<strong>How this works</strong><br/>- Some of you wanted the chance to wipe the floor with some NPC mooks? Now's your chance. This section will allow you to write narrative battles with you controlling both your character, and the opponents, the battle going however you want it to. If you want to battle against another player, that can be arranged very easily. Just request a challenge in the OOC thread or though PM, and have the two characters go head to head. Also, fighting isn't everything that has to take place during this section of the RP, if you want to arrange events that aren't related to the battlefield, that's easily arranged as well, with a few words in the OOC thread.<br/><br/>Any questions can be taken to the OOC thread, I'll do my best to keep this as simple as possible.<br/><br/>..................................................................................................<br/><br/>And so the sign ups came to a close. Many people were rejected of their chance to join the most famous and massive of all Mech federations, but many were also able to get in and start their path anew. For so many MBF pilots this was little more then busy work, a day long hassle that wouldn't effect anything, but for so many others, this would be their one shot, their first real chance to make a name for themselves and stand among the elite who called this a mere formality.<br/><br/>And so, after a week of numbers crunching and information processing, the preliminaries began.<br/><br/>The preliminaries was a 3 month long process of pitting pilots against one another to gauge their abilities and more properly pit them against opponents that would put up a good fight. The process was a simple one, from the end of the pilots, anyway. First, the people hidden behind closed doors would pick opponents off a formula, call in the fighters, and give them 2 days warning to get their bearings together before having them come down to the MBF main fighting arena, where the pilots would take part in battles to assess their strength. Most pilots could expect to be called in to fight once every couple of weeks, some less, some more. Typically, the preliminaries were what separated the aces from the average pilots, the preliminaries were as far as many, many mediocre fighters would face the end of their journey.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Mira shivered as she snapped her phone shut and slipped it back into her purse. It had only been three days since the end of the sign ups and she had already been scheduled for her first match. Of course, she understood that the MBF had to start SOMEWHERE, but did they really have to pit her against Jareth and his monstrosity? Mira gently rested her head against the wall, something HAD to be going on behind the scenes, for a matchup like this to take place. Jareth had seemed like a good guy during their rather brief encounter, if a bit... forward. Still, the reports that Ruby had shown her lingered in the back of her mind, and she wasn't looking forward to pitting herself against such a massive and powerful machine.<br/><br/>She sat down at her workbench, a blank piece of paper laying on top of it, and a pen in her hand.<br/>"Let's see here... It's big, but it's slow and it doesn't have long range weaponry. As Jareth himself put it, he was 'target practice'. So, if I were to bring the bazooka, I could hit him from afar. I would love to use my plasma cannons, but those recordings clearly demonstrated that his machine is plasma resistant... So, I need to hit him with explosives, and hope to get past that shell."<br/><br/>She continued to vocalize her thoughts, she found that it helped her retain the information better then if she simply thought about it.<br/>"Ah, hah! I'm faster then he is! So if I can get in close with the flail, I can hit him hard AND stay on the move, perfect!"<br/>