so does this mean I need to make an IC post too or
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if you guys want to keep posting you don't have to wait for me
Ah, I was under the impression we had to wait for you first lol. I too am a fan of sleeping (more than 12 hours every day), so I guess I'll get a post up tomorrow since it's late atm. Probably will wait 'till after Jed finishes his.
Alrightios, posted.
Sorry if it's a bit shoddy lol, I'm a bit out of it right now.
Sorry if it's a bit shoddy lol, I'm a bit out of it right now.
The battle raged on, their ship itself combating the enemy forces that approached. A stray shot from a Coalition ship lanced itself just around the arm of the Messer, striking a piece of debris from a destroyed MAS instead of her. It wasn't just the Ferirs that she had to mind. It was hard to maneuver while trading fire with other MASs, but the ship fire blocked openings she could've otherwise been able to take. The Wargods had superior numbers after they downed a few Ferirs though, so this particular engagement looked like a solid victory.
... Or rather, it did look like a win to Nat. As the MAS pilots held each other at bay, the Coalition Ferirs were able to single out one of their allies while simultaneously blocking anyone that tried to help their comrade. Everyone on the battlecom heard his desperate cries as the missiles honed on the man with empty point defenses. Nat tried to intercept the attack as she had for Web, as did several others, but their strategy didn't give enough time for the worn-down MAS pilots of the Solace to respond before Jenks' voice was replaced with radio static. The resulting explosion was blinding in multiple ways.
Autocannon fire brought Nat's attention back to herself, the Messer having stalled as she watched one the anti-ship specialist's MAS spin lifelessly through the cold of space. She cursed herself for having made such a rookie mistake as several Ferirs shot at her. Out of the corner of her eyes, as she shot down a missle headed her way with the last of her AM ammo, Nat noticed Jenks' biometer disappear from the HUD of the MAS. She kept repeating in her mind that it was only normal to lose soldiers, that this was the course of war, but apparently she hadn't seen enough ally death for that feeling to go away. She wanted to rip the hole herself.
Nat unclenched her teeth, her jaw aching from how long she'd been stressing the muscles of it. A few deep breaths later, and her teeth were back to clenched. There was too much stress in her head to not channel it somewhere, and it wasn't going anywhere soon seeing as an ally ship had dragged their own group of Coalition MAS's into the fray. She wanted to scream into every mic she had, but she needed all the breath she had to keep moving. Besides, the comm channels were busy enough.
Looking around, there didn't seem to be much Nat could do. She was running low on resources, CQ engagement was risky with their numbers, and the tides had already started to shift away from the UEE forces. That third point was obvious from the collapsing space dock. After that happened, UEE forces either followed soon after or disappeared otherwise, leaving the Solace (and subsequently the Wargods and the Agincourt) with the rest of their problems. Namely, several Coalition ships and two groups of Ferirs. Nat's earlier optimism leaked away from her like a faulty fuel line, torn asunder by plasma weapons and autocannons. A message from the Admiral Bishop of the 5th, accompanied by flares, ordered all the remaining MAS fighters back onto the ship. She wanted to let out the breath she had been holding, but Nat forbid herself from doing so until the timer on her HUD hit 0.
Until that happened however, Nat had one thing left she could do: make it back onto the Solace. She cranked on the Messer's controls, veering away from her current engagement as her allies did the same. Of course, the enemy Ferirs followed suit and tried to keep them from retreating-- or better (for them), down one of them. This was made very clear when Nat noticed a Ferir she accidentally got too close to in her rush tried to stab through her weakened shields with an alloy knife. Luckily, the pilot was as tossed around as she was, so she was able to dodge the thrust. In response, however, the Messer drew its hybrid saber from its shoulder and took a quick swing at the Ferir. The plasma-edged blade skimmed along the surface of the Ferir's arm, only managing to do surface damage and pushing it away a bit. Fortunately, Nat wasn't trying to win any fights anymore, and she capitalized on the stagger of her enemy and dove past the Coalition MAS and towards the Solace's hangar. The time it took for the Ferir to clumsily resituate itself with its gun was enough for the Messer to veer out of any worthwhile aiming range, the Ferir having to make chase before it could make a good shot.
Nat felt herself lurching forward as her MAS made its way into the hangar, a sour sense of relief flooding into as she noticed the others making their way into their respective bays at the same time. As she started to switch off her mech in some weird panic, it took all her muscle control to keep her fist from slamming into the control-board. Once the airlock was set, Nat basically leaped out of the Messer, her knees wobbling a bit as she landed hard on the floor of the hangar. The twenty-five-year-old's helmet tumbled across the floor to the side as she slumped down to her knees, running her hand through the sweat-matted hair on her forehead. It would've looked she was crying if she hadn't gotten up a few seconds after and plucked her piloting helmet off from the ground, recomposing herself as she made her way over to the nearest human being. Focus on the living. She recognized said nearest person as Halcyon, or Erwin Freund.
Her gloved fist rose to lightly punch him in the arm, but instead, her hand just fell onto his shoulder. "Good to see you Freund," Nat whispered, unsure of what expression to make. They didn't know each other awfully well besides the basics, but the face of the kid, no matter how much she empathized with the distraught expression he wore, was comforting beyond belief. So... she decided on giving the boy a weak smile that betrayed the emotions in her eyes. Not everyone was back in the hangar however, so she kept herself from saying anything else in case she jinxed anything.
... Or rather, it did look like a win to Nat. As the MAS pilots held each other at bay, the Coalition Ferirs were able to single out one of their allies while simultaneously blocking anyone that tried to help their comrade. Everyone on the battlecom heard his desperate cries as the missiles honed on the man with empty point defenses. Nat tried to intercept the attack as she had for Web, as did several others, but their strategy didn't give enough time for the worn-down MAS pilots of the Solace to respond before Jenks' voice was replaced with radio static. The resulting explosion was blinding in multiple ways.
Autocannon fire brought Nat's attention back to herself, the Messer having stalled as she watched one the anti-ship specialist's MAS spin lifelessly through the cold of space. She cursed herself for having made such a rookie mistake as several Ferirs shot at her. Out of the corner of her eyes, as she shot down a missle headed her way with the last of her AM ammo, Nat noticed Jenks' biometer disappear from the HUD of the MAS. She kept repeating in her mind that it was only normal to lose soldiers, that this was the course of war, but apparently she hadn't seen enough ally death for that feeling to go away. She wanted to rip the hole herself.
Nat unclenched her teeth, her jaw aching from how long she'd been stressing the muscles of it. A few deep breaths later, and her teeth were back to clenched. There was too much stress in her head to not channel it somewhere, and it wasn't going anywhere soon seeing as an ally ship had dragged their own group of Coalition MAS's into the fray. She wanted to scream into every mic she had, but she needed all the breath she had to keep moving. Besides, the comm channels were busy enough.
Looking around, there didn't seem to be much Nat could do. She was running low on resources, CQ engagement was risky with their numbers, and the tides had already started to shift away from the UEE forces. That third point was obvious from the collapsing space dock. After that happened, UEE forces either followed soon after or disappeared otherwise, leaving the Solace (and subsequently the Wargods and the Agincourt) with the rest of their problems. Namely, several Coalition ships and two groups of Ferirs. Nat's earlier optimism leaked away from her like a faulty fuel line, torn asunder by plasma weapons and autocannons. A message from the Admiral Bishop of the 5th, accompanied by flares, ordered all the remaining MAS fighters back onto the ship. She wanted to let out the breath she had been holding, but Nat forbid herself from doing so until the timer on her HUD hit 0.
Until that happened however, Nat had one thing left she could do: make it back onto the Solace. She cranked on the Messer's controls, veering away from her current engagement as her allies did the same. Of course, the enemy Ferirs followed suit and tried to keep them from retreating-- or better (for them), down one of them. This was made very clear when Nat noticed a Ferir she accidentally got too close to in her rush tried to stab through her weakened shields with an alloy knife. Luckily, the pilot was as tossed around as she was, so she was able to dodge the thrust. In response, however, the Messer drew its hybrid saber from its shoulder and took a quick swing at the Ferir. The plasma-edged blade skimmed along the surface of the Ferir's arm, only managing to do surface damage and pushing it away a bit. Fortunately, Nat wasn't trying to win any fights anymore, and she capitalized on the stagger of her enemy and dove past the Coalition MAS and towards the Solace's hangar. The time it took for the Ferir to clumsily resituate itself with its gun was enough for the Messer to veer out of any worthwhile aiming range, the Ferir having to make chase before it could make a good shot.
Nat felt herself lurching forward as her MAS made its way into the hangar, a sour sense of relief flooding into as she noticed the others making their way into their respective bays at the same time. As she started to switch off her mech in some weird panic, it took all her muscle control to keep her fist from slamming into the control-board. Once the airlock was set, Nat basically leaped out of the Messer, her knees wobbling a bit as she landed hard on the floor of the hangar. The twenty-five-year-old's helmet tumbled across the floor to the side as she slumped down to her knees, running her hand through the sweat-matted hair on her forehead. It would've looked she was crying if she hadn't gotten up a few seconds after and plucked her piloting helmet off from the ground, recomposing herself as she made her way over to the nearest human being. Focus on the living. She recognized said nearest person as Halcyon, or Erwin Freund.
Her gloved fist rose to lightly punch him in the arm, but instead, her hand just fell onto his shoulder. "Good to see you Freund," Nat whispered, unsure of what expression to make. They didn't know each other awfully well besides the basics, but the face of the kid, no matter how much she empathized with the distraught expression he wore, was comforting beyond belief. So... she decided on giving the boy a weak smile that betrayed the emotions in her eyes. Not everyone was back in the hangar however, so she kept herself from saying anything else in case she jinxed anything.
Sorry I haven't posted yet! Been doing... stuff. Will get a post up within 24 hours. At least Myke isn't here to say anything about it yet.
But it's late right now so when I'll do it when I wake up I guess.
But it's late right now so when I'll do it when I wake up I guess.
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Humans are stupid.
I cringed so hard when some middle-aged man went "here is yet another Social Justice Warrior™ who takes great glee in crying 'racism'", and referring to the actions of one person as representative of "the progressives". Is this news? Or is it just Your Average Anti-SJW circlejerk? Bonus points for the clickbait title. Humans are indeed stupid, WeirdTales.
Bonus quotes: "All the sensitive social justice warriors weighed in for their pound of flesh." Is that actually a saying?? What?
"This is tokenism!" [shows image of black man photoshopped into picture; blatantly disregards the actual meaning of 'tokenism']
I would add more but then I realized it was every time he said any buzzword like "social justice warrior", "progressives", "offending", etc.
That is entirely up to you three, do you wish to continue the sparring for a bit? or do you want me start moving you guys onwards?
It doesn't really matter to me, I'd be up for either. Personally though, I'd just wrap it up and transition. We three could just make a hybrid combat/plot post, you know what I mean? If the other two want to do some more combat though, I'm down.
Alright, my first post is done and up. Hope it's okay.
Eight remained out of the original twelve pilots of the "Wargods" 3rd squadron. In other words, four MAS pilots had been killed in the failed defense of Cerol, and the slaughter had yet to end. The EENS Solace was being attacked yet again, and according to Rexer, there were eight Ferir IIs this time. The commands were simple: take care of the enemy MAS's and don't let them near the ship.
At squadron leader Simm's battle-cry, Natalie flipped a few switches and her dashboard lit up for what she hoped would be the final time for this battle. Gripping the controls, she could feel the internal mechanisms whirring into action as the MAS switched into gear. As soon as the HUD appeared, information flooded the Messer's screen, some of it courtesy of her fellow soldier 'Web' Darley, who was springing into action before her MAS was even fully active. One of the Fenrir's on the left of the enemy formation lit up in an explosion, tearing through its armor like paper. Nat smirked at this, knowing she was going to have to make up for lost time if Web had already taken one of eight enemy Mas's down.
Web called out his shot, and at that, the Coalition formation broke apart. Nat noted the others as they began to go on the offensive, the lights of boosters and blasters filling her peripheral, and in particular she noticed that Freund kid going in with his stealth mechanisms activated. He couldn't have much more juice left in that thing, so he'd have to make it count. In the same vein, Natalie had to do the same, considering her ammunition was drawing a little on the low side. Not dangerously, but to a worrying degree if there would be much more fighting after this. Her MAS had more than enough energy in it to last though, so as the others started their attacks, Nat launched into action. There were seven left, scattered into the battlefield after Web's sudden attack left them reeling with the revelation that they were fighting MAS pilots a little better than most.
Nat knew that Halcyon was going in with his cloaking devices up, so she focused her attention on the more up-front Ferirs. Committing to anything seemed a bit risky at the moment, so the Messer strafed out of what enemy fire she could as she unloaded some rounds into the enemy with her M291A autocannon. It wasn't much, but it was something. Luckily, her intuition to stay out of trouble was right, as some others had gotten into their own sticky situations. Several sets of brackets lit up in her view as missiles flew past, following an ally MAS into the area below the belly of the ship. It took her a moment, but it registered with Nat that it was the Old Crow that was being hunted down with missiles. The enemy had probably locked onto him as he was the one who made the powerful first shot.
Web managed to keep a few of the missiles away, but there were plenty more coming his way. How long he could hold out, it was anyone's guess, but Nat wasn't about to find out. "I gotcha, Web," she called out as her MAS quickly intercepted the heat coming Web's way, shooting down a couple of the still incoming missiles with her MAS's head-mounted machine guns. Before the Ferirs could launch anything at her, the Messer fired the last two of her claymore missiles at one of the assaulting Coalition MAS's, sliding back after the missiles went live. Nat's interception wasn't too surprising to most of the enemies, but luckily, the Ferir she'd chosen as a target was too focused on downing Web that they'd failed to noticed Nat's attack soon enough. The first missile was shot down by a panicked shot from the Ferir's autocannon, but the explosion was too close and left the MAS reeling back with minor damages to the armor. The second, however, flew in and made direct contact with one of the weakened sections of its armor. The resulting explosion ripped through the Coalition MAS, boring a massive hole into its side. Suffice to say, the Ferir was totaled in a matter of seconds. Nat felt a bit of a grin form on her lips. "One down."
As a result of her interception, the heat shifted off of Web a bit, allowing for some more breathing room for him. Nat's defenses were still up and able, evasive maneuvers removing the bulk of the attacks from her shields.
At squadron leader Simm's battle-cry, Natalie flipped a few switches and her dashboard lit up for what she hoped would be the final time for this battle. Gripping the controls, she could feel the internal mechanisms whirring into action as the MAS switched into gear. As soon as the HUD appeared, information flooded the Messer's screen, some of it courtesy of her fellow soldier 'Web' Darley, who was springing into action before her MAS was even fully active. One of the Fenrir's on the left of the enemy formation lit up in an explosion, tearing through its armor like paper. Nat smirked at this, knowing she was going to have to make up for lost time if Web had already taken one of eight enemy Mas's down.
Web called out his shot, and at that, the Coalition formation broke apart. Nat noted the others as they began to go on the offensive, the lights of boosters and blasters filling her peripheral, and in particular she noticed that Freund kid going in with his stealth mechanisms activated. He couldn't have much more juice left in that thing, so he'd have to make it count. In the same vein, Natalie had to do the same, considering her ammunition was drawing a little on the low side. Not dangerously, but to a worrying degree if there would be much more fighting after this. Her MAS had more than enough energy in it to last though, so as the others started their attacks, Nat launched into action. There were seven left, scattered into the battlefield after Web's sudden attack left them reeling with the revelation that they were fighting MAS pilots a little better than most.
Nat knew that Halcyon was going in with his cloaking devices up, so she focused her attention on the more up-front Ferirs. Committing to anything seemed a bit risky at the moment, so the Messer strafed out of what enemy fire she could as she unloaded some rounds into the enemy with her M291A autocannon. It wasn't much, but it was something. Luckily, her intuition to stay out of trouble was right, as some others had gotten into their own sticky situations. Several sets of brackets lit up in her view as missiles flew past, following an ally MAS into the area below the belly of the ship. It took her a moment, but it registered with Nat that it was the Old Crow that was being hunted down with missiles. The enemy had probably locked onto him as he was the one who made the powerful first shot.
Web managed to keep a few of the missiles away, but there were plenty more coming his way. How long he could hold out, it was anyone's guess, but Nat wasn't about to find out. "I gotcha, Web," she called out as her MAS quickly intercepted the heat coming Web's way, shooting down a couple of the still incoming missiles with her MAS's head-mounted machine guns. Before the Ferirs could launch anything at her, the Messer fired the last two of her claymore missiles at one of the assaulting Coalition MAS's, sliding back after the missiles went live. Nat's interception wasn't too surprising to most of the enemies, but luckily, the Ferir she'd chosen as a target was too focused on downing Web that they'd failed to noticed Nat's attack soon enough. The first missile was shot down by a panicked shot from the Ferir's autocannon, but the explosion was too close and left the MAS reeling back with minor damages to the armor. The second, however, flew in and made direct contact with one of the weakened sections of its armor. The resulting explosion ripped through the Coalition MAS, boring a massive hole into its side. Suffice to say, the Ferir was totaled in a matter of seconds. Nat felt a bit of a grin form on her lips. "One down."
As a result of her interception, the heat shifted off of Web a bit, allowing for some more breathing room for him. Nat's defenses were still up and able, evasive maneuvers removing the bulk of the attacks from her shields.
Time to start reading all the IC posts! Or skimming them, more likely. Just posting to say hi.
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I would talk about Overwatch but I still haven't actually played it...
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