Gundam G-Self from the Space Pirates. My pride as a Kuntala is still on the line."
He thought on the man's questions momentarily, then replied.
"I am Captain Mask of the Earth Capital Army, formerly cadet for the Capital Guard."
He then gripped and shook the man's outstretched hand.
"Hmm? Oh, do not mind me. I was simply recalling my mission to retrieve the Gundam G-Self from the Space Pirates. My pride as a Kuntala is still on the line."
He thought on the man's questions momentarily, then replied.
"I am Captain Mask of the Earth Capital Army, formerly cadet for the Capital Guard."
He then gripped and shook the man's outstretched hand.
"Yuri Boris. I'll remember that." Mask began, "the beam guns in my units shoulder will need to be repaired, they took a beam bazooka hit. Luckily the armor is thick, but I still fear the damage." He stated, tapping the side of his mask.
"12 beam guns all around the shoulder made for deflecting enemy munitions and beams, and punching through light armored units." He said, "Take care of the Elf Bullock, I'm off to find your captain."
He then turned quickly and began walking towards the bridge, but paused momentarily at the Exia.
"The Gundam... I can't forget my mission. Manny, I will return, soon."
He said clenching his fist and continuing.
"12 beam guns all around the shoulder made for deflecting enemy munitions and beams, and punching through light armored units." He said, "Take care of the Elf Bullock, I'm off to find your captain."
He then turned quickly and began walking towards the bridge, but paused momentarily at the Exia.
"The Gundam... I can't forget my mission. Manny, I will return, soon."
He said clenching his fist and continuing.
Same. Right after my test.
I understand that Vance. Sometimes, that very thing makes me feel like the rp should instead be a Fanfic or Story.
Mask hailed the Sundown as he tried to land, the damage to his shoulder was a minor repair, back in his world anyways. He hoped these mechanics would be able to work with it as well. As he landed, Mask took a sip from his bottle and sifted through files.
"Hmm... 85% that should last me for another 2 or 3 battles. I'll need to find a way to recharge then." He then opened the cockpit and slid down his rope, looking for a mechanic that could attend to him.
"Hmm... 85% that should last me for another 2 or 3 battles. I'll need to find a way to recharge then." He then opened the cockpit and slid down his rope, looking for a mechanic that could attend to him.
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