Rhona W

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

Cool, thanks man.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

Been back from my trip for a few days, not really sure if I should make another post or give someone else a chance to do something.
I'm also trying to cut down the amount of time I spend on RP Guild so I actually have time to do other things as well, so I might not be as fast with my replies all the time.

Moblie Suit Gundam: The War in the North

I don't really think this is going anywhere. We've had players apparently interested for over a fortnight, nearly, and almost no one has posted a character. Might be best to move on.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Sorry, I didn't realize you were waiting for me to say go ahead. Just assume I said it, if you were waiting. I would've replied earlier, but as stated earlier, I'd been away for the weekend.

I'll attempt to get a post up soon, probably tomorrow.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

I'll be away for the weekend, if I didn't mention it already. I should be back on Sunday, so not likely to get a post up until then. Thought it was polite to make sure you were all informed.

Moblie Suit Gundam: The War in the North

You should post your own character too :P

Also, I'm going to be away for the weekend, visiting friends and family in my home town, as a friend is emigrating to the US and we're giving him and his wife a send-off party. I'll be back late on Sunday.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

Rowan listened to Stella's words. To him, it sounded as though she was more aligned with the views of the people aboard the ship itself, or at least more innocent to their cause or reasoning, if not buying into it. Her comments about lacking a good life, and seemingly having no drive or motivation of her own to do anything was troubling, in a way. He was a firm and strong believer in the idea of self-determination, and had never met anyone who didn't have their own motivation to do anything.
It was clear that she was, for the moment at least, content to remain here, and that it would take more than a simple conversation to bring out any dissenting feeling within the girl. He didn't know enough about her to know where any loyalties of any kind were, and if he could change her mind. And with the imminent patrol mission, he'd miss his chance to get out if he didn't go now.
"I guess I'd better let you get on," he said with a gentle nod, excusing himself. "I'll see you in the hangar later, when we launch".

Stepping away, he headed for the ready room to change into his pilots' suit to prepare for the sortie. As he did, he ran ideas through his head.
If he wanted to head for the ship belonging to the opposition - and his potential allies - he'd need the location. The patrol would be just that; a circuit around the immediate area, and not an attack on the oppositions' ship.
The location of the vessel should be known - if other mobile suits and support craft had engaged, then it should be stored in their OS file and flight recorders. He could gain access to the data, plot it into his machines' flight computer, and then rendezvous with the other ship.
Adjusting the last few seals on his suit, he resolved himself to the course of action, and strode out from the ready room and into the hangar. His Zeta Plus, in its' normal low-viz grey, was being prepped for launch; hoses were being disconnected and panels closed up from the regular maintenance. He exchanged greetings with the maintenance people, before checking in the cockpit. Everything was normal, and he made a show of test-checking some equipment, before climbing out again, and heading for one of the Zeon-like suits - Geara Zulu's, he'd heard them called - stood at rest around the hangar. Angelo's personal suit looked similar, but had a paintjob as distinctive as the main himself, in pink and purple. The machine was also modified with dangerous-looking claws on each arm instead of hands, more impressive shoulder armour, and of all things, high heels.
"Hey, man! There's an issue with my flight computer," he called to the technician maintaining one of the more conventional machines, with a carefree and confident demeanour and a rapid-fire string of words, keeping eye contact reassuring the worker with a pat on the shoulder as he spoke, making a confidence ploy to get him through. "I haven't got the latest set of updated references and terrain after being thrown through all this crazy distortion and interference. I don't wanna screw up the mission because my suit isn't up to spec, so I think it'd be best for everyone if I avoided the wrath of Mr Sauper and company by updating the info on my Gundam".
Swinging himself into the seat, he quickly booted up the mobile suits' system, tapping through screens and copying the information down onto his personal PDA, keeping up a stream of chat and talk with the technician as he did, and then shutting off the machine as soon as he was done.
"Thanks, man - you've been a lifesaver. If this wasn't done, well - you know how it can be, right?"
He quickly left the bemused man behind, and climbed back into the Zeta C1's cockpit, quickly updating the navigational info. By the time he was done, the order to launch had come through, and the Mass-Production Zeta Plus was elevated to launch position and catapulted off into the skies.
Almost as soon as the machine was airborne, Rowan felt a familiar thrill of excitement tingle through his veins. He'd missed piloting, and felt near-helpless and uncertain while on the ship. Now he was back in his mobile suit, he felt back in control, and able to actually influence his own course of action, rather than being a captive.
Hitting controls, he transformed the sleek mobile suit into it's aircraft mode, parts switching and sliding with sophisticated ease and engineering. More agile in the atmosphere and now capable of powered flight, the machine was able to quickly leave the ship behind.
"All right," he murmured to himself, putting the machine into a steady climbing bank, leaving the vessel behind. "Let's get this show on the road."
Accelerating with a touch of throttle, he pointed the smart beam-gun that made the machines' nose in the right direction for the patrol, and began the first leg of his already plotted route. As soon as he reached the leg that took him nearest to the 'enemy' location, he'd fake a communications scare and go off route. As soon as he had a good fix, he'd drop below radar altitude and scram for the other ship at high speed, only climbing when he was within visual distance, and then contacting them to broadcast his own intentions.

All he had to do now was hope it would work, and he didn't get shot down.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I just threw a post up to keep things moving. I'll add another tomorrow or later on, as I realise I haven't addressed Myrina's team. I'll cover that in my next one though.
I'll be going away to visit my parents and some friends from home over the weekend, as one of my oldest friends is emigrating to the US, and there's a surprise party planned. I also start a new job on Monday, so things might be a little quiet, but I'll catch up soon.

Across Broken Skies [Ace Combat inspired RP]

nautilusmp said
The video's broken before I could even watch it. It's the OOC post #550 that I'm referring to.

I wasn't sure if it might be. I think it's because I copy'pasta'd it from my facebook news feed. Let me see if I can find the native one on youtube and edit. Thanks for the heads-up.
Also, I think the coding for embedding a video is a bit wonky.

EDIT: It should work now.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Blade slowed the Harlock as the trio approached the village. He gave a click of the radio in a confirmation to Mike as he broke away, before turning an ear to Aidan's transmission and listening intently.

"Roger, no activity at the target. Things look quiet at our location too. We're moving in to investigate now and will keep you informed. Stay wary, out".

An incoming signal sounded from Nawlin, and he toggled the channel to reply.

Looks clear from here sir, do I enter, or continue east towards the rear, while maintaining overwatch?

He hesitated as he considered the tactical situation. The terrain looked relatively clear, with no hostiles in sight so far. The buildings, though relatively few in number, were enough to block the line-of-sight between Prowler and the position of himself and Kuraiko. If there was anyone amongst the buildings, they may well be lying in wait. A pincer movement might help, and they'd get a better overview if they could approach from multiple directions. Especially since Mike's GEAR was designed to scout and recon - exactly the kind of scenario they were in, in fact.
"Move in toward the rear and approach, Nawlin. We'll get a better idea if there's anyone there then. We'll approach from the front and try and draw them out. If there's any hostiles, we can get them in a pincer movement".
He swivelled the grey-black head of his GEAR toward the sleeker shape of Kuraiko's. The wolf gave a tactical appraisal of the situation and an overview of his approach, and the fox replied, pivoting back to observe the approach toward the central cluster of buildings.
"I agree," he replied as he observed the streets and byways they had to approach on. The settlement was small and quite rustic, with unpaved streets and white-washed desert buildings, most no larger than three stories and separated by dusty patches of earth for yards or access to the rear or next street over of the grid-like pattern.
"Move up in a slight staggered formation, two abreast. Should give us enough cover if we're ambushed. Sweep th' angles as we move an' be sure ta keep an eye on the windows and doors - Infantry like firin' their heavy weapons from internal places at GEARs, gives 'em good angles at joints".
He'd learned that lesson in more than a few peacekeeping ops, and joint exercises with Esailia's team over the last week had re-taught the lesson as well.
"Keep it slow an' steady," he advised, before pulling the Harlock up from its' crouch and moving forward, the autocannon/rifle held out in front at a ready position, sensors sweeping the area as he moved in.

****

At the mine, there was similarly little evidence of the enemy, but no evidence that they weren't there either. The yawning mouth of the tunnel beckoned the GEARs to close in, and the lingering darkness inside the tunnel, big enough for the GEARs to advance single-file and upright, hid whatever secrets were inside.

***

At the Landcrawler location, the vehicles remained quiet as a tomb. Fabric flapped in the dry breeze, and paper danced on the wind, stirred up as the helo came into a hover. No tracers exploded from cover, and no seeking missiles lashed out from below. The dominant sound was the clatter of helicopter rotors and engines as the aircraft hovered above.