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

OKAY, THAT WOULD BE FINE

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

Have to point out a slight typo in your post Vance (though it did make me chuckle!)
The captain says to Rowan:

What exactly is your business here? I don't know much about 'Zeon' that you have claimed to be 'running',

I think - or hope! - you meant running from.

I'll get a post up in reply tomorrow during the day.

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

Well, I just got one up that ought to get everybody moving. It's action time!

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

As Myrina and Arcade came under fire, everything seemed to erupt into action all at once.
In the irrigation facilties' bowl-like valley, gunfire erupted at the pair of GEARs from numerous directions, along with blooms of 'hot smoke', laced with IR and sensor-jamming metallic elements, shielding the movements of vehicles and other forces fighting back.

At the mine entrance, as Adrian emerged back out into the light from the tunnel and spoke to Aidan over the comm-channel, the abandoned work-GEAR at the entrance to the mine moved with a groan of long-abandoned and half-rotten electromuscle and alloy, jerking into a more upright posture through embedded LOS commands, before the sevel dozen pounds of composition explosive and ball-bearings embedded into its' frame detonated with an apocalyptic roar and a blinding flash of light, engulfing the pair in clouds of smoke. As the clouds of smoke and blinding dust whirled about the two machines, tracers slashed through the murk, and proximity alarms clashed with lock-on warnings and sensor paint notifications.

At the Landcrawlers, the upper hatch on the forward of the two vehicles, the one most open to the elements, lazily fell open, as if in the wind - and moments later the concussive boom-hiss of a shoulder-fired SAM sounded, arcing upward toward the hovering helicopter. Moments later, without waiting for a hit confirmation, a scrambling mis-matched formation of a pair of dirt-bikes, a track-bike* and two quads roared away from the crawlers, their heavily armed passengers glaring over their shoulders with desperate expressions as they headed for the direction of the irrigation farm.

At the Town, Silverwind and the others saw the eruptions of smoke and light, and then later heard the concussions of smoke in the wind, reaching them a few scant moments later.
"Shit," hissed the vulpine through his teeth, ears flattening under his piloting helmet. "The others have run into trouble," he growled. Taking the initiative, he snapped over the radio to the others. "Nawlin, Double time it! We gotta clear this area and move ta reinforce th' others!"
Pointing with the Harlock's hands, he bounded forward, autocannon rifle pulled into the machines' shoulder tightly in a firing position as he moved up the street in a fast run, sweeping window frames and doors with the forward camera in sweeps of the head, miniguns covering possible firing positions as the head moved, and the autocannon covering other positions as he ran. He kept an equal eye out for traps and wires, ready to disable or tangle the legs of a twenty-foot war machine, as he moved.
"Mike!" he yelled, abandoning protocol in the heat of the moment as he moved. There was no sign of the enemy here. "Anything on your side! Kuraiko, back me up - move a street over and check the structures!"
The thought of the others in distress bothered him. How many GEARs could there be, where could they be hidden, if not here? Was it at the mine? After all, that was where one of the explosions had come from. He gritted his teeth as he saw Prower grow larger as he closed in on Mike's location.

GEARs Redux [Winter & Silverwind Blade]

Yeah, sounds like a plan to me. I'll start thinking up some stuff to get us into the plot.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

No, I didn't see your post, as it bumped mine onto the next page, but to reply:

That moment when Rowan doesn't know Paul is a genetically superior future sensing super soldier. Like Kira without his novelty Jesus motif.

He'd probably still react the same if he did know. From my own character sheet:

"he's fairly driven and aggressive, maybe a bit of a hothead"

So it's in keeping with his character. And I know that he's not going to betray anyone, as does he, so he's probably getting a bit pissed off by now.

I edited the post to reflect the names, and changed it a little bit too. Nothing drastic, just edited the dialogue slightly.

Across Broken Skies [Ace Combat inspired RP]

As the squadron pulled together to herd off the swarming flock of drones, more of them being swatted out of the sky with some effort by Zola and Everett's efforts, the jamming dropped out.
<<"Impressive">> a female voice with a youthful and flirtatious edge sounded over the radio. <<"You did well against my Vogels this time around - especially with the surprise too. Unfortunately, it looks like playtime is over for today. Run along now, little chickens, and we'll play together again soon">>
In a dazzling shower of pyrotechnics, the UCAV's dropped a shower of chaff and flares, breaking away in a starburst pattern and running low toward the horizon as the Excalibur squadron went feet-wet over the Mediterranean and in the direction of the Nimue.
With a burst of static, the CIC was back in touch.
<<"Excalibur squadron, respond! Exacalibur squadron, this is Nimue CIC, please respond!">>
Tired and with a weariness in her voice, Ariella replied, wiping one hand across her face as she toggled the transmit button on her throttle.
"Nimue CIC, this is Lioness, Excalibur One. All aircraft present and accounted for. We were jumped by hostiles during the mission. We got the recon footage, but the surface-to-surface weapons weren't attacked. We're RTB with damage, have crash-crews on standby, over"
<<"Roger Excalibur,">> the CIC responded, the operators voice urgent and loaded with tension. <<"There's more news - the AWACS was shot down during the mission by an unidentified weapon system. The anti-ship weapons may have been decoys, as the fleet were attacked in any event. A hostile unit somehow got within striking distance and caught them unawares - we're receiving reports of the attack now. Intelligence are compiling information, and may have a lead on our next mission. There'll be a full briefing once you RTB and we're underway, over">>
"Roger," replied Ariella, feeling tiredness weigh heavy on her - she realized they'd gone straight from the emergency takeoff at Lossiemouth and the interception mission, to flying to the Nimue, to this mission with barely a chance to catch breath. What she needed was sleep and food, and she had no doubt that the others needed the same. But first, they needed to get back to the comparative safety of the sub-carrier.
"Excalibur squadron, you heard the deal," she reported to the others over the radio. "And thanks, guys, for joining us," she added to the new pilots in the brace of F-14's. "If you hadn't turned up, I think we would've been done for. You kind of broke the enemies' attacks. Good work, and glad to have you with us. Once we get five minutes and a bar, drinks are on me for you both. But in the meantime, we have to get back to the ship and land, ahead of whatever's in store for us next".
Her face set into a grimace under her mask as she considered the events: the strange drones and the weapon used on her plane, the mysterious woman who'd spoken to them, and then the unusual attack on the fleet. She considered all of it before she continued, trying to bolster her comrades confidence in the face of the near-disastrous sortie.
"They caught us on the back foot this time. But now we know they've got these weapons to use, and that means we can fight them. We aren't done yet. In fact, we're just getting started. And we drew blood out of them, even in the face of their attack. Next time, we'll send them running, hard, rather than retreating at their leisure".

Over the miles and with the ocean rolling by under the grey-painted wings of the Kfir, Ariella gave a sigh of relief as the Nimue came into view, waiting to receive the squadron. Banking into a holding pattern, she clicked onto the channel again.
"The rest of you head in first. I took the heaviest damage, and I should land last. That way I don't block the runway and you all end up running out of fuel. If it comes to the worst, I can just punch out and go for a swim... I'll see you all back down there shortly.".
She pulled the Kfir into a circular pattern around the submersible carrier, watching over the others as they went in for their own landing runs, willing each aircraft down safely, and avoiding thinking about her own landing and the challenges it would present.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

vancexentan said
Not a big fan of Kamile but everyone has their own feelings on certain characters.

Kamille is annoying - he goes around in circles. He'll throw a little tantrum at everyone, and then he'll start mellowing out... only to do it all again. Although I can't help thinking it wouldn't be half as bad if anyone ever finished a conversation with him, rather than cutting it short and saying a variation of 'it doesn't matter', or 'you wouldn't understand'. I'd get pissed off with that too.
He is definitely pretty frustrating as a lead character though.

I got my post up, Rowan showing a bit more personality at last, and giving a bit of spine. Thought it was about time he did. Also, didn't mean for him to come across as friendly, so much as co-operating. I should have added more of his tone and attitude in my posts previously.
I had him finish up in the meeting room as I assume that's where he's being escorted to. If that's not the case, then let me know and I'll edit the ending of my post.

Mobile Suit Gundam - Those Who Correct - Crossover

Rowan had moved the Zeta Plus into the hangar space as directed, and paused to listen as the Lieutenant spoke to him again.

"Alright well if that's the case then hopefully you'll love it here. I don't like being back stabbed Mr. Rowan. If this is some sort of elaborate plan then whatever crew you were a part of is going to burn in flames before I die."

He rolled his eyes, tired of the continuing accusations against his character, when he'd done nothing but tell the truth and co-operate as asked.
"I don't know any more ways to tell you I'm not here to screw everyone over, Lieutenant. I've got no 'crew', and nowhere else to go, least of all back to a Zeon-loving ship", he spat bitterly. "But if you want to make an enemy out of me, by all means go on questioning my intentions, motives and morality. I don't happen to like being back-stabbed or double-crossed either. And from having been in the AEUG against the Titans, I've seen plenty of it too. So, yet again, No. I am not your enemy, and I'm not going to be, for all the good that telling you that seems to do".
Tired of the conversation and already having said too much in anger, he shut off the radio with a stabbing press of the control, yanking off his helmet before he climbed out and rode the cockpits' wire-lift to the hangar floor, tucking his helmet under one arm. As the other pilot waiting at floor-level spoke to him, he nodded in acknowledgement, expression softening, but still clouded slightly with annoyance and frustration.
"I understand," he replied as he made it down to the deck. "It can't be easy, if everyone else has been through the being torn away from wherever they were like I have. I'm sure we're all from god knows what places and circumstances," he answered with a sigh, some of the anger having bled away from his earlier scathing tone. "I'm not surprised there's a lot of suspicion going around with so many different groups and factions in the mix. Though, honestly, I'm getting a bit rubbed up the wrong way by having my loyalties questioned so much. I've been nothing but a loyal soldier to the Earth Federation and the AEUG for the better part of ten years; and one dedicated to the better ideals, rather than the facist route the Titans went down."
He grimaced as more armed men walked up, but were at least more polite an accomodating in their requests, as he turned to go with them.
"But I suppose since I came looking for help from an enemy ship, it makes sense; I'd be cautious in your position too. Don't worry, I'll follow your orders. But don't get my willing co-operation with protocol confused with me liking it, or being naive or simple. Being friendly and polite on my part just makes it go better for everyone involved. And I'm not in the habit of being an asshole either, as it so happens. I prefer to try and get along with my prospective allies".
He followed along with the soldiers as directed. He briefly met the eyes of a pilot giving him a curious look, giving a slight nod of acknowledgement and greeting as he passed, glancing around and trying to find something familiar in his surroundings as he followed along to the meeting room, where he took a chair as directed.
Sitting down, the pilot stripped off his gloves, and placed them inside his helmet, left upturned on the table as he waited for someone to come along and inevitably interrogate him about everything that had happened to him so far, and everything he knew and could tell them, much as he'd expect.

GEARs Redux [Winter & Silverwind Blade]

Cool cool - I was thinking maybe just three or four, people to crew the Landcruiser and act as drivers, medics, mechanics and whatever else we need when we need it. And for someone for our characters to talk to when they don't want to talk to each other...!

Maybe create two each, if that sounds good to you?

I figure we can start over the weekend sometime if that's cool with you? I haven't got loads on this weekend (for once!)