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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Wed 22 Oct 2025 04:04:58 No. 6321521 Report >>6321520 It's been... <span class="mu-i">A long time since you've gone full duty as a ZAFT pilot</span>.
But as you stare at the projected image on the map from the planning room, you are somewhat held in shock at what's being held at stake.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">An ORB Satellite Colony is producing Mobile Suit weapons for the Earth Alliance.</span></span>
This is... Unprecedented, specially with how the ORB union explicitly abstained from participating or endorsing any move over the war.
Pragmatism possibly learned from the subjugation campaign of the south-american federation.
But this could change... A lot, <span class="mu-i">if the intel isn't misleading like the last mission you've been assigned in tandem with the <span class="mu-s">Le Creuset squadron.</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Wed 22 Oct 2025 04:06:27 No. 6321522 Report >>6321521 >Earlier that day. You take a look back at your bunkmate's copy of their graduation photo...
Smirking lightly, remembering the exaltation you had felt at finally properly being inducted into ZAFT after...
<span class="mu-i">The Recovery at the last, disastrous end for the Grimaldi Front</span>.
Putting it back by their wall-mount you ready up your green-coat for the day just as the airlock of the bunkbed slides open.
"Ah, Done with your duties, right?" As Amalfi reached up to your side, he too looked over towards the picture frame by his side of the room "Y'know, you could ask Rusty for a Copy, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." The green haired boy looked affably at the daring pose he had for the photograph...
"I'm sure he wouldn't, but, <span class="mu-i">it'd be a bit odd to ask for a copy of a Photo I don't show up in, right?</span>" Nicol gave a shrug for an answer to that one as you slung one arm to the arm-sleeve of your jacket "Margellan hasn't been calling for me, has he?" You ask right ahead as the boy shook their head.
"Not that I know of, <span class="mu-i">The Nemo</span> is currently servicing some passing by MS deployments before we embark to today's mission." Yeah...
That... <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Is a thing that had happened as soon as you shipped back to the PLANT's.</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Wed 22 Oct 2025 04:08:13 No. 6321523 Report >>6321522 >July 2nd, CE 70. The Freikugel, due to damages sustained during the siege and then trap of Endymion, had managed to avoid being redirected into any retaliatory strikes or direct combat.
Although, you wouldn't have known that, your stunt attempting to escape the boiling-hot lunar fortress having not only trashed your Mobile Armour and broke an arm of yours... <span class="mu-i">But knocking you out for the whole month of travel it took to get back to the safety of the PLANT colonies</span>
To say that you did not get a hero's welcome after all the sacrifices and empty promises of the failed front...
It was obvious, the people coming back having been skilled, lucky or both at the same time but nevertheless, no exploit to record within the campsign would ever be spoken of in bright lights.
<span class="mu-i">That applied to everyone... <span class="mu-s">But you.</span></span>
As you were picked up by none other than Siegel Clyne in a covert manner, Limousine outwardly familiar to your first time meeting the supreme chairman of the PLANT council and-.
Well, He didn't really strike much of a conversation as Margellan roughly grasped by the collar of your trainee shirt "You Asshole! Not only do you manage to get drafted in Zala's power-delusional war-march but almost get yourself killed within it?! The hell would my projects do if the jackass I'm getting my main data from just up-and-died showing off in the damn moon?!"
You weren't exactly fine with it during then. <span class="mu-i">In hindsight, you realize by then Margellan had just revealed he did somewhat care about your well-being...</span>
The limo ride however, did come with new directions by Clyne. After he wanted to make thoroughly sure you still wanted to participate as part of ZAFT after Endymion.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Wed 22 Oct 2025 04:12:08 No. 6321526 Report >>6321523 The first of all the Chairman'd say, and in agreement of Margellan's who'd started getting fed up with the bureaucracy of war efforts in regards to his pet projects...
<span class="mu-i">Was that Margellan was planning to step down as Chief Engineer of the whole of ZAFT, being granted a customized Laurasia-class vessel to take as many engineers and mechanics crew he personally could vouch for...</span>
And it was all to support you, as your performance in Endymion spoke rather brightly of your capabilities, doubly so as a Black-Band pilot, the first of their kind within ZAFT's organization, not even done with their training.
And reportedly felling three battleships and most importantly... <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Being lauded as the instrumental piece behind the dismantling of the Earth Alliance's spatial-awareness corps.</span></span>
You've heard of a lot of epithets coming from that, most of them some you wouldn't like being refered to because of outright mentions of treason or betrayal in them.
But one did catch your attention, and most importantly, ZAFT's as the standard as an Alliance press-release judged to have been vandalized and published by South-American Federation allies had revealed the fear that the surviving fleets of the Lunar Base had felt after confirming your Red Moebius had destroyed their precious corps.
<span class="mu-i">And Fear hath made them lose their spine, thus, christening you as "<span class="mu-s">Mind-Killer</span>" for all that ZAFT could care.</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">There were however still, something you had to take care of before reporting ahead to the main meeting the Le Creuset Squad would have upon your arrival to the operation Zone.</span></span>
>Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure. >Grabbing your daily ration from the mess hall, you'd forgotten entirely about it. >Checking in with Margellan over the Nemo, Surely you'd be allowed the shuttle-time with his permission Anonymous
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>>6321526 >Grabbing your daily ration from the mess hall, you'd forgotten entirely about it. Anonymous
>>6321526 >Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure. Black band, black paint job?
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>>6321526 >Checking in with Margellan over the Nemo, Surely you'd be allowed the shuttle-time with his permission Anonymous
>>6321784 +1 for great democracy
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>>6321526 >Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Tue 28 Oct 2025 12:53:20 No. 6324711 Report >>6321526 >>6321784 >>6323998 >>6324306 You did acknowledge one particular thing had happened as you endeavoured in your latest operation.
Supply Ships beginning to get attacked by Alliance forces around Lagrange point 3... <span class="mu-i">Coincidentally lining up with Alliance Forces trying to establish a choke-point station within it</span>
Still, with just two days of arriving here, it seems the data could have been fake. A deviation intended to put ZAFT resources and supplies in an otherwise isolated position across the fronts in the earth and space.
And yet, as you float ahead of the locking airlock of the Vesalius' hangar, <span class="mu-s">you immediately lock eyes with your machine.</span>
The GINN hadn't received an out-there Paint-job, while you did hit the Ace requirements on Endymion, the situation of the loss of the base as well as your own precarious situation as the lone Natural pilot in ZAFT's forces couldn't quite allow you that designation... Yet.
<span class="mu-i">Though you were allowed one small modification, as you finish painting over the right arm of the GINN, a black-band around it. As maintenance crew floats away, thanking you for lending them a hand</span>.
"Man, having the Nemo following us around really eases our workload!" One of them jabs at their co-worker as the latter sighs.
"Maybe, but the Creuset Squad's Mobile Suits are getting reclaimed after that last mission." You do raise an eyebrow at that comment... <span class="mu-i">Margellan had said something on that regard beforehand.</span>
A brief encounter with the One-Man Army had damaged all but Rusty's and Athrun's Mobile Suits, supply lines stretched tightly by that Alliance Mercenary destroying stations across the way had made it impossible to restore them to working condition.
<span class="mu-i"> Which, you'd instantly assumed had been the reasoning why Athrun showed up into the hangar, looking wearied for a moment before putting their best face ahead</span>.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Tue 28 Oct 2025 12:54:22 No. 6324712 Report >>6324711 Hailing away at Athrun as you floated right beside him, the young man gives you a curt nod as he looks to their red-plated CGUE with remarkable apprehension.
"Why did I even need it fresh from the academy...?" Athrun commented away as you just looked to parts of its leg fusselage being welded and repaired.
Thruthfully, that had been a notable exemption for all the group, assigned GINNs as well as with the remaining escort group of pilots... <span class="mu-i">Except for Patrick Zala's son receiving an almost-Ace level machine off-the-bat</span>
"Yzak at least stopped being mad at it, and it managed to survive that surprise attack by-." Athrun seemed to sour his mood as you reminded them of the attack, himself instinctually scoffing before realizing his reaction.
"Sorry... I just don't like this clear level of favoritism... Unlike Captain Le Creuset. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">I didn't earn this.</span></span>" Looking towards the machine being repaired, you maintain your silence...
<span class="mu-i">Because Siegel Clyne had precise instructions over what you could and couldn't say about Edymion.</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Tue 28 Oct 2025 12:55:48 No. 6324713 Report >>6324712 >July 7nth, CE 70. Your reintegration to the academy had raised some eyebrows not only for what state media had admitted as much about your involvement.
But also because you had an arm slung on a cast, something that, while attempted to be mocked by for, did illustrate that you participated in the fighting altogether.
And yet... Not entirely the most notable part of your day as Margellan raised an eyebrow to Siegel Clyne's words within the Academy's private chamber.
"Chairman Clyne... The hell?" As Margellan seemed apalled by the idea of Clyne's suggestion on only parroting information that coincides with state media...
You too, were slightly bothered at the gag order, right until the older man explained.
"Endymion... <span class="mu-i">Has been a devastating blow to both the Alliance and ZAFT</span>, and I fear the methods by which we'd try to justify it would stoke the flames of hatred even further." The older man held by his glass of cognac as Margellan's brow just furtherned "I am trying my best to create narratives that will not endanger us further... <span class="mu-i">And that means making note of the one Natural pilot in the engagement, curating their image...</span>"
And thus Margellan interjected as he groaned "And blur the line between Natural and Coordinator... Siegel, <span class="mu-s">I'm not a masterful liar but even I know this isn't going to work long-term.</span>"
And the older man had replied then and there, as you and Margellan had raised brows in concern about what he truly meant by...
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">And it won't, but just for a moment... If it can be all over by then.</span></span>"
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Tue 28 Oct 2025 12:59:58 No. 6324714 Report >>6324713 That much had been a shake-up as the kinder person you'd had impressed yourself for Chairman Clyne being...
<span class="mu-i">But it's been Seven months since then and the war had <span class="mu-s">only turned itself into a protracted stalemate.</span></span>
Doing final adjustments to your craft, you prepare yourself for a routine patrol for the one man army the Alliance had hired to pester this Sector as you hail communication lines across the supply stations.
Well until you had someone calling for you from the Nemo itself, raising an eyebrow at the surprise as Margelland didn't have anything in particular to report-.
"Yo! Frieden, readying for a scheduled search?" Rusty responded from the other end of the comm line as your features softened up to their jovially enthusiastic tone.
"Pretty much, How's your GINN holding up?" You ask away as Rusty shakes their hand sideways.
"Well, the bullet fragments have been cleared up, but the internals are a worry, ETA's a week from now for me to go back to duty, but Yzak and Dearka probably took the worst brunt of it." Rusty rubs the nape of their neck "They uh... <span class="mu-i">Still aren't pissy about that Blue GINN</span>, right?"
That one... That had been the MS the one-man army mercenary of the Alliance had been seen with.
"Athrun would have me believe they still are." You had nonchalantly mentioned from your exchange with the ace pilot "But I know you enough by now that you always forget to hail good luck if you aren't present, what's the biz?"
Rusty's eyes go wide as he soon seems to fumble with the pockets within his coat "Oh, yeah, Crap! I think I left it at my bunk!" As he panics lightly, you simply look at him with a raised eyebrow as he looks back to the camera "I was meaning to give you a copy of our graduation photo, Since the Nemo has the means for it, I'd just remembered-."
You laugh softly as Rusty just pouts, slightly embarrassed at his own mistake "It's fine, <span class="mu-i">I don't show up in it since I took it. I'm not hung up about it.</span>" Rusty however, seemed to think otherwise.
"I mean, yeah but... <span class="mu-i">Miguel didn't seem all that pleased about you taking it...</span>" Yeah, him...
"I've got to go, Rusty. You'll shuttle back to the Vesalius after your repairs are finished for the cycle?" You ask away only for them to affirm, closing the comms line as you link up to the MS you're partnering with for patrol.
"Alright, Black-Band. On your best performance today!"
And as Aiman quickly readied themselves up to launch ahead of you, So did a slight glimpse at their Orange GINN show upon your main camera before being loaded into the catapult...
Right into your own turn.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"Frieden Moon, Launching!"</span></span>
>Roll 2d100+10 Anonymous
Rolled 86, 45 + 10 = 141 (2d100 + 10) >>6324714 Do I remember how to roll?
Anonymous
Rolled 14, 37 + 10 = 61 (2d100 + 10) >>6324714 Anonymous
Rolled 82, 88 + 10 = 180 (2d100 + 10) >>6324714 roll roll roll
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Rolled 3, 7 + 10 = 20 (2d100 + 10) >>6324714 MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Wed 29 Oct 2025 13:21:12 No. 6325190 Report >>6324714 >>6324745 >>6324750 >>6324762 Launching straight out of the Nazca-Class' Catapult, you flip on the targetting and reconnaissance sensors as you boost away and stop dead within Aiman's GINN.
"Now, one of the stations started sounding combat alarm signals, but this bastard's slippery enough as it is that they're convinced it's a false alarm." Aiman informed you in as you racked the Rifle in your MS' hands... <span class="mu-i">Just to be prepared</span>
That reigned true to Dearka and Nicol's statements that this Mercenary was fast and agile, the notable part of their accounts in regards to Yzak's recount of it being dumb luck being the weaponry of this GINN.
A Recoil-less Rifle... <span class="mu-i">You'd certainly wouldn't like to be hit anywhere with the firepower of that thing.</span>
Following along with Miguel's pace as he surveiled the surroundings with their main camera...
"Maybe we're all just extremely twitchy... There is no way this man can keep a month long campaign without the station's having found his resupply ship." You try to focus away, even as your own wariness over the Blue GINN surmounts to trying to-.
"Shut up if you're going to start with the quitter talk, Black-Band." Miguel sensibly puts an end to your deliberation as you just sigh in an attempt to reign in your own anticipation.
Although, the thought still gnaws at you, because this campaign has lasted enough for Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius to be mobilized in an attempt to quell it...
Now, while you yourself are second-rated as a member because of being a greencoat, Le Creuset had garnered enough prestige out of a quarter-decade of service and his commanding skill at the disaster of Endymion and following retaliatory attacks that he'd been given the newly-minted Vesalius, Nazca-Class vessel.
Departing just as it did with the complimentary Nemo mechanics and resupply vessel along with it... Though Margellan seemed less-than-enthusiastic about his association with the White Phantom.
"Alright, we're here...!" Miguel's GINN takes an abrupt stop, revving their thrusters in stand-by as they looked around "<span class="mu-s">Show yourself, Bastard!</span>" His taunting doesn't seem to yield much result, even as you join in looking ahead of him "This blue bastard's hounded me back during Nova, I'm coming with a payback!"
The battle of Nova had begun to wane by the time you'd arrived back to the PLANT colonies... To think he skipped the relief after such a disaster to board the Gram and continue on ahead into the last majour frontline assault so far...
<span class="mu-i">You'd think not of how you'd ask him why he seeked so much glory outright.</span>
And yet, as you looked off into a particular part of this blank, inky black vacuum within Lagrange Point 3...
>Senses = 96 (Majour Success) MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Wed 29 Oct 2025 13:24:16 No. 6325191 Report >>6325190 >>6324745 >>6324750 >>6324762 There was a twinkle far out there, as your whole spine tingled ahead upon it, quickly shifting your MS Gears as the supply station escort hadn't come to realize it just yet.
"Moon, where the hell-?!" Aiman calls out to you as you disengage from them and dash forth, raising your rifle ahead of this now vanishing star...
And outright finding it as it leaned close, attempting to shoot its missile-rifle ahead to one of the escorts just in time for your sudden appearance making them reconsider...-
And the supply base escorts suddenly realizing the threat "What the-?!" Racking their rifles, the two escorts beging blind-firi g across the trail of the now-identified Blue GINN.
Each shot missing as the mercenary pilot takes advantage of the tracer rounds in the machine-guns to disappear once again.
>Corner = 98 (Majour Success) Yet you boost ahead, following your gut instinct as the escort GINNs take defensive positions of their supply station, dashing away towards that strange, odd feeling across it-.
And noticing Aiman already following ahead from your lead "<span class="mu-s">I got 'im!</span>"
Right upon as you both soon corner, rifles locked ahead to it as the Blue GINN stops suddenly.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Yet, pointing its Recoil-less rifle at Miguel's GINN, You already had noticed it revving it's long, wingspanned thrusters.</span></span>
>Aim and shoot quickly! If you take down those thrusters... >Close in the distance and either Disarm or trap them! Once you're this close... >Disengage and then follow their trail with your instincts! There'll be a better time to strike than now... Anonymous
>>6325191 >>Aim and shoot quickly! If you take down those thrusters... Anonymous
>>6325191 >Aim and shoot quickly! If you take down those thrusters... Anonymous
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>>6325191 >Close in the distance and either Disarm or trap them! Once you're this close... MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Thu 30 Oct 2025 11:27:10 No. 6325652 Report >>6325191 >>6325497 >>6325501 Miguel flinched lightly at the large weapon being pointed at their GINN, forgoing a quick, evasive maneuver as their thrusters moved their machine aside-.
[
https://files.catbox.moe/f170rw.mp3 ]
<span class="mu-i">A maneuver intentionally pulled off by the Blue GINN's mercenary pilot as they finally activated their thruster set</span>, force stunning you as they attempted to shake off both of your machines in pursuit!
"Damn it, Get back here!" Aiman called out as you tried and failed to nail a shot, in a split moment, the completely still GINN becoming a blazing meteor disengaging from you both...
And attempting to continue their target runs as you and Aiman follow along with it, quickly noticing two things.
The first, was that the escorts in the Stations weren't going to be of much aid, their shots broadly missing and whatever pilots attempted to block the mercenary's path or otherwise impair them physically just being outright yoked around.
And the second, more pressing one is that your sheer GINN's performance is <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Lagging behind</span></span>
You take notice of Aiman's modifications to engine components and thruster output as well as the technique he's using in AMBAC motions to try and catch up but doing so is forgoing actually nailing the Mercenary as they prepare their next shot...
"<span class="mu-s">No, you don't!!</span>" Miguel's orange GINN rockets ahead as he does, catching up in just a blink of an eye as you held out your rifle extended ahead...
<span class="mu-i">Praying for a hit as the GINN tries to ready a kill-shot on a supply station</span>
>Roll 2d100 Anonymous
Rolled 77, 52 = 129 (2d100) >>6325652 Anonymous
Rolled 65, 40 = 105 (2d100) >>6325652 Anonymous
Rolled 36, 49 = 85 (2d100) >>6325652 Cmon, let's hit em!
Anonymous
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Fri 31 Oct 2025 19:45:27 No. 6326161 Report >>6325652 >>6325679 >>6325711 >>6325801 "Miguel! Spread out!" You call put as your targeting interface struggles with the distance you're attempting to make the shot with...
<span class="mu-i">Yet, the Ace Pilot just flies on over, intending to stop the mercenary GINN's shot physically, as the hairs at the end of your neck rise up in goosebumps</span>.
>Spray volley = 77 (Minour Success) But you took the shot anyway, guided somewhat by a strange hunch in your gut as the bullets flew sprayed disorderly from your machine-gun, boosting ahead as you tried to close the gap.
"Watch your fire, <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Natural!</span></span>" Aiman dodges away from the stray shots, now raising their rifle as they closed the optimal distance for it-
<span class="mu-s">Right as the GINN's recoil-less rifle let out its first rocket shot.</span>
Miguel intercepts it, a blast ensuing from the bullet ripping through the explosive warhead as he's forced to take up thrust-force to avoid being rocked back by the expansive force.
Right as the Mercenary GINN likewise has to hold their ground... <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Right into your line-of-fire!</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Fri 31 Oct 2025 19:47:33 No. 6326163 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 10 + 20 (1d100 + 20) >>6325679 >>6325711 >>6325801 >>6326161 "Miguel! Spread out!" You call put as your targeting interface struggles with the distance you're attempting to make the shot with...
<span class="mu-i">Yet, the Ace Pilot just flies on over, intending to stop the mercenary GINN's shot physically, as the hairs at the end of your neck rise up in goosebumps</span>.
>Spray volley = 77 (Minour Success) But you took the shot anyway, guided somewhat by a strange hunch in your gut as the bullets flew sprayed disorderly from your machine-gun, boosting ahead as you tried to close the gap.
"Watch your fire, <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Natural!</span></span>" Aiman dodges away from the stray shots, now raising their rifle as they closed the optimal distance for it-
<span class="mu-s">Right as the GINN's recoil-less rifle let out its first rocket shot.</span>
Miguel intercepts it, a blast ensuing from the bullet ripping through the explosive warhead as he's forced to take up thrust-force to avoid being rocked back by the expansive force.
Right as the Mercenary GINN likewise has to hold their ground... <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Right into your line-of-fire!</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Fri 31 Oct 2025 19:50:33 No. 6326169 Report Rolled 10 + 20 (1d100 + 20) >>6325679 >>6325711 >>6325801 "Miguel! Cover-!" You call out attempting to get the orange GINN to react quickly as you raise up your rifle to the defenseless Mercenary-.
<span class="mu-i">Would-be...</span> As they draw a folding knife from their MS Waist, <span class="mu-s">dashing ahead towards you!</span>
>CQC = 52 (Minour Success) You clinch your teeth, fighting the momentum of your dash as the blue GINN tackles you head-on, deftly flicking the knife into active position as they pushed you, stabbing forth towards your GINN's weapon arm.
Yet, as you recover and dampen from the shock, you move ahead, locking your GINN's arm to the fuselage of the Blue GINN, gripping tightly and pulling into them for a kick into their center of mass-
Yet that move, as reckless and dangerous as it seemed paid off as the Mercenary pulled back, jettisoning away as Aiman followed pursuit just as you raised your weapon towards them-
Right as you realize that same maneuver botched the mercenary's attack, though not without slight success as you realize your Machine-Gun's receiver had been punctured through, making you discard the now useless weapon as you drew out your heavy blade.
Aiman had gotten into the groove as they followed along the GINN, cutting off their firing positions and even forcing them to expend their precious rounds in short bursts of self-defense which-.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Allows you both once again to corner them as their recoil-less rifle clicks.</span></span>
"Tch! You break up a good sweat, Mercenary!" Aiman threw in shaded praise as the Blue MS pulled another folding knife "Figures I'd remember you back at Boaz... <span class="mu-i">What name shall I remember as I let you taste the vacuum of space?</span>"
You're a bit short-of-patience for the theatrics, wanting to get the threat done and the supply stations safe altogether but-...
But the Mercenary opens their comms line as a particularly deep voice comes from the other end.
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Gai Murakumo, of the Serpent's Tail.</span></span>"
>Roll 1d100-10 Anonymous
Rolled 82 - 10 (1d100 - 10) >>6326169 Anonymous
Rolled 44 - 10 (1d100 - 10) >>6326169 Goodbye, Gai.
(not really)
Anonymous
Rolled 17 - 10 (1d100 - 10) >>6326169 Anonymous
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Rolled 12 - 10 (1d100 - 10) >>6326169 MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:XE62A+2r Sat 01 Nov 2025 22:11:15 No. 6326623 Report Rolled 96 + 5 (1d100 + 5) >>6326169 >>6326172 >>6326193 >>6326308 You held off away, as the Mercenary seemed to just dignify the request as their GINN shuffled lightly.
"Hmph." Aiman just scoffed as their GINN pointed towards the mercenary's cockpit "See to it that the <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Magic Bullet of Dusk</span></span> has finally made you meet your end." Miguel's confident posturing made you wary of what the Mercenary was doing...
<span class="mu-i">And with reason, as you could notice slitting upon the GINN's knees opening up, standing in alert-</span>
<span class="mu-s">As a bright flash envelops your whole sensors and camera arrays, Hidden flash bombs blinding you and Aiman as the ace pilot groaned</span>
"Coward! Face your end with-!" Aiman called out as you could hear their GINN repositioning-.
>Senses = 72 (Minour Success) [
https://files.catbox.moe/ica03w.mp3 ]
Even blinded, your spine chilled, suddenly yoking aside as something grazes your GINN's shoulder, damage diagnostics quickly recognizing an embedded object within your sword-arm.
Right as your overloaded senses wind down, letting you see the Blue GINN having missed a tackle on an approaching escort patrol, Aiman following behind them as he threw off their now empty machine gun behind them!
"Let's cut to the chase! <span class="mu-s">You're dying here Mercenary!</span>" Aiman pulled their GINN's sword from their hip, reaching ever closer towards the Mercenary's GINN as you looked towards your GINN's shoulder.
<span class="mu-i">One of those same knives he was using embedded to it... For something so small, how could it damage a GINN Rifle so easily?</span>
Your answer comes as you try to rip it out, the current inputted by your GINN's weaponry system visibly making the small knife vibrate as it cuts its way out of its position.
<span class="mu-i">This... Is a new kind of weapon, Margellan would like to have a look at it.</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">But there is still the matter of the Mercenary.</span></span>
>Search immediately for the Mercenary and aid Miguel in dispatching them >Leave the Mercenary to Miguel and instead secure the Supply stations >Get a new rifle from the supply stations escorts and try to make up for the lost time Anonymous
>>6326623 >Search immediately for the Mercenary and aid Miguel in dispatching them we can't leave him alone, specially with that high roll, lmao
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>>6326623 >Leave the Mercenary to Miguel and instead secure the Supply stations I think we probably should let him deal with it, and make sure the stations are safe.
Anonymous
>>6326672 +1 I agree, we should lend a hand even if danger is high
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:GPwje3TE Tue 04 Nov 2025 13:00:41 No. 6327692 Report >>6326623 >>6326672 >>6327539 Finding out how to flick the knife close wasn't something you could do in the precious few seconds of this attack, the lightly shivering blade of steel in your GINN's offhand being a constant as you dashed towards Miguel's fight with the GINN.
Something was clear as you could see it, even with all of these advantages in speed and the Mercenary's clear piloting prowess.
<span class="mu-i">Their GINN was not built for mobile suit combat as Aiman successfully cleaves away some of their slitted armour off!</span>
"<span class="mu-i">Natural!</span> Get the hell out of here if you don't intend to-!" You close in, cornering a getaway from the mercenary pilot as Aiman shuts themselves up "Good, at least you're useful... Tell your Serpent's Tail that-!"
Miguel shuts himself up from gloating as the Blue Mobile Suit suicidially charges back towards them, one vibrating knife in its hand...
<span class="mu-i">The result... A clear exchange of blows, <span class="mu-s">Miguel's GINN having lost an arm and the Mercenary's being stabbed through the chest.</span></span>
"Tch! Lucky blow! No one'll save you now. <span class="mu-s">I've won!</span>" Miguel's confident gloating as they dash away of the mobile suit...
Become ill-suited as you both visibly see the pilot evading their doomed craft, an alternate cockpit placement and escape having turned the fatal counter-attack into just a wreck.
<span class="mu-s">Right as the Blue GINN speeds up towards a supply station, speed-performance inputted towards the singular goal of turning its ruined husk into a missile!</span>
"No! The supply station!" Miguel calls out, defenseless to do anything with the damage and lack of weapons their GINN have...
<span class="mu-s">And yet, seeing Miguel's piloting motions... <span class="mu-i">You can attempt replicating them, but then what to do with the GINN?!</span></span>
>Use your own heavy-blade in an attempt to smash its thrusters... If the heat doesn't warp it >Use the new knife you've acquired and bisect the Mobile Suit... If you can reach and the reach favours whatever may happen afterwards. >Attempt to tackle it off-course... While the safest bet, it wouldn't guarantee veering it away. Anonymous
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>>6327692 >Use the new knife you've acquired and bisect the Mobile Suit... If you can reach and the reach favours whatever may happen afterwards. Anonymous
>>6327692 >Use your own heavy blade in an attempt to smash its thrusters, if the heat doesn't warp it Anonymous
>>6327692 >Use your own heavy blade in an attempt to smash its thrusters, if the heat doesn't warp it MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:GPwje3TE Fri 07 Nov 2025 00:40:46 No. 6328843 Report >>6327692 >>6328831 >>6328834 Thoughts race through your head disorderly as in just a moment, you struggled with what to do with the near-certain killing hit to the station.
<span class="mu-i">Tackling it... Didn't guarantee it would actually switch its course.</span>
<span class="mu-i">The knives! In particular <span class="mu-s">the one in your GINN's hand</span>... But even if sharp enough to cleave and diverge the heavy thruster set from the rest of the body, <span class="mu-s">The reach will end up being an issue.</span></span>
And yet all of that went in a blink, <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">as you pull your thrust full-speed ahead.</span></span>
You'd seen the moves... <span class="mu-i">And accounted so far for every little variation in them.</span>
"W-what the-?!" Miguel called out upon the comms "<span class="mu-i">Natural!</span> Get the hell away from-!" And with even that call-out.
You just reached forth towards the mobile suit, warnings blaring upon your cockpit at the sheer strain you're pushing your GINN into just to catch up to it.
Plates upon your left-ward arm falling off as you prepared to swing back, managing to catch closer and closer to the blue missile at just a scant reach-.
<span class="mu-i">And gritting your teeth as your GINN's legs sparks, blowing open in fuselage as the proximity to the sheer heat exhaust of the customized mercenary MS no doubt didn't help it</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">You have one swing... And you have to make it count!</span></span>
>Roll 2d100 Anonymous
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>>6327692 >Use your own heavy-blade in an attempt to smash its thrusters... If the heat doesn't warp it Anonymous
Anonymous
Rolled 68, 47 = 115 (2d100)
Anonymous
Rolled 3, 20 = 23 (2d100) >>6328843 Anonymous
Rolled 59, 36 = 95 (2d100) >>6328843 let's gooooooooooooooooo
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:JHO+aQzC Sat 08 Nov 2025 00:52:01 No. 6329276 Report >>6328843 >>6328855 >>6328899 >>6328964 Reaching up towards the blue missile was difficult.
Even moreso, to land a crippling hit to its thrusters as they actively blasted heat upon your peeling mobile suit's frame...
But you had that one swing as the heavy blade burned red hot, actively losing structural integrity in its slab-metal form.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">So you swung, ready to face the music as your instinct overtakes this suicidal saving play</span></span>
>Swing = 68 + 10 (78, Minour Success) As your blade connects so does it that a loud warning alarm snaps you out of your instinctual groove-.
The GINN's thrusters being damaged by the swing before the exhaust blew your Mobile suit's hand off! Shocking you as you pared up speed with the errant MS-shaped missile-
And realized that while you slightly adjusted their trajectory from a direct hit...
>Getaway = 47 (Minour Failure) You did so, only lightly, <span class="mu-i">as you have no other way to disperse without making your effort in vain.</span>
<span class="mu-s">So you had to commit</span>
Bashing against the Mobile Suit was the one thing that killed your momentum, relatively the same for it as its thrusters finally die out, crashing both Mobile Suits into the hull of the supply station as you both scrape and bounce upon from it-.
Your last active thought as the G-Force and impacts jostle you around your cockpit, gritting your teeth so hard you feel your gums slightly bleeding...
<span class="mu-s">Is attempting to push it off you as no doubt, it's reactor is going to blow with the thrusters now offline.</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:JHO+aQzC Sat 08 Nov 2025 00:53:06 No. 6329277 Report >>6329276 <span class="mu-i">Why did the Black-Band do all that?!</span>
Miguel Aiman had that question pressed as the escorts of the supply station rushed ahead to the two tumbling GINNs, quick maneuvers now on their level of skill as they separate the skeletonized-armed Mobile Suit from the skewered one...
Right before attempting to kick it off, shooting it with their rifles in a hurried motion only for the explosive blast of the reactor implosion to push shrapnel and the escorts onto the hull of the station.
Just as Miguel caught the black-band's Mobile Suit, scanning the station for damages...
And gritting their teeth as the two escort Mobile Suits plug themselves out from caved in dentures on the hull...
<span class="mu-i">The station's out-of-order , damn-it-all...</span>
"Captain Aiman!" Comms suddenly surfaced from the station "We thank you for your assistance! Specially your wingman-!"
Aiman scoffs, ending the communications as he looked off away towards the Nemo.
There's no way he'll use their custom GINN anytime soon, not with the damage it took... And yet.
<span class="mu-i">Once again, the Natural saves Coordinator lives, at extremely dangerous odds for their own survival</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:JHO+aQzC Sat 08 Nov 2025 01:13:38 No. 6329288 Report >>6329277 >September 20th, C.E 70 [
https://files.catbox.moe/y36uqz.mp3 ]
The day of your graduation from ZAFT's military academy... Certainly went in a way you wouldn't have expected.
For once, it was... <span class="mu-i">Rather politicized.</span>
You'll admit that Margellan's preparative statements consisting of stern critique, snark at your obvious apprehension and an insistance on <span class="mu-i">not fucking it up</span>...
Uh... <span class="mu-i">Well, it'd helped that he'd told you to stick to a script, given Chairman Clyne had a better idea how to spread the intended message</span>.
You do wonder, while it was coincidental that graduation lined up with the founding date for the PLANT's independence... <span class="mu-i">Clyne seemed intent on making the publicity of your case as loud as possible for reasons you can't intuit</span>
<span class="mu-i">It was, nevertheless, not a matter to take lightly as you're following the steps of the <span class="mu-s">top ace in the class and a guest-speaker, both of which, you're familiar with...</span></span>
And you'll admit, both of these speeches had far different reaches than the standard addressing of your status that Siegel had planned for you to utter.
<span class="mu-i">Your turn's coming up, however... <span class="mu-s">Time to break a leg</span></span>.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:JHO+aQzC Sat 08 Nov 2025 01:25:38 No. 6329312 Report >>6329288 >Follow up Clyne's speech, One about impact... >Follow up the Class Ace's speech, Athrun spoke about Change... >Follow up the guest speaker's speech, Captain Aiman spoke about rising to the challenge... >Follow... A hunch lf yours, about possibility... Anonymous
>>6329312 >Follow... A hunch lf yours, about possibility... Instincts, instincts...
Anonymous
>>6329312 >Follow... A hunch lf yours, about possibility... MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:aTXHVbMa Sun 09 Nov 2025 02:07:42 No. 6329830 Report >>6329288 >>6329314 >>6329444 You started making your way ahead to the podium, Siegel Clyne and Patrick Zala participating not only because of the high-profile nature of the event...
But because Clyne wanted to supervise your progress... And Zala likewise wanted to do the same for his son.
<span class="mu-i">Your cue coming in as Chairman Clyne heads up for one last announcement</span>
Seemingly stopping Athrun and Aiman from walking off as you reached up behind the curtain, the young man widening their eyes in surprise...
And the commander scowling at your presence, as you pass by them, your name being called ahead by Clyne as you held your anticipation by the sleeve of your green coat.
Clyne took three steps back as he gave a reassuring if slightly hidden nod towards you... <span class="mu-i">A gesture that feels necessary as you noticed Councilman Zala glaring daggers at your appearance</span>.
Gulping down your anxieties away, You took one look forth at the crowd.
<span class="mu-i">The whole group of State Press Media suddenly stopped documenting everything as the black band wrapped around your arm was noticed, your whole class staring dumbfounded at you being shown the podium by the supreme chairman of the PLANT council</span>.
You take a deep breath, the lull and silence getting to you as a slight, anxious pulse ran across your veins.
<span class="mu-i">And you spoke, <span class="mu-s">the first flash of a camera blinding you.</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:aTXHVbMa Sun 09 Nov 2025 02:09:19 No. 6329831 Report >>6329830 You groaned out in pain as the penlight blinded one of your eyes.
"<span class="mu-i">You're crazy, Black-Band.</span>" The Nemo's main physician finishes up examining you as he leans out from the stool you sat on "But I suppose it came with being a ZAFT pilot that survived Endymion. <span class="mu-i">You're cleared.</span>"
Jotting down upon their notations, you rub your blinded eye lightly as the airlock of the observation room opens up.
"<span class="mu-i">Natural</span>, you bastard, the hell did you do to your GINN?!" Margellan explodes upon you, pointing at you as you still held your eye.
"W-what's that got to do with me?! You're the captain of the Nemo, not the chief-!" Your near-instinctual pushback seemed to fall on deaf ears as the medical officer withdrew from the room.
"Yeah and it's <span class="mu-s">My</span> ship, <span class="mu-s">My</span> Mechanic's bay and <span class="mu-s"> My Orders</span> to keep You, the Bluebloods at the Le Creuset Squad and the remaining Suits and vessels around your zone of operations in operating shape." Margellan chiding you does make you somewhat hold back from cursing the intrusion...
"Right, can I have that piece of gum?" You point ahead towards Margellan's right-side, the man grabbing and tossing it your way as you unwrap and begin chewing to massage your aching gums.
"So, yours and that hotshot in high-visibility colours are totaled, for a week at least, the crew at the supply station that was hit sent their regards though." Margellan eases up on his tone as he rounds up the room "Y'know, that one could have turned pretty bad, gotta commend you myself, <span class="mu-i">You're pretty good</span>"
You nod to that, though, <span class="mu-i">find it a bit odd how Margellan changed their tune all-of-the-sudden...</span>
"No concussions or anything?" Clearing up and stating that the head physician had said you'd managed to avoid the worst of it... Though it does start making you feel an odd chill as Margellan positions themselves behind you "You got oxygen as they were bailing you out of the wreck?"
"Y-Yeah? What's with asking all of this?" Though Margellan certainly cared for you, as he was ordered as well, It does puzzle you why he seemed to ask that last bit, as he presumably, oversaw that one by himself.
<span class="mu-i">You'd have appreciated following that cold thrill running by the nape of your neck as the short, blonde pony-tailed man grasped your neck into a chokehold</span>.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:liZaQJY1 Sun 09 Nov 2025 02:28:35 No. 6329836 Report >>6329831 Miguel Aiman had orders to rendezvous back to the Vesalius by Captain Le Creuset's orders.
He already could guess why, <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">this entire deployment was a bust</span></span>, Alliance Counter-intelligence succesfully managed to disperse one of ZAFT's prestigious elite teams into a goose chase for military stations that had only been made as shells.
Worse-off-to-be, as that Mercenary they had hired had successfully taken down the attempts to reinforce the area in ZAFT's control.
Though he could only give a scoff and smirk as he'd thought of the Mercenary pilot, the escorts from the damaged station having taken to finding them as he hid in the wrecks of space... Sure to find them, eventually.
Though that isn't the reason why he would still be hanging around the Nemo instead of shuttling back post-haste.
<span class="mu-i">Though, he may look suspect as he hauled a fruit basket, courtesy and thanks from the crew of the Supply Stations</span>
He does raise an eyebrow lightly before outright freezing as the airlock opened, a short, blonde man with a captain's coat throttling the Black-Band pilot as the latter sat on a stool for easier chokehold access to the Captain.
"Oh! Just in time to annoy me about-!" Captain Margellan of the Nemo groaned, the Natural attempting to escape their grasp forcing around the grip of their forearm "Whatever! <span class="mu-i">What do you want?!</span>"
Miguel knew far better than offering their share of fruits in the Natural's current situation, deciding to just wordlessly leave the moment the latter locked eyes with him.
"Oi! <span class="mu-s">Magic Bullet of Dork!</span>" <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">With considerable exemption to their ego being struck</span></span>, as the ace pilot faced ahead with a scowl on response to the childish mockery "Leave a peach and a handful of Grapes over the counter."
Miguel grumbled, before leaving the requested fruit behind them, grumbling under his breath at the former chief engineer of the PLANTs...
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">This would take a while to resolve... One has to wonder the immediate ramifications of this deployment.</span></span>
>Serpent Tail Extraction >Le Creuset's squad's new orders >Magic Bullet of Dusk's Rendezvous Anonymous
>>6329836 >Le Creuset's squad's new orders Anonymous
>>6329836 >Le Creuset's squad's new orders Anonymous
>>6329836 >>6329890 >>6330242 Athrun Zala could only wait upon the briefing room of the Vesalius with impatient trepidation...
The meeting for new orders has been delayed, worrying him further than what could be of Frieden Moon's status after that rough crash.
The airlock opens, the previously excused ginger-haired young man coming into the room with a small envelope on their hands "Moon's back by chance?"
Nicol shook their head as Rusty just looked down in worry "Miguel said he was fine...<span class="mu-i">ish</span> but Captain Margellan is having a talk with them." Rusty sits down lazily amongst their compatriots as the darker-skinned one amongst them finally groans out of annoyance.
"We've been sitting here for an hour! What even is the Captain and Miguel talking about that's taking so long?" Dearka's growing impatience seems to discomfort the blue-haired young man at their side...
But it was true. <span class="mu-i">The scheduled meeting for their next orders had been awfully tardy</span>.
"Suppose they're figuring out our next plan of action, remember that damned mercenary left us all without Mobile Suits" Yzak's annoyance about the fact seemed rather deeply set.
"I mean, we could take some of the unmarked ones from the Nemo, since it's definitely coming with us..." A motion that seemed to be frowned upon by both Yzak and Dearka.
"We didn't come aboard as redcoats only to get Greencoat hand-me-downs!" Athrun raised an eyebrow at Yzak's tantrum, something the latter noticed "<span class="mu-i">You don't even say a word!</span> <span class="mu-s">You wrecked a CGUE</span> babysitting Nicol and Rusty instead of taking your chances with-!" Athrun stood up, both coordinators suddenly stancing up for a fight.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Rusty stood up hurriedly, almost losing his footing and falling down before placing themselves between both aces, distancing them from a fight "Let's not get worked up around this, Sure, I'll admit I was a bit useless. But!"
A glare from Yzak shuts down Rusty's argument, as he just sheepishly avoids eye contact... The confrontation drawn to a close as Dearka pulled down their friend back to their seat.
"I'm annoyed about what happened, but pipe down!" Dearka admonished the Ace's tantrum as Athrun took a step down.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">If not for the airlock of the room to open, all five aces standing up to attention and saluting...</span></span>
As Miguel looked down upon them, before sighing "Save the frustration for the next mission, Rooks." He smirked at calling them out, all redcoat graduates taking a stand-down to their seats.
"With what? Our Mobile Suits are wrecked." Yzak near-instantly contested as Dearka elbowed them for them to behave.
"Good you ask, hope you remember all those espionage lessons, 'cause you'll need them where we're going next."
At that moment, the briefing room's holographical display showed new footage, all trainees growing further interest as they glared at the data...
<span class="mu-i">ORB Union's Heliopolis station... <span class="mu-s">Is developing Mobile Suits in Secret.</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:JHO+aQzC Tue 11 Nov 2025 01:01:14 No. 6330799 Report >>6330795 That can't...
No way, the Alliance had far too much pride to-.
"This info was directed towards me, but... No doubt Le Creuset has got it too since the encryption seemed done in a hurry." Margellan explained as they bit their last onto the peach in their hands.
"Is it real?" You try to argue back, not believing how drastic the news would be...
"As real as I can believe it to be, It took them a while to recognize the sheer tech imbalance not experimenting with Mobile Suits concepts draws upon them... <span class="mu-s">But that's not why I have you here.</span>"
Closing the holographic display on the picture, Margellan switches ahead to the mugshot young woman in a red ZAFT coat's.
"This is the Spy that managed to send me the news, and to put the cherry on the top, <span class="mu-s">Siegel didn't even tell me their name.</span>" You arc an eyebrow as Margellan states this... Did Chairman Clyne have a suspicion on the Colony.
"Suffice to say, I know for a fact Le Creuset's going to want to take a part in this, <span class="mu-i">why wouldn't he...?</span>" The snark he delivered that remark with seems... Awfully bitter, but nevertheless you finish your ration of grapes as Margellan presses the button to open the airlock of his office.
And you followed along, a question in your mind "I'm like... Decently taller than-." Margellan gives you a side-glare with their emerald eyes, making you forgo the line of questioning regarding his chokehold "Hey, I got something from-"
Margellan does widen their eyes as you mentioned that "Right, I saw in the damage assessment, sturdy little thing." Margellan opened the way to the airlock into the mechanic's bay, as part of your route towards the shuttle bay. "Funny that we find these Alliance Mobile Suits, the make of those knives is definitely from the Atlantic Federation..."
You arc your eyebrow once again as Margellan begins to talk about materials testing and the proof-of-concept of these knives being decently old... But definitely backed up by Alliance science and industry for how they managed to make MS-sized knives for general use."
<span class="mu-i">An idea does seeme to pop up on his head as you regarded the excess resources the Nemo is usually stocked with given its specialization as a mechanics assistance vessel.</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Tell you what, when I fix your mobile suit, I could equip some to it, hell, I remember when we tried to make the GINN's heavy blades out of it... Could reverse engineer it into a working one and it would solve the Heat warping issues"</span>
>These knives sound useful, yeah, you could use some replicas >A better sword? Sounds useful after you melted your previous one >Having this Alliance weapon seems far better as evidence or material to reverse-engineer... >Tell Margellan to not sweat it and not use up resources on it >>6330795 (Goddamit, forgot my trip)
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>>6330799 >These knives sound useful, yeah, you could use some replicas Anonymous
>>6330799 >Having this Alliance weapon seems far better as evidence or material to reverse-engineer... Politics can hurt just as much as a knife.
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>>6330799 >Having this Alliance weapon seems far better as evidence or material to reverse-engineer... Surely it can't be that hard right
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>>6330799 >A better sword? Sounds useful after you melted your previous one Also doesn't advertising your thread on /m/ count as breaking the global rules?
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:xiRxJlQN Mon 17 Nov 2025 14:28:57 No. 6333843 Report >>6330799 >>6330899 >>6332898 You'd told Margellan to work some of their engineering staff on getting as much information on the knife now that it is in your possession.
After all, it seemed sensible, even to you. <span class="mu-i">That if Mercenaries are getting their weapons from the Alliance, it spells out what kind of weapons their Mobile Suits could have.</span>
"Look, before you go..." Margellan stops you one last time as you settled to shuttle back to the Vesalius "Listen, I understand that the crew of the Vesalius has treated you well, <span class="mu-s">and with good reason.</span>"
True... It's been different since you'd become the talk of ZAFT given your status as Black-Band pilot, it certainly gave you an edge with the support staff comprised of your fellows as well as the pilots, who had come to somewhat respect your accomplishments at Endymion and later, the missions you've participated on as part of Le Creuset's squad.
And that... <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Ends up being the thing he stopped you for.</span></span>
"I have my reasons to be apprehensive of that man... <span class="mu-s">But never take Le Creuset's orders for granted</span>, Get some rest, <span class="mu-i">Natural.</span>"
You had thought of it, looking down as you waited for the shuttle to arrive onto the Nazca-class vessel.
<span class="mu-i">Captain Le Creuset... Was an enigmatic man, to say the least.</span> A legend of ZAFT since its inception and with all the experience you've had within his vessel and team. A very, very competent captain and leader.
It estranged you why Margellan seemed so repelled by aiding them, but you assume it could be just both eccentric and stoic personalities contrasting with each other.
But as you arrive, docking as the shuttle is caught away into the Vesalius' hangar...
You prepare to salute ahead, as the shuttle's airlock compartment opens...
"<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">You're late.</span></span>" A deep voice commanded away... Yet you immediately recognized the rather adept attempt at mimicking Le Creuset's voice as you smirked.
"Rusty, come on, I rolled around a cockpit, you don't have to make me believe I am in troub-" You face off towards the open airlock only to see Rusty, slightly cowering aside as someone beside them pushed them lightly aside.
A woman in the ZAFT black uniform... Lieutenant DesLisle glaring at the young man before turning towards you.
"Precisely, <span class="mu-s">You are late.</span>"
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:xiRxJlQN Mon 17 Nov 2025 14:35:46 No. 6333845 Report >>6333843 >September 20th, C.E 70 The speech you gave was... Brief, completely spun over your own words as you made with what felt right at the moment.
<span class="mu-s">Possibility.</span>
That word hadn't only just meant the opened possibilities that Non-Coordinators could have within ZAFT as you graduated as a pilot.
It meant... The chance that could be had after so much effort had been put, a chance for the war to end, a chance...
"<span class="mu-i">A chance for reconciliation...?</span>" Rusty arched an eyebrow as he quoted the speech as it was replaying on a news terminal "I'm not sure I follow, I don't think most of the PLANTs would."
Surely... It'd made quite an impact on the news as you took a quiet moment with Rusty away from any cameras or onlookers to ask questions of.
<span class="mu-i">But he did ask one, just about now.</span>
"I had a friend... One who I hadn't been able to see for a few years now." Rusty seems to nod at that "I assume he's... Gone, with the war having started, but I have a hope that one of these days. After all is over, I can meet him once again."
"<span class="mu-i">Amen.</span>" Rusty tries to sound cool with the gesture as you give him a puzzled look. "I mean... I get it, I guess, maybe once we're on service we can ask for shore leave in a neutral station and-."
You had for a moment, just realized how dangerous it could be to your fabricated past if Rusty started asking away for Etie, as you coughed.
"I meant it when I said, <span class="mu-s">After</span>. The war." You remark attempting to drop the subject as Rusty dunks away his own can of juice towards a paperbin.
"You never know, Frieden, You almost died at Endymion. Meeting them maybe's not a priority or anything... <span class="mu-s">But it'd go well after all of this.</span>" While he says it with such relaxed yet well-intentioned ignorance...
<span class="mu-i">That can't be done, not until everything is over.</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:xiRxJlQN Mon 17 Nov 2025 14:37:39 No. 6333847 Report >>6333845 Exiting out of the hiding hole of the academy you both had, you're pleasantly ambushed not by state media but by your fellow graduates as Dearka gives you both a wave "Where'd you both been? We've been looking for you." The attempt to answer that goes silent-.
As Yzak glares at you as soon as he finds you "You think you're slick trying to-!?" Dearka places their arm in front of them as they silently admonished the outbursts.
Right as you four lead back to the main group.
"-Mack the Knife lost to you? I don't believe it!" Captain Aiman seemed surprised at Athrun's track record as the class ace....
<span class="mu-i">You do remember also doing miraculously well on knife-fighting class, but you didn't beat the instructor at their own game like Athrun did...</span>
The mood does grow sour as Miguel notices you, a frown appearing in their face as Rusty's called away by Nicol.
"You think you can spew that Spatial-Awareness Theory garbage and claim a win-?" Miguel seems to stop as Athrun steps up.
"That... Was coincidental, Frieden doesn't know the specifics of Spatial-Awareness Theorem, We've been quizzed about it during instruction." Athrun standing up to you does at least remind you that maybe... <span class="mu-i">Some choices of words had come instinctually and could be perceived as that</span>.
"Yeah! In espionage classes, where'd you guys have to learn how to lie to <span class="mu-i">Naturals</span> like him over their own bullshit-!" You definitely felt like interfering and sizing down the situation after that outbursts.
"Guys, huddle up! Rusty managed to get a Camera!" Nicol called out ahead as they grasped Yzak's shoulder.
"What the-!? Get off of me!" Yzak politely pushed the young boy off them as he cleaned up their uniform "I got to look cleaner than that, You know why."
Nicol for his part just relented with a teasing motion "Fine, Fine. Rusty, get over here!"
The orange-haired young man looked away from the camera as he realized his own situation, before calling out to you for a favour...
<span class="mu-i">And with a snap of that camera in your hands...</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:xiRxJlQN Mon 17 Nov 2025 14:41:19 No. 6333850 Report >>6333847 "Heh, Heh! <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Better late than never, am I right?</span></span>" As you examined the photo-framed picture that Rusty had in his envelope, you gave a reassuring nod as he sighs "Sorry that I got you in trouble... I didn't even know Lieutenant DesLisle was behind me after all."
You sigh, acknowledging the lecture she gave you was over taking your while with Margellan after your check-up "It's fine... So, we have a new mission early tomorrow?" You ask away, Rusty nodding.
"Yep, We're going to an ORB station to... <span class="mu-i">Don't alarm yourself, but we're checking rumours on Natural-Made Mobile Suits.</span>" As Rusty hushed up and told you, you acknowledged the message for Margellan had indeed been caught on by Le Creuset as well, just like he said...
"Anything else beside infiltration?" You ask away, not quite certain of the particular intent of the infiltration as you both made your ways toward the bunks.
"I dunno, Captain Le Creuset is figuring out how he'll ease our entry into the Colony... But that's a worry for them, we're adviced to get as much rest as we can." As you both stop upon your bunk's airlock, he gives you a salute, taken away by the side-rail "I'll see you tomorrow! Godspeed!"
You sigh, entering the airlock to already see Nicol resting up for the upcoming mission as you settle back to your end of the bunk.
You sigh, putting the new picture-frame by your side as you... Couldn't help but worry about Margellan's seeming apprehension to Le Creuset.
He's been a good commander so far... But there's a real tension between the former chief engineer and him that you can't quite place.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">You figure it's better not to lose sleep over it, given how important tomorrow would be... But a faint thought did cross your mind as you finally settled into the land of Nod</span></span>.
>The Infiltration... What are going to be its preparations? >The Colony... There's a degree of uncertainty you have with its neutrality, would they know how the war is creeping on them? >The Mobile Suits... The Alliance is finally gearing up in MS Warfare, you wonder what facilitated it? Anonymous
>>6333850 >The Colony... There's a degree of uncertainty you have with its neutrality, would they know how the war is creeping on them? Anonymous
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>>6333850 >The Colony... There's a degree of uncertainty you have with its neutrality, would they know how the war is creeping on them? Anonymous
>>6333850 >The Colony... There's a degree of uncertainty you have with its neutrality, would they know how the war is creeping on them? MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Fri 21 Nov 2025 00:47:50 No. 6335631 Report Quoted By:
>>6333850 >>6334269 >>6335568 It is 3:00 AM upon Heliopolis Station's designated Time-Zone.
The witching hour, an old belief that predated the creation of the Cosmic Era Calendar, warning of odd bumps of the night and strange happenings of Paranormal nature.
<span class="mu-i">Such was that, under the cover of that very same night, A Spy of youthful age skulked across the outskirts of Morgenroete's engineering facilities within the Colony</span>.
Displeased with the situation as she acknowledged that staff from the facility had noticed them just as she managed to finally uncover the truth behind her official assignment given personally by Supreme Chairman Siegel Clyne.
The Alliance had crossed the Rubicon of their own prideful making, finally experimenting with Mobile Suit weaponry concepts of their own... And not just that, but a superior-class warship carrier for it as well.
The name still chill on their head as she had overheard Alliance personnel comment.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Gundam.</span></span>
Hiding within the cover of night, The young woman hid her spy camera and monoscope as she looked over the armed patrols overlooking the hangars.
<span class="mu-i">Still using Handguns, her apparent Youth working in her favour upon the recent comers within their ranks</span>.
Very unlike the proper Morgenroete Security team, who had decided to take her sighting to a proper extreme as the night-time patrol Humvee meets with the alliance-uniformed men.
<span class="mu-i">The case was blown, and with her transceiver signal currently jammed, she wouldn't be able to inform further to the trusted personnel hopefully coming to their aide</span>.
Deciding to cut their losses, The Spy dashed away, an unlicensed motorbike being used to escape the facilities and the industrial sector of the colony altogether as thoughts raced upon their head.
They most likely have a broad-description of her features, no doubt ready to begin a proper coordinated search with authorities in order to keep this most grievous secret hidden within shadows.
So, <span class="mu-i">A cover needed to be made</span> stray thoughts moving across the young woman's mind.
If the secret got out, as the Morgenroete security team's gear implied <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">It would not be pretty</span></span>. Now to focus on how to exfiltrate.
Taking a quiet break upon the residential district of the Colony, The woman processed fake credentials...
<span class="mu-i">Station Service rosters would be reviewed, Visitor and tourist passports could easily be cross-referenced...</span>
But an idea crossed the young woman's mind, as a pamphlet stamped onto a corkboard tore itself off from a gust in the wind...
Within it, A technical college seemed to showcase a demonstration of a brand new Mobile Worker unit for EVA repairs around the station.
<span class="mu-i">That much seemed promising, as the Young Woman finalized forging her credentials, one last look at her own red-eyed brunette reflection from the darkening screen of the spy kit.</span>
As she went off into the night, <span class="mu-s">Aware of the risk she would find herself in were she caught.</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Fri 21 Nov 2025 00:51:21 No. 6335633 Report >>6333850 You awake, quickly alisting and readying for operation duties as Nicol took a look to the messages within his tablet terminal.
"This... <span class="mu-i">Why do we have so many crews under our flag?</span>" You arc an eyebrow to the worried statement, right as you both soon made your way to the center-piece of the Vesalius.
And flinch as you step in "<span class="mu-s">Go to hell, Le Creuset!</span>" Margellan screams from an opposite land as three other captains from other lines looked indecisively between their screens "We didn't know of this, Why the hell would we-?!"
"<span class="mu-s">Precisely, because we've still got <span class="mu-i">the element of surprise on-hand</span>, even with the current events.</span>"
You blink twice, settling down with the rest of the Le Creuset team.
"I still can't believe these <span class="mu-i">Naturals</span> are now perverting our weapons..." Matthew comments in a hushed tone, one of Miguel's personal wingmen.
"Black-Band just arrived, behave." Olor chided at them in an attempted indirect, right as Miguel just scoffed at the images captured by that spy.
"Man, the anticipation's killing me..." Rusty leaned at you as they held an uneasy smile "You have any idea why Margellan's so opposed to-?"
"It's pretty obvious when you look at the facts." Nicol quickly grasped the situation as he darted their eyes at the statistics within the projections "Fresh Alliance ships have been confirmed on the docking area. We didn't know that before we've arrived outside the operation zone." Rusty sighs, though still remains rather antsy as you looked at the brand new info.
<span class="mu-s">A whole alliance fleet... Whatfor? Have they come to take the Mobile Suits out?</span>
"Le Creuset, I need the Natural on my ship to discuss mechanics." Margellan chimes in one last time.
"Hmnn, it is true the Black-Band had lost his machine in the last operation..." Le Creuset pauses as they look back to you, before reaffirming towards the former Chief Engineer "But do remember, <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">We will start our operation in five hours.</span></span>"
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Fri 21 Nov 2025 00:57:32 No. 6335638 Report >>6335633 "Alright, Come back ASAP, Frieden." Athrun, Rusty and Nicol came around to see you off your shuttle to the Nemo, the former saluting you away "We'll remain on stand-by while the operation proceeds."
You nod to it as Rusty lightly jabbed Athrun on the side with their elbow "Actually... Maybe we could pull some favours and have you join our-!" His enthusiasm seems dashed lightly as Nicol sighs, shaking their head.
"I would... Appreciate that, but this mission only has Veterans and Redcoats assigned for a reason, It's highly dangerous what could happen between transport and once we're inside." You... Do look down as you consider that.
Something still on your mind as Margellan dictates out all the possible errors in Le Creuset's plan.
"Had to be a damn fleet, Of course! Couldn't do this quietly and quickly. No, we need a mounted defense armed to the teeth!" Margellan's complaints about their luck do not entirely entice you "You're not thinking about doing something as stupid as agreeing to Le Creuset's death trap, right <span class="mu-i">Natural?!</span>"
That... Really did depend, you were honestly expecting them to line up a GINN to participate as everything lined up for it. Le Creuset's plan was dangerous, but this Alliance Fleet being here changed the nature of the infiltration wildly.
Although... Something does irk Margellan as he stares at the projected image of the ZAFT spy who had informed you all of the Mobile Suits.
"Look... Whatever happens over whatever you do. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">I need you to find her.</span></span>" He remarks, tapping their hand towards a drawer... Right as they pull it open quickly "On second though, Fuck Le Creuset's plan. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">I can make a better one</span></span>." You arc an eyebrow about that...
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Right as Margellan pulled out an EA uniform from the drawer.</span></span>
What followed was Margellan quickly forwarding a private conversation, quickly bringing up the rather slap-dash docking of the Alliance fleet, no doubt attempting to avoid detection from the civilian populace aboard.
And the Uniform drawn aback as Margellan explained away "-Consider, Commander Le Creuset. If there are medical checkpoints for Biometry, Ensign Moon would pass them without issues, something even our top spies struggle with." Margellan proclaimed with certainty as you held back in anticipation of your Commanding Officer's answer.
"You certainly seem confident and eloquent about this plan, Captain Margellan. But..." Margellan restrained themselves from frowning, seeing their right eye twitch as Le Creuset continued from his pause "Ensign Moon is still under my jurisdiction, now, If they were to accept... I would gladly extend the possibility of this plan."
So... <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">As Margellan looks back to you, is it now that you weigh your options</span></span>.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Fri 21 Nov 2025 01:00:00 No. 6335641 Report >>6335638 >Follow Le Creuset's Plan to the tee, Get a new Mobile Suit and aid in the escort and search for the infiltration. >Request to be placed in the personal infiltration roster, just like Rusty had suggested >Follow Margellan's plan and try to infiltrate the Colony in advance, as well as report findings within the ranks of the Alliance Anonymous
>>6335641 >Follow Margellan's plan and try to infiltrate the Colony in advance, as well as report findings within the ranks of the Alliance The fun option.
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>>6335641 >Follow Margellan's plan and try to infiltrate the Colony in advance, as well as report findings within the ranks of the Alliance MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Fri 21 Nov 2025 15:32:22 No. 6335835 Report >>6335638 >>6335641 >>6335662 You gulp down, acknowledging Margellan's gaze towards you as you stepped into frame of the recording.
"Commander Le Creuset!" Quickly raising your arm up to your chest in a salute, the masked man acknowledges you with a slight smirk "Having been briefed under all possibilities and unique chances this mission could have in aiding the reconnaissance of the Alliance Mobile Suits... <span class="mu-i">I find myself uniquely fit for this task.</span>"
Margellan couldn't hold his own smirk any longer, as Le Creuset hummed in thought "So be it under your own terms, Moon. <span class="mu-s">However</span>."
And that much seemed to change Margellan's smirk, right as you changed into the Alliance Uniform and placed yourself within the operating cockpit of a Mistral mobile armour.
"This fucking man!" Margellan complained within your hidden earpiece as you flinched "The fuck did he mean that the planning was set?! I'm trying to avoid getting the damn colony shot at and he just-!?" Margellan lets lut an incomprehensible guttural growl as you toned down the volume within your ear.
"That's not really the kind of language I'd expect from-?" A quick, coarse and sworn rebuttal to your remark was all you got as you settled "Okay, maybe I do feel somewhat anxious about effectively having a time limit."
The planning stage of Le Creuset's infiltration was already set, and after the estimated time-frame of opportunity, the Alliance could quickly catch the ZAFT ships held back in anticipation.
It made sense, <span class="mu-i">It didn't really ease you that it did.</span>
"So, to recap from my desk." Margellan resumed as the departing preparations of your craft were finished "You're to infiltrate the Alliance Boarding procedure, in any way you can manage to. Managing to get information not just on their troop movements within the station, but the Mobile Suits we're searching for. <span class="mu-i">I hope I don't have to repeat aloud your remaining objective</span>."
Right, That Spy, the Alliance force and most important of all.
<span class="mu-s">The Mobile Suits within</span>.
"You better not be stupid and try and go gung-ho, You have an uniform and hopefully, the training to go around unnoticed." Margellan admonishes one last time as you take control of the Mistral.
"I already feel kinda stupid not going with Le Creuset's plan..." You manage to mention as Margellan... Unexpectedly didn't immediately berate the notion.
"I know, You're willingly placing your neck on a ticking guillotine... I appreciate that much, so trust me when I say this." Margellan prepared to cut the transmission and encrypt it, leaving you finally to the mission.
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Don't fuck this up, I trust you not to.</span></span>"
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Fri 21 Nov 2025 15:34:50 No. 6335836 Report >>6335835 [
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In the end... Your first obstacle was evident as you approached Heliopolis station.
Trepidation making your pulse run wild as you maneuvered the repair craft in your possession along others drifting around the fleet.
"Hey, wait a moment." An alliance controller quickly makes contact with your craft "You, What fleet are you with?"
You freeze, immediately quivering at the first obstacle.
You were... Formerly part of the 9nth fleet of the Earth Alliance Forces, stationed at Artemis...
But... <span class="mu-i">You have a hunch</span>
"8th Fleet, running final repairs for that asteroid we collided with, Frieden Moon. Over." That... That much somehow flowed across your words as the Controller hums.
"You'd think these damn colonists would have finally hollowed out their area, You missed formation so jot down into the roster once you board back." The controller passed away as you could hear them scoff "<span class="mu-i">I need a drink... Shit! Over!</span>"
You boarded without any issue afterwards, managing to stifle a smirk at a flawless infiltration as you acknowledged while you were in... <span class="mu-i">It was far from over</span>.
You had a roster of tools at your disposal, besides the hidden transceiver in your ears.
Namely, A Spy camera with direct line to Margellan's systems, ready to display tactical coordinates. Your old Alliance issued handgun and... A Flash Drive.
"Within this is a <span class="mu-s">MS system virus</span>, these things are easy to call out so normally we teach our spies to just code their viruses out of memory. But you're a special case" Margellan's words resounded upon your head as you jotted down your name into the arrivals roster "If things go to shit but you manage to find yourself one of these Mobile Suits... Just get in the cockpit and jab it on an access panel. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Get back here alive, you hear me?</span></span>"
You'll do your best that you can, right as you enter into the colony proper-.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Fri 21 Nov 2025 15:35:52 No. 6335838 Report >>6335836 As a simulator bay greets your eyes.
"How did you pass basic training if you crash so hard against AI?" A dark-skinned soldier comments towards the opening pod as within it, a young soldier gasped for air "Hey, cool it! Don't hyperventilate out of simple exercises!"
"I-I'm trying!" Their voice clearly demonstrates how youthful they are if their appearance didn't confirm it. "If the instructor were to give me commands..."
"Oi, Who the hell are you?" Another soldier, this one with a distinct accent "I haven't seen your face, you one of the poor sods stationed here?"
You steel your nerves and proceed to answer "Yeah, what's the issue-?"
You're cut-off as the dark-skinned soldier makes a confused expression "Hey, what's with the accent? Limey here I get, but I haven't heard one like yours."
The english-accented one smacked the back of the dark-skinned soldier's head "Fuck right off, Yank! You want to repeat that again?"
Their brief spat made you soon realize something quickly.
<span class="mu-i">If your accent was noticeably strange... And theirs were evident... Is this an Atlantic Federation secret?</span>
"H-hello!? I still need an instructor here!" The young man in the simpod raised away as you checked your possibilities.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">You have five hours remaining to accomplish your objectives... But leaving so abruptly after being questioned could be suspicious</span></span>.
>Pass as an instructor... You have the skill, so it should be easy, if timely. >It does seem strange why an instructor isn't nearby, ask what's the buzz and leave to gather intel. >Excuse yourself over an important matter, get started on recollecting intel. >Write-In Anonymous
>>6335838 >Pass as an instructor... You have the skill, so it should be easy, if timely. the accent thing caught me off-guard. so it means wherever we came from isn't doing an open collaboration with the zaft.
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>>6335838 I really wanna say it's an Upper New York accent. From Utica, to be more precise.
>Pass as an instructor MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Mon 24 Nov 2025 22:59:42 No. 6337688 Report >>6335838 >>6336039 >>6337498 Tentantively passing by the simpod, you look out for the outside terminal, as the dark-skinned man and englishman took a look out to the data you inputted.
<span class="mu-i">And more specifically, your linking of another simpod to the trainee's</span>.
"I guess I do have some time to instruct you. What's your piloting experience?" You mention away, opening your own pod to aid in their training while getting-.
<span class="mu-i">"One M-Month, F-Florida base training." W-what?</span>
You shook off your conflicting thoughts, He didn't strike you like Ace Material like you were beforehand but... Things were certainly different one year ago compared to now.
And that much reminded you as you stepped once again into the role of instructor, settling everything right as you held your control's tightly.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Mon 24 Nov 2025 23:02:08 No. 6337689 Report >>6337688 >September 26th, CE 70. You settle into the simulator environment as you wait for the GINN to materialize ahead "Alright, Moebius-Zero online... Waiting on you <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Rey.</span></span>"
The GINN shows up away, as the young man piloting it quickly connected their comms line to yours "Thank you for having the time for this, <span class="mu-i">Mind-Killer.</span>" Rey expresses away as their GINN makes a slight bow of its head while looking at your craft.
"No need to call me that, that's... Just how state-media calls me." You are a little bit embarrassed by the name hand-picked by the media for notoriety, as you begin to wade across the simulated space in your craft "Give me a few minutes to acclimatize, same to you. <span class="mu-i">Then we start.</span>"
You... Had two weeks before departing away, being personally recruited by Rau Le Creuset for his brand new Nazca-Class vessel and commanding team to your own surprise.
You remember by state media that he was at Endymion as well, but nothing else besides that... More pressingly, with your training done and the rest of the group likewise preparing and resting for the beginning of their service.
You found yourself with a lot of free time now that Margellan didn't have the authority to continue testing the FLUGG.
<span class="mu-i">You didn't expect a heavy part of it to be teaching Durandal's assistant the basics of MS combat</span>.
"There!" You quickly release a barrage of Line-Barrel shots, trapping Rey's GINN in a firing line before finishing them off with an unguarded shot to their cockpit with the railgun.
Taking a good look at the time and noticing Rey starting to grow weary by the training, you begin shutting down the simulations as hydraulic hisses fill out your hearing.
"Rey? You good?" You ask away as the blonde teen pulls themselves off their pod.
"I can't be this lacking... <span class="mu-i">Not compared to him!</span>" You get out of your pod as Rey stands on wobbly legs, quickly getting by their side as you help them stabilize.
"Hey, no need to drag yourself down, it took me far longer than a week to get to the level of maneuvering you've got." Trying to put some pep to his spirits, you give him a slight shake of the arm as he politely steps back.
"I know... Thanks for spending your time with me." Rey gives out a faint smile before being preoccupied with what's on his mind.
"Take a break, I'm not going anywhere until October." You mention to them as he looked down.
"Yeah... <span class="mu-i">Not enough time to prepare to the level of my <span class="mu-s">Brother...</span></span>" as he dejectedly put himself down, you arced an eyebrow.
"You have a Brother?" You ask away, only for Rey's brow to widen, as if he didn't mean to reveal that.
Yet, it goes down as he calms down from his panicked burst "Yeah, they're on ZAFT." He shrugged their shoulders before taking a sigh "I want to prepare to be on his level by July of next year."
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Mon 24 Nov 2025 23:03:10 No. 6337690 Report >>6337689 You hefted him up by the wrist as you handed them a hand-towel in his other hand, Rey seemingly baffled by the gesture as you let go of him.
"Well, with your progress and my help, I don't doubt you'll make Redcoat material. But..." Leaving them to wipe their brow, you headed off, opening the door "Let's not rush onto it, I know this place by the residential district, You like Burgers and Shakes?"
Truthfully, knowing you're friends with peers half a decade younger than you, It was really much more of Rusty's idea to turn it into your regular dine-out restaurant... But.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Rey's smile as you both went out, starting to talk-up the locale you'd be visiting was worth enough of a reward.</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Mon 24 Nov 2025 23:05:10 No. 6337692 Report Rolled 8, 70 = 78 (2d100) >>6337690 Settling out of the simulation, You take some notices of the counters you had coded in explicitly for coaching...
A marked improvement over their previous attempts, the young man hefting out from their pod as you heard the hydraulics hissing away.
<span class="mu-i">Yet, you did take time away from the infiltration in order to blend in convincingly, taking note of the hour you've dedicated to this</span>.
"Goddamn! That's some skill you have, blond guy!" You hear the dark-skinned service member jeer away "Y'know, I'm starting to think you're more than just some space guardsman like you'd-"
You raised your brow as they shut themselves up suddenly, peering away from your simpod...
Right as a stern-face pulled for the neck of your uniform "You asshole! Why the hell are you playing around while we're searching for you?!" They shook you before pulling you out of the pod.
"H-Hey! Thanks for instruct-!" The rookie pilot waved away at you as you were pulled away into the hallways.
"Save it!" Was only the response from the stern-faced young man as the airlocks lock behind you "<span class="mu-s">Grenel</span>, We've been called to report for the G-Project, why the hell were you hiding?!" As you're finally let go, following along the way with them.
You... Cough, suddenly realizing the position you're in with how open that was revealed to you.
"Sorry, I noticed he needed the pointers and-!" The young man pulled a tab to your hands as he tapped in it.
"Fine whatever, just sign this so we can get our ID's together."
You peer at the digital tab for a moment before realizing its s roster form.
Not just that <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">A roster form full of names of Earth Alliance Aces you've heard of while aboard the Nazca</span></span>
Stamping a confirmation onto the identity you've assumed as <span class="mu-s">Grenel Loos</span>. You make your way ahead as station security addresses you with brand new ID's stamped for Morgenroete facilities.
You furtively snap a picture of the 10-Man roster with your spy-camera before proceeding ahead further with your accompanying partner.
<span class="mu-s">As a Humvee comes to pick you both up from the dock, right on towards Morgenroete's engineering facilities</span>.
>Roll 2d100 Anonymous
Rolled 69, 63 = 132 (2d100) >>6337692 Anonymous
Rolled 65, 44 = 109 (2d100) >>6337692 >Loos Where's Katejina at.
Anonymous
Rolled 77, 87 = 164 (2d100) >>6337692 >>6337702 nice
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:tbnIrz8s Tue 25 Nov 2025 20:41:26 No. 6338075 Report Quoted By:
>>6337692 The Earth Alliance shuttle that had docked with Heliopolis station in secret remained silent as the Atlantic Federation brass and the test pilots were processed at different intervals.
Case-in-point were such personnel as the assistant to the flight, the technical staff within...
And other pilots of renown that had no part in the G-Project, such as <span class="mu-s">Mu La Flaga</span>.
"You think they'll let us see them by the week we'll be stationed here?" A fellow pilot mentioned to the Hawk of Endymion as they tugged at the neck of their normal suit.
"Definitely not you, but I could snap pictures if you want." Mu confidently mentioned as he watched the outflow of cargo and supplies the shuttle had been carrying.
In particular, at the machine in question that had been hauled as an open secret amongst the crew of the Agammenon-class <span class="mu-i">Hidalgo</span>.
"I've seen it being serviced by the guys with the red armbands, Crazy what we're amounting to." The service-member commented away as Mu couldn't really see the difference between the machines being created right here on neutral territory...
<span class="mu-i">And the ones that the Eurasian Federation had mandated to be sent by, in secret of course.
Admiral Halberton needed donors for the technologies but to think Moscow would get to work as well...</span>
And it all proceeded to be carted away under the careful supervision of one person Mu only tangentially knew... But outright suspected of being their main pilot.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Amado Koa, from the East Asian Republic and one of these red-banded personnel that Mu theorized to be a special ops team within the OMNI-Enforcer ranks</span></span>
But enough of theorizing what-not with their current missions, Mu knew that this operation, week-long as it would be. Is essentially easy-street and an unofficial vacation for the wearied ace-
>Connection... Once again = 70 (Minour Success) Yet, there is a slight hunch in his gut as he stared away into the opening hatch...
"Owen, was it?" Mu commented towards their colleague as they turned towards them "<span class="mu-i">Can you get my Zero amongst the cargo going by the redbands?</span>"
For their part, the service-member just arced an eyebrow, as Mu settled into action, readying to smuggle themselves into the cargo going outwards.
Thoughts raced into their head as they acted upon instinct... But only one thing remained solid as they successfully hid within a tarp.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">"It can't be... Someone else survived Endymion?"</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:tbnIrz8s Tue 25 Nov 2025 20:43:27 No. 6338077 Report >>6337692 >>6337702 >>6337722 >>6337852 >Roadside Disruption = 8 (Majour Failure) The Humvee driver slowed down as your partner went on about their wonders for the G-Project.
It was obvious why as a crashed and fuming motorbike blocked the highway, being curtained by Men in Tactical gear and modified rifles who eyed you three out.
"Couldn't have gone far, but the explosion seems to not have gone to plan with all the oil around." One of them comnented before they glared at your driver "Move along. This is Colony Security's duty."
That small threat was all that required for the driver to resume their hurried along drive.
"The hell's up with these space freaks?" Your partner commented as you stared one last time at the burning wreck "Grenel, You read the dossier for these, right?" You stare back at them as you... Try to come up with something.
"Wish I had, had my plate full as we were boarding." You come up with a lie only for them to pull a dossier out of their coat.
"Somehow, I don't think that's gonna be an issue." As he opens up the folder within, their raven hair blowing back from the speed of the Humvee.
You take a brief look at them before they pass them on to your hands.
Pictures and basic field specifications on use.
Nothing really specific and certainly not aiding on piloting them.
"Buster, Duel, Strike... I know they look imposing and all, but I really would have appreciated getting a damn piloting manual." He complains about the contents, as you snap pictures upon the files while he didn't look.
"I guess... It's been long overdue since Yggdrasil for us to learn about Mobile Suits ourselves." Wistfully looking up to the artificial sky of the colony, your partner raises an eyebrow.
"You don't have to be so melodramatic, You know...? <span class="mu-s">Guess we'll learn as we go over the week.</span>"
You... Slightly cringe at the true nature of your infiltration mission as they give you a pat on the shoulder.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">You suppose knowing well enough that their lives could very well be at the opposite end of your gun is something you hadn't thought of, separated by steel and the void of space</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:tbnIrz8s Tue 25 Nov 2025 20:44:42 No. 6338080 Report >>6338077 >>6337702 >>6337722 >>6337852 Arriving at the Morgenroete facility, as well as furtively shooting pictures of the surroundings for recoinnasance purposes...
You followed along as you were guided away into underground facilities within the Colony's industrial sector.
Likewise avoiding the armed patrols of Colony security peering around the hallways.
"Okay, what the fuck!?" Your partner, who you had managed to read their ID as Allan as he's pushed away by the armed troops "Why the hell are they so jump-!"
"They saw a teenager shooting pictures around the premises, not to mention a motorbike explosion blocking traffic into the sector."
As a bespectacled young man explains away, you quickly look upon their ID...
And realize he's a superior of you both.
"Lieutenant Devlin!" Allan and you follow a salute immediately...
>Sniff test = 77 (Majour Success) "Loos, <span class="mu-i">why is your hair grown out of regulation?</span>" You gulp down, suddenly realizing that ZAFT's lack of regulatory compulsions would clash with the Alliance's military tradition "Peh, no matter, Parsec, Loos. Follow along for a briefing over the G-Projects goals."
Quickly following along... You realize that maybe this could be a prime time for an update, as you acknowledge your comms-line could be hotmiced with just a few adjustments...
>Furtive Espionage = 87 "-Getting your signal, what's going on, why did you send useless documents-" You shush Margellan in as you feign a sneeze "Wait... I can hear around you... Alright, you better get something good this time."
You take heed of the time, Four Hours remain for your infiltration until Le Creuset's plan.
Yet, you listen intently as the demonstration starts, all other pilots rounded up as a digital screen begins a recounting of the battle of Yggdrasil.
Yet your thoughts slightly wander as you consider everything going on.
>Margellan... Certainly he has a better idea how to proceed after this meeting is over...? >The Le Creuset Squad... You hope they are doing well enough given the circumstance, would they worry about you? >The Spy... Could that Motorbike be part of their exfiltration, where could they be? Anonymous
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>>6338080 >The Spy... Could that Motorbike be part of their exfiltration, where could they be? Anonymous
>>6338080 >Margellan... Certainly he has a better idea how to proceed after this meeting is over...? Anonymous
>>6338080 >Margellan... Certainly he has a better idea how to proceed after this meeting is over...? MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Thu 27 Nov 2025 04:02:53 No. 6338900 Report >>6338080 >>6338673 >>6338691 Margellan gripped the armchair of their desk seat tightly, the dimly illuminated room only shining alight to their bespectacled face...
The projections from the Audio-Only recording and the listening in command post of the Vesalius, as well as Rau Le Creuset and Fredrik Adres, Captain and Executive officer listening in.
Five Mobile Suits equipped with <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Miniaturized Beam Weaponry</span></span>
That alone seemed like an impossible step of engineering outright decimated by the Alliance's resources and ingenuity.
But there was more than just the source of many, many sleepless nights for the former Chief Engineer.
A brand new form of armour that would make them impervious to all damage.
Engine and battery up-to-specs that would go a long way to surpass even the CGUE's operating schemes.
And the cherry on top, and most important on the Engineer's head as he had previously noted upon the Nemo's growing pains in modifying it.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">A brand new flagship, powerful and imposing yet equipped and stellarly outfitted for the Mobile Suits to coordinate in strategic deployments</span></span>
In poetic terms, <span class="mu-i">The Alliance had made its Instrumentality, along with five Thrones upon their ace champions.</span>
So as time ticked within the short, blond pony-tailed man's anxious pulse, he looked over towards the Vesalius screen.
Adres seemed terrified at the specifications of this flagship, Margellan wouldn't blame them. He was ultimately a rare breed amongst the PLANTs.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">A man of Faith would be inured at the prospect of facing an Archangel.</span></span>
"This... Changes the nature of this mission, considerably." Le Creuset opens their mouth as Margellan gripped their armchair. "Ephraime... <span class="mu-i">It seems entrusting my crew to your planning has been a right call.</span>"
He did not bat an eye at the stroke of their ego, a welling depth of anticipation already washing over the Captain of the Nemo as he prepared to instruct the Natural to engage their next objectives.
"Adres, Summon the Le Creuset Team to ready for infiltration." Margellan let go of their armchair as they widened their brow.
"Le Creuset, what the-?!" He controlled their tone, not readying the transceiver as the strategy reunion started coming to a close.
"Why, this Infiltration changes considerably into one of urgency, You understand precisely the struggles we in the PLANTs have faced for the Alliance to have achieved them in the meanwhile... <span class="mu-s">Thus, it is Imperative we steal or scuttle their process, one way or another.</span>"
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Thu 27 Nov 2025 04:08:05 No. 6338903 Report >>6338900 <span class="mu-i">He couldn't fight the logic.
Sound as it was and simple in how these technologies could eclipse ZAFT's capabilities if properly developed...
<span class="mu-s">There was one objection Margellan could place, out of a deep corner of their heart, buried within coarse language and calculated stratagems.</span></span>
"Rau... Think it well on the optics, <span class="mu-i">We're planning to infiltrate a neutral colony!</span>" It could only end in disaster, yet...
"<span class="mu-i">The Alliance had thought of that as well, but with this data recorded by Ensign Moon. <span class="mu-s">We can prove otherwise.</span></span>"
Margellan laid shocked in their chair.
<span class="mu-i">He couldn't have planned far along to justify his approach... Not in the-?</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:0TLJxzAl Thu 27 Nov 2025 04:14:11 No. 6338905 Report Rolled 99, 39 = 138 (2d100) >>6338080 As you're passing along the hallways, the briefing was concluded. And it ended up with you all being order to rest from the docking in order to get right into piloting the prototype mobile suits.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Gundam...</span></span>
"<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Come! Guuuundaaaam!</span></span>" One of the younger trainees from the 10-man roster raises up, forming a block with their arms "Aegis, Formation!"
"Cut it out, you snot-nosed twerp!" The oldest of the roster yelled at them "I got a migraine from trying to read the piloting manuals under the dim light of the briefing and you're making it worse by making stuff up!"
"Yeah, the Aegis has a Mobile Armour transformation, not a shield of any kind." Allan comments away as the young pilot raises their arms wide, forming their fingers into claw-like grips "Y'know, I'd expected you to join in on the nonsense, Grenel. Why'd you look so grim? Still ill from the food on the Hidalgo?"
You nod absentmindedly, taking the easy cover away as you try to not be overwhelmed by the sheer disparity and wonder these machines and their flagship have.
That meeting went into deep detail and as you took upon the time...
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">You have two hours remaining before Le Creuset's plan is performed...</span></span>
Although you're absent-mindedly roped into a conversation between the pilots and their picks for their most anticipated machine.
>The Aegis seems popular, No wonder with it being the leader. >The Duel seems the simplest to operate, which seems ideal to accustom to. >The Buster's long range capabilities seem phenomenal, It should translate well to your own experience. >The Blitz's stealth capabilities seem unique, Hide in plain sight even to the most advanced sensors arrays? >The Strike... You wonder what these Striker packs really are, seeing as they didn't get talked about. A real mystery machine. Yet, after a answering, You had it clear.
>Find a quiet and isolated place, report to Margellan on your findings and for instructions. >Go on ahead and check the machines, you were given their approximate location, might as well lock in. >Disengage and search for the Spy that was within the Colony in the first place, Margellan gave you a code in order to let them know. >Keep it calm and collected, you're doing well enough by doing absolutely nothing, you can get even more info this way by following the flow. >Write-in Anonymous
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>>6338905 >The Blitz's stealth capabilities seem unique, Hide in plain sight even to the most advanced sensors arrays? >Go on ahead and check the machines, you were given their approximate location, might as well lock in. Let's get sneaky!
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>>6338905 >The Buster's long range capabilities seem phenomenal, It should translate well to your own experience. >Disengage and search for the Spy that was within the Colony in the first place, Margellan gave you a code in order to let them know. Anonymous
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Fri 05 Dec 2025 13:14:48 No. 6342760 Report >>6338905 >>6338993 >>6341725 >>6341731 Throwing in a considerable bet in the Buster Gundam... <span class="mu-i">Was perhaps considering far too much that these new models would behave like a GINN.</span>
You suppose the allure was its familiarity with so many kinetic munitions fitted into its kit, something you'd quite gotten accustomed against the reality of these machines having the destructive power of a battleship's cannon on their hands.
<span class="mu-i">You do have a slight suspicion that Dearka would prefer it out of a personal fixation of theirs</span>, He seemed personally disappointed by the Tyrfing Marksman Rifle of the GINN Recon and had proposed many designs for MS-Specced Marksmen rifles to Margellan to the former head engineer's chargrin...
A dumb smirk crawls up your lip as you're reminded of one of their spats, right as you turned a corner upon the hallways of Moegenroete.
You're certainly closing into the civilian-access parts of the facility. Given the furtiveness of the Alliance's entry... The uniform certainly is going to become as glaring as walking in using your standard green coat.
Yet... You peer aside into an open room, widening your gaze as its dark interior is only lit with multiple CCTV monitors.
Sneaking inside, hopefully unnoticed by anybody, you start scanning the monitors ahead. The system and room seemingly dedicated to the civilian sector of the facility as you take notice of the personnel.
And somehow, a group that's passing by within the facilities grounds... They certainly look like civilians.
<span class="mu-i">And you see her, obviously in disguise... <span class="mu-s">But it's the spy</span></span>.
Toggling audio upon the camera sets, you hear out from them as one of them comments.
"Y'know, It's a bit strange that Professor Leichtmann hasn't found the time to answer us." A youth of green eyes had mentioned as they waited within a room with mechanical prototypes littered about.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">That man was in the briefing of the G-Project!</span> You remember them from that!</span>
"How about you, You need your project signed outright, right?" One with tinted eyeglasses commented "Y'know, you said you were on the finance course but I haven't seen you in any classes..."
"I have skipped, but the assignments require their signature to seal." Was the spy's answer as a boy in a black sweater nodded in understanding.
"I guess I understand you on that one, since the term started, the Professor hasn't actually reviewed most of my coding commitments." As he remarked on that one bit.. You had started wondering how long these mobile suits have been worked on.
The briefing had mentioned they and its flagship had only arrived into the colony a few weeks ago... Suggesting further cooperation between Morgenroete and the Alliance than what you'd initially thought.
Not to mention the furtive entry of the officials... <span class="mu-i">It could point out to the company itself acting independently from its nation.</span>
But that's absurd! That level of corporate greed-?
"Ah, <span class="mu-s">there you are.</span>"
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Fri 05 Dec 2025 13:18:21 No. 6342762 Report >>6342760 You turn beside yourself, muting the audio feeds as you glared to where the voice had originated from.
As an androgynous visage of overtly elegant outerwear blocks the exit from the surveillance room while glaring at you with the ruby-like eyes.
"Grenel Loos... Seems you have decided to expand your horizons further than we were willing to provide." Their voice is rather deep, commanding respect away from their tone.
"S-Sorry, I needed to take a breather to prepare and-!" The man takes steps towards you, making you fumble your words as they glared at you... <span class="mu-i">With a confident smirk?</span>
"Likely words, I can tell you are under stress." The man grasp your shoulder as a chill runs through your spine, making you wince "<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">You're lying, one can read it off your very emotions</span></span>"
You freeze entirely.
<span class="mu-i">You're caught... Dammit, why?! How would he!?</span>
"But as word of advice, I just want to tell the fellows in Moscow that have sent you that we only appreciate the sample sent to us as they tolerate our boundaries. Report this to be <span class="mu-s">Rondo Gina Sahaku's</span> words and abandon any attempt to turn our fruitful cooperation into a disenfranchised act of distrust."
That-...
<span class="mu-i">They think you're an Eurasian Federation spy?</span>
"Grenel, you ass!" Allan shows up quickly closing the dustance and grabbing you by the arm roughly "The Lieutenant's calling us for testing and you laze off trying to look at pretty women?! I told you this on the trip! Just wait until we're given shore leave!"
You go along with his suggestion, giving one last glancing look behind you at the man in purple attire.
"Still... <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">A certain surprise to have felt you from so far away...</span></span>"
You aren't sure what was he talking about on that last bit.
Even less as you tightened up your act to ease your racing heart.
But somehow... <span class="mu-i">You can faintly feel something else around you as he mentioned that</span>.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Fri 05 Dec 2025 13:21:37 No. 6342763 Report Quoted By:
>>6338905 >>6342762 >??? = 99 (Majour Success) Mu la Flaga's rise through the military ranks of the Atlantic Federation wasn't stellar.
<span class="mu-i">Orphaned at a young age, A famous father to always be compared with... The opening blows of the Bloody Valentines Conflict even just as few as five years back.</span>
But he had made it big... <span class="mu-i">In theory.
And theory usually had a rather misfortunate habit of being tried by reality and proven wrong in the worst of ways.</span>
Gritting their teeth as their ribs are pummeled one more time, the Hawk of Endymion, now chained crudely with wires to a girder within a covert Morgenroete hangar.
"Alright, Cough it up, What congressman within the Senate sent you here to snoop on our private dealings?!" One of the brutes with the Red armband spat as Mu just hung their head low.
Withholding the urge to spit back blood upon them as the weary man in the formerly-iconic pilot suit of the spatial-awareness corps just grinned.
Well, that confirmed they were a secret organization within the alliance... <span class="mu-i">Maybe not so much that they were elite if this Brute and their lackey was anything to amount to</span>.
"Jesus, Melam. He's the Hawk of Endymion? Don't you think we're-?" A glare of the brute towards their thin lackey just dispelled any notion.
"Yep, which is why <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">I ain't hitting him in the face.</span> Gets the message across without speaking ill of us.</span>"
Mu let out a guffaw, the Brute's plan being so ridiculously ill-suited that he couldn't control it.
"What's that, Punk?!" They yelled out quickly holding the Blonde ace by the neck of their suit, raising their fist for a punch "on second thought! We can do whatever. Learn in hell to never mess with <span class="mu-i">Phantom-</span>"
Mu had expected getting socketed then, if not for red-banded arm to grab the fist of their would-be abuser. Twisting it back as a sharp snap is heard.
"S-Shit, <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Coordie!</span></span> I only tied him up, I didn't-!" The thin soldier grabbed their now injured companion, quickly exiting the hangar and making their escape...
As Mu glared at their would-be saviour... <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Before looking towards the face of the machine that had been transported by the Hidalgo.</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Fri 05 Dec 2025 13:27:33 No. 6342764 Report Quoted By:
>>6338903 Rusty McKenzie knew precisely what he was getting involved as the stealth shuttle docked within the hull of the colony.
Yet, his beating heart and racing pulse couldn't really ease down, not out of nerves, that had been since long dealt away with.
<span class="mu-i">But excitement.</span>
Rusty didn't quite get why someone as exemplarily unique as Frieden was so against Dearka's and Yzak's search for honour through service. He's even got a recognized Epithet across ZAFT's forces and is all but an ace in name only!
To try and downplay his own achievements professed by the state apparatus... It does ring a bell slightly on having a stick up their-.
The bulkhead of the shuttle opens as the greencoat in their normal suit finished hacking an entrance into the colony's service tunnels.
"Go time! Signals only from hereon." Athrun called ahead as you all locked and loaded your submachine guns.
<span class="mu-i">The heft of the flak vest and rig in their chests pressing lightly on their normal suits as they proceed to enter into the colony's interior</span>.
Fortunately, Captain Le Creuset got some last-minute intel that had hurried along the search for these new models... An industrial sector far away from any residential dwellings or commercial hubs.
It seemed to ease Nicol and in some regard, Rusty as well that the attack will be focused and if all goes to plan.
<span class="mu-i">The Colony will just learn a lesson not to work with the enemy of ZAFT.</span>
"Rusty, hurry up!" Yzak calls out as they finished planting the explosives upon the base-plates of the main engineering building "Intel wasn't clear on the machines hangars, we got to clear them quick!"
Going topside... The anticipation made the young man's pulse race, as he set the timing of the bombs right onto Le Creuset's signal at the Vesalius.
The infiltration group rushed ahead, Greencoats securing their Mobile suits for deployment into the colony...
And you five redcoats finally checking hangar numbers as they're prepped in, tarps and trucks seemingly mobilizing them for testing.
A stray thought did cross Rusty's head as he watched the Mobile Suits being stored, waiting for Le Creuset's signal...
Frieden wasn't present... And while he already had previously noticed how against the idea of a colony infiltration Captain Margellan was... He knew personally that wouldn't deter the Blackband pilot from going ahead. Knowing the stakes of the mission.
<span class="mu-i">So... <span class="mu-s">Did he really abstain from participating, where could he be?</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Fri 05 Dec 2025 13:32:15 No. 6342765 Report >>6342760 Kira Yamato wasn't really enthused by the fact his professor had missed a critical deadline of his whole group's project.
Of course, it was Sai's idea to directly check up and use some business connections with Morgenroete's research brigade, nevertheless Tolle's to bring the whole group and voice the discontent.
"Man, I know he has obligations with Morgenroete. But this is our final project of the semester!" Tolle finally throws a slight tantrum as his patience hits boiling point "What did I even get this stupid license for?!"
He does however pipe down a little as their girlfriend tugs at their flannel overshirt "Oh, so NOW it's stupid. <span class="mu-i">According to you.</span>" Tolle tries to roll it back, only for the brunette girl to chuckle.
End-be-all... This isn't ideal.
"Hey, Kira. Leichtmann left you one of your programs to correct!" Sai comments ahead as Kira grabbed the diskette, quickly recognizing the hashed numerals in it.
<span class="mu-i">His program analysis for AMBAC components</span>... Kira did remember Leichtmann approaching them for it, promising it'd not only practically max their grade for the year, but also a junior position as a systems engineer in Morgenroete itself lined up.
Kira... Had enough on his plate, but the promise of helping out the team that had picked him up since starting technical college was too much to pass.
And yet... There lied two unknowns among it all.
<span class="mu-i">The professor's guest... And this raven-haired girl that had remained silent watching them all work.</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Fri 05 Dec 2025 13:40:21 No. 6342768 Report >>6342762 "I can't deal with pulling your ears and kicking your ass all the time, Grenel! How about you learn to behave like the soldier you're supposed to be?" Allan chides at you as you made your way through the Morgenroete facility.
<span class="mu-i">There's just one hour until Le Creuset's plan comes into fruition-.</span>
>Identity Crisis = 39 (Minour Failure) Though you and Allan stop outright as you notice Morgenroete's security cornering you both, rifles raised ahead.
"What the fu-?!" Was his reaction only for rifles to be racked behind you both.
"Grenel Loos, you're under detainment for suspicions of espionage." One of the commanded as your blood ran cold.
That man in purple... He knew and-!?
Allan eyed you once, his scowl growing as he took steps ahead towards security "You say that..."
Your heartbeat droned on your ears as Allan turned to face you, the Colony security finally beginning to close in...
<span class="mu-i">Right as an alliance group of officers floated behind them</span>.
It's... It's over, you can't-.
Though you couldn't believe your eyes as Allan thrusted their elbow into one of the security's nose, grabbing their rifle from their hands...
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Just as the Lights go out, loud noises suddenly echoing across the facility</span></span>
>Roll a d100 Indonesian Gentleman
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Rolled 2 (1d100) >>6342765 >The professor's guest... And this raven-haired girl that had remained silent watching them all work. so allan's a girl ? nice
>>6342768 welp, it's now or never
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>>6343022 living life on the edge
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 02:47:19 No. 6343473 Report >>6342768 >>6342811 >>6342981 >>6343022 Gunfire erupted, Muzzle-Flashes being the only blinding source of light on the darkened hallways.
Allan struggled with the security before ripping the rifle off their hands, slamming the stock against their neck before firing at the two remaining security beside him.
The loud sounds soon turn into rumbling across the hall, the Alliance officers looking behind their shoulders as Allan kicked one of the squirming bodies in front of them, preparing to aim-.
As a welled pit forms within your stomach, an ill feeling running across it as your very instinct tells you <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">something is not right.</span></span>
You leap forwards, your gut instinct and the stress of the situation making your movement erratic as you could already feel rifles aimed at your back-.
Before being drowned by a section of the wall outright crumbling behind you, engulfing the Morgenroete security in shrapnel fragments and debris-.
<span class="mu-i">And letting you immediately know as the corridor way ahead of you is sealed in similar conditions</span>.
"Allan!" You call out ahead of them, the Young man's course suddenly being changed as an expansive wave rocks him forth in the low-gravity environment.
>Hold-out = 87 (Majour Success) He yells out, the rifle going flying off their hands as you reach up your hand, gripping tightly onto the hinges of a wall as the whole corridor shakes and rumbles, the loud noises quickly booming into clarity as explosive detonations.
You grit your teeth,<span class="mu-i"> this can't be happening! Margellan would have given you a heads-up!
If the operation is continuing...-</span>
You struggle with your grip, multiple bodies in the hall shaking violently against walls, the ceiling and floor as Allan holds for their life by your fore-arm, your grip starting to shake as you slam your back onto the wall itself.
Yet, one brief glimpse as the corridor seals...
Was all you could see as something impacts you in the forehead, <span class="mu-i">your whole world going blurry as you lose all feelings on your body.</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 02:48:57 No. 6343474 Report Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2) >>6343473 Athrun's heart beat against his ears as the Mobile Suit teams found themselves in noticeable delay from the planned explosives.
Sliding into cover alongside Rusty within the Hangar, He already had a visual on the Mobile Suit he was supposed to jack ahead of time, having split from his three remaining redcoats to cover the ground necessary.
"Athrun, why do these have full-bore rifles?!" Rusty let out a blind volley before ejecting the magazine of his submachinegun "It's like the colony security knew we'd be here!"
Precisely, somehow, the Black-Armoured personnel from Morgenroete's facilities seemed far more on the ready than the Alliance crew.
<span class="mu-i">Not that the engineers, dock workers and even soldiers were slouching from their side</span>, Athrun counting within his head before tossing a cooked fragmentation grenade. Clearing their path as he and his ginger-haired compatriot finally breached into the Hangar proper...
And yet... <span class="mu-i">A faint pull of instinct struck Athrun, as he placed themselves into Cover, <span class="mu-s"> Rusty being slow on the uptake as he sprayed a covering volley</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 03:00:40 No. 6343478 Report >>6343474 It all came in an instant.
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<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">As a well-placed, full-powered round bursted forth and through Rusty's face, the young man flopping limply behind himself as the concealing remains of his pilot helmet hiding the true extent of the damage</span></span>
Dead-on-the-spot, In the blink of an Eye.
Athrun called out for their fallen friend, immediately Retaliating agaisnt the Colony's security and engineers likewise.
Seeing red and barely unable to restraing himself from throwing themselves into the wolf's maw of danger by focusing on the mission.
<span class="mu-i">Capture one of these Gundam Models... And <span class="mu-s">Scuttle the remaining one</span></span>.
[ <span class="mu-i">Rusty Mackenzie has Died.</span> ]
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 03:34:50 No. 6343486 Report <span class="mu-i">Kira Yamato could not believe what had a happened in just the span of an hour</span>.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 03:59:07 No. 6343498 Report Quoted By:
>>6343486 "Le Creuset, What the hell is happening inside?!" The line coming from the Nemo's Captain was tentatively held into near mute.
After asking why Interference chaff has been flown ahead of time, the shuttle with the ground infiltration troops inside and...
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">The valuable intel laid ahead by Frieden Moon</span></span>
Rau Le Creuset acknowledged how easy this has been... <span class="mu-i">Too easy.</span>
"Adres, Can you confirm the Alliance fleet's integrity?" Le Creuset asked away to their Executive Officer as he looked into data.
"<span class="mu-i">Roughly 75 percent</span>, The surprise strike has been succesful... But the Diogenes and Hayes have been sunk back" Adres seemed dejected at the destruction of two ships out of the entourage of five that had joined for this mission.
"Indeed, A shame." Le Creuset closed their eyes for a second, making proper respect of the losses as they-.
<span class="mu-i">Perked upright for a second, A familiar warming session washing across their skin as goosebumps formed under his uniform.</span>
<span class="mu-i">He was not in that test pilot roster... But once again, they meet in the battlefield</span>
"Adres, I am deploying ahead with the Bravura's team. Command my CGUE be readied and hold my strategic line while I am out." Rau made way as the executive officer understood the order... <span class="mu-i">A much too often called for order</span>.
Yet, Rau has acknowledged something as he prepared to leave... A Dark-Blue-haired woman saluting right at them as they prepared to exit the bridge.
"Ah, Lieutenant Fleuret. Is anything-." Affably keeping his distance away, The commander was interrupted as the woman dropped the salute.
"Take me with you, I'll deploy as one of your Wingmen..."
The simple request esteanged Le Creuset, The woman's rather ample trust in their person baffling them slightly.
But... <span class="mu-i">It cannot be said untruthful that she is one skilled pilot, enough to have been considered valuable enough to maintain aboard the ship in case the infiltration went awry.</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 04:13:14 No. 6343505 Report >>6343486 <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"A-Athrun...?"</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"Kira...?"</span></span>
An explosion rocked away the conflicting thoughts both Coordinators had upon seeing each other once again after three years...
As Athrun's mission and Kira's predicament took priority in both of their minds, The ZAFT soldier jumping ahead onto the cockpit of the immobilized Aegis.
As the shell-shocked student instead was ordered to crib along the Lieutenant aboard the Strike Gundam, unbeknownst to him.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">For these two friends meeting once again, sparks the start of a new chapter of the 71st Year of the Cosmic Era</span></span>.
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 04:41:25 No. 6343517 Report >>6343478 >>6343473 >>6343505 >October 3rd, CE 70. <span class="mu-i">There were particular benefits to being part of an elite team crewed with the sons of PLANT chairmen</span>
"<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Happy Birthday, Dear Frieden. Happy Birthday to you!</span></span>" The crew sung along to yours at the simple-looking but nevertheless freshly-made birthday cake made with an amassed set of sweetening rations by Le Creuset's squad.
Still, you're not exactly thrilled by owing your 20th birthday wish on a bunch of 15 year olds... <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">You suppose it'll change by next year.</span></span>
"Hey, A whole year of meeting you and us! Almost, I mean." Rusty patted your shoulder as the rest of the staff mingled and relaxed upon the ocassion "We saved up a ton for the cake but... I've got something for you." Raising an eyebrow as the ginger-haired young man pulled aside a wrapped, square-shaped gift-wrapped object...
"What the heck man! You said the cake would be enough!" Dearka complained as he noticed the extra gift "I needed time to order something cool from the requisition officers..."
"What's your idea of cool, Dearka?" Nicol asked away as he drank of some of the punch that had been dubiously made with flavorings mixed.
"<span class="mu-i">Goggles or like, A leather jacket</span> I mean..."
"You shouldn't have even tried if what you think he likes is the same as your own likes!" Yzak admonished their friend from the rather limited set of gifts he had thought of as you just sigh "What about you Athrun, Would you have cooked a tiny robot for the <span class="mu-i">Natural</span>?"
You arc an eyebrow, looking at the young man just barely swallowing a bite of his cake "Hey, you've never ever mentioned you can do Robotics." For his part he awkwardly wiped their lips as he looked down.
"I... It was a hobby I had a child... I don't have the materials with me, but I could make one for you if you want." As you could visibly see he was a bit taken aback with being spotlighted, You nodded to it before focusing on Rusty's gift.
"I'll think of it then, Rusty. What's this?" You asked away before being goaded away into opening it and finding out, ripping the thin paper wrapping it up to discover a portable walkman in it.
"Heheh! I've eyed up those tapes you have in your room and guess what!? Now you can listen to them! Wether throug the in-built speakers or with headphones!" You understand a bit of the excitement, given that you've remained quite tight-lipped about them...
<span class="mu-i">After all, It's related to the last parting gift you got before embarking on your service aboard</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 05:06:17 No. 6343528 Report >>6343517 Having become an overnight celebrity as the <span class="mu-i">Mind-Killer, Black-Band pilot of ZAFT...</span>
Well it brought a lot of attention to you, some of it unrequited, parts of it dangerous.
A Natural's rise to prominence within the PLANT colonies was thought of laughable, but state media had allowed it, if just briefly. To be received with full respect as part of the military campaign face-saving for the Grimaldi Front.
Truth be told, you hated to think of it on that light, but the Mistakes of the Grimaldi Front could never be accepted upfront and honest... And with the Hero's welcome you got in comparison to many, many others coming back in spirit or in tatters.
It estranged you why your apartment had a knock on its door from none other than the very girl you had stopped from ending their own life.
They... Seemed resolute that if someone with so many things against their own success could achieve it.
<span class="mu-i">So could they, if they held up a hand in help and another to strive</span>.
They wanted to be a singer, just like Lacus Clyne, their own personal idol.
And you had encouraged them ahead, letting her outright demand one thing.
<span class="mu-i">If the war ends, in at least, a year, She'll have her own name plastered across state media just like you did. Promising to that end...</span>
<span class="mu-s">You never learned her name.</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Sun 07 Dec 2025 05:48:28 No. 6343549 Report >>6343528 You wake up, intense wracking pain feeling ahead of your head as your body lays limp upon the low-gravity space.
It's dark out... And you feel air entering your lungs focefully.
Suddenly regaining your senses as a figure moves in front of your eyes, you take notice that you're being resuscitated by someone.
<span class="mu-i"> Someone who's expression grows increasingly emotionally strained as they moved in to embrace you. </span>
"You...! You're alive! Thank goodness, You're alive!" She calls out ahead for you, before you semi-consciously push her away as you grasp your situation.
<span class="mu-i">How long have you been out?! Is the attack ongoing?! Where could the spy be?! Allan! He tried to save you from Security what's-?!</span>
All of it debriefed in short as the woman acknowledged your shell-shock.
"First Lieutenant Parsec made their ways to the G-Project hangars to try and save the machines... I... I understand you've just come to but <span class="mu-s">I suggest you do the same before <span class="mu-i">ZAFT</span> finds them.</span>"
They've started... Damn it!
Making your way out as you bust your way from the sealed corridor by kicking open a barred door, you lower as the Colony's gravity intensifies now that you're out of Morgenroete's building...
Right as a truck hurriedly drifts to your side, it's door being opened as you could see Allan driving in it "Get the fuck in, Grenel! These damn spacemen sold us out to ZAFT, but I found their damned secrets too!" You flinch... Not entirely sure what Allan is even talking about but...
<span class="mu-i">It's the best lead you'll have.</span>
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Rolled 12, 43 = 55 (2d100) >>6343549 longish doot
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Rolled 79, 6 = 85 (2d100) >>6343549 so much going on, so little time...
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Rolled 92, 66 = 158 (2d100) >>6343549 MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8
MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Mon 08 Dec 2025 14:41:42 No. 6344136 Report >>6343549 >>6343556 >>6343567 >>6343971 You take one look as an active radar pings out a particular location within the drive-ways.
"I knew something was off when our guys weren't alarmed but these damn spacemen pulled rifles for a child! Grenel. <span class="mu-s">They were stealing our tech!</span>" Raising your eyebrows at the info, you hold unsteadily in your seat as Allan takes a bumpy detour.
"What?! How would you-?!" You tried to argue before having to catch the rifle sitting beside Allan's lap, magazines attempting to scramble into the bottom of the truck's compartments if not for you holding them.
"They were moving these trucks towards the Spaceports and I managed to intercept a container full of MS weapons as well as the linked cargo to it on this radar!" Allan takes a look at the radar as his scowl grows wider "You got your piece?!" Asking outwardly, you reach out for your hip holster...
>Handgun Pass-over = 96 (Majour Success) You pull over it "I only have the one mag for it but-!" And cut yourself off you do, out of the sheer fact that the exact kind of pistol you were assigned to in the Eurasian Federation would be seen as exotic by Atlantic Soldiers.
"If only they hadn't taken our 1911's, goddamn traitors!" Allan seems to take it in stride, believing it to be scavenged off another of Morgenroete's security as he grit their teeth "I hope you realize how dangerous this shit is! I saw a damn mono-eye scouring the perimeter, so we better be quick when jacking this!"
You're still dazed from the pain in your head and the bumpy ride as you finally well up to ask Allan how you'll do this "And what's the plan, any second we'll be close to-!"
His smirk as he starts tucking rifle magazines to the pockets of his jacket unnerves you, as the Radar Signal is now on direct sight.
"Just like in the falklands! Get ready for it!" Taking hold of your Makarov, Allan speeds up before out right breaking the accelerator paddle with the butt of their rifle...
<span class="mu-i">[bAs you both realized the full frontal collision to the Truck ahead of you!</span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Mon 08 Dec 2025 14:45:13 No. 6344138 Report >>6343556 >>6343567 >>6343971 >>6344136 >"BAIL!" = 66 (Minour Success) Jumping out of the speeding vehicle, you tumble and roll over asphalt as the Trucks collide by front-ending the side, glass and metal fragments immediately flying off both as one of the driving seat's passengers sent off flying through the windshield.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">It didn't take long for the gunfire to begin once again as you unsteadily rose for your feet</span></span>
"The cargo's open at the top! Get in and get it moving!" Allan covers for you as he shoots down two men from the following convoy, allowing you your chance to run in and scale up the large container as you rush towards the cockpit.
<span class="mu-i">An unrecognizable face greeting you as you forced the jammed cockpit door open</span>
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Hopping in ahead, you struggle to turn it on, main and supporting cameras shuffling into the interface as you held the controls tightly.
It's... It's now or-!
"Grenel!" Allan calling out for you makes you look off away into a side-camera, the soldier being pinned down by fire from the security force as he hunkered down behind a displaced Humvee "Help me over here, you oaf!"
And you do as you...-
"Unknown test pilot detected on mainframe component, disabling all power signals." A pseudo-robotic voice called out as all the cameras went dead, alarming you as-.
No! This isn't... <span class="mu-s">This isn't over like this!</span>
Unocketing the flash drive, you raise it ahead under the piloting interface, access panel on the ready as you jack in with a forceful push!
"Error, Error, Detecting Piloting AI corruption in process-!" The voice called once again as the cameras within the cockpit flickered on and off, you holding to the cockpit's controls as.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">As the unknown machine's eyes light up, gunfire stopping as you push your propulsion to stand up hurriedly from the cargo container</span></span>
"The Astray Frame?! How did they jack it with the AI?!"
"What does it matter!? Take it down!"
"Grenel! The cargo!"
You... You stand at awe as the brand new machine stood over the stunned crew.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Until a voice from within the cockpit rared you into acting</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"All right! Bring 'em on!"</span></span>
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Mon 08 Dec 2025 14:54:53 No. 6344142 Report >>6344138 (And that's a wrap for the phase, Hope you all liked it and have some happy holidays this season! I'm not sure if I'll continue for the month or wait until next year's eve to come. But whichever case it is. I hope you enjoy it all the same)
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>>6344142 alright OP. btw I got a lil confused so I'll ask: allan is someone who knew the og grenel, right ? she isn't related to zaft like us ?
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Tue 09 Dec 2025 12:09:22 No. 6344506 Report Quoted By:
>>6344476 (Yep, <span class="mu-s">He's</span> an Alliance Soldier who's got a pretty close bond with the actual Grenel Loos. Not to be confused with Mayano, the Spy Frieden was sent to Heliopolis to retrieve)
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MaxwelllAllwell !!NakmY3MDEp8 ID:M6K01RPn Tue 09 Dec 2025 20:31:29 No. 6344657 Report Quoted By:
