>>6306024>>6306029>>6306049>>6306051"Millons! Cover me!" The voice of Marth resounds as their Green GINN follows the opening your volley had made onto the spatially aware pilot-.
Yet... As a you hear a trill by the corner of your ear, you realize the Pilot hadn't fully lost control of their craft.
"Marth, he's juking you!" Ayo calls out as he tackles the Green GINN out of the way, the remaining gunpods of the Moebius following suit by shooting a full volley, Ayon blocking to the best of their intent-.
And soon flying off away as you focused intently on their flight pattern-.
"<span class="mu-i">Spencer, they've got one of my barrels!</span>"
A woman's voice being heard on your ears frightens you on your cockpit as you swerve lightly in your attempt to chase after them-.
>Incoming Targets = 93 (Majour Success)The Mistrals and Moebius immediately notice your flight attempting to chase after a Moebius-Zero quickly turned forth to your location, aiming their weapons upon you as you now intentionally swerved out of the way!
As Railgun rounds and cannon-fire fly errant of your position, allowing you to reshuffle as your other mechanical arm readies a GINN's missile pod for your own use-.
And with clicks upon your targeting interface, a volley of three wire-guided missiles fire off away, breaking apart formations and downing any Mobile Armour that couldn't move away or attempted to speed past the explosive warheads as you cleared your way towards the Moebius.
<span class="mu-i">Discarding away the used rocket-pod as you finally have the Moebius in range of your-!</span>
>Backup = 1 (Critical Failure)<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Yet a railgun round rips cleanly across your rifle, frightening you as your manipulator arm tosses it aside, its carts detonating behind you as alarm pings blare around you!</span></span>
<span class="mu-i">Because you're surrounded in gunpods.</span>
You couldn't see them because of all the weaponry stacked on your hull, Damn it!
You start to struggle maneuvering as your heavier machine leaves the thrust awarded by the engine modifications effectively soft-capped as eight Gunpods try to assail you at any possible range.
"<span class="mu-i">Toledo! Why the hell does ZAFT have a Moebius?!</span>" Yet even moreso as another voice is heard from your ears, A gunpod attempting to cross into your path only for you to use your armoured hull and crash away into it!
"<span class="mu-i">Hell if I know, But that thing'll make a pretty firework if we aim for the explosives!</span>" And as the more assertive voice in your ears calls.
Now is the time you realize you're trapped in enfilade, the Gunbarrels quickly preparing to fire upon you at any moment.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">If you don't do something about it, right as the cannons coil forwards!</span></span>
>Jettison excess equipment and get out of the firing line!>Hail for help, just at the last possible moment!>Pick up one of the D-Type weapons in your hull and blast your way out with extreme force>Write-in 