Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals
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				Title: <strong>Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 16:39:24</strong>
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				The Year is Universal Century 0079. The Group of colonies furthest from the Earth, Side 3, have declared their independence. Calling themselves the "Principality of Zeon". They wage a bloody war with the Earth Federation for their independence. The Atrocities committed in the name of Freedom saw both side lose half their respective populations. After 6 months of fierce fighting, Both sides have come to a stalemate.<br><br>During this war, Many have stepped up to answer the Call. To fight and shed blood for their Ideals. All gave some, some gave all. Some of their names shall be remembered, most will not.<br><br>In the shifting Deserts of North Africa lies one such group. Made of brave Men and Women who venture into the wastes of the Sahara and Suez Peninsula in order to route the Occupying Zeons forces. Rarely do they see the comforts of a bed or Air Conditioning. Their Missions causing them to venture into the deep deserts for long periods of time.<br><br>A hover truck glided over the loose sands of the Sahara. Searching for signs of a Zeon patrol that was spotted in the area. "This is a good a spot as any. The soft sands are shit for sonar work." The driver called to the Sonar Operator. "Quit your complaining, at least we are not expected to engage what we find." the Operator shot back as she moved to her station. Donning her headphones. She drove the long spikes into the soft sand as the driver shut off the engine to give her unobstructed picture. The job of disposing of what they find was for the Three GM mobile suits that were escorting the Truck. The shifting sand slipped away under their footfalls. With their weapons raised in the ready position, they visually scanned the area. "Keep your heads on a swivel." the Lead GM called out. "But Sir, where is a 100 ft tall Zaku going in hide?" One of the other pilots commented.<br><br>As if in answer to his question, Three Humanoid figures burst up thru the sand. The First Zaku had it's Heat Hawk out and brought it down on the Group Leader. The superheated axe like blade cutting through the armor of the GM like butter. It's companion brought the 120mm Zaku Machine gun to bear on the second GM, destroying it easily. The last GM brought up it's Machine gun and was about pepper the two Zakus, but it's action was cut short from a burst of 120mm fire to it's back from the final Zaku. In the Hover truck, it was panic as the sonar operator was firing the Truck's Gatling. Watching as the round bounced harmlessly off the back of the massive Mobile suit. "GET US OUT OF HERE!" the Sonar operator screamed from the gunner's seat. "I CAN'T! THE FANS ARE BURIED IN THE SAND!" Driver yelped back in panic. Vainly, he tried to get the fans moving to facilitate their escape. The Sonar operator's face went white as a sheet. The large foot of one of the Zaku's was coming down right on top of the hover trucks, crushing it utterly. After ensuring their prey was truly dead, the three Zakus marched off to continue their patrol, not seeing the small trickles of crimson seeping out of the hover truck's crushed cab.<br><br>At the main base camp just south of Cairo, a Small jeep just passed base security. it's occupant, a new pilot for a MS team. After dropping off the Jeep in the motor pool, he tugged at his collar in hopes of letting some of the heat out of his Uniform. It took him a moment to find the Commander's office to check in. "Sir, Lt. William Sampson reporting sir." William smartly said as he knocked on the door. At just under Six Foot, Lt. Sampson was naturally heavy set, which caused much ridicule thru his basic training. This however only served to make him push himself harder. his most distinctive feature was a large scar on the left side of his face. It started from the corner of his eye and slightly curved back along his Jaw. "...Sir?" William quietly opened the door and found no one behind the desk. "Sir!" Will called out a bit louder.<br><br>(Thud)<br><br>"OW, The Hell!" A voice hissed in pain as the Desk appeared to jump. A rather short elderly man stood up from beneath his desk. Rubbing the newly growing knot on his bald head, He eyed the intruder. Colonel Bernard Alexander was a very tough Commanding officer, yet he was completely fair in his treatment of his troop. A lover of Military history, he often looked to the actions of past commanders along with Sun-Tzu's teachings when it came to make strategy. "Who the hell are you?" He growled finally stopped rubbing his head. "Sir, Lt. William Sampson." Samson replied quickly. "Ah, your that new transfer. Your File says your from the Colonies." the colonial said as he picked up a thick folder from his desk. thumbing through it, he nodded as he looked over the information. "Yes, Sir." Samson acknowledged. "Have you lived in the Colonies long?" Colonial Alexander asked as he continued to look over Samson dossier. "Only three years, Sir. I was born and raised in the Southern North American Continent." Samson spoke reaffirming what the Colonial was seeing in the folder. "I see, then it must be good not breathing that reprocessed air." He said absently. "Yes Sir." William answered hoping this wouldn't go on much longer. "Your assignment is with the 432nd Forward MS Team. It's one of the few teams in the world equipped with the new RX-79 Ground Type." Alexander said as he tossed the folder on his desk and leaned back in his chair. "Ground Type?" Samson asked. His face twisted a bit in confusion. "You'll see. they will be delivered this Afternoon on the Medeas. here is the tech manual. I strongly suggest you look it over. I hope you like to camp out." Alexander said. A mischievous smirk played itself on his lips. Samson saluted as he excused himself. <br><br>slinging his duffel over his shoulder, he crossed the compound. Dodging the large feet of GMs and the traffic of jeeps zipping around. Eventually he came to barracks of the 432nd. The paddocks for their Mobile suit a short distance way. At the Moment the moment they stood empty, but that will change that afternoon. He could see the grounds personnel working to get the berths ready. Entering the Barracks. Once again he was bathed in the cool breeze of Air-conditioning. He let out his breath as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Hello?" He called to only get silence back. "Huh, Guess I am the first to arrive." he mused as he went to find his room assignment and look over the manual for the new Mobile suit he was going to be piloting. A mobile suit they were a calling a Gundam.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 23:33:30</strong>
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				As the main Zeon force moved away from their hunting grounds a small unit of three zakus and a special variant arrived at the smouldering ruins of the ambush. While the main force thought that it was now a useless wreck. The Ace pilot Vrax August still thought something of value might be in there. All four Zakus stopped and their pilots hopped out.<br><br>(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111125202542/gundam/images/0/05/MS-06D_Desert_Zaku.jpg)<br><br>All of the pilots were wearing specialized desert warfare uniforms. Specially made to ensure the pilot was cool and hydrated during extended time in the desert. The main forces did not have this luxury, but the special commando units Vrax was assigned to did.<br><br>"<em>Damn, third platoon did a real number on these guys</em>" Said one of the pilots checking the wreckage for survivors. Two of the GM's cockpits were burned out husks leaving no doubt of their pilots fate.&nbsp; One of the pilots inspected the third GM, its cockpit still mostly intact, upon further inspection he noticed a small crimson trail leaking out of the cockpit. Looking in he could see the pilot was injured but not badly enough to be fatal.<br><br>"<em>Got a live one!</em>" the Zeon pilot yelled to the others, who quickly came to him. Slowly pulling the injured pilot out. He had shrapnel wounds on his right shoulder preventing him from using his pistol. Several scrapes on his head had bloodied his vision so he couldn't see very well.<br><br>Vrax approached the pilot, He was the only one actually in full dress. His Naval uniform proudly showing his Zeon medal ribbons and unit citations. "Whats your name?" he asked the pilot kneeling down to his level.<br><br>"M. Sanders, Ensign, 431st Recon unit, Serial Number 12487-896" said the pilot in a robotic tone. Having memorized it from basic training. A standard phrase they told them to say if captured by the enemy.<br><br>"Where were you coming from? Where is your unit stationed?" Vrax pressed.<br><br>"M. Sanders, Ensign..." Said the pilot his body beginning to fail him. "<em>I don't think we are going to get much more out of him sir, should we stabilize him and prepare him for transport?</em>"<br><br>"Pitty, and no it won't be needed..." Said Vrax in one motion pulling out his side arm and firing his pistol, twice hitting the pilot in the chest, and once more in the head in rapid succession. The shots ringing out across the barren desert. The dead pilot slowly sunk to his back where the sand started to absorb the blood. "Check the crushed APC, see if you can open the top hatch, they may have a code book in there." Said Vrax still looking at the dead pilot. The other pilots hesitated for a moment before Vrax's gaze shifted to them, the Zeon pilots then quickly moved to work.<br><br>The crushed APC was still smoldering from the Zaku stomp. With a little elbow grease and minor explosives the team was able to pry open the hatch to investigate. Several items of moderate importance were mostly recovered and once they had cleared the whole area, just as quickly as they arrived they left. Leaving nothing but a body in their wake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 00:29:43</strong>
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				The lieutenant wasn't alone in the barracks, he was just the only one that had any interest in speaking. Through a divider that separated the male living areas from the female ones, a lone woman flicked through the pages of a combat magazine without daring to make a sound. Everything she did seemed to be deathly silent, as though she was nothing more then a ghost, a figment of imagination sitting on her bed. Like the lieutenant, she had received the manual instructing her in how she would be piloting the "Gundam ground type" as the higher ups called it. She had to admit, Gundam sounded like a very strong name, one that she could respect. She had already completely looked over the entirety of her field manual, and she had a feeling that she knew as much as she could about her Gundam without actually being in the cockpit herself.<br><br>She looked out of her window towards the area of the base were the mobile suits were held, her own Gundam Ground type, outfitted with a one of a kind sniper rifle specifically made for both Isabel's specialties, as well as the specs of the Gundam Ground type. "... My unit... Gundam..." The voice would be barely above a whisper, before she returned her attention to the magazine, a more trivial time killer then any real source of interest for her. She wanted to go out to the paddocks herself, see her unit up close, prepare herself for the battles that were to come.<br><br>For now though, all the raven haired soldier could do was wait.
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				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 14:05:20</strong>
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				The transport craft touched down with a thud, shaking Sam Richter out of a fitful sleep.&nbsp; He'd hated flying, or rather, being a passenger in a what was, essetially, a cargo truck, and being at the mercy of another pilot.&nbsp; It didn't sit well with him at all.<br><br>"What are you doing here?"&nbsp; Another passenger asked, a guy who wore the pips of a low-grade mechanic.<br><br>"They need a pilot."&nbsp; Sam grumbled.&nbsp; "Why they chose me is a mystery."<br><br>It was the truth.&nbsp; He'd spent the last three months in an Intel billet, working in a nice, climate-controlled office, at a nice, comfortable desk.&nbsp; before that, he was part of the 88th Orbital Interception Platoon, driving GM suits, before the last suit he drove was systematically blown apart by a group of Zakus.<br><br>"Things are tough all over, man."&nbsp; The mechanic droned, releasing himself from the safety harness of his seat.&nbsp; "No one likes to get shuffled around, but them's the breaks."<br><br>"Yeah..."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "Probably want me to drive some piece-o'-shit GM ground-type."<br><br>Sam wasn't thrilled with the idea, not when there was supposed to be a new type of ground combat suit, a variatio of the Gundam mobile suit currently in use.&nbsp; Still, it was a chance to drive an MS, and he'd do what he could.<br><br>Twenty minutes after he'd landed, he presented himself to the base's commander, with a sharp salute.<br><br>"Corporal Samuel Richter, reporting for duty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 01:33:18</strong>
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				Colonel Alexander eyed the Corporal standing before him with a heavily critical eye. "I'll be Frank Corporal. I hate Spooks. With their Double talk and All. You can not trust them." Alexander growled. "What is worse is an ex-Spook. You don't know if they are a plant or not. So I'll be keeping eye on you Corporal." He said as he slammed shut Sam's Dossier. "Your assigned to the 432nd Forward Mobile Suit Team. The Lt., William Samson, just arrived not too long ago. Head over to the Barracks and report to him. Your Mobiles suit be arriving around 1800hrs on the Supply Medeas. Be happy. They are the new Ground Type Gundam suits." Colonel Alexander said right before he dismissed the Corporal. <br><br>Back at the Barrack, Lt. Samson had simply tossed his duffel on the bunk as he sat at a small desk. Looking over the tech sheet. He was loving the RX-79 (G) More and More. It's weapons Load out put the GM's to shame. Beam rifle, 180mm Cannon, Clip Feed Bazooka, Shoulder fired Missile and Rocket Launcher. Net launcher, and Gundam Hammer. These were merely the Hand held weapons. The Suit itself came with dual beam sabers housed in recharge sockets in the Knees. A Chest mounted Vulcan and Multi Launcher. Even a Periscope mounted in the Head. The Illustration made the Machine look like a real scrapper too. William gave a low whistle when he noticed a addendum with the Weapons List. Since the Developers were having trouble with inconsistent performance with the Beam Rifle and Power packs. The Beam Rifle has not been released for Field issue. Once it has, it will be slated for "Special Mission" Purposes only. So instead of the Beam Rifle. The Gundams were to be equipped with 100mm Machine guns. Williams grimaced as he wondered how effective they would be against the Zeon suits. As well as how well the Armor of the Gundams would stand up to the 120mm Zaku Machineguns. He Continued to look over the Specs as he waited for 1800hrs when the Medeas carrying the Suits were due to arrive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 02:44:55</strong>
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				A loud Guffaw erupted over the Radio as a Guncannon exploded from the Strike to it's back. The Mobile suit that delivered the death blow was a Zeon MS-07B-3, Gouf Custom Type. A Ground combat Mobile suit specializing in Melee combat. The Suits garish color scheme of Purple and white signified the occupant of great importance. And in his own mind. None were more important than he. Colonel Muhammad Acar sneered at the scene of Carnage he and his group created. "These pathetic Federation peasants can not hope to stand up to one with the linage such as I." He spoke regally over the radio. His suit giving the heat saber he carried a flick as if it was flinging off excess blood. the Glowing blade quickly cooling down now that it was no longer needed. <br><br>Colonel Acar was the Zeon Commander for the Zeon's Middle East and African theater of Operations. Often desiring to take a More hands on approach in dealing with the foolish federation pilots that get too close to his Base of operations. With the immediate threat over, He and his subordinates returned to the Base. A large Underground Complex hidden in the Sahara Desert. As they approached, A large Door raised up to grant them access. The Sand sliding off of the thickly armored hatch. The Mobile suits began to descend into the depths to be greeted by a guide car. When the last suit descended into the ground the Hatch closed to be quickly covered up again by the shifting sands of the Sahara.<br><br>&nbsp;Acar easily backed his Gouf into it's berth as the Grounds crew flocked all over the suit and began to attach umbilical and data cables running to maintenance terminals. When the Gantry Arm was swung into place, The hatch in the lower abdomen of the Gouf swung open. As Acar stepped out, a Young private stood there with a bottle of water for him. "Another successful battle." Acar Boasted as he snatched the water bottle from the young boy's hand. As he chugged the contents, he looked over to the other two berths. Where were being parked the Mobile suits of his two most capable and trusted subordinates. He smiled as he observed their combat prowess today. Tossing the bottle back towards the waiting private. A captain came trotting up to him. "Colonel Acar. You received a private communication while you were out." "Fine, I'll take it in my office." he growled.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 02:52:35</strong>
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				"Oh, spook, huh?"&nbsp; Sam roared as soon as he exited the commander's office.&nbsp; "I got your 'spook' right here, pal!&nbsp; Come get some!"<br><br>To emphasize his point, Sam dropped his duffle, and flippen an obscene finger gesture towards the door.&nbsp; Then, noticing motion out of the corner of his eye, he offered a sheepish grin to two junior infantrymen, and said "How ya doin'?"<br><br>Sam stomped off, pissed that a simple 3rd-rate intel billet was enough to have him branded before he even arrived.&nbsp; It sucked, and he knew it sucked.<br><br>Then, he paused, again.&nbsp; The guy had mentioned something...&nbsp; The 'G' word!&nbsp; he was getting one of the new Ground-types!&nbsp; Sam couldn't believe it!<br><br>As he walked, he had to ask directions to the 432nd's barracks, and finally found it.&nbsp; Once inside, he found an empty rack, dropped his duffle, and layed flat on it.<br><br>"Never fear, mere humans,"&nbsp; He called, to the other occupants.&nbsp; "Your ideal has arrived!&nbsp; Sam Richter, Corporal in this man's Ground Forces, has arrived!"<br><br>Those transport craft weren't very comfortable.&nbsp; HIs exhaustion and back pain were proof of that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 05:56:52</strong>
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				Adam sat in the transport carrier, his violet eyes were glued to the book in his hands. After so many times of doing this throughout his life he had learned to keep his eyes on the page and never let them waver unless you would want to feel the tossing and turning of your stomach. Around him there was the constant yammering of the various grunts of the Earth Federation. Some were bragging about their combat experience and how many of those nasty Zeon scums they wiped out into little tiny particles. He scoffed at that, they were arrogant, eager, those qualities were what was going to eventually get them killed. Though he himself doesn't understand the significance of a high kill count, even though he has obtained the rank of Cheif Warrant Officer his kill count was quite low. All he had was around ten kills of assorted type, mainly Zaku I's, only about one-and-a-half Zaku II's. The half being only destroying the lower torso before backup for it arrived. He only rises through the ranks by following orders and not pissing off any CO's. He remained in space for his first tour of duty. He watched endlessly as the Zeon gained the upper hand in technology, MS design, combat. Hell he was shocked that the Earth Federation was still in this fight! <br><br>Now here he was, reassigned to the EF's ground forces in Africa. He had never been there, only read about it in his geography text books when he was still in school. Big place, lots of sand, a little bit of jungle, nothing special. He was shaken from his thought by the rattle of the carrier. He returned to his book until the carrier came to a stop. <br><br>He looked out to see a row of various buildings and hangars thrown together haphazardly. 'Yep,' he thought, 'This is an Earth Federation base.' He got up from his seat, grabbed his duffle bag, and got out of the carrier. He made his way to report in. When he got to the building he saw a soldier step out and put on a false bravado by flipping off the building. He scoffed at the sight, "I give him a month before I see him in med bay," He said under his breath. He compared himself to the angry young man. His uniform was untucked and sloppy compared to Adam's uniform which was all prim and propper. The EFSF logo on hissed shoulder and the tan horizontal bar with three red squares on the left side of his chest. He left his bag outside while benefit inside to report in. He walked up to the desk, stood upright and saluted. "Sir, Cheif Warrant Officer Adam Park. Reporting in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 23:14:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131964.msg5872149#msg5872149">Quote from: Mac84 on 16-02-2012, 02:44:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tossing the bottle back towards the waiting private. A captain came trotting up to him. "Colonel Acar. You received a private communication while you were out." "Fine, I'll take it in my office." he growled.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Once he had entered the office. The image of Vrax still in his Zaku was already on the screen. Shooting off a quick salute as he entered Vrax got straight to business.<br><br>"Colonel, we got a few interesting items from the ambushed feddies that squad 3 took out. A couple medium security code books and their operational map. Its bloody but the parts you can see is the areas that they have been trying to clear of Zeon units. Seems to be like we are mines in a minefield to them. Once they clear an area they apparently think its safe since we are strained on the front lines." Said Vrax the image on the screen flickering every now and again due to the sand storms messing with the signals.<br><br>"My team is headed back now, We made sure there was nobody for the enemy to take back to base except body bags."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 02:01:15</strong>
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				Acar gave a sinister smile, while he was unsure of Vrax when he first showed up. He couldn't question the man's results. He was quite ruthless. A trait Acar respected. A lot of the other at the base looked up to him for his combat prowess. "Excellent. These peasants will soon realize they can not beat their betters." Acar said with a laugh. "We look forward to your return Lieutenant." Acar said as he clicked off the Radio. <br><br>Alexander looked up from his desk at CWO Park. Reaching over he opened another folder. He was beginning to resent the stack of folders on his desk. "I see this isn't your first Rodeo, Park." Alexander off-highhandedly commented. "That is good. We need experienced drivers out there." He continued as he flipped a few more pages in the CWO's file. "Your Assigned to the 432nd. Your Commanding Officer, Lt. William Samson, arrived earlier today. Make sure you report to him and let him know your here. Other than that. You can't do very much until your suits arrive." Col. Alexander said as he handed the papers over to CWO Park. "Welcome to the Sandbox." He finished. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 02:47:12</strong>
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				1800hrs came and went. William grew anxious as he waited for the sign of the Medeas. It wouldn't be till around 1840 before they finally touched down. He watched from the Runway as they off loaded the huge containers holding the new Mobile suits. With smaller crates carrying the Weapons and other accessories. The Containers were loaded on to huge lift trucks and carried over to the Berths for the 432nd. William trotted excitedly over to a Older gentleman looking over and finally signing a clipboard. "So, is it Christmas yet?" William asked. "And you are sir?" The Older man asked. "I am Lt. William Samson. just Transferred into the 432nd." William replied. "Oh, So your the new CO. I am Master Chief Mike Graham. I am your Tech lead for the team. It is my responsibly to ensure your Suits are in top shape." Mike said with a proud smile. "It's good to meet you, Chief." William said with a firm handshake. "Well lets get these girls uncrated" Mike said excitedly. William watched as the Gundams were raised up out of the crates on internal lift blocks. Mike trotted off to properly supervise the action. William stood well clear to keep out everyone's way. when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning he saw a small private. "Are you Lt. Samson?" The private Asked. "yes I am, What is the Matter?". "Sir, Colonel Alexander wishes to see you." The Private said as she saluted and trotted away.<br><br>"Sir, Lieutenant Samson reporting as ordered.". "Enter!" Came the gruff voice of the base commander. William entered smartly as he was instructed. Col. Alexander was sitting behind his desk looking at a set of empty berths on the other side of the base. "Lt. I need you to take your team out and search for the 325th MS Team. They are nearly 3 days overdue. and recon aircraft can not find any trace of them." Alexander explained. "Sir, don't all mobile suits carry a transponder, to track their location?" William asked, already expecting a angry answer. "Of course they do. However, the transponders on the 325th were cannibalized to repair transponders for three other teams. They were suppose to be removed from the Patrol roster, but someone fucked up and sent them out anyways." Alexander growled in frustration. "So, I need you and your fancy Gundams to go to their last reported location and see if you can find any trace of them. I have a feeling of what the answer will be, but I am holding out hope that they merely got lost." He said. "Sir, we just got our suits. It will take 4 hours to get them prepped for the desert." William tried to explain, but knew it was useless. "You have two hours to get suited up." Alexander stated Sternly. "Yes Sir. My team and I will be ready." William stated as he saluted. "Dismissed" Alexander said gruffly as Samson vacated the office. <br><br>William climbed the Scaffold to find Mike Waist deep inside Unit 1's cockpit. "Hey Chief, I got some bad news for you." William called over the sound of power tools. Mike grumbled a bit as he slithered his way out from under a control panel. "Yeah? When is it any good news?" He said looking up at Samson. "Orders came down. these suits need to be walking in 2 hours." William explained. "Gaw--Alright, Lieutenant. We'll have your suits ready. Just promise me that you guys rack up the kills with these little ladies." Mike said. The Frustration etched on his face, but he gave his best smile before standing up to inform his techs of the change in plans. William sighed as he headed towards the barricks to brief his team mates. people he haven't even met yet.<br><br>In the Briefing room, He watched as he team filed in and took their Seats. He took a moment to clear his throat before he began. "Good evening, I am Lieutenant William Samson. I'll be in charge of the 432nd for now on. I know we haven't had a chance to meet on a one on one basis, but that will have to wait. Orders came down from Col. Alexander. We are to search for a missing MS team. The 325th are long overdue and the Bass is worried. They ordered for the 432nd to move to their last known position and see if we can find any signs of the team. Hopefully, they're just lost." A Large Map appeared just behind William. Showing the area where they last received communications. "We lost contact here." Indicating with a pointer on the Map."123 miles to the northeast. It will take us approximately take 13 hours "On Foot" to get there." He continued. The door to the briefing room opened as two more entered. One was a tall dark skinned woman and a skinny pale young man. "Ah. You must be Sgt Aisha Allenby and Corp. Josh John. Please have a seat. These two will be operating our Support and Sonar Truck. Right now, the Gundams are getting outfitted for the mission. Corporal...uh Raimen, the techs are also in the process of getting your sniper rife set up. Please catch up with them and make sure it is your liking. I understand snipers are very particular about their rifles." William said. Looking over some notes, he gave a satisfied nod. "Load out will be 100mm Machine Guns and Shields. The Supplement weapons have not been assembled and won't be in time. The only exception is Corporal Raimen's Sniper rifle. Now, we're walking in a hour and 20 minutes. Make sure your suited up in a hour ten. Dismissed." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 13:56:46</strong>
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				Sam clapped his hands together, once, as he stood.<br><br>"Heh heh heh..."&nbsp; He chuckled, waling out towards the Suit Berths.&nbsp; "Finally!&nbsp; Driving something better than a damned GM!"<br><br>Sam met with a representative from the ground crews, and started going over the pre-deployment checklist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 14:45:11</strong>
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				Isabel would not say anything through the entire meeting, and she would simply nod at her CO's request and file out of the room once she had her orders. Since there were no other priorities in her life at the moment, other then simply waging war, she made almost a direct line for the location of her Gundam, where she insisted that she wanted to mount up in order to get a proper feel for the unit, as well as make sure her sniper rifle was working correctly. Will was right, Isabel could be <em>very</em> particular about her sniper rifle, her lifeline, her weapon.<br><br>She had the team set up a bootleg firing test using old zaku heads, and after a few shots she had to admit that even Isabel was impressed. This Gundam's targeting system made firing at a distance <em>to</em> easy. After a few practice rounds where she had to aim it manually, Isabel was content, and she spent the rest of the time simply familiarizing herself with the Gundam's controls.<br>"My unit... My Gundam."<br><br>GMs were mass produced units, they had been used countless times before by countless soldiers. This unit though, this Gundam, was hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 23:45:01</strong>
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				Vrax returned to the Zeon secret base quickly in order to get some rest before moving out once more. Federation attacks had been coming quickly within the last few weeks, testing the hold Zeon had on the area, thanks to Vrax and the other ace pilots in the area they were able to hold back the Feddie units even though their own front lines were spread thin due to supply shortages and lack of reinforcements. Night was beginning to fall in the desert, making it very cold outside quickly.<br><br>Within the warmth of the base Vrax sat in a comfortable leather chair, relaxing as his Zaku was rearmed in case of a sudden attack. It was the third day in a row that Vrax had been on combat call. Only getting a few hours of sleep or rest in between call outs for reinforcements by the front-line recon units. Down to half a cup of coffee an aide quickly came up to Vrax and saluted, Vrax nodding back to get the information he needed.<br><br>"<em>Here is the current activity and intelligence reports from the ground units. Two patrols left a few days ago in sectors 3 and 6 looking for ambush units, currently battalion strength forces within heavy concentrated civilian zones. We sent out units a few hours ago to intercept and are scheduled to report in, in a few hours and Im also told that our local spies near the Feddie base have spotted a new patrol going out, with several new units that they have not seen before.</em>" The aide said in a professional manner and handing Vrax a clipboard with all the information he needed.<br><br>Vrax looked over the list and quickly sent the aide away back to his duties. '<em>A new feddie unit huh?</em>' thought Vrax taking another sip of his coffee. '<em>Their getting more advanced it seems, this should be interesting for once</em>' Vrax thought then once again leaning back in the chair to relax before the inevitable call out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 00:11:48</strong>
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				Sam had his machine powered up early, thanks to the expedience of the ground crew, and the brand-new nature of his Gundam.&nbsp; He gripped the controls, and brought the giant mobile suit from a kneeling position to it's feet.&nbsp; He started the slow, delicate wlak to the meeting area, and decided to have a little fun, as he got used to the controls.<br><br>He punched in a query to his suit's library-access commputer, found an absolutely obscure audio track from ages past, and set it on the suit's external loudspeaker.<br><br>The Trashmen : Surfin' Bird ( 1963 ) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZThquH5t0ow#)<br><br>He started to move the Gundam to the music, and it was ebarassingly painful to watch, at first, but soon, the ground-type's movements became fluid, and the machine started to dance to the music.&nbsp; It was both amazing and absurd to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 04:16:19</strong>
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				To say that William like these suits over the GM was an understatement. The Cockpit design was light year more comfortable than the Claustrophobic belly cockpit of the GM's. Gone was the Tri-screen set up as this new cockpit looked more like a green house. He smiled as he grasped at his controls and brought the Gundam to its feet. A large "1" Emblazoned on its shoulder. Unit 1 took its first steps shortly there after as William had it reach down and pick up the 100mm machine gun and claw shield. It was a bit intoxicating to be at the controls of this machine. It didn't feel anything like the GMs. If felt solid. <br><br>Soon the Members of the 432nd were assembled at the Marshaling point. A dull tan hover truck zipping along side. Sgt Allenby signaled that she was ready. "Ok, everyone. Lights on until we hit the burm." William explained. The "Burm" was a Vast Earthen fortification. Lined with Guntanks and Gun Cannons. It was the last solid line of defense for the base. Just beyond lay the burning sea of the Sahara. Once we cross that line. Black out conditions. Light amplification only. also Radio silence. Only Visual signals out in the field." Williams said. "alright, lets walk." <br><br>Unit 1 led the MS team as a guide truck came in front to warn others that a MS team was walking out of the yard. Keeping with yard speed. William was quickly getting antsy as he wanted to stretch the Gundam's legs a bit. the large Flood light on their shoulders illuminating the way as the Base fell behind them. The Guide truck peeled off once the team left the confines of the base. "Ok, Team. Let's pick it up a bit. I'll set the pace." William called as he moved the throttle forward bring the Gundam into a soft Jog. 500 meters ahead of them. They could see the lights from the Burm. The sonar Truck keeping pace as they steered for the opening. Along the burm. Crews and pilots watched as these new mobile suits took their first steps into the "SandBox". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 06:21:54</strong>
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				Isabel simply followed orders without hesitation, falling to the back of the formation in order to pull rear guard. If they were ambushed from behind, her unit's enhanced detecting equipment would pick it up faster then the rest of her team. Due to the fact that she was required to be the team's sniper, she was given a slightly more powerful radar and targeting system. Pulling rear security was just about the ideal way to utilize Raimen's particular talents as well as the assets of her unit. After all, what kind of sniper led the charge into battle once they arrived at their destination.<br><br>She simply kept her eyes open and diligent. If there were any Zeon forces that were in the area without using some sort of cloaking or stealth devices, she'd spot them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 07:22:47</strong>
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				After the Colonel gave Adam his orders he saluted and stepped outside the office. "The Sandbox huh?" He muttered to himself. "That's probably the most apt description you could give this place." He picked up his duffle bag and shuffled his way to the barracks. It was difficult to find since most of the buildings around this place were alike. Cheap materials thrown together in some shape and various numbers and letters placed on them to mark what type of building it was. He checked through all of them until hencound the barracks for the 432nd. No one was inside, most likely hebwas either late or they had moved on to other activities. He set his bag down on an unclaimed bunk and moved on to doing other things to keep himself occupied until his new mobile suite arrived. Adam found a secluded, semi-quiet area, to at least get a little more reading done. Adam sat there flipping through page after page of his book until he heard the loud groans of the frog gate being opened. He looked up to see a number of large freighter trucks slowly make their way into the base. As they passed by where hebwas sitting he saw the load they were carrying . The length of it seemed to be around 17 meters, only one thing could be that large and need that much transportation. "Mobile Suits," He said. <br><br>Adam followed the trucks to a hangar with a large 432 painted on one of the sides, it was his squads berths. He entered into the hangar and signed in with one of the mechanics, the same mechanic brought him over to an area designated for his suit. The truck with it backed in and as it did the flap over flew open for a moment and he was able to catch sight of the head and V-fin. It was practically identical to the RX-79 prototype. He remembered getting a glimps of it while they were still building it, though he was unfortunate to miss a combat demonstration. The truck finally came to a halt and tilted the bed back until the mobile suit was upright. A team of workers cut off the straps and the cloth fell down to reveal the blue and grey of his RX-79[G], codename Gundam. As soon as he could, Adam climbed into the cockpit and sat down in the pilots chair. It was comfortable to say the least. His eyes peered around the control console, the same controls he had in his GM were at his feet and hands, but there was just an heir of sophistication about them. They felt new, unused, and much more sensitive than the blocky GM. The three screens around him gave the pilot a complete panoramic view of his environment. He hadn't even urned it on and he was feeling good about it. Though the moment was short lived as one of the mechanics peered into the cockpit to tell him that his presence was requested at his tens mission briefing. <br><br>He filed in line with the others and sat down in an open chair. The room went dark as what appeared to be their CO stood in front of them to give them their mission. Adam quickly pulled out a small notebook from his back pocket and sketched the map that was given along with the ranges given. It was something that was taught to him during basic training and it had now turned into a habit. When the Merton was adjourned he returned to the berths to check on his suit. The team working on it had most of the job done by the time he got their so he only had to wait a short time before he could bring it out to get used to the controls. <br><br>When they were done he climbed inside the cockpit and strapped himself in. He ran through standard pre-start up checks before finally firing up the reactor, and the suit came alive. The green eyes flashed and the gears and motors clicked and whirred as everything started up. Adam took one step forward and when it struck the ground it gave off a small impact tremor. Adam smiled at that. He put one foot in front of the other as the Suit moved forward into a large area where he was allowed to move freely. He tested each limb and the range of mobility that it had. Meanwhile one of his other squad members started using his unit to dance to an annoying song that had barely discernible lyrics. He opened up his speakers to shout, "Shut that crap off! It's annoying!" He would soon find out that the member would ignore him and continue to do so as he wished. After Adam ft he had a good feel of the unit he brought it back inside to rest before the mission. While he waited he pulled up the operators manual and flipped through it to kill time. <br><br>Finally the time for the operation came. Adam files in line with his suit and moved with the unit. The 100mm Machine Gun slung on the left hip and the small shield mounted on the left arm. He followed the CO, his hands at ease on the controls as he breathed calmly in the cockpit, though at the bottom of his stomach there was that slight twinge of fear that something could go wrong.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 13:11:02</strong>
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				With all the fin and games over with, Sam felt fairly confident about his ability with the new suit.&nbsp; There'd still be a learning curve, but the Gundam seemed to be an outstanding piece of equipment, and Sam thought he might fall in love with the machine.<br><br>As the team deployed, he took up his station in the procession.<br><br>"Unit Three, taking right echelon, Boss."&nbsp; Sam reported, forgetting standard Federation procedures for a moment.<br><br>Once accross the burm, Sam picked up his visual scanning, and his mind was all business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 17:55:29</strong>
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				The Group didn't get 50 meters beyond the Burm when radio silence was broken by Base command. "Ops Control to 432nd Lead. Hold position, Over". "432 lead to base command. What reason to hold position, Over." William responded. A bit surprised in the deviation from Protocol. "Colonel Alexander has assigned a late comer to your unit." The Base controller explained. The others could see the spot light of another Mobile suit running to catch up the team. They waited a few minutes until the new suit caught up. "Ok, We all present. Introductions can be done on the move. Lights out and lets get move on people."<br><br>(everyone Welcome Evangel to the Sandbox&nbsp; :P)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 21:29:06</strong>
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				On cue, the silhouette of the unit running up revealed itself to be a Ground type GM, an odd mix with the Gundams ahead. The bulky mix of orange and tan returned to a classier walking pace when it had finally caught up with the group. Small shield and machine-gun taking their turns swinging back and forth with leisurely steps. As a courtesy, the left arm raised itself and waved at the Ground-types from behind. An odd gesture for humanoid machines to take, considering how humans don't have eyes on the back of their head.<br><br>But mobile suits do!<br><br>Meanwhile, inside the GM's cockpit a single soldier still in a grey, loosely buttoned Federation shirt is typing away on an old, musty keyboard plugged into a utilitarian USB port beneath a control stick. Everyone on base made a big deal about the OTHER cargo on the Medea ships, the Gandums. But only the techs and him got excited about the OTHER OTHER cargo! A half-dozen of nearly identical machines, except with better color schemes and higher sensor ranges. At which some old guy slapped him upside the head and told him to sortie with one of them, if he likes them so much.<br><br>And Tex does fancy this cockpit setting. The chest location really is roomier than the belly of the Type E GM.&nbsp; Light-weight, high-performance parts too, tuned up quite nicely. Strong reactor. Strong armor. Well, it's not thick, but it's some new composition the mechanics got excited about and no one would tell him why. Goddamn nerds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 17:16:37</strong>
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				Sam's Gundam turned to watch the newcomer arrive, and when he was sure it was a Federation asset, unit Three threw it a loose salute.<br><br>"Looks like we're all here, now."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "Two groups worth of suits.&nbsp; Nice!"<br><br>Until the move order was re-issued, Sam's machine continued to scan the area, turning it's head sensors towards every part of the horizon.&nbsp; There oculd be Zekes out there, and Sam didn't like surprises.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 18:44:27</strong>
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				Isabel would simply glance over to see the new Gundam come and join the unit, but she wouldn't even address him at all as she merely guided her own Gundam so that she was behind it, and continued scanning as per mission requirements. "..." Inwardly, she was rather annoyed at the idea that he had just come charging up at the group like some kind of fool. He could have blown their entire operation and acted as a giant flare to any nearby zeon forces that there was a federation team hanging around these parts. She had to be even more vigilant now then ever, to make sure that no hostiles were able to sneak up on them.<br><br>....................................<br><br>Jillian Ashfeld stretched her arms over her head and let out a loud groan, having propped her feet up on the table of the rec room as she laid back and enjoyed a nice flavored water. "Man! I go from bustin' heads in outer space to shaking sand out of my boots in the desert..." She was rather unadjusted to earth combat, since pretty much all of her fighting in a zaku up until this point had been in space battles. Apparently she left her unit at a good time though, since it wasn't long after she was sent down to earth that her old unit went up against the legendary 'Gundam' unit... The white devil of the federation, so to speak. Truth be told, Jillian actually wanted to try her luck against such an advanced unit, but apparently not even the legendary red comet was able to hold it's own against such an advanced piece of hardware, so Jillian wasn't entirely sure if she'd stand much of a chance.<br>"Tch... this sucks..."<br><br>She was just waiting for orders at this point, since there wasn't much for a pilot to do when there weren't any battles to take place in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 21:52:37</strong>
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				William Watched at the late comer approached and feel in. "Alright. Are we all here now?" William said with an annoyed tone in his voice. "alright Move out. Here on out. Radio silence." William pushed his throttles to a medium jog. The Suit responded instantly as it chugged through the loose sands of the Sahara. <br><br>It would take them Several hours before the would reach the area where the members of the 224th were last heard from. "Sgt. Allenby. Set up your Sonar. Isabel, Find a perch for overwatch" William ordered as he took the rest of the team on ahead as they entered the combat zone. The Sonar truck zipped off and found a place to set up. Allenby moved the buoy arm out and fired it into the ground. "Sonar's up, Lieutenant. But this loose sand is shit to work with." Allenby reported as she continued to fine tune the knobs on her receiver. "Do the best you can, Sgt. I am counting you." William called back. The Team continued on. Taking heart in the fact that they have sniper cover and sonar to try an pin point the enemy.<br><br>As the Team entered the Area, they were being observed. "Well, why don't you look at that." A weaselly pilot sneered. "It looks like the Feddies are trying to find survivors of that Patrol we took down." He adjusted the screen on the camera. He was merely one of over a dozen Zakus buried in the area. Modified with a snorkel and camera system. They waited to ambush Federation patrols. "They look a lot different then the ones they normally send out." Another pilot commented as he too was watching. "They got them fancy Horns on their heads. You think it is a new model?". "Doesn't matter. The Feddies can't make mobile suits for shit!" The first mocked. "They can't be that Smart. Their is only four of them and with no support truck. We'll wait until they are deeper into the net." <br><br>"Alright everyone, Spread out in a standard search pattern. Keep your weapons hot, we are still in enemy territory." William ordered as the team began to disperse
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 03:51:44</strong>
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				Within ten minutes of the search, Sam found something, an armored gauntlet of a GM mobile suit, protruding from the sandy ground.&nbsp; After a few moments, of digging, Sam's machine found more of the downed suit, showing that the pilot's compartment had been explosively opened to the elements.<br><br>Sam brought his Gundam to a stand, and used the back-rack's lights to signal his commanding officer.<br><br>"Found one, boss."&nbsp; The message, flashed towards Williams, said, simply.<br><br>Sam's Gundam kept it's head on a swivel, searching for more signs of the lost patrol.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 06:12:14</strong>
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				The only thing that William would hear back from Isabel when he gave orders for her to find a place to perch up was a short and cold "Acknowledged" before the sniper Gundam began to make it's way away from the rest of the unit as she sought to set herself up on top of a large dune where she'd be able to see the majority of the area around her with relative ease. From this position, she could keep track of the rest of her unit around her while they conducted their searches, as well as rapidly respond to any potential ambushes to the people around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 12:36:40</strong>
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				Catrina kept in her hiding position, her Zaku running cold in the baking desert heat, she had been an ace for a few years now, but she still tend to shun any form of command requested of her. She was just fighting for her family after all. The order from her captain ringing through into her cockpit. Letting out a small groan, ambush tactics really wern't her thing, but she was still fairly good at them. "Roger, waiting on your mark" She replied, she then proceeded to start up her Zaku, but not enough to be heard over the desert wind, or to be picked up on any heat sensors, more cows for the slaughter she mused to herself. This shouldn't take long, and she can get a well deserved bath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 18:37:59</strong>
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				William maneuvered his Gundam towards the location that Sam's unit knelt. "Any Survivors?" William inquired. With the Negative response, William turned to start searching around the area the First suit was found. The 432nd continued their search as Sgt. Allenby continually adjusted her dials on the sonar truck. The picture she was getting was grainy, but her instincts told her there was something out here. She closed her eyes as she concentrated. Her mind trying to sort out the sounds she was hearing. The Deep footsteps of her team, the wind shifting the sands. There was something. At the Very edge of her hearing. Something was definitely there. "Sonar Truck to Unit 1. Come in Lt." Alisha called. "What is it Sargent?" William returned as he brought Unit 1 to a stand still. "Sir, my instincts are screaming at me. something isn't right." she explained. "Explain." William called back. "Sir, I hearing something, but I don't know what. I rather not take a chance if we can avoid it." She explained. "Agreed, All Units Fall back to the Sonar Truck." William ordered when he switched to the common frequency. Bringing his Gun up as moved to regroup with the others.<br><br>The Zaku Captain watched patiently as these strange Federation suits milled about. Their most distinguishing feature was the "V" shaped horns on their head. He continued to watch until one just stopped. His eyes narrowed as he focused on that on. a Moment or two passed before it started moving again. This time though its movements were tactical. They were spooked, so it was now or never. "ALL UNITS ATTACK!" He called as he pulled on his controls. Almost instantly the sands seemed to explode upward as Zakus appeared out of the very ground. "Shi---" William hissed as a Large Green Zaku popped up right in front of him. He pulled back hard on the Controls of Unit 1. The Gundam stumbled back a couple of steps so That William could get his gun into place. However, the Zaku he faced off against was already on the attack. Drawing its Heat Hawk It slashed at the Fancy Feddy suit. William had to keep backpedaling to keep from being gutted. "Crap, this is not good." He hissed as he selected his chest vulcan. Pulling on the trigger, the Left side of Unit One's chest roared with the sound of his Vulcan firing. Brass cartridges cascading out of a small chute. Tumbling to the ground.&nbsp; Unit 1 peppered the enemy MS, causing the Zaku to stop its charge and bring up its arm to shield itself. William used this opportunity to grab at the beam saber in the side of his Gundam's knee joint. The Bright pink blade lit up as William charged his Gundam into the stunned Zaku. Driving the tip of the Energy blade into the Zaku's Cockpit. Incinerating the pilot instantly. <br><br>the Other Zakus were not fairing any better. "Holy Jesus!, What are these things?" A Zaku pilot called out in fear. Their Ambushes had always worked in the past, but today. It was the Hunters that became the Hunted. "Patrol 44 to base! Encountered Enemy Mobile Suits....New Model....No...Get away...(Static) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 20:44:56</strong>
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				As soon as there were shots to be fired, Isabel's scope snapped onto the scene and she took down one of the posterchild green Zeon units before it even had a chance to fully complete it's ambush. She had to admit that she was extremely impressed with just how fast and reflexive these new 'Gundam' types could be. Since it seemed as though the rest of her unit was perfectly capable of defending themselves against the Zaku attack, Isabel simply scanned the area for any other potential problems that could raise. She couldn't imagine that Zeon would be so simplistic as to have just one wave of ambushers, she had a feeling that something bigger and more dangerous was on the way, and the moment that happened, she'd put a high powered slug right in the kill zone. "..." In the cockpit of her unit, Isabel actually took a moment to peel off her helmet and toss it to the ground, it wasn't like she was going to need it for this battle, and this would allow her to see more easily. If she didn't have to rely on the automatic aiming function of her Gundam, she wouldn't dream of it. <br><br>......................................<br><br>The Redhead lieutenant briskly made her way to the command center back at the Zeon outpost. The summons for her had been desperate and urgent, and she could only imagine what in the world it was that had HQ so panicked. After offering her commander the obligatory salute, she relaxed into a somewhat unprofessional posture and waited to hear just what it was that had command all spun up. Since she had just come down from space, she was actually still in her adjustment period so that she could get acclimated to earth's gravity before being demanded to fight. After all, this would mark Jillian's very first time setting foot on earth in her lifetime. If something had them step into that acclimation period, something had to be very wrong indeed.<br>"I was summoned, sir?"<br><br>"Lieutenant Ashfeld, we've just received a desperate message from some of our troops in patrol 44 in sector C-7, it sounds like the Federation forces were able to catch them off guard, and they're fighting for their lives. You're to join with the 409th immediate response division and get out there to save whoever you can, and eliminate the federation forces."<br><br>Jillian would simply salute again.<br>"Consider it done!"<br><br>...................................................<br><br>Five minutes later, Jillian was suited up in the Zeon space suit and was making her way towards her directed unit. She hated wearing this thing, it made her feel like she was in some kind of clown suit or something... Seriously, couldn't command come up with something just a <em>little</em> more aesthetically pleasing then this grey and green mess? Zeon pilots were supposed to be the heroes of the colony, fighting the terrible federation away and securing their freedom... but they wore the goofiest looking normal suits that Jillian had ever seen before... Oh whatever, it wasn't her place to complain. The redhead made her way to the 409th, where two of her fellow pilots were also suited up and waiting to greet her. One of them, a man the same rank as her but a few years older, offered his hand. "Lieutenant Ashfeld? I'm Lieutenant Alrez, commander of this unit." Jillian simply shook his hand with a small nod. "Nice to meet you... any idea what we're gonna be facing out there?"<br><br>Alrez would simply shake his head. "No... Judging from the desperate cries though, they were fighting an uphill battle... I'm worried that it might actually be the Gundam unit that we've heard so much about."<br>It was Jillian's turn to shake her head. "That's impossible, there's only one Gundam, and that thing's in space right now."<br>"I hope you're right, Ashfeld."<br><br>With no further conversation, the 409th mounted up and prepared for deployment. They had been given the coordinates for where the fighting had broken out, so they'd be able to make their way there within a matter of minutes. "Alright then, Jillian Ashfeld! Deploying to the battlefield!" With that, her own Zaku started to make it's way away from the paddocks where it was normally kept, heading with the 409th's five other Zakus and one Gouf piloted by Alrez towards the area where the desperate transmission had come from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 21:31:54</strong>
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				After the call went out Catrina lifted her own Zaku out of the sand, her eyes focusing down on her enemy, as precisely as she fired however it just didn't appear to make any dentss in the horned devils, "What the hell, these things are the real deal!" She exclaimed, her blood starting to pump in anticipation. Although there was little cover in the desert, the same meant for her opponents, although she was in a substantially weaker machine than the enemy she hoped she had the skill to compensate, her standard edition Zaku lurched forward, machine gun flairing towards the target, trying to aim for any vulnerable joins or the head. Exhanging fire in a violent flurry with the enemy.<br><br>It was not long until her machine gun was running out of bullets, she spotted a horned demon model using its beam saber to strike down a comrade. In respose she stood in a position that he would be able to see, but slightly away from the main fight. Pulling out her beam axe, it was quite obvious that she wanted a melee duel with this pilot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 21:47:35</strong>
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				Adam ignored the the banter between the others, he thought radio silence meant radio silence! He shook his head and continued on the designated route. While the Gundams moved their feet left and right he took the opportunity to look at the sketch he made from the map in the briefing room. The area was large and he had already mapped out a grid search area to sweep through. After figuring it out he closed his notebook and went back to moving the Gundam...<br><br>Once they reached the search area he saw that it was like the rest of the place, a barren wasteland. The mobile suits they were looking for could be already buried in the sand. Still they searched. He moved to the grid he had mapped out and set the optic cams on it, all he had to do was move the foot pedals to move the legs. After a few minutes of the searching and the new addition already found something. He broke the head from the search pattern to see what it was. The optic cameras zoomed at what was at the machines feet. The part was an all to familiar, it was a GM head, it looked like the one he piloted in space. It wasn't long after until the Zeons made their move. He thought it was very clever to hide in the sand. He quickly moved the right manipulator of his machine to the holstered gun. The Gundam did what it was colander to do and drew the gun faster than he thought it would. With this time while the Zeons bursted out he looked for a tactical spot to start firing. This would prove to be a weakness for Adam since while he was looking for a spot the Zakus quickly moved in on him. Adam was forced to react and he pointed the rifle down and fired into the sand. The bullets caused the sand to kick up and create a dust cloud. He quickly switched the Gundams optics to thermal and saw the two hulking masses of heat and saw that they were confused and looking for him. He took the chance to line up the shots and took them down. When the dust settled he saw that the two Zaku suits had many holes placed over the torso. He saw none others were coming for him he took the chance to check on everyone else, "Everyone ok?" He directed his next statement to the one who used his machine to do a little dance routine, "Hey dancing fool, you get yourself shot yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 22:01:50</strong>
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				"Not yet, pal."&nbsp; Sam growled.&nbsp; The battle was heating up, and that's what Sam was hoping for.<br><br>When the sand erupted, disgorging Zakus in it's wake, Sam saw the boss dispatch one with a beam sabre, and smiled.&nbsp; The new lead had some chops, that was for sure.<br><br>Sam didn't have long to celebrate, though.&nbsp; Another Zeke had started to charge into him, and Sam had just a moment to move.&nbsp; Triggereing the chest launcher, he fired off three Minovski-particle/Flash flares, and lit his jump thrusters,&nbsp; moving skyward.&nbsp; With the forward moementum, along with the confusion from the flares, the Zeke was easy pickings, and Sam didn't even have to fire a shot.&nbsp; His Gundam crashed down on the target, sending it falling to it's back.&nbsp; As it landed, Unit 3 sent an armored knee into the Zaku's lower abdomen, crushing the pilot's compartment.<br><br>"One more down, boss."&nbsp; Sam called out, quietly.<br><br>There was another one, challenging the boss!&nbsp; It had it's heat-axe up, ready to cleave into Unit 1, and Sam had only a second to bring his 100mm MG up, and fire.&nbsp; Most of the shots went wide, but he hoped that at least a few would hit.&nbsp; If it didn't result in an outright kill, the distraction would give the boss some time.<br><br>"Watch out, skipper!"&nbsp; Sam yelled, for good measure.&nbsp; "Off your left!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 22:42:41</strong>
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				Catrina felt several bullets riccochet off of her suit, it made her lose her balance a little, her eye twitched in annoyance, as she turned on her speaker "you honourless coward, you would strike someone who has offered a challenge!" She growled, before she turned back "And you, what do you say to my challenge! Or are you a coward like the rest of the federation! She paused for a few seconds before speaking again "Well!? we battle now, the winner wins the engagement, and no more loss of life is nessersary!" Her voice was cold and militaristic, but her heart was in the right place, wishing to limit the casulties of the remains of her squad, if it continued they would all be dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 01:08:39</strong>
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				<em>Honor??</em>&nbsp; Sam thought, silently.&nbsp; <em>This Zeke bitch wants to talk about honor, and they're setting up ambushes on his planet?</em><br><br>Sam, reluctantly, brought the barrel of his 100mm up and away from his target, and watched the Boss, seeing what he'd do.<br><br>"Got your back, skipper."&nbsp; He said, quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 04:30:48</strong>
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				Vrax soon heard word of a feddie attack on one of their frontline units. Springing from his rest to his unit. Vrax quickly deployed by himself, heading off to the battlefield to meet his sworn enemies. It would be a while before he reached the battle, but he knew that the federation wouldn't expect a surprise counter assault so soon after an ambush. Hopefully their units would be worn our or at least low on ammunition before they retreated back to friendly territory. That was Vrax was counting on. Desperation was the mother of all slip ups and he would find a chink in their armor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 20:36:45</strong>
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				Samson turned the head of his Gundam towards the Zaku with her Heat hawk. The Green eyes of the Gundam glowed menacingly as the glow of the Saber highlighted the angular features of the Horned suit. William holstered the Gundam's Machine gun as he switched hands with the Saber. It was his way of accepting the Zeon's Challenge. William started side stepping his Suit. Looking for weaknesses in the Zaku's defense. He could tell by the way it held the Axe. the Pilot was a Veteran and knew how to use its weapons. <br><br>A distance away. Another set of eyes watched the Battle intently. The person siding neither with the Federation nor the Zeon, but still had a lot riding on the outcome of the African campaign. <br><br>Unit One stared down at the Zaku as the others took care of the remaining ambushers. William pushed the throttles full speed as the Gundam Charged forward.. The Beam saber drawn back, poised for a strike. The Distance between the combatants was being eaten up in titan size strides. Once they were in range, William struck out with his sword. <br><br>Just as William thought. The pilot was an expert in Melee combat. His Beam saber past through empty air as he brought up his Claw shield to block the Heat Hawk's attack. William rolled his Gundam out of the way of a follow up slash as&nbsp; he brought the Mobile suit to its feet. His Shield having a nice new burn mark across the "432" That was stenciled in Block Black Numbers across the Top. "Your Good." William Commented.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 00:05:50</strong>
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				Isabel simply watched from the sidelines for now, as a single Zaku seemed to be engaged in one on one combat with the commander. It would have been absurdly easy for her to just put a slug right into the cockpit of the Zaku, however, Isabel simply waited for her superior to give her the order before she dared take any such action. She didn't want to step out of line, not when William knew that all he had to do was flip a single switch if he wanted the rest of his unit to move in for the kill. Instead, her attention was drawn to the fact that five Zakus, led by a single Gouf, seemed to be coming up extremely fast. She rose her sniper rifle and fired a shot, though due to the distance between her and the targets, it only just grazed the shoulder of the Gouf when it should have taken the head.<br><br>For the first time since the battle began, Isabel flicked on the open comms and actually communicated with the rest of her unit.<br>"reinforcements inbound, check your 7s."<br><br>...........................................................<br><br>"They're already wiped out!?" Jillian growled in anger and tightened her grip on her handles, moving her Zaku ahead of the group by going just a little bit faster. "Grr... You'll pay for that!!!" With complete and utter disregard for her own safety, she pulled out her machine gun and opened up on the first Gundam unit that was within her sights, she didn't care who it was. "Yaaahhhh!!!!!" Once she got close enough, she snapped out the Heat Hawk that came standard with every Zaku, and swiped swiftly at the head.<br>"Where did the federation get more of these white devils? I thought it was just the one!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 13:23:28</strong>
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				Sam heard the warning, and turned to face the direction of the incoming attack.<br><br>"Son of a bitch!"&nbsp; He growled, inside his Gundam.&nbsp; "I smell a double-cross, another damned ambush!"<br><br>Unit three dropped to a knee, bringing it's claw-shield up in a protective position, and the 100mm up and ready as well.&nbsp; Sam had his jump-thrusters primed and ready as well.<br><br>"Okay, I see 'em..."&nbsp; Sam said, locking onto the lead target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 18:11:21</strong>
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				"Form up a defensive Line. Richter, Sanitize the GMs of any classified materials. Once that is done. We'll bug out." William barked over the Radio. His duel with this one Zaku was eating precious time. Buying the enemy time for reinforcements to arrive. He had to call the order to retreat. These New Gundam suits were far too valuable to let fall into enemy hands.<br><br>Back at the Zeon command post. Colonel Acar was brought up to speed. Angered that he wasn't notified sooner, he lashed out with his beefy arm. Sending the unfortunate messenger flying across the room. "What forces do we have reinforcing that patrol?" Acar Bellowed. "S-Sir, Lt. August and Ashford's teams are enroute to back up the Patrol. They should make easy work of these Federation suits." Another officer reported. Nervously looking Acar and the unconscious soldier laying with his head in a pool of blood. "Are you willing to bet your life on that, Soldier?" Acar hissed as he looked at the Tac-Map. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 18:26:06</strong>
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				Catrina looked behind as the other soldiers were barreling towards their position, reinforcements, why now, this was not how things were meant to go, she didn't want it this way. Their duel had been one of the closest and most invigorating battles she has had to date, not only was her opponent in a far superior suit, but he was also particularly skilled himself. As the rest of the reinforcements came close, but before they came into veiw, she began to chance her attack pattern, trying to give her opponent a chance to escape from the combat, she attempted to connect directly to the pilot in a secure line so others would not hear. "This is lady Catrina, I suggest you leave the battlefield now, if you leave without engaging the reinforcements I will allow you to leave, there need to be no more bloodshed this day" Although her reputation as an ace was partial public knowledge, it may require the pilot to actively look for the information.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 19:51:44</strong>
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				"You got it, boss!"&nbsp; Sam said, bringing his suit to a stand.<br><br>Sam walked his Gundam around, closing on each of the GM hulks that they'd found, and using his chest-launcher, he fired a standard high-explosive into each of the cockpit cavities, shattering and destroying all the sensitive electronic inside.&nbsp; Then, he dropped an incendiary grenade in, scorching the cavity further, and destroying any paper goods or other such things.&nbsp; Soon, all the wrecks were given burning chests, a sad and undignified send off for Sam's unknown colleagues.<br><br>"Skipper, we're sanitized."&nbsp; Sam said, returning to his station.&nbsp; His 100mm was centered on a Zeke suit, just a few meters from the cockpit hatch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 19:54:46</strong>
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				Samson growled a bit. This "Lady Catina" must think she is hot shit. However, the Mission as been completed and there was no reason to stay. "I thank you for your "generosity", Lady Catina. I can also respect your wish to keep blood shed to a minimum. I Just may have to take you up on your offer." William said as he boosted. Back. <br><br>The sound of the the GMs being completely destroyed by Richter's Gundam was the signal William needed. "All Units fall back! Mission complete." Samson called. He gave one last look at the remaining Zaku. Replacing the Beam saber into it recharge unit, he sprinted off to return his team. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 20:21:11</strong>
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				Isabel would simply nod, watching the destruction of the GMs while their units pulled back. Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure why they were retreating when they were in clearly superior mobile suits, and still had only a minor disadvantage when it came to numbers. All it would have taken was Isabel putting a slug in the chest of the Gouf, and they'd be on even footing... Still, it wasn't her place to&nbsp; question the commands of her superior officers, so she merely did as she was told and pulled back once the retreating order was given.<br><br>..........................................<br><br>"Oh no you don't, GET BACK HERE!!!!"<br><br>Despite the fact that the federation mobile suits were pulling back, Jillian's zaku continued the charge towards them, swinging her heat hawk towards one of the Gundam's arms before a slug from a high powered sniper shot struck right through her kneecap and sent her Zaku crashing to the floor. "Grrr....." Jillian slammed her fist into her control panel, frustrated that she wasn't able to make it here in time to help save her allies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 02:42:28</strong>
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				"<em>Come on, you know you want to do it</em>" Said Vrax inside of his cockpit, looking at his view monitors, zoomed in at the maximum so he could look at the battle from afar and still be able to see the tide of battle. "<em>New suits, far better capabilities...Let's see if they go for the bait. I wonder how good feddie training is now a days....</em>" Vrax continued, thumbing the controls of his suit waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 08:25:20</strong>
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				After the horned demons left the area, Catrina gave a deep sigh, looking at the wreckage of her squad. Looking to the new reinforcements she attempted to make radio contact with them "This is "Ace" Lady Catrina, east patrol 7 we thank you for your timely response, but I am afraid the battle is over, please assist me in looking for the wounded and the deceased." She cut of as she lept out of her Zaku into the hot desert sands. The heat was nothing compared to the battle, wiping her brow as she moved to the wreckage of her team. Hoping to find any survivors. The portable radio from her suit now was attached to her pants, as she listened into any comments from the reinforcements.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 19:43:46</strong>
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				William was leading his Group away. With their mission complete, and the remains of the GMs destroyed. there was not reason to stay and engage the Reinforcements. William could sense some question of his tactics by those in his team. However, Those concerns will have to be dealt with later. They were still in danger of Zeon attack.<br><br>As if on cut, the Sands surround the team began to erupt. They were being fired upon but from wear? William brought up his shield and instantly began to scan the area. "Defensive Formation!" He called on the radio.<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 23:31:50</strong>
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				Isabel simply followed behind without a concern in the world when the group pulled back. As far as she was concerned the battle was over, and there was no real reason to believe that there would be a second ambush by the Zeon forces now that they had a taste of just what the Federaton's white devils were capable of. However, when the sands around her erupted and the sounds of gunfire began to erupt out of nothingness, Isabel shuddered softly and maneuvered quickly to get herself out of harm's way. Regardless, she was easily the closest unit to the gunfire, so she was already taking quite a bit of damage, and she wouldn't be able to defend herself quite so easily should their attackers decide to take a melee approach to the isolated sniper.<br>"Tch."<br><br>.................................<br><br>Jillian, meanwhile, was absolutely fuming by the time that the battle was over, and Catrina's patronizing orders for assistance didn't exactly make things any easier. Always the impulsive and quick to react one, Jillian flipped on her own comm and shouted. "How can you possibly be so calm at a time like this! Those white devils wiped out your entire damn unit!!! We should be pursuing them right now and making them pay for this, how can you possibly justify just letting them walk away, Ace or not!?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 00:10:50</strong>
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				Catrina's brow furrowed, she didn't want to respond, but there could be a quiet sobbing through it as several tears stained her face. She opened the cockpit of one of her comrades suits, he wasn't breathing. Catrina was struggling to keep her cool in the situation, she just wanting nothing more than to break down and cry, but she was the last of her squad now, she barely had the chance to get to know them. Reaching down for their dog tags, "Shiro Amada..." A steely ressolve glazed over her eyes, she didn't want more deaths today, she picked up the com to the soldier harassing her.<br><br>"Because of just that, my entire SQUAD was wiped out! Without any damage on their side. Everyone! We do not have a change against that! We cannot risk more casulties to those suits! Or will you disrespect the sacrafice of my squad by throwng your life away as well!?" The more she spoke, the more emotion began to break though her cold demenor, it was quite obvious she was hurting, but the professional in her refused to show it, especially on the battlefield.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 00:47:19</strong>
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				William stopped his suit and looked back, making sure everyone in his squad there. It was their first time as a team in combat. So far everyone came out relatively unscathed. While the Mission was a success in the fact they found out the fate of the missing GM patrol. It still didn't make William feel any better. The GM Team was dead. Gone, completely. He let out his breath in frustration. Until they get within the confines of the Barrier. it would be a quiet run home. <br><br>"WHAT!!!" Acar roared in the CIC. "AN ENTIRE SQUAD GONE IN MINUTES!" His was grinding his teeth so hard they squeaked. "How, pray tell, this happened?" He glared at the unlucky controller that delivered the news. The Controller began to quake. knowing the usual fate of those that delivered bad news. "Colonel, Catrina reported the Complete loss of her squad, The Description of the suits are similar to the one that Char Azanble encountered with the Trojan Horse." The Controller reported, praying for his fragile neck. Acar gripped the Railing. the Controller thought he heard it groan under his tremendous grip. Contact Catrina. Tell her she'll be fully Debriefed when she returns." Acar said as he returned to looking at his Tac-map. Plotting his revenge.<br><br>As the 432nd traveled, William kept rolling the encounter over his head. So far his team performed well. He didn't know why he fought the duel. All his training told him he was in the wrong for it, but he couldn't understand why he accepted.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 03:53:50</strong>
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				Sam's machine, Unit 3, backpedaled, keeping his weapon trained on the area behind the team.&nbsp; He didn't like the idea of another Zeke ambush, and he was sure that they were the kind of foul, disgusting Zekes that would try something just like that.<br><br>"For what it's&nbsp; worth boss..."&nbsp; Sam said, forgoing regular radio-silence protocol.&nbsp; "That fight was damned fine.&nbsp; You did good.&nbsp; I can't see why you did it, but you didn't let the Fed down."<br><br>Sam's machine, it's head on a swivel, continued to hold the rear guard, scanning for anything out of the ordinary.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 21:34:16</strong>
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				The 432nd passed the Large Earthen Defense parameter little past midnight. Huge powerful spotlights illuminated the desert facing outward as Guntanks and GunCannons held entrenched positions. Backing them up were First Generation GM suits. As they pasted the Barrier, William clicked on the squad band. "Alright everyone. Good work out there. Once you park. Get with your Tech teams. These girls were fresh out of the box when we left so Be sure to think of anything that the tech may need to look at. We don't want any nasty surprises later. Once done, Have your After action reports turned in to me tomorrow morning. Other than that. Sleep well." Samson said as he led his team to their Berths. <br><br>Backing up the Massive Gundam. The Canopy hissed open as Will stepped out. Mike was there waiting on him. William took about 20 minutes going over stuff he noticed while out in the field. Mike nodded and jotted down the observations for later looking into. William then decided to take a shower and get to bed. <br><br>"So you decided to Run." Alexander said with a disapproving scowl. "Sir?" Samson inquired as he stood at rigid attention. "You had wiped out a Zeon ambush squad and fled, leaving one survivor. I can not say I wholly approve of your methods." Alexander said as he tossed the Report on his desk. "Sir, The mission had been completed and the Suits were sanitized. Enemy reinforcements were observed in bound and while we managed to catch one squad underestimating our suits. It was not likely that the reinforcing squad would have. I felt there was no reason to stay and engage the enemy and risk Men or Equipment. There would have been no gain to that action." Samson explained. "YOU COULD HAVE THINNED THEIR NUMBERS!" Alexander roared. Slamming a heavy hand on his desk. Causing several stacks of papers to slide and fall. Seeing the mess he had made, Alexander's face went beet red with anger. "GET OUT OF HERE, LT.!" He shouted. William saluted and made a hasty retreat. <br><br>Elsewhere, at a Zeon controlled space port. A Zanzibar class ship just landed. The Loading ramp lowered as two people stepped out. The temperature and the blazing sun being something far different than what one experienced in the colonies. The Wind and air held a freshness that was sweet to the uninitiated. One of the passengers looked in glee. It was her first time ever on Earth. Having always lived in the safe cocoon of the Side 3 colonies. "Now remember, your representing your Father. So let's try and be on our best behavior, Little Miss." The elder of the two instructed. Her voice holding the tone of a teacher and guardian. However her worlds seemed not to reach her ward. "Look, Mobile suits!" The sprite squealed with Delight. Pointing to a line of Dull green Zaku IIs that were standing in a paddock not too far away.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 22:34:34</strong>
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				Catrina stepped out of her suit as they returned to base, she had collected the dog tags from each of her squad and now had them around her neck. She would make arrangement's for their bodies to be picked up as soon as possible. It was getting her down, but she was trying to remain as professional as possible about the situation. One of the messengers were there to receive her right away. "I geuss the Acar want's me to explain in detail how I lost several of his precious suits, not like the soldier's matter" She growled to herself, off to the side she saw a new ship arrive, but she couldn't make out exactly who it was. Not that it mattered right now. It was a short trip to the Acar's room. She knocked and adressed her arrival as she stepped into the Acar's office when she was ready to be received.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 22:48:34</strong>
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				Jillian was tempted to apologize to Catrina after she heard the pain in the soldier's voice, however, she was just a bit too proud and stubborn to do it. Instead, she merely helped with the salvaging operation and went about her way, wondering what unit she was going to be permanently assigned to now that she would actually have time to get settled in. Perhaps they would make her a permanent member of the swift response group, she got along relatively decently with a few of the people in there... Then, of course, there was the matter of Catrina no longer having a unit to work with... The redhead sighed softly, figuring that she did owe the other woman an apology about what she had said when her anger got the best of her. As such, she found the other female Zeon pilot waiting outside Acar's office, and spoke in a light voice. "Hey... uh... Sorry about what I said before."<br><br>Of course, that was pretty much at the exact moment that the door to Acar's office opened, and as such, Jillian was dragged into the meeting as well. Well, at least Catrina would have somebody in her corner if this guy was as rough and angry as Jillian heard from the rumors. Jillian was raised in an extremely rough part of her home colony, and as such, she found it nearly impossible to take flak from anybody at all.<br><br>..............................<br><br>Isabel flinched softly, hearing the shouting as she passed by the office where William was getting scolded. The raven haired woman kept her mouth shut until she was sure that their commander was out of ear shot, and she spoke in a very soft voice towards William. "He's supposed to be our superior, and yet he acts like a child... It's no wonder we need Gundams in order to take this sector." Funny, Isabel had been nothing short of robotic when it came to taking orders and doing what she was told, she would likely have been pinned as the last person imaginable to talk down on those above her in the ranks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 23:14:49</strong>
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				Acar stood behind his Desk. His jaw clenched so tight. one would think his teeth would Crack. He could see the reflection of Catrina and Jillian in the window. "Have a seat." He said curtly. Slowly turning, his eyes fell upon Catrina. His eyes flashed anger and disappointment at her failure. Even though he was only 5'7" tall. He was still an very imposing figure. The rumors circulating didn't hold a candle to what he was willing to do to get what he wanted.<br><br>&nbsp;"What happened out there? How could <em>You</em> lose so many suits?" He growled. Though Catrina was not in command, if her explanation was not acceptable. Then Acar would hold her personally accountable. Which was not a desirable fate on Acar's base. <br><br>James stood outside the Colonel's office a moment. He let out a frustrated breath. Walking down the hall, he didn't realize Isabel was next to him until she spoke. Her soft voice startled him a bit. William remained quite as the two walked down the hall. Listening to her words. "I am sure the Colonel is under a lot of pressure from Jaburo Command. Apparently this Acar is quite tenacious, and High Command is expecting swift results. Particularly now that we have these "Gundams" to fight with." He said. He wasn't trying to defend the Colonel's outburst, nor was he trying to cover up for his own actions. He was simply offering a different perspective for the Corporal to consider. The two continued to walk quietly down the air conditioned halls. "Thank you. You did great job out there, Corporal." William stated finally as he deviated to complete his other duties.&nbsp; <br><br>(OOC: Silk, I am not going have Acar Manhandle Catrina)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 23:49:31</strong>
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				Catrina nodded curtly to the other female, "It's alright, people change on the battlefield. I just cannot show weakness" She said bluntly, being an ace meant she had to be a icon for the troops, she had to be the role model, the perfect soldier. Give the other's something to aspire to and hopefully give them hope that they may return to their families alive after it is all over. Stepping inside the office in step, showing the Acar that she will not back down, and will not make excuses. Listening to his coarse words before she was allowed to respond.<br><br>"Sir we arrived at our designated location and set up a ambush for the federation forces, our first ambush was successful and without casulties..." She trailed off a little bit as the thoughts of the battle, and her companions dieing filled her mind. "We prepared for the following unit that was sent to investigate what happened to the first party. They was caught unaware, however sir." She took a deep breath <br><br>"But the element of supprise was not sufficient, and we was forced into a feirce firefight against a well trained squad with superior armaments, it did not take long for my squad to fall under the vicious hail of fire from these unknown suits, the only way I could describe them sir, is the same suits we encountered during the Trojan horse engagement, powerful well built white and blue suits with golden horns, our ranged weaponry was insufficiant to break through their armour. I gave the order to engage in close quaters where our close combat weaponry may have suited better. For several miniutes I was engaged with their leading officer as my remain of my squad engaged them in melee." She spoke in a very matter of fact tone, not straying from the truth of the matter. "After reinforcements arrived the enemy force chose to retreat further towards the enemy border, with the looming threat of reinforcements from the opposing side, and from my experience in the lack of effectiveness of our weaponry against these unknown models I felt it that the most prudent option was to allow in their escape, we would not have succeeded in being able to overcome our enemy, and would have lost further mobile suits and soldiers in a futile effort." She now chose to pause, and allow the Acar to have a say of the situation she was prepared for the full wrath of her superior officer, the dog tags of her squad still hung around her neck in tribute.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 05:26:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Intelligence Report:&nbsp; 432nd Fwd MS Team (North African Sector)<br><br>Cpl Sam Richter, reporting.<br><br>The initial engagement of the 432nd F-MS-T met with moderate success, and garnered a good deal of information about the enemy in this sector.&nbsp; While the engagement would classify as a loss, given normal circumstances, the overall objective (that being the discovery of the fate of a GM-suit patrol, and circumstances permitting, rescue/retrieval) was met, with the sanitation of all non-recoverable Federation Assets, as well as the engagement of Zeon forces stationed in the area.<br><br>After an initial ambush set-up, Zeon forces were able to, with some rapidity, to muster reinforcements, which rapidly outnumbered the six Suit-Class units of the 432nd, not to mention the sole sensor truck assigned to the team.&nbsp; Even with the specialized 'Sniper'-class suit in attendance, the author's assessment of the situation deemed a withdrawal necessary.<br><br>What's more valuable, at least in the mind of the author, is the mathematical data provided.&nbsp; The speed at which the Zeon units were able to reinforce suggests that their base of operations would be far nearer than the Federation would like ('Too close for comfort' seems to be the opertaing phrase, here), and given the speed of advance for a normal Zeon suit, it would be easy to calculate a possible sphere of operation for this base.&nbsp; However, due to my reduced clearance, this data must be used and analyzed by higher powers than me.<br><br>Recommend commendation for Samson, and the other team members (Myself excluded).<br><br>Message Ends.<br><br>CC:&nbsp; 4432nd Cmdr (Samson), North Africa Sector Command</span><br><br>Sam looked at his hand-written AAR, and shrugged.&nbsp; Either the new boss would like it, or he wouldn't.&nbsp; Sam decided to leave it on his desk, and wander over to the abr to scrounge up a beer or three.&nbsp; It had been a long day, and there were sure to be more to follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 00:17:23</strong>
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				Acar stared hard at Catrina. She had been under his command a long time and her Record was impeccable. She also held a lot of respect among Junior pilots. While Acar didn't particularly approve of her combat style. Letting Fleeing Enemy Suits flee. She had always accomplished her missions. He snorted a bit as he leaned back. Turning his gaze towards Jillian. A recent addition to his command who was a part of the Fast response Unit that answered Catrina's Call. "Is what She says true?" He hissed. <br><br>But before Jillian could answer, there came a curt knock on the Door. "WHAT!?" He shouted. A meek voice squeaked from behind the Door. "S-Sir, <em>They</em> are here." Acar pinched the bridge of his noses. His Frustration building. "Ok, you two, Get out of here. Now, I got to play Nurse Maid and Babysitter." He hissed as he walked back to his desk. "Send them in!" As the two Pilots exited, two more people entered. A Older woman and a young Girl. She couldn't have been older than Ten. "Greetings, Colonial Acar. We Thank you for your Hospitality. I am Emelia Grooms, Governess for the the Washburn Family. Say Hello Miss Lucille." The Young girl took a step forward and Curtsied. "Hello, I am Lucille Washburn." Her golden curls bounced perfectly as she went through the motions. Lucille Washburn was the Only child of Field Marshal George Washburn. A very high ranking officer and Friend of the Zabi Family. "Welcome to North Africa. Please Make yourself at Home while your here." Acar said. Fully of False hospitality.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 16:21:25</strong>
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				Jillian would be just about spoiling for a fight by the time that Catrina got finished talking, more because of the blatant disrespect that Acar was giving her then anything else. She didn't take kindly to those that thought themselves superior to other people, and she hadn't spent nearly enough time in the military yet to learn that it was better to just conform and nod her head. Thankfully, before she could let her more thuggish side out into the open, the group was cut off by a knock at the door, and Acar dismissed the two girls. At that point, Jillian took Catrina by the wrist and nodded towards the door. "C'mon, we're getting out of here now."<br><br>With that, she would fall silent until the two of them were a few hallways away, and she'd reach out to gently put a hand on Catrina's shoulder. "You okay? Our boss is an asshole, just ignore him, alright?"<br><br>.....................................................<br><br>Isabel would simply fall silent at that point and nod gently, going about her own way as well. While James did have a few good points, Isabel still couldn't get behind a man that had been so blatantly disrespectful towards his own people like that. She was taught through out her entire life's worth of training that the leader was supposed to be a person who commanded respect from his subordinates, but also gave them a mutual level of respect in return. Seeing that man, who was supposed to be leading them, act no different from an entitled child simply put off the raven haired woman. Still, she simply fell silent and made her way back to her tent, where she'd relax in her bunk and softly shut her eyes. The female's tent wasn't very heavily populated, so she was able to get quite a bit of privacy as she rolled the battle over in her head, thinking about what might have gone differently had the enemy known what they were going up against.<br><br>Since they had let a group of Zeon pilots get away, she had no doubt that they would be more properly prepared to engage the Gundams the next time they were sent out on a mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 04:39:33</strong>
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				Catrina stood up and saluted as she was ordered to leave, as they passed she recodnised the little girl as a member of washburn family, one of the most respected military families of Zeon, she would have to keep track of why the girl was here, something interesting was happening in africa. But her thought process was broken when Jillian spoke to her, she was still a newbie after all, it was just how things went in the military. "He's well within his rights, I failed in my mission, I make no excuses for that, I failed because I came back alive the only one, it is one of the worst things that can happen to a person. Makes you ask why you survived, what makes you so special, I am just a soldier, like everybody else, ace just means I'm particularly good at ending peoples lives. Nothing to be proud of." She shrugged, still rather under the weather from what happened. She lifted the batch of dog tags, reading the names quietly to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 16:18:14</strong>
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				A couple days Later, a Gallop Class Battleship departed the Zeon Command center. Its purpose was a tour and inspection of the outlying outposts. On board were Lucille Washburn and her Governess, Miss Emma Grooms. Lucille was eagerly excited as she was glued to the observation port. Watching the Zaku IIs trot along side the Ship. "Wow, Nanna. Aren't Mobile suits awesome!?" She chirped excitedly. However, Miss Grooms didn't find the scene nearly as exciting as her young ward. She would have rather they stayed at the Base. She believed that this was in fact too dangerous considering that they were going to hotly contested areas of the African front. She was quite sure the Mistress, Samantha Washburn, would not have approved.<br><br>William was before Colonel Alexander. "Lt, Your unit is assigned to patrol the northwestern Sector. The Zeke's been quiet the last two days since your encounter. I think the appearance of the Gundam Ground types were quite a surprise. We'll capitalize on this and do a little recon. Your Supplemental Weapon systems should be completed and ready to use. Use them well." William saluted as he was dismissed. Trotting over to the barracks. He ran into Mike. "What's up boss?" Mike asked. "We're heading out on patrol. So get the Supplemental Weapons and packs ready." William said. "What'll you be carrying?" Mike asked falling in step. "Give me the...180mm Cannon" Will said as he moved from a trot to a Jog to notify the others.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 20:59:59</strong>
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				When Sam had gotten his orders, he went to where his suit was berthed, and rubbed his head, which was aching.<br><br>"If I ever get invited to share a bottle of 'scotch', again, kick me."&nbsp; Sam said, to his crew chief.&nbsp; The previous day, after his trip to the bar, a cute little data clerk had offered to share a bottle with him, but it wasn't what he'd considered Scotch.&nbsp; It more resembled alcoholic battery acid, and hit packed a huge whollop.<br><br>"Will do, sir."&nbsp; The chief replied, grinning.&nbsp; "You've got some extra toys available to you.&nbsp; What do you want?"<br><br>Sam took a look at the list of offerings, and considered his choices, carefully.<br><br>"Give me the missile six-pack."&nbsp; Sam said, after long thought.&nbsp; "And make sure those beam-rider seeker heads are tuned to my suit's sensors.&nbsp; LAst time I tried one, they went all over the place."<br><br>Sam was referring to his time in orbit, when his GM was given a bulky six-pack of missiles to lug along on an intercept mission.&nbsp; His group, all three o them, were sent to take on a Zeon battlewagon, with each suit carrying one of the heavy launchers.&nbsp; What should've been an easy in-and-out turned oout to be nearly a massacre.&nbsp; The seeker heads on the missiles, designed to follow his suit's own sensor lock, weren't tuned, correctly, and neither were the missiles of his two compatriots.&nbsp; All eighteen of the missiles flew off, randomly, and it was only by the saving grace of a rapid-intercept group of fighters that the team was able to retreat.<br><br>"You got it, sir."&nbsp; The crew chief replied, making the proper marks on the checklist.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 00:08:48</strong>
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				When Isabel was brought in for the meeting, and asked by a random crewmember what additional equipment she wanted on her Gundam, she would simply shake her head and begin to walk away. "My unit does not require any additional armaments." The young man, while still rather confused, would simply nod his head obediently and begin making his way back out to the paddocks. From there, Isabel would simply plant herself in the briefing room, making her the first person to arrive since she had nothing better to do, and she would simply wait for the rest of her team to arrive. Her alone time before the rest of her crew arrived actually gave her a little bit of time to think about something that had been bugging her the last few days. Even though she was what was popularly considered to be attractive, more so then most of the other women on this base, she was without a doubt the one that was approached the least, if at all. Perhaps her rather cold nature intimidated the boys away, or perhaps they just didn't want to think about the fact that they were making advances on a woman who knew of 5 different methods with which to kill a person unarmed in a matter of seconds.<br><br>Isabel didn't have much of a childhood, all things considered. Still, she hardly complained about the fact that she was left alone, she actually preferred it that way, all things considered. Other people were liabilities, the only person she could ever really trust was herself. She'd just tag along with the rest of the Gundam team, play sniper, and then move on to whatever assignment awaited her next.<br><br>.......................................................<br><br>Jillian would tighten her grip on the other woman pilot's shoulder for a few seconds before she sighed gently and started to tug her away. "C'mon, let's go play a game of pool or something. I'm gonna pull a couple a' strings and see if I can't get you in on the swift response unit, same as me."<br><br>[a few days passed]<br><br>Jillian, bored out of her mind at not having anything to swiftly respond to, decided to swing by and check her paperwork to see if the confirmation for Catrina's transfer had gone through yet. Of course, that banked on the fact that Catrina <em>wanted</em> to join them in the first place, and their boss allowed the switch to be made since Catrina was the last one alive from her old unit. She wished that she could have gotten a straight answer from either of them ahead of time, but she hadn't seen hide or hare of Catrina since they got back from that mess of a battle a few days ago.<br>"Why can't we just go out yet? I swear I'm gonna take those white devils down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 21:53:17</strong>
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				When the Others Pilots gathered in the Briefing Room, William addressed them. "Good Morning. Today we'll be Patrolling in the Northwest quadrant. Sector A13. So far there has been minimal Zeon activity so Intelligence believes we're going to be bored out of skulls." William let out with a huff. "So pack extra bullets. The Gundams will be loaded with their supplemental gear. Make sure you're ready to depart in Two Hours, Dismiss". William stated Sharply.<br><br>(Two Hours Later)<br><br>Unit One took a kneeling position while the Container carrying his 180mm cannon was connected to the wenches. Soon the Servos were raising the Container into place before the Titan Mobile suit stood up. "Alright, Is everyone ready?" William asked. He waited for the chorus of affirmatives before he signaled the yard truck. Soon a Hover Truck with flashing Yellow lights circled around to lead the team out of the paddocks. Sgt. Allenby and Cpl John followed in their Sonar truck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 17:45:17</strong>
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				The 432nd had been out in the Sandbox for Two days. So far they had no enemy contact in all that time. It was looking like the Patrol was going to be blessedly boring. William was checking on a filter in the ventilation system as the others were simply standing around not trying to die of boredom. In her Sonar Truck, Allenby had been fiddling with her Sensors. It was difficult to get a good signal in the loose sands of the Sahara as sound didn't travel very well. <br><br>"blast this piece a shit system" She seethed as she slammed her headphones down. Sweat was dripping profusely as they entered the Heat of the Midday sun. As she ran her hands through her moist hair, She felt something cool on the back of her neck. It was Cpl John with a wet rag. "Here, it helps. Also some water. The Lts. orders. Everyone stays Hydrated." Jared said absently. He, like everyone else, was fairly out of uniform. Having shed his Uniform Blouse for a simple white Tank-top undershirt. Allenby also was similarly dress as there was no air conditioning in the Hover Truck. Just a couple of Fans to keep the Air flowing. Allenby took a long swig from the Canteen and set it on her work desk. "Thanks" She said as she picked up her headphones when went back to listening.<br><br>-Tsss- "AH SHIT!" Sampson growled as he burned his arm on a piece of metal that had been baking in the Hot sun. He had his Blouse tied up around his head to keep the sun off, must like the Locals did. His Ventilation system had been acting up for the last couple of hours and found a sand filled filter. They didn't have a spare in the truck so Sampson had to take some water and clean out the filter as best he could. Having it dry out in the sun. Richter was standing watch as the others were resting and trying to keep cool. <br><br>William was finding it "Fun" to twist his body into unnatural positions to get the bothersome filter back into place. With a reassuring click, he managed to snap it back on. "Finally." He said in relief. However, his victory celebration over General Maintenance would have to be postponed. Allenby came charging out of the truck. "LT! I have picked up something on the Sonar. Something Huge!" She shouted. William slid down to her and asked for a detailed report. It appeared she picked up some movement 10 miles to the North East. Contacting HQ, They said there was no Federation movements in the area. William nodded. "Alright, Suit up everyone." He said right before he clamored to the cockpit of his suit. Opening his supplemental weapons Kit, Unit One assembled the 180mm Cannon and loaded a magazine of 5 shots. Tucking the other just behind his Shield. "Let's go!" The 432nd began a trot to try and investigate what the strange signals were. <br><br>It didn't take them long to reach an intercept point. "Ok, We'll hold up here and wait for them." William ordered as he drove his shield into the ground and laid the barrel of the 180mm on top. Using the shield as a rest. Soon they saw it. A large Gallop land battleship. The number of escorts told them there was something important on board. "Ok, everyone. Attack! Try and disable the Gallop. We may find Intelligence. Isabella, help me reduce the number of Escort Suits." William ordered as he fired a couple shots from the 180mm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 05:22:23</strong>
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				Isabel had also removed her top layer of her uniform, leaving her in the uniform white tee that everybody else had been issued while she contented herself with reading over a weapon's magazine, one of the few forms of entertainment that she would allow herself in her lifestyle. As one would expect from her at this point, she loitered near the back and generally kept to herself unless somebody else came up and wanted to talk to her, which nobody ever did. When she overheard that an unidentified craft was approaching, she didn't show any sign of reluctance or relief on her features as she simply nodded in acknowledgement and mounted up in her sniper oriented Gundam. Through the scope of her rifle and her Gundam's enhanced sights and targeting system, she was able to identify a massive patrol of Zeon suits, almost a regular shooting gallery for her all things considered. Even if all her training failed her and she started firing blindly into the crowd, the odds of her actually hitting a zeon suit were extremely likely.<br><br>But her training wouldn't fail her, it never did.<br><br>When the attacking order was finally given, Isabel nodded and showed her understanding of the order by squeezing the trigger not even a full second after she was commanded to help William reduce the number of escort suits. She had already honed in on one, placing her sights right on the cockpit and waiting for the order.<br><br>One shot. One kill. About three to five seconds later, the sniper rifle would fire again after realigning the sights with another new Zeon MS. <br><br>Two shots. Two kills.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 18:59:50</strong>
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				On board the Gallop, Lucille was in one of the Conference Rooms. Emma was going over her daily studies which bored the little girl out of her skull. She wanted to watch the mobile suits some more. "Miss Washburn, Would please pay attention. While the Rise of the Principality of Zeon may not be very interesting to you. It is crucial for you to know this." Emma chastised as she saw the small girl no longer paying attention. "But, Nanna. Why did We come here? It is so boring. I was hoping to see the Mobile suits in Action." Lucille huffed. "Little Lucy..." "Little Lucy", it was a nick name that Emma called her when she was dropping the formalities of their respective stations. "War is a terrible thing. You may not realize it, but each one of those mobile suits you see exploding to ceasing to function carries within it a human being. Someone's Son, daughter, Mother, Father." Emma said saddened. Lucille stood up and came to her Caretaker. "I am sorry, Nanna. Don't cry." Lucille said as she buried her face in Emma's dress. Emma sniffed a bit as she wiped a tear that was threatening to fall from the corner of her eye.<br><br>The next moment, the Gallop rocked violently. Sending the two across the room. Emma used her body to cushion Lucille, and prevent her from getting hurt. The lights in the room dimmed as an alarm was sounded. "Battle stations. Federation forces attacking. All Mobile suits form a defense line. Don't let them get near the Gallop." The PA announced as the sound of boots against deck plates could be heard. In the Radio room, The operator was sending an SOS. The bored that seemed to gnaw at Lucille's Mind was now replaced by fear as a another violent explosion rocked the Gallop. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 19:11:52</strong>
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				Unit Three hefted the six-pack missile launcher onto it's shoulder, and inside, Sam reaced up and over his shoulder, to draw out the enhanced sensor display.<br><br>"Skipper, I'm counting fourteen...&nbsp; fifteen...&nbsp; sixteen targets, all told.&nbsp; One heavy, with fifteen escorts."<br><br>Of course, that was accounting for the suits that the boss and the Sniper had already downed, but there were still a lot to choose from.<br><br>Sam had a hunch, and switched the target-acquisition mode for the missles, setting them on thermals.&nbsp; As he flipped his own visuals to thermal, he saw that the strongest heat source was the Gallup, it's two thrust nacelles glowing brightest among all the various heat sources.<br><br>"Target acquired...&nbsp; and...&nbsp; FIRING!"<br><br>A huge plume of smoke erupted, as all six missiles left their tubes.&nbsp; Sam dropped the launch canister, and reached down for his hundred-mike, and all the while, he tracked the smoke trails to their destinations.&nbsp; Four actually impacted the Gallup, right into the engine clusters, causing secondary explosions to blossom.<br><br>"Unit Three, tagert's been stopped."&nbsp; Sam reported.&nbsp; "Moving forward, to engage the escorts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 16:33:51</strong>
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				The Gallup came literally to a screeching halt. Now it lay dead in the water, so to speak. William lined up on another cluster on the Zeons. Firing a another two shots. the Sands exploded skyward further enemy position into chaos, and covering's Richter's approach. Now that the the enemy is disarray William dropped the 180mm and charge forward to assist Richter. <br><br>"DID YOU GET A SIGNAL OUT?" The Captain shouted to the meek comms officer on board the Gallop. "Yes Sir, Help is on the way, but it will take a while, Sir." The Comms officer replied. "We don't have "a while." The captain seethed. Again the Ship was rocked by weapons fire. The Zeon defenders holding out as best they could against the white Devils.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 16:49:59</strong>
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				Catrina heard the sirens going off around the base, unsure if there was an attack on the base itself, but it didn't matter, she was ordered to report in as soon as possible to the breifing room, her suit should now be fully repaired, and her new placement should be decided as soon as required. But now her regiment was officially dissolved due to the lack of members, her Zaku's colour now stood out from others as the last of its regimental coloring. Not that it was uncommon for an ace pilot to have their own color.<br><br>Due to the sudden urgency of the call she was not in her full uniform, rather now in a tidy red blouse and a black skirt. As she entered the briefing room, she saluted and took her seat to the right. It must be pretty urgent to have this many soldiers in. Most of them Catrina knew to be highly skilled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 19:57:03</strong>
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				Jillian was already suited up and heading for the paddocks, since she had yet to actually part ways with the rapid response team that she paired up with upon her first mission here. As she hopped into the Zaku, she flicked open a comm with the leader of the group, Lieutenant Alves. "So Alves, any idea what in the world we're being called out for yet?" The other lieutenant, a man a few years older then Jillian with black hair, simply shook his head. "Not a clue, we're given coordinates and told to go start shooting. That's what the rapid response team does."<br><br>Jillian would simply nod, finishing her preparations.<br>"No long meetings or listening to generals drone on about how time is of the essence, despite being five minutes late to the meeting? Heh... I kinda like this team."<br>"Glad to have you on board, Ashfeld."<br><br>Jillian smiled and turned off her comm, connecting to the tower.<br>"This is Jillian Ashfeld, requesting authorization to deploy in the Zaku custom!"<br><em>"Authorization confirmed. Zaku custom heading to combat airspace."<br><br>Jillian grinned, turning off all communications in and out before she spoke softly to herself. "This is what the rapid response team does... We get things done..."<br><br>With that, the rapid response team was already deployed and heading out towards the coordinates that command had given them.<br><br>.................................................<br><br>Isabel lined up a few more shots, but after putting down another defender or two, she was quite confident that her allies would be able to take care of the rest without too much opposition. Instead, she started using her scope to scan the horizons for any visual cues of Zeon reinforcements. Flicking on her comm, she spoke in a serious and somewhat cold voice to William, a stark contrast to her somewhat soft voice when the two briefly spoke before. "Estimated ETA on enemy reinforcements?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 21:16:10</strong>
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				"We have a Code Red situation! The Gallup carrying Field Marshal George Washburn's Daughter and Her Nanny, Emma Grooms. Have come under attack by Federation Forces." The Officer briefed. The Room gasped. Everyone knew Lucille Washburn. She had been seen around Base for a couple of days. "What!" was the collective thought of the assembled Pilots. "How many are there?" One Pilot called out. "From Reports...Three." The Officer reported. Silence descended. Some wondered if this was a joke. "Sir, Three Feddy Suits is no match for a Gallup and its escorts!" A pilot barked. "Well, apparently these three are. The Gallups Engines have been destroy and the Feddies are tearing through their escorts so fast it is embarrassing!<br><br>the 100mm machine gun in Unit One's Hand Chattered as huge brass shells rained down into the sand. The Zaku's were extremely outmatched. Soon enough the battle came to an end as Both William and Sam had jumped onto the top of the Gallup. "PLEASE DON'T!" A voice called over the Radio. Desperation in his plea. "All Zeon Forces are to stand down and surrender!" William called out. Soon, the Remaining zaku's dropped their heat axes and Machine guns. "EVERYONE OUT, NOW!" William barked. The Hatch opened and a ramp descended on the side of the Land Battleship. The Surviving personnel staggered out as the Zaku pilots climbed out of their Suits. "Richter, Contact HQ. Inform them of our status and have a couple of Gunperries come out with A GM Team. Colonel Alexander is going to be surprised we caught a Gallup." Samson Said cheerfully. <br><br>The Three Gundams and the Hover truck covered the Assembling Zeon prisoners when a excited voice was picked up on their speakers. "WOW!! Look, Nanna! More Mobile suits!" William panned Unit 1's head around to look at the source of the outburst. What he saw shocked the shit out of him. A Young cherub cheeked girl stood in a billowing sundress and floppy hat. Holding onto her was An older woman, wearing something that looked more at home in the 19th century. Emma held on to the excited sprite as she feared these New Suits. They were clearly federation. <br><br>The Prisoners were clustered together with Lucille and Emma separated from them. Everyone sitting on the hot sand. Emma let out a loud Yelp when She saw one of the Federation suits (Unit 1) walk over and kneel before them. She began to Tremble as it extended it hand and Shield and held it over them. She didn't realize that Unit one was providing Shade for the Young girl and her caretaker. Unit One's head turned towards the assembled Zeon Soldiers. "You are now prisoners of the Federation. Medical treatment and water will be provided once Reinforcements arrive." Samson Announced. Switching Channels, Samson brought up Cpl Richter. "Hey Sam, see what you can do about giving the Zeons some shade. It is hot as hell out there and we don't want them cooking." Samson asked. <br><br>Soon 2 Gunperries arrived on station carrying 4 GM Ground types, as well as Infantry. "Set out a defensive parameter. There are Wounded that need medical attention and Water to the Soldiers." William called out over the speakers so Everyone could hear. "Yes, Lt. You are ordered back to base with your "Special Cargo." Colonel's Orders." The Lead GM Replied. William nodded as he ordered his team on the Gun Perry. Lucille Washburn and Her Nanny were also escorted onto the waiting Gun perry. To be ferried back to base. Leaving the One Gun Perry, GMs, and Infantry.<br><br>As the Holding team awaited the intelligence division. the Infantry erected Tents to shade the Prisoners as medical teams saw to the Wounded. Water was passed around, but the prisoners were carefully monitored. They were waiting for The Spooks to come in and sweep the area and interrogate the Soldiers. Since The Child and her Nanny were not Military. They had to be taken back to Base. "Wow, they look like those Knights in the fairy tales you would tell me, Nanna." Lucille said excitedly as she remarked on how different the Gundams looked as opposed to the Zeon suits. <br><br>"ok, Drink it slow. You don't want to hurt yourself." A Federation private instructed as he handed a cool water bottle to a Young Zeon soldier. "Man, They are sending younger and Younger people to fight these days." The Private commented. It was a sad commentary indeed. with the losses mounting on both sides of the conflict. the Federation and her Allies had to turn to younger and younger recruits to replace empty ranks. The Private moved on with another bottle to the next person. If a prisoner needed to use the restroom he was under guard by no less than three armed infantry men. <br><br>It was looking like this was going to be a boring detail when the air was ripped apart by the shrill whistle of an artillery shell. The idling Gun Perry suddenly erupting in a huge fire ball. "ZEONS!" One of the GMs said as he and the others moved to intercept. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 23:16:14</strong>
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				Catrina didn't need much more information from the officer, straight after they had given the slightest breifing and who was in trouble, she was out the door like a shot, she would get the rest of the information on the way. Altering some of the power settings on her Zaku she moved with a speed that was barely known possible with the suits. The trade off was a reduction of fire stability with the rifle, not that she made much use of it. It didn't take long until she was able to catch up with the rapid response. Opening a contact with the officer "I am ace Catrina, I am yet to be designated a squad, however I request to be part of your sorte, they are attacking Lucille washburn, I will make them suffer!" The steel in her voice appeared to be more than just the rescue mission, but a chance to get back at the white demons who destroyed her squad. "Set power outputs to 4.2352 and reduce stability grades to 2, just be sure to change it back before engaging or you will overload the suits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 00:13:21</strong>
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				The fast response team had actually already begun their attack by the point that Catrina joined in, the first artillery shell from their ambush unit having already fired it's first shot. Still, her advice as to what exactly the group was fighting for most certainly wouldn't go unnoticed. Jillian would flick open her comms in disbelief. "Are you serious!? Lucille Washburn is on that thing!?" Her eyes narrowed, so now the Federation stooped so low as to take children hostage, huh? She'd make them pay. Jillian figured that now was as good a time as any to show all of the rapid response team that Catrina wasn't the only ace in the hole that Zeon had on their side. Blasting ahead at speeds that matched even the agility of Catrina's zaku, she suddenly came flying over a sand burm and was the first melee suit within combat range of the federation forces. "That's it!!! Take this, GUNDAM!!!" <br><br>No more playing around, this time she snapped right towards one of the Gundams, Sam's to be specific, and using her momentum to her advantage the redhead snapped an incredibly powerful frontal kick at the Gundam. "I won't let you get away with this!" Before her kick even had a chance to either land or be evaded, she snapped her machine gun out to her other hand and began rapid firing at where ever Sam's Gundam was going to land. "I know this Zaku like the back of my hand, you won't stop me!"<br><br>...................................<br><br>Isabel was ashamed to say that she was caught off guard at first, needing several seconds to ready her rifle again, and by that point the first Zaku was already attacking one of her allies. Logically, she decided to place her faith in her comrade to be able to handle one single Zaku, so she lined up her shot with the next one that came over the hill, crippling it and causing it to explode with one smooth shot. "Enemy reinforcements... they arrived faster then expected." Another thing that alarmed her was the fact that they seemed perfectly willing to fight in a sector where there were clearly rather large chances of civilian casualties. <br><br>.................................<br><br>Jillian watched as one of her allies bit the dust at the hands of an extremely well placed sniper round, and she let out a frustrated growl. "Somebody take out that sniper!!! Get in close and he'll be helpless!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 00:45:04</strong>
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				Catrina cut through some of the defending GM as if they was nothing, without the vastly superior suits the federation was nothing to her skill in a suit, until she spotted one of the white devil "Gundam" suits not far off from her, driving straight towards what she assumed to be the leader, this time she wouldn't hold back, she was going for the kill, these bastards! "Federation scum! How dare you target Lucille Washburn, You will all die!" She yelled, her entire reserved style was nothing compared to the sheer ferocity, even the gundams will be hard pressed to deal with her in her Zaku now she fought at her prefered power settings, and out for blood, the Zaku was moving as if it was her own body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 04:39:46</strong>
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				Sam tried to react, but it was too late.&nbsp; His ears, his entire cocpick, rang with the shudder of hardened armor against hardened armor.&nbsp; The force of the kick was, indeed, enough to send his suit flailing back, staggering and stumbling.<br><br>It crashed to a stop several meters behind his original position, and by reflex, Sam brought up the claw shield, managing to block the bulk of the incoming rounds from the Zaku.&nbsp; Still, several found their marks,and Sam's cockpit rang with secondary alarms.&nbsp; A quick scan, and he saw that his suit's systems were still functional, though, and he was far from out of the fight.<br><br>Unit Three scrambled to get a descent footing, and it managed to get to a knee.&nbsp; Sam brought it's head up, and it's eyes flashed green, signifying that Sam had locked teh Zaku firmly in his targeting computer.<br><br>"All right, Cyclops!&nbsp; You wanna play?"&nbsp; Sam said, triggering his jump-thrusters&nbsp; "Then, LET'S PLAY!"<br><br>Unit three lept from the desert floor, and into the air.&nbsp; On the upward swing of it's jump, Sam brought his hundred-mike around, and began peppering the Zeke with a torrent of rounds.&nbsp; At the apex of the jump, he managed to shift the suit's orientation, and brought it's right leg out, straight.&nbsp; That,along with the downwards travel of the jump's terminus, had the foot of Unit Three's right leg headed straight for the chest of the attacking Zeon suit.<br><br>"Eat this!"&nbsp; Sam roared, as he saw his machine's limp closing on the enemy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 17:42:37</strong>
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				William watched the singular custom Zaku barrel through the GMs like they were merely blades of grass. He had his claw shield up and beam saber ready when it turned towards him. He recognized it. It was the same one from the other day. It was fast, and very agile. Hunkering down as if to absorb the blow. William heard her rage fill words over the radio. He didn't answer. He was waiting. Waiting for the right moment. "NOW!" He thought as he activated the Gundam's Multi launcher and fired a Flare directly in front of the Rampaging Custom Zaku. Once the Flare popped. William had Unit one boost to the side as the Charging Zaku flew harmlessly past. However, it did put him directly in front of another ZakuII. Twisting Unit one's body. William drove the claw of his shield into the Hip of the left leg. Shearing the leg clean off the suit. Stomping on the Enemy's Arm. William disable it from using it weapons. The ZakuII was useless.<br><br>Turning back Toward Catrina, Unit one's eyes flashed bright emerald green. "We did not know there was a young Civilian on board the battleship. The Ship was NOT broadcasting any of the specified Warnings for Transporting&nbsp; Non-combatants. Besides, What kind of people would let a young Girl and her Nanny into a warzone! So if anyone was at fault. it is <em>You</em>!!" William roared as he charged towards Catrina. While her Zaku may have been modified. A Gundam was still a Gundam.<br><br>A couple of the Zaku's managed to get close to the Prisoners Tent. The Federation infantry only had a couple of Anti-mobile suit weapons, but didn't have the time to set them. So their only choice was to retreat. "Fucking feddy cowards." A Zaku Pilot sneered with a laugh. "Shut Up Zane." Another snapped. "Hurry Get to your suits. We need you in the battle.". The Prisoners all scrambled out from underneath the shade and towards their awaiting Suits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 19:34:39</strong>
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				Catrina didn't know why the ship was broadcasting civilian travel, not that it would've stoped these bastard federation attacking it. "Hahaha yeah right, lets have our civilian ships broadcast their location to you cowards, as if you showed any reservations attacking civilian craft in the past! "Hey we got a civilian escort here, want to come destroy it!?"" She growled, her own experience of federation forces attacking civilian convoys. after all, thats how her parent's had died, she watched it all, as a GM opened fire on the shuttle her parents were on near the start of the war when Zeon was evacuating civilians out of the warzone she had barely survived it herself. But since then she had used that fire to become one of Zeons best pilots. The sight of a GM suit just made her blood boil, just like her parents corpses when they caught alight.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 19:49:08</strong>
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				"You Zeons are just as Guilty! Gassing whole Colonies!" William yelled as he slashed with his saber. To William, there was no excuse in involving Civilians in combat. Particularly Defenseless women and children. An image of a small girl clutching at her throat as she hacked up a vile combination of blood, pus, and bile formed at the front of his mind. It was one of the worst things he had ever seen and made him hate the Zeons. The only thing that saved William during that attack was the fact that he was in his Normal suit. <br><br>A couple of ZakuII came to aid Catrina only to be torn apart by the Unit One's Machine gun and Beam saber. "You people are the last ones to act so high and mighty." William growled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 19:56:56</strong>
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				Jillian's eyes widened in surprise when she saw that her kick hadn't put the opposing machine out of commission. Were that a GM, her foot would have destroyed the metal around the cockpit and rendered the unit completely unable to fight. Much in the same way, her Zaku was even less properly armored then a standard one to make for better speed, so if that kick landed, she'd be dead in a matter of seconds. "Tch, that's not gonna work!" She threw her boosters back, her Zaku maneuvering faster then any regular Zaku II could as she juked around the Gundam while it was falling and pulled up her rifle again. She aimed her machine gun right at the back of the Gundam's head and opened fire, not entirely prepared for the fact that Sam's unit was going to be packing a beam saber and could easily get rid of the offending arm.<br><br>There were no talks about which side was wrong and which was right, no philosophy or accusations, just two pilots seeing which between the two of them was better.<br><br>.................................................<br><br>Isabel prepared to take another shot, noticing that the battle was heating up rather intensely and that she had to do something to remedy that situation. However, just when she was about to squeeze the trigger and put Catrina's Zaku out of commission, along with the pilot herself, a Gouf and a Zaku suddenly flanked her, and they would have hit her with an absolutely brutal pincer attack if she didn't evade with her back boosters as quickly as she did. "Tch." Now she was regretting her lack of melee weaponry, as the Gouf was fully capable of outspeeding her, and it was more oriented towards close range combat over her long range orientation, plus he had that Zaku for backup.<br><br>This was going to be dangerous, even for a Gundam.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 20:36:54</strong>
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				As Catrina and William continued their battle, it continued to grow in ferocity, both suits coming out damaged as the battle went on, Catrina's anger still rising as she in turn cut down severel GM suits that attempted to interfere with the battle, just as she was watching her allies fall as the Zaku's behind her fell. They were both very well matched against eachother. "Looks like you bought into Federation propaganda, never once thought that it could have just as easily been you federation bastards that gased your own families, then put the blame on Zeon as some kind of publicity stunt, its not as if the federation hasn't stopped to such sickening tactics in the past!" She yelled as the firehawk clashed with his beam sabre, a few metal shards that was broken lose during the battle now lay among them due to the ferocity of the battle, her Zaku's alarms starting to go as it began to overheat, not that Catrina cared, she had little else to live for, but dieing for her grace Lucille Washburn absolutely had some appeal. "We will see this battle to the end!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 20:48:03</strong>
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				The Gunperry touched down softly as both Lucille and Emma were escorted off. They saw a rather large man was there to greet them. At first glance his countenance was quite fearsome as he had an air of command. His eyes felt cold and unforgiving. That is until they fell upon Lucille Washburn. Instantly those eyes soften to that of a Father. Squatting down. He brought himself Eye level with the Little Girl. "Hello there. What is your name?" He asked in a friendly tone. "L-Lucille Washburn." She replied meekly. "I am Edward Alexander. I am the Colonel of this Base. Welcome." he said with a large warm smile. Standing up and facing the girl's caretaker. "I am Emma Grooms. I am Miss Washburn's Governess." She introduced herself with all the dignity she could muster in the face of the Enemy. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Grooms. I hope my men treated you and your ward properly." He comment. "They did. One of your Mobile suits even used his Shield to shade The Little miss from the sun as well as order his subordinate to shade those who care we were in." She continued in that same dignified manner. Colonel Alexander smiled. "That is good. Please, if you two will follow me. I'll show you to your room. We'll see about getting this mess all straightened out." He said with that same fatherly smile. <br><br>The two started across the compound when Colonel Alexander saw someone standing, watching them. it was a slightly older woman wearing a blue dress, smoking on a cigarette. Her short blond hair was pulled back in tight bun as her cold eyes stared at the trio. He Stopped mid-stride and glowered at the woman. Lucille looked him and back at the woman. "Who is that?" She asked. Instantly Edward's face shifted from the angered colonel to the loving father once again as he squat down to face Lucille. "Do you like Ice cream? Cause I love it. How bout We detour to the mess hall and I have the boys whip you up a sundae?" Edward offered. Lucille's eyes lit up at the mention of Ice Cream. She squealed for joy at the offer and threw her arms around the Officer's neck. Edward just laughed as he stood up to lead the two to the mess hall. Throwing hateful eyes at the other woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 22:27:16</strong>
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				Gundams were amazing pieces of engineering. Had William been in a GM. He swore he would have been long dead by now. However. the Gundam was easily keeping pace with the Modified Zaku. That didn't mean it wasn't taking damage of its own. William's suit rocked violently as it endured the blows from his opponent's Heat Hawk. "I fucking saw the Zaku that fired the Gas canisters!" Samson growled. his shield was threatening to be destroyed as he continued to slash away at the modified Zaku. <br><br>The Prisoners had managed to reach their Suits. Though powering them back up was taking a bit since they had to bypass the lockouts they activated cause they were captured. Soon they were bringing up their 120mm machine guns into the fray as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 04:49:22</strong>
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				In the absolute truth, Sam hadn't expected the improvised drop-kick to connect.&nbsp; There was simply too much hang-time in the leap for it to have any chance.&nbsp; This Zeke's suit could easily dodge it, and Sam's Unit Three came crashing into the sand, yet again, landing roughly on one knee.<br><br>Sam had heard the impacts of the Zaku's heavy MG fire impacting his unit's head-stock, and he saw some static coming from his displays.&nbsp; There was definitely some impact-concussion damage, and if Sam didn't do something fast, He'd lose his rearward sensors!<br><br>Sam pivoted his Gundam's torso, bringing his hundred-mike to bear on the attaking Zeon, and fired.&nbsp; BAM-BAM-BAM-...CLICK!&nbsp; CLICK!!<br><br>"Shit!!"&nbsp; Sam grolwed, as he saw the hundred-mike go dry.&nbsp; There simply wasn't enough time to pop in a fresh magazine!<br><br>Sam dropped the big gun, and swing his torso around a hundred and eighty degrees, flailing his unit's left arm out, and sending his claw-shield off towards the Zeke.&nbsp; He didn't waste any time, as he turned back around, popped the cover off the knee-cradle on his unit's leg, and grasped the offered beam-sabre.<br><br>An electronic buzz, a hiss of scorched air, and Sam's machine stood, turning to charge the custom Zaku.&nbsp; Within a fraction of a second, Sam's machine was bearing down on the Zeke, it's arm raised with the glowing purple-pink energy weapon coming down.<br><br>"Gocha!"&nbsp; Sam snarled, triumphantly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 05:08:40</strong>
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				Jillian let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden brash actions of Gundam #3, actions that caused her gun to go flying from her Zaku's grip and land in the sand several meters away. "Damn it..." At least that missile launcher seemed to be out of ammo, Jillian could thank her lucky stars for that, since her custom unit would have been demolished after taking just one or two shots from that thing at the most. Because her machine gun was just slightly too far out of reach for her to feel safe going for it, she ended up pulling out the axe that hung from her Zaku's side, readying it with both hands since it looked like her Gundam foe ditched his ranged weapon as well. <br><br>When she saw the strike coming, Jillian let out a small curse and threw up her own weapon into the path of the slash, causing sword to grind against axe for a few seconds before Jillian fell back, a rather heavy crack appearing across her weapon. "Damn it..." This Gundam was simply out of her league. From a technological standpoint there was just no way that her Zaku could hold it's own against it in a fair fight. She didn't want to admit it, but she was actually on her last legs here, as soon as her axe broke she'd be totally armless.<br><br>Still, this was when she fought at her best. <br><br>Jillian's Zaku dove forward swiftly, while Jillian let out a battle cry in her cockpit. Just like she had the first time she tricked him, she suddenly snapped and changed directions to flank him, swinging her weapon at his dominant arm in the hopes of removing his own weapon from the picture. She wouldn't go down without a fight, she was an ace of the Zeon forces. Well, at the very least, she'd be able to say that she tangled with the Gundam, and provided more of a threat, then any other unit that this guy would have gone up against before now.<br><br>.......................................................<br><br>Isabel was faring about as bad as one would expect on her own. She ended up having to put away her sniper rifle and favor her machine gun as she did her best to defend herself against two separate units. Frustratingly, every time she would get a bead on one of them, the other would just perform a flanking maneuver and strike at her from the side or behind. She was stuck in a constant loop of evasion and targeting, never being able to go on the offensive. It was that damned Gouf that was giving her the most trouble though, she couldn't allow him to get anywhere close to her, or he'd hit her with that EMP whip that would pretty much ensure victory for them. She was regretting opting out of having a melee weapon attached to her unit, figuring that they were resources best spent on a unit that could actually use them functionally. <br>"..."<br><br>&nbsp;Glancing over, she saw that both of her allies were having a pretty hard time with their own battles, she should have been there providing support, the battle would be over by now if that were the case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 05:43:28</strong>
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				There was another impact, and another claxon-alarm inside Sam's cockpit, as the internal structure of his suit's hand unit became shattered.&nbsp; In essence, it was like a person, who'd had all the bones in their hand and fingers broken, and Sam's damage display showed a new, glaring red light on the trusty wire-frame display.<br><br>He wasn't helpless, but he wasn't in prime fighting strength, either.&nbsp; Of course, he could lunge for his hundred-mike, but he'd doubt this Zaku pilot would let him have enough time to slot another mag, let alone bring it to bear.<br><br>Sam sill had his chest-mounted grenade launcher, as well as the vulcan, neither of which were much use against a heavily armored suit like this Zeke's.&nbsp; Sam was rapidly running out of options.<br><br>"Nice fight, Cyclops!"&nbsp; Sam called out, over his unit's loudspeaker.&nbsp; "What do we do now?&nbsp; You kill me?&nbsp; WE back off, and fight another day?"<br><br>Unit Three, it's arms held out to it's sides like a fighter, ctarted a slow, circling dance with the Zaku, each mobile suit moving to it's right, keeping the other in front of it.<br><br>"What do you say?"&nbsp; Sam asked, opening his broad-band receiver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 05:50:08</strong>
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				As Isabel continued to fend off her attackers, the Zaku suddenly came under fire from a most unexpected source. The Sonar truck was zipping in circles around the feet of the Zaku. Alisha was on the roof mounted gatling gun. Firing it at the Zaku. While the bullets were going to do that much damage. As long as Alisha can open up some breathing room for Unit 2, then she had done her job. <br><br>However, she found she had done her job too well. The Zaku was now chasing after it. "SHIT ALI! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO GO AN PISS IT OFF FOR!" Jared yelled from the driver's seat. "Just shut up and take us towards the others! We need to support the surviving infantry and get the wounded." Alisha called from the gunner's position. <br><br>The Federation soldiers were holed up in a crack in the Gallup. THe Zeon slowly closing the net upon them as they peppered their position. The feddies did manage to take out two Zakus with man portable Anti-MS Ordnance though. "Shit, we ain't gonna last much longer." The infantry Sargent called. <br><br>As Jared Navigated the Hover truck, Alisha kept peppering the Zaku running them down. constantly antagonizing it to chase them. "Hey Skipper! Think you can give us a hand?" Alisha called over the radio to Unit 1. William turned his attention away from His opponent. Seeing his support truck in peril. He had to think of something fast. Suddenly an idea popped into his head. "Smile for the Birdie!" He called over the radio. thumbing his Multi launcher, he fired off one of the starlight flares. Blinding his opponent as he boosted away from his Oppoonent. Firing the last of his 100mm into Catrina's Zaku. William slammed Unit 1 into the side of the Zaku. Driving it to the sand right before he rammed his beam saber right through the cockpit, incinerating the pilot. The Hover truck speeding off to retrieve the surviving infantry. <br><br>William saw that his sniper is in trouble. Having freed himself from the last fight. he boasted towards his Sniper's position. "Isabel, Get down!" He called over the radio. WIlliam carried his boost clear past her and tackled the Gouf. Both Suits shook violently as they slid through the sand. William activated his chest mounted Vulcan. Pulling on the trigger, he emptied the entire magazine into the Gouf's chest. Leaping off before it exploded. "Are you alright Unit 2?" He called over the radio. <br><br>William sprinted his way towards the 180mm cannon he dropped at the beginning of the assault. Feeding the final clip into the cannon he called for Alisha. "What is the status of pick up, Sgt.?". "Sir, we got the surviving foot soldiers, but we're crammed in here like sardines." Alisha grunted. William nodded. they needed to find an exit. "Sam, Isabel. We need to wrap this up." He called. Knowing his team was running low on ammo. He fired a couple of shots wide of Sam's suit. Discouraging the others Zeons from ganging up on him and opening him a retreat path.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 06:01:50</strong>
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				Jillian's eyes hardened as his voice came out of the loudspeaker, communicating with her on a wide open channel. Of course her attack had managed to deal rather massive damage to the Gundam's arm, for that she was incredibly proud, but the crack in her axe got worse, to the point where the damn thing was actually leaking plasma from it's small battery in the handle. Why was he doing this? Walking those circles around him, knowing that with her next attack, her axe would shatter like glass against his frame. Was he patronizing her? That had to be the only option... Either that or he didn't know how bad off Jillian actually was in terms of weaponry, and considering the fact that her Zaku was a 'glass cannon' of sorts, it wouldn't take more then a stray explosion or two to cripple it.<br><br>Hell, just from that weapons clash earlier alone her unit's left hand was pretty messed up. Still, she simply flicked up the comm, the pink eye of her Zaku could be seen tracing the Gundam whenever it entered her field of vision. "Shut up. What gives you the right to patronize me like that, huh?"<br><br>She sounded pretty anger, obviously assuming the former answer rather then the more common sense latter. Then again, when she had her blood pumping and she was angry, Jillian wasn't exactly world renowned for her deep thinking or common sense.<br><br>After a few moments though, she cracked a smile and spoke in a lighter tone.<br>"Looks like your friends are running away though, feddie, so you'll just have to try and bring me down another day."<br><br>To think, she had done battle with a Gundam and survived... No, even better, she forced a stalemate with the thing! The only other pilots in all of the Zeon Military that could claim such a feat were Catrina, the girl just a few feet away who ALSO battled a Gundam to their nuts and bolts, and the legendary red comet himself. She'd have to pull back now, in order to get repairs and new armaments, but first, a few last words to her adversary.<br>"Gotta admit that our little scrap was kinda fun though... We'll settle the score next time, Gundam 03. Try to make sure that no other Zeon pilots are able to take you down before me, you got that?"<br><br>(Jillian's identification of Sam's Gundam is banking on them having their numbers painted on the frames, like they are with the Gundam Mk IIs at the beginning of Zeta)<br><br>..............................................................................<br><br>Isabel was in a state of shock, having been just moments away from taking a heat hawk to her power battery were it not for that support truck's timely aid. As soon as she no longer had to take on two enemies at once, she absolutely lit up the Gouf with it's machine gun before her clip was empty. Despite her being a cool and calculated sniper most of the time, Isabel was disturbingly resourceful when backed into a corner, and she was most certainly in a corner right now.<br><br>She grabbed the Gouf by it's wrist, actually stealing it's plasma sword and taking it as her own before plunging it right into the Gouf's cockpit. <br><br>Seeing the Gouf explode in front of her, Isabel let go of her baited breath and looked at her hands, which were shaking like leaves. She... she had failed? She needed to be rescued? She could have died, no... WOULD have died... but, this was all that she had? Fighting was her life, and she wasn't up to par... What did that mean? Was Isabel's entire life worth nothing? All those years of training, a childhood lost to gorilla warfare and combat, teenage years lost to military training and diligent studying, adult years lost in service to the federation, and now all that would have come to an end because of her own failure... <br><br>She couldn't even hear the orders of her superior officer, shell shocked from what she had just been through, her Gundam seemed almost paralyzed right where it stood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 12:24:47</strong>
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				Catrina's fight with the Gundam was one of the most exhillerating combats she had ever taken part in, it was such a close combat that she didn't know who would walk away from it. The rest of the Zeon forces wasn't holding off much better except for Jillian who was stuck in a desperate melee, but with a low trick the gundam managed to slip away from her, the resulting flash and violent making her eyes well with tear's it took nearly half a miniute for her eyes to come back into focus, but her Zaku's systems were all going haywire, reacting quickly as to kill two birds with one stone she vented her engine kicking up dust and sand to throw off the sensors of the suits around her so they could not target her down in this vulnrable state, but with the ammount of damage sustained by her suit, she wasn't entirely convinced she would be able to join the melee again and survive. "Jillian, how you holding up?" She called over the system, "Who's still alive out there, we need to regroup now, the gundams are reforming a defensive line"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 13:58:04</strong>
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				"I'm not patronizing you, lady."&nbsp; Sam said, over the broadband.&nbsp; "I'm giving you a chance to live.&nbsp; We 'Feddies' have a higher respect for life."<br><br>Sam waited, cautiously, as he watched the Zaku back off and wothdraw from their match.&nbsp; As it did, the pilot, a gorl it seemed, made her special 'offer'.<br><br>"I look forward to it."&nbsp; Sam said, a predatory grin gracing his face.<br><br>After a few more long moments, Sam was satisfied that the Zaku was really leaving, and not just setting up another trick.&nbsp; He turned his machine around, and walked over to where his claw-shield lay, a large chunk having gone missing from when he threw it, hitting the Zaku.&nbsp; His suit's good hand brought the shield up, and situated it on it's arm, the one with the shattered hand.&nbsp; Then, he moved over to where his hundred-mike lay.<br><br>Sam tilted the gun up, and pulled the empty mag off.&nbsp; After reaching to the suit's hip for a fresh one, Sam hefted the gun, and smiled as the machine's systems registered a new link, through the uninjured left hand.&nbsp; He quietly thanked the Mobile Suit Gods that Gundams were ambidextrous.<br><br>With that, Sam stood, and sprinted to catch up to the boss, who was moving to give support to the team's sniper.&nbsp; As they moved, though, a huge explosion at her location sent a chill down Sam's back.<br><br>"Oh, hell!"&nbsp; He squawked.&nbsp; "That wasn't her, was it??"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 14:52:09</strong>
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				Unit one threw the last of the shells down range. Sand erupting skyward as the Support truck and Unit 3 sprinted over to Where Unit 1 and 2 were. "I could use a little help here, Unit 2." William called over the radio. However, Unit 2 was motionless. "Unit 2? Isabel, are you alright?" William continued to call out. William dropped the 180 and stomped it before moving over to Unit 2. "Isabel...Isabel. We need to move!" Still nothing. "Richter, Unit 2 is froze up. Help her while I cover our retreat." William ordered as be pulled his 100mm and popped his last magazine, firing a few burst towards the advancing Zeons. <br><br>The last Thing Unit 1 did was fire off a couple Manovsky particle laced Smoke grenades. disrupting the enemy's sensors and covering their retreat. Before He moved to join his team, Will saw Catrina across the battlefield. This was the second time they clashed and he was forces to retreat. While he didn't like to lose, he had to make sure to get the others out safely.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 15:38:21</strong>
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				As the gundams finnaly began their retreat Catrina moved to the prisoner tent, and the other captive soldiers to make sure they was all well, the cockpit lay open as she looked down at the soldiers, the injured now being taken care of, and those that were well, were making sure eachother were ok. Flicking on her radio back to main base "Command this is Ace Catrina, we have sucessfully repeled the Federation forces and rescued all prisoners... There is no sign of Lucille Washburn or Emma grooms... But we are not in a condition to mount a rescue attempt, casulties are high, requesting immediate pick-up before federation reinforcements arrive. The Gallup appears to be out of commission." She sighed, she failed in rescueing Lucille, she will have her chance, she would not let such a young girl, let alone the generals daughter, come to any harm at the hands of these federation bastards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 16:09:14</strong>
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				Jillian, who really had a much simpler mind then Catrina did, docked her Zaku at the prisoner tent herself and walked up to her fellow female ace with a bright grin across her features. "That was awesome! You and I actually went toe to toe with <strong>freakin' Gundams!</strong> Can you believe it!? White devils my ass! We can take those things!" She smiled, putting her fist forward for Catrina to bump. "Come on, you can't stay all gloom and doom forever, consider this a victory! Just imagine what you could have done if you were using a Gouf or a Dom instead of a Zaku." Well, while Catrina was a pessimist about it, Jillian was quite the optimist. Hell, she even had her own little rival on the other side and everything. Though now she knew a little bit about how a Gundam fought, so she'd be even more prepared next time.<br><br>Naturally, after Catrina didn't seem particularly amused by Jillian's words, she groaned and put her fist down. "So serious..."<br><br>......................................................................<br><br>Isabel didn't snap out of her trance until they got about halfway back to base, before she realized that her allies were actually carrying her, the gouf's energy swords still in her hand. "Hu- Huh?" She seemed confused at first, and then realized that she would still be in pretty deep trouble right now if it weren't for her comrades pulling her out of the fire again. Gundam 02 pulled away from it's two allies, and started walking on it's own. "... I'm sorry, lieutenant... I failed." For Isabel, those were the hardest words imaginable to speak, words that caused her heart to sink in shame.<br><br>Back in her youth, failure meant death. Failure was unacceptable, if you failed then you were too weak to carry on and didn't deserve to be part of the fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 17:50:17</strong>
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				William watched his team. He felt bad about having to retreat, but he solice that they managed to get everyone out. The Hover truck kept pace along side the three gundams. Foot soldiers lined the top of the Truck as the waved and cheered up at the three Mobile suits. Another point of concern was Unit 2. So far she hadn't said a word nor moved. Unit 3 was practically carrying her. About halfway back to base. Unit 2 seemed to have come around as she began moving under her own power once again. <br><br>William sighed when Isabel admitted to her failure. "We are alive, Corporal. That is all that matters. <em>You</em> didn't fail. If any one failed, it is me. I am the Squad leader, and it is my duty to ensure the safety of my Team. I should have taken into consideration of Zeon suits getting too close to you." William said. Trying to make Isabel Feel better. <br><br>_______________________________<br><br>Acar grimaced coldly at the news of the capture of Lucille Washburn and Her Governess. In his mind, he would have just left them to rot. However, since she is the Daughter of one of the Highest ranking Officers in the Zeon Military. He simply couldn't just leave them. "Sir, About Catrina's Pick up request?" The Comms officer meekly replied. "Granted, Send some trucks to retrieve them. Also send a demo team to neutralize the Gallup. We don't want the Feddies trying and salvaging it." Acar turned to leave, but as he reached the door, he turned. "Have my Gouf Made Ready. I'm going to lead the Rescue operation, Personally."<br><br>_______________________________<br><br>The Zeons prisoners began to load themselves onto the trucks that were sent to ferry them back to base. One of them, a mousy private that looked like he should still be in high school. Approached the two female pilots. He was chewing on his lower lip nervously. Having been under Acar's command long enough to know swift reprisals. He questioned what he was a bout to say, but he heard them Curse the Feddies for taking a Young Girl Hostage. He knew he would probably get in serious trouble for speaking in defense of the enemy. "E-excuse me Ma'ams." He started. "I don't think they would have attack if they knew "She" was on board. Even after they took us prisoner. The one horned suit with the "1" on its shoulder. It used its shield to shade Miss Washburn and Miss Grooms from the sun. We also heard him order the one with the "3" to shade the rest of us. They even ensured that we received water when they took The Young Miss and her Nanny away." He spoke meekly. Cringing in fear of being lash out at.&nbsp; <br><br>____________________________________<br><br>William backed Unit 1 into his berth. Night had fallen by the time they returned to base. The Canopy gave a low hiss as it opened. Taking a rag, William wiped his brow as the hot desert air swirl around him. displacing the cool air conditioning that once filled his cockpit. "Looks like you lot got into a pretty good scrap, Skipper." Mike Commented as he Handed a water bottle to William. "Yeah, We came across a couple good pilots." He said absently as he sipped the water. His mind replaying the battle with that one particular Zaku. "Please try and get the repairs done and the weapons reloaded quickly." William said as he hoisted himself out his chair. His body was aching all over and he felt like he could sleep for a week. "Oh, Sir! Colonel Alexander wanted to see you as soon as you returned." Mike called as William was starting down the Stairs. "Well, He'll have to wait till i get out of a shower. I don't want to offend his delicate nasal passages." William said, showing his disdain for brass and how they can be inconsiderate of others at times. <br><br>After a very quick shower, William made his way over to the Colonel's office. While he understood that Field rank Officers were busy. The Colonel was certainly burning the midnight candle. William knocked and waited to be allowed in. "You wanted to see me sir?" He smartly said. "First off, Well done on taking out a Gallup. It was very impressive for your second mission." Edward said as he shuffled some papers. "Thank you sir, but I could not have done it without my team, Sir." William responded without hesitation. Edward gave him a look before continuing. "Do you know whom you captured, Lt.?" He asked lazily. "No Sir." William replied. "You and&nbsp; your team have picked up a most precious little girl by the Name of Lucille Washburn, and her Nanny, Emma Grooms." Edwards said as he looked up at the Lt. William stared blankly unsure where the Colonel was going. "I guess you wouldn't know her, but you should know her father, Field Marshal George Washburn." It all suddenly clicked. She was the daughter of one of Zeon's best tacticians, and close friend to the Zabi family. "Sir, we are going to return her, right?" William asked. Returning her was William's number one concern. She should have never been allowed in the warzone, but it did explain the number of escorts for the Gallup. <br><br>"Yes she'll be returned." Edward answered but his tone didn't sound too happy. "I don't understand sir. Shouldn't we tried to return her to her family?" William Asked. Aside from it being an excellent Morale boost and PR gimmick to increase favor for the Federation. It was simply the right thing to do. "Intelligence wants to get their hands on her first. To <em>convince</em> her and Miss Grooms to do a little Work for us. They will be picking her and her nanny up first thing in the morning." Edward explained. William gasped. "WHAT?! Brainwash that little girl to spy on the Zeons? That's....fucked Up!" William shouted losing his military bearing. The Look in Edwards face said that he completely agreed. "Fucking Spooks. Think they are above any moral obligation." The Colonel Seethed. "We can't simply let them do this. She is a child for crying out loud." William pressed.<br><br>"Lt, I understand your night time running equipment is malfunctioning." The Colonel said with a weird expression. The sudden change of subject caught Samson off guard. "Sir?" . It took a moment for William to catch on. "Y-yes sir. My Gundam's Night vision does seem to be acting up. I would recommend a night walk to ascertain the fault sir." William said smartly. Edward simply nodded as he picked up a picture off his desk. It was a beautiful Woman and young girl. The Girl's hair was cut short in wavy brown locks. He brushed his fingers across the glass lovingly. "I had a wife and Daughter myself once. We were living in Sydney, Australia. I was in Jaburo when the Colony was dropped." He said, though not really to William. Sydney, Australia was once a thriving city on the Coast, now it is nothing more than inland sea. the Result of the Zeons dropping a colony to earth. "I know what is like to lose a daughter. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy." Colonel Alexander continued. "Sir, this could be construed as treason." William whispered. "Treason to someone else's ideals, not mine." Edward stated as he continued to stare at the picture. William nodded. Understanding the gravity of the risk the Colonel was taking and asking of him. "Yes Sir. I'll find that fault." William said with a salute. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 20:22:07</strong>
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				Catrina looked at the young soldier, she was still high on adrenaline, but she was an ace, she needed to prove a good example, smiling she put a hand on his shoulder "Remember, its the ideal of the federation that we battle against, the soldiers are still human on both sides, there is no need for us to be cruel to eachother, there is still rules in war after all, you did no wrong here lad, I'm just worried about getting her grace Lucille Washburn back in one peice, I wanted to spare the child the sights of war, but now I fear it may be too late." She sighed, she was respected by the lower ranks for a reason, but her ideals didn't make her entirely popular with the higher ups.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 04:10:04</strong>
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				Sam hung outside the barracks, smiking a cigar, and mulling over the details fo his fight, earlier that day.&nbsp; He was finding himself respecting the pilot of that crazy Zeke suit, the one that didn't act like a normal Zaku2.&nbsp; Overall, he considered his close-cmbat a success, as he came back alive.&nbsp; There might not be a 'next time', and he took all the personal voctories he could get.<br><br>He took a deep drag on his cigar, and blew smoke rings at the moon.&nbsp; It was then that he caught sight of Isabel walking by, apparently in her own thoughts.<br><br>"But you a beer?"&nbsp; Sam offered.&nbsp; "The least I can do, after you save my ass out there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 04:18:18</strong>
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				Jillian crossed her arms, nodding in agreement with Catrina's sentiment about how there were good people on both sides of the war. "Yeah, I've gotta agree with the other lady here. We're all people fighting this war, the moment we lose sight of that and start to label everybody on the other side as a traitor or a monster, we become monsters ourselves." Her smile widened a bit, as she decided to go a bit further. "At the very least, that Gundam pilot I fought didn't seem particularly awful. He let me walk away from that scrap we had when I'm sure he coulda just capped me and moved on with his life."<br><br>She shrugged gently, patting Catrina's shoulder. "C'mon, let's go relax a little while we wait for our suits to get repaired. I remember making that offer to get you on the fast response team before, but you kinda ignored it... C'mon! You and me fighting together permanently? Forget about it, the feddies don't stand a chance!"<br><br>.............................................................<br><br>Isabel remained lost in her own thoughts for a majority of the evening, memories of days long past filling her mind and making her wonder what had brought her to this moment. She was just on her way back from grabbing some dinner when she passed Sam, so engaged in what she was thinking that she almost didn't notice that he was there, let alone actually hear what he was saying. <br><em>"You are now warriors of freedom! So long as you stand, our home will never fall into the hands of those tyrants!"<br>"Your weakness is your greatest enemy! Overcome it for great justice!"<br>"Those who die honorably in battle will be remembered forever! We fight for our independence and our very way of life! You are all heroes!"</em><br><br>Was it all worth it? No... of course not.<br><br>Her eyes lifted up towards Sam, her eyes showing a bit more emotion then they usually did, though that emotion happened to be sorrow.<br>"... Me? Saved you?"<br><br>She shook her head in disagreement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 04:30:06</strong>
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				"I know... I just hate the federation so damn much..." She growled her own issues with the federation were her own though, she wouldn't and hasn't spoken of them to anyone, but there was a lot of spite in her words. But she quickly snapped out of it when Jillian put a hand on her shoulder, I know... It's just at the time I needed some space, losing your entire squad is hard. I was supposed to protect them, if I can't protect my comrades, I should not have any..." She sighed, although the chance of relaxing seemed to be good. "Sorry for being so emo, just hard times you know?" She tried to smile looking at the other ace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 04:33:54</strong>
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				Sam took another long drag on his cigar, and let the smoke out in a huge cloud, which he blew in a neutral direction, letting the breeze take it away quickly.<br><br>"Don't give me that bullshit."&nbsp; Sam said, to Isabel.&nbsp; "We're part of a team, you and I.&nbsp; You dropped a couple o' those Zekes, so when I made my charge, they didn't swarm me.&nbsp; In my book, that counts as saving my ass."<br><br>Sam pushed himself away from the barracks wall, and stepped towards Isabel.<br><br>"Come on, lady."&nbsp; He said, smiling in his own, odd way.&nbsp; "The beer's cold, and the night's warm.&nbsp; Let's go cool off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 05:33:46</strong>
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				Jillian would simply shake her head and lean in to give her fellow ace a small flick on the forehead. "Stop being so thick and just say you'll join up already, okay! I mean, would your old allies really want you sulking around and wishing that you had joined them? No way, I bet they'd want to see you tearing it up against the feddies and making them smile even in the afterlife. And, in my humble opinion, the best way for you to do such a thing would be to hop in with a team that you already obviously work pretty well with!" She grinned gently. "I was supposed to just be a temporary addition to the fast response team while they found a home for me, but I absolutely fell in love with the group and now I don't ever wanna leave. Do you have <em>any idea</em> how awesome it is to just go out and actually get stuff done? How much do you wanna bet that if you were main force you'd still be hearing about battle formations and strategic bullshit that nobody cares about?"<br><br>Obviously, the redhead wasn't quite familiar with how to take 'no' for an answer.<br><br>..................................................................................................<br><br>Isabel would open her mouth as though intending to speak, before she simply shrunk back down and nodded. She simply didn't have the energy to try and argue with her fellow Gundam pilot at the moment, and instead she decided to simply follow him to where ever it was that he planned on leading her. Since she typically only traveled between the HQ, her barracks, and the paddocks of the Mobile suits, she didn't really get around the actual camp all that much. That was partially due to the fact that she liked her own privacy and didn't have much to say to others on a regular basis, and and partially due to the fact that she heard a few of the main pilots referring to her as a 'spook'... What they meant with their slang was, of course, a mystery to Isabel.<br><br>She didn't feel the need to say anything on the way there, not unless Sam kept the questions up while they were walking.<br><br>...................................................................................................<br><br>Whenever it was that William decided to pay a visit to engineering on the paddocks, the head engineer would turn around and speak to him. "Oh, hey there squad leader. Your 02 came by today, actually said something to me if you can believe that. If you remember that Gouf sword she brought with her back to camp, she asked if we would be able to make it retractable and attach it to her wrist for quick and easy use. Since you're her boss, the final authorization of this bootleg little weapon installation of ours falls on your head, so, what do you say?"<br><br>Making such a weapon mod would prove to be a pretty difficult challenge for the engineering team. Maybe that was why the head engineer seemed so excited to get William's approval so that he could grab a wrench and get to problem solving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 20:03:10</strong>
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				William began wandering. His thoughts were turned on how best to execute this <em>mission</em>. So much was riding on it and so little time. They had until dawn. That was only a few hours away. Without thinking, his feet guided him over to the paddock where the Gundams of the the 432nd were still undergoing repairs. He was shaken from his musing by a Engineer calling for him. "She, My 02, Actually verbalized to you?" William teased, going along with the Head Engineer's joke. William had found her strangely quiet and it worried him. He wanted to know he could count on her in a pinch. However, that was matter for a different day. He listened to the engineers recount how his 02 requested a melee weapon for her suit. The Knee beam Sabers that were standard issue on G-types have been replaced with extra slots for her sniper rifle. William thought back to the battle, How she barely survived. How the outcome would have been different with something other than her sniper rifle. <br><br>"Ok, I approve. She needs a backup weapon." William said simply. The Engineer nearly leaped for joy and began to sprint off. Now William's mind came back to the task at hand. He let out a loud sigh. Should he enlist their aid? He was torn. Would they even help him. They only met about a week ago. Yet, every fiber of his being told him that what was in store for The Girl and her Nanny was wrong. He couldn't live with himself if let <em>that</em> happen. If he must, he would go alone. It would probably involve his death. at the very least his capture if he goes alone.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 07:37:26</strong>
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				Sam had walked alongside Isabel, heading towards the NCO club, which Sma had found out, before, was just a hut with a meager supply of drinks inside.&nbsp; The beer was plentiful, though, owing to the strong desert heat, so he found himself desiring that, above all, on this particular evening.<br><br>he was quiet, as he walked with her.&nbsp; She seemed to be mulling some serious stuff in her head, and Sam wasn't about to intrude.&nbsp; He'd seen similar looks in a lot of pilots, and he knew that their internal peace was something that only they could find.&nbsp; Still, he wanted her to know that she had a friend in Sam, as well as a teammate she could trust.<br><br>Their trip was cut short, though, as they caught sight of Will Samson walking along, heading towards the Gundam's paddocks.<br><br>"Hey, boss!"&nbsp; Sam yelled.&nbsp; "What gives?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 20:50:53</strong>
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				At the Zeon base, it was ordered chaos as the Mobile suits were being prepared for the impromptu rescue mission. Acar as looking over all the available intelligence on the Federation defense. Waiting for his Gouf Custom to be made Ready. Grimacing, he knew they couldn't simply assault the base. It was too well fortified. He was looking for alternate ways when an Idea occurred to him. "Tell me, Major. Are you familiar with the Trojan War?" His asked rhetorically. A Major looked at him in confusion. "Sir?". "There was a part of that story that always particularly interested me. the concept of a "Trojan Horse." Acar commented off handily. "Sir, are you saying we dress up as Feddies?" The Major ventured hoping he was correct. "Precisely. We capture a patrol of Feddie suits. Let them slip into the compound. They search for The Girl and her Nanny. Once they located them. They will signal in which we'll launch a full assault. They will Follow the other Feddie suits to defend the line in which they will simply...Disappear. Once we secure the Young girl and all. We will retreat. That should confuse the hell out of those Peasants." Acar sneered in satisfaction. The Major Nodded. <br><br>Soon, a Lt. popped in and reported that the Fast response team had arrived, but their suits were pretty much trashed. Acar growled, the Fast response team was one of his best. He needed them to capture the Feddie Suits. "Give them the left over Zaku Is. That should tide them over until we get more of the new Doms." Acar commented. "Sir, that will still leave two pilots without suits. We do have those two Doms already." the Lt. commented. Acar glowered at him as the Lt shrunk away. "Fine. Assign the Doms to them, but they better take good care of them." The Two Pilots in question were Catrina and Jillian.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 22:08:09</strong>
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				Catrina smiled, and nodded in defeat. "Alright, I'll join the rapid response." The travel back to base was uneventful, but Catrina Zaku had so much damage that it would be out of comission for weeks. But as she stepped out to explain the situation to the engineer's they said how they already had the replacement suit prepared for her. Stepping inside the hanger, she saw a Dom, it was the first time she had come across one of these suits. "Wow, looks like it might even be able to match the Gundam devils in straight up combat, thats brilliant. But what of the generals daughter Lucille, she would have to rescue her as soon as possible, and with this suit, maybe it would be possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 22:17:35</strong>
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				Isabel was also rather lost in her own world as the two of them traveled to the NCO tent. She was wondering what exactly would come of this little get together with her companion, though she knew that it wouldn't really hurt anything to get to know him a little bit better anyway. She knew that for most normal people, a sort of personal connection was required in order for people to really put their lives in one another's hands. If this would come to help their combat efficiency, then she figured that it couldn't hurt anything. Of course, that train of thought came to an end when she heard Sam shout out to somebody he called 'boss'. Figuring that could only be one person, Isabel lifted her gaze up to see William making his way seemingly aimlessly around the camp. "?"<br><br>Unlike Sam, she simply kept her mouth shut and took a few steps back, opting to remain in the background for a while longer.<br><br>............................................................................<br><br>Jillian grinned softly, giving Catrina's shoulder a soft squeeze when the other girl finally gave in. "Between you and I, there's no reason at all for there to even be a main force." With that, the two began to make their way back to camp. During the trip there, Jillian would glance over at her fellow lieutenant, Alvez, who had his Gouf completely demolished during the battle and actually came extremely close to getting killed were it not for a swift ejection. "Thought I had that Gundam..." He seemed rather regretful, and Jillian certainly hoped that he'd get his hands on another Gouf eventually.<br><br>She didn't care for much longer though, as they were brought to the hangars and showed to their new mobile suits. "Are you serious!? This is awesome!" Jillian ran forward, inspecting her new MS. "Oh man! I've heard all about these things, they're supposed to be absolute beasts! I can't wait to test this baby out firsthand, look out Gundams! Here I come!" Jillian, still extremely excited, turned back towards Catrina and crossed her arms with a light nod. "Have you seen these things yet!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>21-04-2012, 22:47:44</strong>
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				Catrina was busy looking at the specifications of the suits rather than the suit itself, soon she would become very aquainted with it. "no, this is the first time I've seen one. These specifications are off the charts. I suppose these haven't been needed, but the brass saw fit to give them too us now the gundams have become much more widespread. At least they gave them to the best pilots around eh? Were pretty much the only people on base that have combat experience against those beasts." She looked to the engineer, hoping to get the chance for a test run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 03:32:26</strong>
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				William had just left the Paddocks and was making his way over towards the Building where Lucille and Emma were being kept. His mind was deep in thought on possibly ways to get them out of here when he hears someone call out "Boss." Looking around he saw Sam and Isabel. He was surprised to see the two together. The first thought was they were possibly on a date. Isabel was quite a looker if one could get past her cool persona. "Hello, Are you two on a..." William was quickly cut off as it was explained they were merely going to the NCO club. "Oh, Ok. Don't over do it. The Zeon's may attack at any minute. Oh, Isabel. I have approved the suggestion on a Melee weapon on your suit. I think it is a good Idea." William said. <br><br>He wondered if he should include them on the plan, but he didn't know them that well and didn't want to risk their careers or lives. "Nothing much is going on. Just feeling a bit restless is all. Well, I hope you two have fun at the NCO club. I best stir clear of that place since I have this "butter Bar" He joked as he waved to them a Good night. continuing on his way.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 03:39:30</strong>
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				Jillian's grin only grew broader when Catrina started to return her banter, and she launched a small and playful jab at the black haired ace's shoulder. "Damn straight! I can't wait to get out there again and show those Gundams how REAL pilots take care of business." <br><br>....................................<br><br>Isabel would stay quiet all through the encounter, only taking the chance to speak once William was gone and obviously clear of earshot. When that happened, she'd glance towards Sam and speak in her typical quiet and low tone. "... Something's bothering him." People could potentially find that surprising about Isabel, however, she was actually rather talented when it came to reading people and judging their moods. At least, she was once she got a little bit of a feeling for what kind of person they were, and she just so happened to have been properly accustomed to her supervisor in such a manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 04:00:31</strong>
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				Sam nodded at Isabel's statement, and his eyes slitted in thought.&nbsp; He didn't know the boss well wnough to make any kind of proper guess, but he had come from the direction of the Suit Paddocks, and was now heading to the improvised internment building that housed their highly valued 'guests'.&nbsp; Sam did some mental calculation, and didn't like what he came up with.&nbsp; The boss was up to something.<br><br>"You know...&nbsp; what I said about 'Team', earlier?"&nbsp; Sam muttered.&nbsp; "I'm thinking that it applies, even now."<br><br>Sam turned and looked over the tops of the buildings in the camp, and then turned to Isabel.<br><br>"What say, you and I go check on our own suits, huh?"&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "I can't hurt, and I've got the sneaking suspicion that the NCO club can wait."<br><br>Sam looked at Isabel, and his expression was one of urging, as if he were looking for some kind of fun, or adventure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 04:05:18</strong>
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				Isabel let out a small sigh of relief that Sam agreed with her sentiment, though his next statement caught her off guard. She had been in too much of a trance of her own to realize that he had said anything about a team earlier, but now that he mentioned that word, more memories from the past came surging up to the forefront of her mind, causing her to lower her head and remain silent for a few seconds after Sam got finished talking. In truth, it wasn't until he got finished talking that she actually started to pay attention to what he was asking, though she did have an idea for what it was he was looking for.<br><em>"The person holding the gun next to you is your brother, your sister. You are to care for them as though they are your own flesh and blood. That is the true path to victory."<br>"The thing a person should hold most true to their heart are their allies, those that they fight with and those that they will be trusting with their lives. If you do not believe in your comrade, you will die alone.<br>"We will liberate our home as one body, one force, one singular movement of force! We will be one!!!"</em><br><br>"-sneaking suspicion that the NCO club can wait"<br><br>Isabel shook her head lightly, snapping herself back to reality as she looked up at Sam, seeing that odd look in the man's eye before she simply nodded.<br>"Okay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 04:40:17</strong>
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				When they arrived at the paddocks, Sam got a first look at Unnit Three, which was on a knee, and shut down.&nbsp; Sam cringed at the sight.&nbsp; Apparently, after all the repair work, they didn't have enough time to reapply paint to the suit's armored skin, and Sam's Gundam looked like a patchwork, sloppy... <em> thing</em>.<br><br>Sam walked over and grabbed the clipboard off the paddock's wall, giving the repair checklist a descent, thorough look.&nbsp; The damage he noted was suplimented with other stuff the technicians had found, but Sam was surprised to see that the bulk of the work had been completed, already.&nbsp; It struck him as odd, that a machine as complex and powerful as the Gundam was, it was as easy to repair.&nbsp; Anaheim Electronics sure did a number with this Ground-Type.<br><br>"Can I help you, sir?"&nbsp; A technician asked, from behiind Sam.<br><br>"Not really...&nbsp; Just checking my suit."&nbsp; Sam replied, absently.&nbsp; The two worst jobs, the hand unit and the head-stock's rearward sensors, had apparently been dealt with.&nbsp; In the head, the sensors had recieved a jarring, but their armored casing had prevented any serious damage, and some simple tweaks were all that were needed.&nbsp; The hand unit, however, was a total wreck, with every bit of internal structure being shattered.&nbsp; The nice thing, though, was that enough spare parts could be scrounged together to build a replacement, and in short order, too.<br><br>It appeared, for all intents and purposes, that while it might look like hell, Unit Three was ready for action.<br><br>"Actually, there is something."&nbsp; Sam said, as he had a thought.&nbsp; "The target-acquisition sensors on the lateral array seemed to lag.&nbsp; I want to power up, and get Unit Two to help me.&nbsp; I want to see f I can tighten the timing up a bit."<br><br>Sam shot a look towards Isabel, a sneaky, wicked look.&nbsp; If they were going to assist the boss, or find oout what he was doing, they'd better suit up.<br><br>"Wanna give me a hand?"&nbsp; He asked her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 05:03:29</strong>
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				"haha, yeah your right there" She giggled, before looking back at the dom, her dom, having a bit of an idea, she hasn't been requested to make a report yet, so she still had time before she had to go do leadery things again, might as well put it to use. "Hey Jillian I'm still a bit worked up after that engagement, how about we take the doms out on a bit of a test drive, it wouldn't do to go into our next engagement without having some practice first right?" She gave a smile to her, before signing the form with the engineer and climbing up into the cockpit "Heh, this things state of the art, now those gundams won't have a chance!" She grinned, soon, she will avenge her squad and all the souls taken by the white devils.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 05:10:30</strong>
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				Despite the fact that Isabel had almost gotten killed in it earlier today, Gundam 02 actually had minimal actual damage done to it's frame. About the only thing that needed to be done was the upgrade she requested, which had been done for a few hours now, as well as a bit of touching up on some of the paint that Sam apparently wasn't fortunate enough to be blessed with. Upon realizing what it was he was suggesting, she knew what he intended to do, and she replied with that small nod of hers. "I can do that."<br><br>Of course, she knew just as well as Sam that they weren't just out to realign some of the targeting sensors, but she could keep her mouth shut about that until it actually came up. Isabel just hoped that the two weren't being too paranoid for their own good about this. Well, even if they were, the lieutenant was still going out somewhere on his own, and that could be dangerous even in the most safe of circumstances.<br><br>................................................<br><br>Jillian was just egged on more and more now that her comrade was actually playing along with her banter instead of squashing it with either an overly depressed or overly serious attitude. With an eager nod, she strolled up and hopped onto the cockpit of her own dom, looking at the actual statistics of the thing for the first time. "WHOA!!!! This thing is an absolute powerhouse!!! It moves even faster then my custom Zaku did, hits harder, and takes more damage to bring down! What's not to love!?" With an excited grin, she took the handles of the Dom and gripped them tightly. "next time, Gundam, we fight on an even playing field." With that, she flicked on her comm and let the control center know that she was preparing for deployment. "Jillian Ashfeld in the Dom, heading out."<br><br>With that, her Dom's feet lifted just a few feet off the ground and she was off like a shot, hovering over the desert floor and moving over twice as fast as her Zaku's top running speed. "YE-AH!!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 05:32:58</strong>
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				Catrina could't believe how powerful this suit was, it was an absolute delight to pilot, a suit that could match her reaction speeds. She smiled as the two ace's glided effortlessly across the desert, finding a moment of pure delight in the abysmal depressive battlefield.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 02:27:51</strong>
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				While Lucille and Emma were treated with the highest level of respect, as well as given a very posh room to stay in. there was an undoubtedly Prisoners. They could constantly see the shadow of a guard outside the main door to the apartment they were staying in. Every once in a while they would hear whispers of being transported out in the morning. It left Emma with a sense of dread for the coming dawn. Emma constantly assuaged Lucille's fears. telling her stories, leading her in soft songs. She didn't know what to expect, but the stories she heard of Federation interment camps left her with little hope, and was afraid of being separated from Lucille. <br><br>As she brushed Lucilles golden Locks, she heard some noise outside from followed by a scuffling noise. She clung to Lucille as a stranger stepped into the Room. "Who are you? What do you want?" She asked as she pulled Lucille behind her. "I am Lt. William Samson. 432nd Forward MS team." The stranger introduced. "432nd", Emma thought that it sounded familiar. Suddenly her mind flashed to the shields of the Strange Mobile suits that attacked them this morning. "What do you want?!" She demanded. Fear creeping up that he wanted to hurt them. "I am here to get you two home. Children and their nannies have no business in a war zone." Samson said sternly. "Come on. Be quick and quiet." He instructed. Emma picked up Lucille and stepped out into the darkened hall. She saw that the soldier that was guarding the door had been knocked unconscious. <br><br>The trio crossed the compound quickly. William keeping an eye an out for guards and other soldiers while they crossed the base over to the paddocks. Soon they came to the Paddocks of the 432nd. "WOW! We're going to ride in Mobile suits?" Lucille said excitedly. William nodded, though he was not as excited as the girl. "Come on, quickly now." He hissed as they climbed the gantry to Unit 1. Raising the cockpit door. A bright light fell upon them. William hissed as he threw his hand over his eyes. Moving to shield the Woman and child. It took him a moment to realize it was Sam. "I have been told what is going to happen to them, Sam. they are to be brainwashed. I wont' allow it. It goes against everything a soldier stands for. I am going to return them to the Zeons."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 04:37:55</strong>
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				Sam lowered the intensity of the search lights situated in his suit's back-rack, and moved Unit Three very close to Unit One's paddock.&nbsp; Once there, with his cockpit parallel and level with Samson's own machine, Sam popped the hatch, and jumped out onto the platform.<br><br>"Say what, Boss?"&nbsp; Sam asked, a wicked grin on his face.&nbsp; "WE're just heading out to check my lateral sensor array, see if we can get it tweaked a bit."<br><br>Sam shot Will a wink, and moved close to his CO.<br><br>"Let me take the girl, boss, and you keep the lady with you."&nbsp; He said, quietly.&nbsp; "That leaves our Super Sniper free to support us, and the Zeke's we manage to find, they won't know who has who, right?&nbsp; At least it'll give us a chance to get out of this, alive."<br><br>Sam knelt on the platform, and looked at Lucielle.<br><br>"Whadya say, little lady?"&nbsp; he asked.&nbsp; "You want to go for a ride in my suit?&nbsp; It's much, much better than the boss's, here.&nbsp; See the paint job?&nbsp; It looks like a clown!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 16:08:47</strong>
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				William stared at Sam for a moment. Trying to figure out if he was truly on the level. They group was still too new for everyone to have complete trust in each other. However, It would be better if they goes as a group. Just in case the Zeons are not willing to play nice. "Ok, Yea. My Night vision has been acting up lately. I need to test it out too." William said. Going along with Sam's suggestion. Turning to Miss Grooms. She didn't like the idea of separating with Lucille. "Ma'am. Three people can not fit inside one Mobile suit. I Have complete faith in My No. 3. He will safeguard the Girl with his life." William explained. Miss Grooms was hesitate but agreed. <br><br>However, Lucille didn't seem to understand she was suppose to be scared at this moment. The only thing on her mind was that she will be able to ride in an Mobile Suit. "Clowns?" She asked inquisitively. "They don't look like clowns. They look like Knights from my Fairy tales" She quipped. Eager to go. William nodded to Sam and Isabel. <br><br>As they stepped out into the Yard, A controller instantly contacted Unit 1. "432nd Lead. Your team is not authorized for Yard Departure. State your reason. Over." the controller called. "This is 432nd Lead. We are conducting a Sensor tests. They have been malfunctioning and need to be tested." William explained, Going along with both Colonel Alexander and Sam's ruse. "Under who authority?" The Controller asked. "Colonel Edward Alexander. If you want you can call him and ask." William replied. Hoping the Controller would fall for his bluff. While he did have Colonel Alexander's permission. He was trying to keep as few people out of loop as possible. "Uh, that won't be necessary. Do you need Escort?" The controller asked falling for the bluff. "Nah, Unit 2 is fully operational. She'll provide any cover we should need. I don't expect to run into anything though." William explained. "Alright, You three have a good walk." The Controller called. William simply raised the Gundam's Left arm and waved it back and forth at the control tower. <br><br>"Alright, you can come out now." William said to Miss grooms who was tried to make herself as Small as possible for the duration of the conversation so as to not be picked up by the cockpit's camera. Moving to a more comfortable position, she looked in the direction of Unit 3 with Lucille. Worry etched onto her face.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>26-04-2012, 03:46:13</strong>
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				Isabel did just about the only thing that she figured she could at this point, having been brought into some sort of strange mission that she didn't originally plan on intruding upon. Still, she couldn't abandon her teammates in the same fashion of some old people that she once knew, Isabel was loyal if nothing else. Unit 2 walked a fair distance away from it's two fellow Gundams, taking up it's regular post of a rearward guard as well as a sniper should things end up going poorly. "... Those two guests that are in the other two Gundams... We're going to Zeon then." She was relieved that the emergency blade had already been fastened to her wrist, she already felt quite a bit safer as a result of just having that one energy sword ready to go in case things went bad.<br>"... I wonder how this will change things..."<br><br>True, a sign of good will like this wouldn't be taken lightly by either the federation or Zeon. The Gundam units could be seen as traitors to the federation, in the worst case scenario.<br><br>...........................................................<br><br>Jillian, after spending quite a bit of time getting acclimated to her new Mobile Suit, ended up docking it on the paddocks as scheduled and dropped down. "Hell yeah! I almost can't wait for the next fight now!" She couldn't remember the last time that she had been so pumped about anything. While it was true that she wasn't going to be as intimately familiar with the Dom's functions as she was with her old Zaku's, there was no possible way that she'd ever go back at that point. The Dom was just too much of a monster for that. Besides, she could always relearn how to pilot a suit at it's best, there wasn't really a whole lot that could be done to make a Zaku more of a threat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 01:37:22</strong>
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				"Unit Three, taking up left echelon."&nbsp; Sam said, as he moved his suit into position for the walk.&nbsp; Then, after hitting a few keys and another button, he initiated a scrambled comm-signal between himself and his two compatriots.<br><br>"Assuming this goes as we hope, and we walk away alive, I want to have all the suits together for something...&nbsp; special." Sam said.&nbsp; "I have a plan for the on-board data recorders."<br><br>Once the suits were in a steady walking speed, Sam turned to look over his shoulder, and caught a glimpse of Lucielle.<br><br>"Haveing fin, little lady?"&nbsp; he asked.&nbsp; "Different than riding around on a hover-platform like that Gallup, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 04:35:24</strong>
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				Acar watched as the two Doms returned and docked. The girls seemed excited and confident in the abilities of the mobile suit. He walked over to the two, his own helmet tucked under his arm. "Do you two approve of the new suit?" He asked. Listening to their answers, He stood quietly. "Good, This should make capturing several Enemy suits all the easier then." He said callously before he strode over to his Gouf Custom. <br><br>Settling himself in the cockpit, he adjusted his belts before powering up the Gouf. It's singular red eye sweeping across its range of motion before it settled directly ahead. The Gouf rose upright to its full height. "I'll take the Lead" He commanded as he motioned for the Gouf to take its first steps. The Fast Response team in their Zaku Is following with Catrina and Jillian hovering along side the Gouf. The Night sky greeted them as they took to the sands. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 05:16:19</strong>
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				Jillian would report with an excited statement of approval when it came to her Dom working just as well as she expected, since she was still absolutely blown away by it's performance. Sure, she figured it would take a little while for her to realize it's full potential once they were in combat, but once she got to that point, no Gundam would be able to stand against her. She proudly took her place by the side of the custom Gouf, though she wondered why the commander himself would personally head this mission up. Was he really so good of a pilot that all those years behind a desk wouldn't rust him up enough to be a danger? Time would only tell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 04:36:26</strong>
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				Sam grumbled, silently, as the group passed the burm, the border of their base's territory, and wandered into the vast, featureless sandbox.&nbsp; Even with his suit's low-light vision engaged, there was little to see here, and Sam didn't like the idea of going out here without a sensor truck, not when therre could be Zekes prowling around.<br><br>Lucille seemed to enjoy the ride, as the Gundam took it's large steps.&nbsp; She was constantly asking Sam what this was, and what that was.&nbsp; Were it anyone else, Sam would've found it extremely annoying, but not from this small girl.&nbsp; Her wide-eyed wonder made him appreciate his suit all the more, and even though he evaded most of her questions, seeing as she was still a Zeon, he answered what he could, mostly with vague generalizations.<br><br>"Skipper, all clear on my quadrant, so far."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "Sensor calibration proceeding normally."&nbsp; He added the second part, just in case their own people were listening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 18:02:28</strong>
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				"Good. Keep an eye out. Isabel, I am counting on you to watch our backs during the exchange." William returned. Emma grooms sat patiently just behind William's seat. She tried not to look at anything fearing that seeing too much could cause the pilots to turn the Suits around. "Why are you doing this?" She asked. "Because I Told you before. Civilians and Children have no business in a warzone." William answered without looking back. He wanted to get the jump on the Zeons. It would put him and his team in a better position for negotiations<br><br>__________________<br><br>Acar's Gouf trotted across the loose sands of the Desert. He was moving them to know Feddie patrol zones. Feddie patrols generally consisted of 3 mobile suits and a Sonar truck. So he hoped that with his superior numbers he could capture the require suits needed for the rescue operation. "Jillian, Catrina. Keep a sharp eye out for Feddies. It doesn't matter what suits they are in, but we need to limit damage as much as possible." He commanded over the Radio.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 21:25:40</strong>
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				Isabel would keep to herself for the most part, not saying a word until she felt that something needed to be said. When William gave her his small command, she would simply nod and speak a single word back. "Acknowledged." This was where she was most at home, in the cockpit of her Gundam, out on some sort of mission. In all honesty, she didn't even feel all that comfortable anywhere else, she was a warrior first and everything else second, that was the way that she had always been, and that was the way she figured she always would be. That little train of thought wouldn't matter much though, as Isabel detected some nearby heat signatures on her radar. "Lieutenant, there are unidentified heat signatures inbound, likely Zeon."<br><br>.....................................<br><br>Jillian nodded, boosting forward to try and scout ahead when she suddenly came over a large dune to see a duo of particular units walking through the sands alone. "Colonel, sir! Th-those are the Gundams down there! What are they doing all the way out here?" She paused, her dom's eye floating back towards the Gouf that would no doubt be approaching to see the situation for himself. "What are your orders, sir? Do we attack them? You DID say that it didn't matter what units they were in, so long as we limit damage."<br><br>Then again, Jillian didn't know how they could possibly take on a Gundam and win while minimizing damage. Fighting one on even grounds before just about wrecked her Zaku.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>05-05-2012, 23:25:24</strong>
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				The head of Sam's Gundam snapped around, searching, and he'd found what Isabel had indicated in short order.<br><br>"Confirmed, boss."&nbsp; he reported.&nbsp; "Coming in quick, and whatever they are, they aren't ours."<br><br>Sam dropped his Gundam to a knee, and armed his hundred-mike Machine Gun, bringing it up and slightly towards their targets, while bringing up his shield-arm close to the suit's body.&nbsp; The meaning was clear:&nbsp; He wasn't looking for a fight, but if they wanted one, he'd be more than willing to play.<br><br>"Lucille, go sit down back there, now."&nbsp; He said, calmly.&nbsp; "It's looking like we might have some company, and right soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 04:01:54</strong>
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				Isabel's warning rang out on William's Radio. "Ok, Isabel. Fall back and take an over watch position. Richter. Be on your guard. Also get the survival blankets ready. If they are willing to do the exchange Then we need to cover as much of our cockpits as possible." William said confidently. The two continued forward as Unit 2 hung back. "Please dear God, let this work." William mumbled as he holstered the 100mm and raised Unit One's hands. Moving the Gundam towards the heat signatures. <br><br>________________________________________<br><br>Acar moved his Gouf easily. Coming along side Jillian's Dom. Panning his camera in the direction she indicated. "Only Two suits?" He said sounding almost disappointed. While it would make it easier to capture the suits. That would mean less people he could smuggle into the Federation base. However, the mention of the legendary "Gundams" that seemed to cause trouble for his two leading pilots had him intrigued. Zooming his Camera on the two figures he wondered how they could have caused so much trouble. "These peasants arrogance is astounding. They believe they were so invincible in their new suits that they only need to two to patrol." He said with an evil chuckle. The coup it would be to capture "Gundams" Would certainly give him points with High Command in space. It could very well be worth abandoning the mission to rescue the Girl. <br><br>He gave a predatory smile as he licked his lips. "all units Att...Huh?" His order to attack was cut short by a strange scene. The lead looking MS actually raised its arms as if it was surrendering. Was it surrendering them? Was their instruments that good that they knew they were there? Acar's eyebrows knitted as he took in the scene. He had the numerical advantage, but if these suits were as powerful as They have been reported he would still have to be cautious. "Lets see what this means." He commented as he started to approached. His gun and shield raised. <br><br>_____________________________________<br><br>Sure enough, There were Zeons on the other side of the dunes. much more than William hoped for. He saw a Purple Gouf lead them as well as two new suits on the Gouf's flank. Their Guns were raised. William racked his mind as to his next step. If he didn't do this right, then they might as well just shoot themselves and save the Zeons the trouble. flipping his external speakers, he called out. "Zeons Stop!" His voice was strong and commanding even if it sounded Tinny on the speakers. Surprisingly the Zeons stopped. "We have come to Return something that belongs to you. Two people in fact!" William called out. "Please dear God, let them bite." He prayed under his breath. <br><br>_________________________________________<br><br><br>When the Lead Gundam called out, it actually surprised Acar that he gave the command to Halt. He kept his weapon trained upon the Enemy suit. His eye brow was raised at the mention of Something returned to them. "What do you have that we want?" He asked, playing innocent. "Lucille Washburn and Her Caretaker Emma Grooms. We know she is the Daughter of Field Marshal Washburn. We want to return them to you so they can go home. They have no business on the Battlefield." William said. "How do We know that you haven't brainwashed them and trying to get them to spy for you?" Acar hissed back. Accusing. "I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A DESPICABLE THING! That is why we are bring them back to you now! cause they were going to do that!" Samson shouted back. He was heated to be accused of such a thing. "Prove that you have them!" Acar demanded. William looked over his shoulder. "Go on, say something." He coaxed. Emma licked her lips as she tried to find her voice. "Um....Hello. This is Emma Grooms. P-Please don't shoot." She pleaded. The voice recognition software instantly recognized her voice. Acar scowled. "That is only one! Where is Miss Washburn?" Acar demanded. "She is with my subordinate. He'll only approach with her when you agree to the terms." William returned. Acar leaned back in the couch and peered at the Mobile suit. "What are your terms? Acar said with a growl. "They are simple, One term. Once the exchange is complete. You go your way. We'll go ours. come tomorrow we can go back to killing each other to our hearts content." William said. Acar had to mute his mic as he couldn't contain his laughter. He couldn't believe this idyllic fool. He actually expected it to be that simple? After he managed to control his laughter he spoke again. "ok, I agree." He said. "I want your word!" William demanded. Acar rolled his eyes. "You Have my Word as Muhammad Acar that I'll let you go once this exchange is complete." He said so all could hear. "Prove your good faith. Lower your weapons!" William also demanded. "Lower your weapons." Acar ordered as he lowered the Machine gun clutched in the Gouf's hand. William ordered Richter to approach with his Gun holstered. <br><br>Unit one was silent a moment as William spread the blankets over as much of the cockpit as possible. He knew they were going to photograph the interior. So he had to conceal as much as possible. Once completed, he raised the canopy. Emma held his arm as she saw how High they were. Acar smiled devilishly. "Catrina and Jillian, Please collect out lost Lambs" Acar instructed. "Once you secured them. Return to base immediately. I and the squad will remain behind and ensure they uphold their end of the bargain.".<br><br>William took a steadying breath as he saw the Doms approach. His face held a determination that this act of humanity goes smoothly. The Dom approached to with in a few feet. William could see the servos that controlled the Dom's eye. Slowly he raised the Gundam's hand. Turning to Emma, he gave her a happy smile. "You and Miss Lucille will be going home soon. I am sorry for all the trouble." He said genuinely. "Thank you, Mr. Samson. For protecting us." She replied. "This was Colonel's Alexander's idea. He should get the thanks." William said. Emma simply nodded as she stepped onto the offered hand and crouched down. Holding onto the Gundam's thumb for stability. Carefully, he lowered her to the open cockpit of the Dom. Looking down as the Dom pilot looked Miss Grooms over. He and Her made eye contact for a few seconds before they retreated into the Dom's chest. The two suits back away as William closed his cockpit and waited for Unit 3 to do his exchange.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 04:49:36</strong>
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				Catrina had been quiet most of the sorte, taking as much time as humanly possible to get herself accustom to the new suit, it was truely a work of art, it will destroy all opponents it would face. She couldn't wait! Although there seemed to be a situation now where she would get to practice her art before she was accustom entirely with her new set of paint. Not that it should matter a great deal, the controls were similar to the Zaku's after all.<br><br>Hearing the Acar's comments about the Gundams raised the Ire in her, did they really think they could be strutting around here like this, just because their suits gave them the edge, she should show them how mistaken they were! But the acar told them to keep back, so for now Catrina would do as she was ordered. They had Lucille Washburn? Were willing to hand her over? Thats rich, unless... She kept her silence for now, the Acar was here after all and she was not about to disobey orders, what sort of influence would that instill in the younger soldiers, if the aces thought themselves above the others.<br><br>After the short time passed, Catrina stepped up towards the Gundam, the one she had been fighting all this time, her own personal demon. It was gauling to think that now she had the tools to stand evenly, she couldn't fight him. But for now there was more important matters at hand. Finnaly the two suits were squared off against eachother, she waited for the gundam pilot to show himself first, and that Emma Grooms was there, so she knew exactly that it was her. Her gut instinct told her that this was indeed the right woman. With the flick of a few buttons, her own cockpit opened, for once she was staring right at the person who had been a thorn in her side in the last few battles, the man who killed many of her comrads. She wanted to pull her pistol on him, but that would be inprudent in front of Emma grooms. So for now she just stared into his eyes, as Emma changed suits, helping her inside she turned back to the pilot. "Now your suit advantage is over, I should be thanking you for rendering my Zaku unworkable, now I get to have a fair fight with you. But for now, you have held up your end of the deal, I will respect that, be sure that the two ladies will not see combat while they are in my care. But if I find you bastards did anything to them, not even a hundered gundams will save you from me." The final words were said less of a threat, and more of a promise. As her cockpit sealed away. She turned back towards Emma. "I'm sorry for the incompetence of our forces my lady, it is good to have you and lady Lucille back with us" She smiled, before taking her seat and starting to walk away in the opposite direction of the gundam.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 05:02:41</strong>
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				"All right, little one."&nbsp; Sam said, as he finished securing the last of the foil blankets over the innards of his cockpit.&nbsp; "Here's where we part ways."<br><br>Normally, Sam might have been sad at the prospect.&nbsp; She was an incredibly bright kid, and to Sam, that was rarity, indeed.&nbsp; Still, though, she was a high-position person for the Enemy, the hated Zeon, and he wanted to get her out of his suit, as fast as possible.<br><br>Sam brought his suit to it's feet, and brought it's hundred-mike around to it's back, where he secured it to an extendable clamp on the suit's rear skirt-armor.&nbsp; Once that was done, he lowered his shield arm, and took a few hesitant steps towards the other of the new Zekes.<br><br>"Zeon Pilot, this is Unit Three."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "Approaching at slow speed, and I'm disarmed.&nbsp; I'm going to bring my suit's hand up to your cockpit level, and hand her over in it's palm.&nbsp; Do not be alarmed."<br><br>Sam may have sounded overcautious, but there was life in the balance, here.&nbsp; His life, the lives of his teammates, and the life of the little girl.&nbsp; He had to be careful.<br><br>Unit Three slowly plodded it's way over, and stopped short of the new Zeke.&nbsp; Sam dimmed the lights in the cockpit, and opened his hatch, once the suit's hand was in place.<br><br>"Come on, kiddo."&nbsp; He said, lifting Lucille from her hiding place, and bringing her to the palm of the giant metal gauntlet.&nbsp; "Let's get you home."<br><br>Unit Three stood, waiting and ready to deliver on it's promise.&nbsp; "Come on, Zeke..."&nbsp; He whispered.&nbsp; "Come get her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 05:19:49</strong>
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				Isabel did exactly as she was ordered by her superior, causing Gundam 02 to vanish completely off the grid as she found a cozy little spot where she could hone in on the scene and watch it safely through the scope of her sniper rifle. She did find it kinda funny that they seemed to so easily forget that the third of the three Gundams was a long range unit that did it's best fighting when it wasn't seen, but she wasn't about to let go of this incredible advantage that they had, not when the other two Gundams were disarming at this moment. If anybody tried anything smart and attacked either Gundam 01 or 03 during this exchange, she was going to put a heavy round right into their cockpit without even batting an eye, even if it was one of the Doms that carried the VIPs that were to be exchanged. Unlike the others, Isabel wasn't here out of some moral obligation to do what was right, she had no qualms at all with seeing innocent people, civilians, die. That was something that she became desensitized to at a very, very young age. She was here in order to watch out for her allies and keep the other two Gundams safe, and that was exactly what she planned on doing.<br><br>She didn't say so much as a single word as the exchange went down, though the realization that both of the other Gundam pilots seemed to have their own personal rivals on the other side did make her realize just how much of an outsider and loner that she really was.<br><br>...<br><br>Jillian, shockingly, did her best to just remain quiet and simply observe the situation at hand from a distance. She honestly couldn't believe what she was hearing about the feddies returning such precious people to the safety of the Zeon camp, however, this just reaffirmed what she was saying earlier about there being some genuinely good people over on the other side. Jillian wondered for a second or two why everybody couldn't be as considerate as these Gundam pilots, who HAD to be disobeying orders right now in order to do the right thing. If that were the case, the war between the Federation and Zeon would never have broken out in the first place, the two factions actually could have likely found a non violent solution that worked out best for everybody. For now, though, all she could do was just follow her superior's orders and go to retrieve Lucille from Gundam 03, the unit and pilot that had given Jillian a run for her money during the previous match.<br><br>Jillian approached slowly, walking towards Sam's Gundam as she spoke in a somewhat playful tone. "At ease, Gundam 03. There's no way I'd take a cheap shot at you like this, when I kick your ass up and down the block in the next match, it's gonna be a fair and square fight." Unlike Catrina, Jillian saw her rivalry with the Gundam as exactly that, much more of just a playful rivalry and a conflict between two skilled pilots. She didn't see him as some sort of foil or obstacle that she HAD to overcome. In Jillian's mind, taking anything too seriously was just going to end up being painful for those involved, and war was already hell enough without the added drama of trying so desperately to overcome a rival on the other side.<br><br>Her hatch opened and she brought the hand to the mid way point where Lucille would be able to jump across, during this time, she poked her head out to try and get a look at the man who had become her rival. She wasn't sure why, but part of her just wanted to see him face to face. "Thanks for what you're doing, but don't expect it to earn you any favors once the bullets start flying again. Next time we meet, you're mine." She couldn't help but put on a competitive grin as she finished that statement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 16:36:31</strong>
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				William simply ignored the pilot's threats and tirade. There was no need in replying to or goading her further. Though, he had to admit. She was beautiful, but that didn't change the fact that she was the Enemy. He merely sat in his cockpit and closed the hatch. He watched as the two Doms reversed back to their lines. A moment later, they hovered off. Leaving the two Gundams with the Gouf and the gaggle of Zaku Is.<br><br>__________________________________<br><br><br>Acar waited patiently as the Exchanges were taken place. He smiled at Catrina's words. However, Jillian's words seemed to rankle him a bit. He felt she wasn't taking this war seriously enough. While he knew these Gundam pilots were definitely disobeying orders and risking charges of Treason. He didn't care. Their act of Humanity was nothing in is eyes. They were still dirt beneath him. Had their Situations been reversed. He would have waited until the Brainwashing was completed before turning over the people. He wasn't above using pawns. He was nobility. It was his right to use the lesser humans as he saw fit. He watched as his two pilots stepped back. "Are they ok?" He said Feigning concern. "Alright, Get your butts back to base." He ordered as his Gouf continued to watch the two Feddie suits. <br><br>____________________________________________<br><br>William and Sam waited and watched as the two Doms hovered away. They simply stared at the Zeons before them for a couple of minutes. "Ok, Sam. lets get back to base." William said. Turning Unit One around. The two were stopped by an arrogant sneer. "Where do you two think your going?" Acar said. "The exchange has been made. Honor the Bargain!" William snapped back. "Pathetic, arrogant peasants. I am of the Noble house of Acar. I don't have to honor my word to filthy rats such as yourselves!" Acar hissed. William was seething in his cockpit. This was suppose to be a Humanitarian effort, yet even this, with the noblest of intentions, Someone had to fuck it up! "Kill them!" Acar ordered as he boosted away from the Field. Unit 1 and 3 moved back to back. The Zaku 1s were forming a circle around the two Gundams effectively cutting off their escape. The 120mm Zaku Machine Guns raised and aimed directly at the Gundam's cockpits.&nbsp; "Sam, we have to get out of here, but that doesn't mean we can't have our fun first." William said with an evil sneer. "Just try and not kill them". That was the last thing William said as boosted his gundam towards two of the Zakus. Bringing his shield up, He felt rounds slam against his shield. Raising it up at that last minute, He drove the claw of his shield into the Hip joint of the Left leg of the First Zaku. twisting the shield, William tore the leg from the housing. The quickness of the attack stunned the others giving William time to draw his Beam saber. Tackling a second Zaku. Unit One Drove him to the Ground. William stabbed at the Joints of the Zaku. Severing the Arms and legs crippling the suit. William brought his Gundam to his Feet. His Saber drawn and the shield held up in a defensive manner. <br><br>____________________________________________<br><br>Acar caught up with the two doms easily. A smug grin on his face for what he assumed would be an easy victory over those Feddie suits. When the faces of the two girls appeared on his screens. He gave them a dismissive gesture. "The Situation has been...resolved." he said smugly. However, the way he said it gave Emma a knot in the pit of her stomach. Even Lucille caught on. "What did he mean by that?" She looked at Jillian with her deep blue eyes. She was still young to understand the concept of Betrayal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 04:55:11</strong>
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				"Don't kill 'em?"&nbsp; Sam asked, as he brought his Unit Three back to full power.&nbsp; "But..."<br><br>Sam didn't argue.&nbsp; The boss had a reason, and whatever that reason, Sam wasn't one to disobey orders.&nbsp; He tore the last of the security blankets off his consoles, and prepared to go to work.<br><br>Sam's machine broke into a run, and darted towards a cluster of the older Zakus.&nbsp; Several of them backed away, startled by the boldness of Sam's charge, and that was all Sam needed.&nbsp; He brought his hundred-mike back around from it's shackle, and slammed his sheild into the first Zeke he met, knocking it back.&nbsp; The enemy suit stumbled, staggered, and fell on it's back, and Sam was right there, unloading a few rounds into it's hips, rendering it's legs useless.<br><br>Unit Three's head swiveled, looking for another target, and the glowing green eyes were immediatelymet by a hail of gunfire, as another Zeke started pouring it on to Sam's Gundam.&nbsp; Sam ignited his boosters, and lunged at the firing suit, firing a few rounds, which, at this range, had no choice but to slam into the Zeke's gun, shattering it.&nbsp; The Zeke, in turn, reached for it's heat-axe, and Sam sent an armored fist directly into the chest of the monster.<br><br>"Two!"&nbsp; Sam yelled.&nbsp; "Target-rich area!&nbsp; Go for the legs, and fire!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 05:14:55</strong>
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				Jillian paused for a few seconds when she realized what Acar said, as well as the implications that came along with it. Was their commander really so dirty as to have the rest of their unit fire upon unarmed enemies that were just trying to do something good? She made sure that the external connection to Acar's unit was cut, and that he wouldn't hear anything that she said, before he looked back at the young girl in her Dom and spoke in a soft voice. "I'll tell you when you're older, okay?" She feigned a smile, softly pressing an index finger against Lucille's forehead. "Right now, we just gotta focus on getting you back home, it's past your bedtime."<br><br>..................................<br><br>There was no need for Sam to give the command that he did, as at the very second that fighting broke out, there were already high power sniper rounds firing into various Zakus, seeking to disable as many units as possible rather then take the extra time needed to get a killshot. Right now, Isabel's only priority was to ensure the safety of her allies, and the best possible way to do that was to put her scope on the first Zaku appendage it landed on, and pull the trigger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 20:23:22</strong>
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				Catrina knew all too well what the Acar intended, it wouldn't of been the first time and she had often spoke against it in the past, as much as she wanted to go back, she refused to end her side of the deal. She would not allow the ladies to see combat. "I'm sorry Emma, but you are my piority right now." She said heavily, they were soldiers they know the risks. But she would not allow civilians to suffer because of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 23:04:51</strong>
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				Another Zaku I crumpled to the sands under the might of the Gundam. However, William was distracted as he searched for another target. Not realizing that a Zaku I was racing up behind him. As Soon as the threat indicator sounded, Unit 1's head turned. The Zaku I raised his heat Hawk only to be struck in the back by a high powered round. William knew instantly who it was. "Thanks 2. I owe you a beer!" Samson called on the radio. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 04:10:37</strong>
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				Unit Three just downed another one of the antiquated Zaku-1s, and Sam realized that the targets, while thinning out slowly, were not letting up.&nbsp; With his Gundam on a knee, he brought his hundred-mike up to bear on another advancing Zeke suit.<br><br>"Think about it."&nbsp; Sam called out on the loudspeaker.&nbsp; "Your buddies are down, but not dead.&nbsp; You force my hand, I won't guarantee you'll be in the same boat."<br><br>The Zeke continued to advance, and Sam felt a moment's frustration.&nbsp; These rear-guard suits were hopelessly outclassed by his own suit, as well as the rest of the team.&nbsp; They kept falling, and the cumulative damage to his suit, as well as the boss's, was negligible.&nbsp; It just didn't make any sense why they were continuing to attack!<br><br>Another thing that didn't make sense was the order from the boss.&nbsp; Why keep these Zeon pilots alive?&nbsp; Why not eliminate them, and keep them from taking other Federation lives?&nbsp; What was the boss playing at?<br><br>Sam lowered his hundred-mike, and shot a short busrt in the direction of the Zaku.&nbsp; It's knee exploded, instantly, and the suit toppled forward, slamming onto the sands on it's face.<br><br>"Idiot."&nbsp; Sam grumbled, as he searched for another target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 19:22:21</strong>
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				Acar, and the Two Doms stepped down into the Zeon Base. Acar confident that his forces successfully subdued the Gundams. Backing his Dom into the berth, he opened the cockpit as a young Officer stood there with a towel and water bottle. Acar snatched the water bottle from the officer's hands and took a long pull. "Awww, that is much better." He said. Emma waited patiently until Catrina could park the Dom and catwalk was swung over. As soon as the cockpit opened, She dashed out towards Jillian's suit. Her only concern was Lucille. When she arrived, she let out a relieved Sigh. It would seem that the events of the evening were too much for the young girl as she lay curled up asleep. Emma scooped her up in her arms as best she could without waking the young girl. Turning to both Jillian and Catrina. She smiled at them. "Thank you very much. For everything." Emma whispered. Though she was saddened by the fact that a encounter that was meant to display the best in humanity became one that showed the worst. Emma appeared over at Acar on the other side of the hanger. She couldn't help but hate him. He was what was wrong with the universe. People like him. At this Time, Little Lucille roused from sleep. Looking at Jillian and Catrina. She smiled and held out her hand to them. "Hello, Big Sisters." She called sleepily.<br><br>"Ok, We wasted enough time here, 432nd Fall back. Sam, Fire off your smoke grenades to cover your retreat." William ordered as he selected the Minovsky particle laced Smoke Grenades from his Multi-Launcher. William Boosted as he fired a couple. Adding to the ones that Sam fired off. It completely obscured the area. Once everyone was formed up. They began their trek to base. "Good work everyone. lets get home, the Beers on me tonight." William called over the radio. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 05:33:51</strong>
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				When the team made it about halfway back, and Sam was sure they weren't being followed by the Zekes, he pulled his suit to a stop, and called out on the radio.<br><br>"Folks, there's one last thing that needs to be done."&nbsp; He said, as he brought his suit to a knee, and started fidgeting in his cockpit.&nbsp; "Bring your suits close, and get ready to dismount.&nbsp; We have to be quick about this."<br><br>Sam opened a panel on the right side of his cockpit, and pulled out a grey-ish slab that showed a digital number on it's outer edge.&nbsp; It was the suit's data-recorder, and there was no way Sam would let any record of their adventure survive to be seen by their superiors.<br><br>"Come on, folks."&nbsp; He said.&nbsp; "I learned a few things when I was a spook.&nbsp; One was how to use a paperclip to wipe memory cartridges."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 06:33:33</strong>
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				Jillian was more then happy to hand over the little girl to her proper guardian, though she was a bit more charmed then she would admit by the fact that she was so easily lulled off to sleep after the adventure that she had just been on. Youth and innocence certainly had it's appealing sides, she figured. She also waved back at Lucille, sighing peacefully as she did. Of course, just because Jillian never had a chance at a childhood like that, it didn't mean that nobody else deserved one. There was something about smiling and laughing children that always put the redhead's heart at ease, and put her in a more peaceful place. Then again, the same could be said for just about anybody that didn't have a heart made of ice, she supposed.<br><br>When she got done waving, she turned towards Catrina with a more serious look in her eye. "I hope it was worth it... You and I both know that the Gundams have a sniper... a sniper that was unaccounted for during the transaction. If our allies actually managed to take down the Gundams, I'd be blown away..."<br><br>She glanced in Acar's direction once she was sure his back was turned. "..."<br><br>........................................................<br><br>Isabel simply went along as ordered, stopping her Gundam once Sam said there was one last thing for them to do. When told about wiping the memory cartridges, she would simply shake her head and point towards her own black box. "... I already did mine." Her eyes slid shut, more memories coming to the forefront of her mind. They seemed to be happening more and more frequently these days, maybe it was the fact that she was in a mobile suit again... Just like those days.<br><em>"If the enemy learns the actions of your mobile suit, then we will fail. If it is clear that you are going to lose a fight and there is no chance of escape, you must wipe your mobile suit's memory and prepare for self-destruction. We will not let the enemy have our knowledge, nor will we let them have our weapons!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 06:44:01</strong>
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				Sam glanced up at the head-unit of the team's second Gundam, and raised his hands to the sky in frustration.&nbsp; The girl was an iceberg, to be sure, and Sam doubted he'd ever be able to thaw anything out of her, let alone any kind of friendship.&nbsp; There might be those who'd accuse him of desiring more than that, but nothing could be further from the truth.&nbsp; He didn't chase co-workers.<br><br>Instead, Sam turned to face Unit One, and looked up.<br><br>"What about you, boss?"&nbsp; He asked, loudly.&nbsp; "Want help, or did you wipe yours, as well?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 16:50:51</strong>
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				"Yea, I am going to need some help" William said as he moved his suit as directed by the Number 3 Man. <br>______________________________________________<br><br>back at the Zeon base, Acar had just slipped out of his Normal suit and was making his way to his quarters when a Page summoned him to his office. Acar growled in displeasure, wondering who had the balls to summon him like a peasant. He would get his answer as soon as he reached his office. There Sitting in front of his desk was General Heinrich Grun. One of the many weapons developers for the Zeon nation. "Greetings Kolonel." Heinrich hissed. Apparently, Colonel Acar kept him waiting. Something the General was not used to. Acar bit back his retort as he moved to sit behind his desk. "What can I help you with, General?" Acar said diplomatically. He absolutely hated bowing to anyone. He felt like everyone should bow to him. <br><br>The General simply tossed a file onto Acar's desk. "We'll be testing a new Mobile armor in the region. The "Jörmungandr", Or Midgard Serpent. It will be our Trump card for finally breaching that accursed Federation Headquarters in Jaburo. These will be the last field tests before we deploy the Armor." Grun said. His thick germanic accent hanging in the air. Acar took the File and began to flip through it. "So, what do you want of me?" Acar finally asked after a few moments. "I need you to provide security during the trials." Heinrich stated bluntly. Acar simply nodded.&nbsp; <br>_______________________________________________<br><br>The three Gundams entered the Yard at base. "Huh?" William mused as he saw a bunch of MP vehicles and people gathered around the Command HQ building. Taking a couple cautious steps forward, William knelt Unit one down. "What's going on?" he asked. One of the Guys turned and looked up at the large mobile suit. "Where you three been?" He retorted. "We were testing repairs, what's it to you, Corporal?" William snapped. emphazing the person's rank. The guy on the ground stiffened realizing he was addressing an officer. "The Colonel, Sir. It was discovered he was a Zeon sympathizer. He let the two High Value Prisoners escape. He confessed to the whole thing." The Corporal stated excitedly. "No shit?" William said, feigning innocence. "Did he have help?" William asked. "Nope, He acted alone according to what is going around. he gave them a jeep and told them how to meet up with a Zeke patrol." The Corporal said. "Ok, Thanks." William said as he motioned for his Troop to continue on. <br><br>Colonel Edward Alexander was executed 5 days later as a traitor to the Federation. Upon hearing the news, William could only give a sad smile. Taking solace that the Colonel had finally been reunited with his Family.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 02:36:33</strong>
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				Isabel remained on the down low for those five days, though she did spend a little bit more time hanging around her fellow Gundam pilots, speaking when she was asked a particular question. If anybody tried to joke around her though, they would find the joke falling on deaf and overly serious ears as she took whatever was said directly to heart. When those five days passed, and the old colonel was executed for an operation that all three of the Gundam pilots had been a part of, Isabel wandered the camp to see several of the other federation forces taking the news much more seriously and having it strike much closer to home then it did for her. She didn't want to admit it, she wouldn't say so to anybody, but it was actually her lack of sympathy and her lack of pain towards the loss of Colonel Alexander that concerned her more then the execution itself.<br>"..."<br><br>Memories... stubborn as ever.<br><em>"I-Isabel... I don't wanna die... please..."<br>"What's the matter, Isabel? Haven't I told you before that true warriors don't fear death?"<br>"Isabel... help me..."</em><br><br>This time it was more then just a few stray lines though, as a man who looked about as old as Isabel was now, though back in those days she was at least twice his age, spoke in a low voice with his back turned.<br><em>"In this way of life, the path we've chosen, you will see people you care for die... You will lose people, you'll understand the horrors of death for yourself."</em><br><br>Isabel took a moment to pull out her federation dog tags, a sign that she was still a Gundam pilot, part of a 3 man unit that had a very high priority placed on their heads. A small light started to sparkle in her eye as a new fear presented itself... If either of her allies died, if one of the other two Gundam pilots was killed in battle... Would she still feel this lack of sorrow? Would she still feel so empty about it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 14:08:12</strong>
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				Sam spent the next five days keeping his own low profile, as well.&nbsp; In that time, he'd tried to get in touch with a few 'friends' he still had in the intelligence department, to see what they knew, but they were either unable to provide him with anyhting, or more likely, unwilling.&nbsp; It was a sadness, really, since Sam didn't have anything to offer them.&nbsp; He couldn't just tell them the truth of the situation, but at the same time, he held an enormous amount of guilt for the Colonel's arrest.<br><br>Sure, he did it of his own accord, and he probably had his reasons, but Sam still didn't like it.&nbsp; He didn't like a lot of things in this damned war, and most of thise things he hated were things he'd found out about, or even seen first-hand, when he worked in intelligence.&nbsp; It was so much easier, in some respects, when he was just a suit-jockey in orbit.&nbsp; Now, though, he was a suit-jockey who knew so much more.&nbsp; Things never stayed the same.<br><br>Another thing Sam tried to do was to steer clear of the NCO club, because if he didn't, Sam knew that he'd try, single-handedly, to drain the club's stores of beer, and that wouldn't be a good thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 14:22:14</strong>
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				Catrina was lost in thought for a while sitting in her suits cockpit for a little while as the girl was reunited with her carer, it was a bit worrying what happened, at least there was some decent people within the federation, it's rare that it would happen but neither side was right unfortunately, just differing wrong opinions, it just so happened she was on this side. As Lucille woke up, she looked at the young girl and hopped down from her suit. "Lady Lucille it's good to see you are well" She smiled, not entirely sure how to act around the young lady. "Did the federation do anything to either of you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 14:40:57</strong>
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				"nah uh. Mr. Alexander was very nice and funny. He even gave me Ice Cream." Lucille giggled. Thinking back to all the funny stories Colonel Alexander shared with the her and her Nanny. Emma smiled at Lucille. "Yes, Colonel Alexander was very kind and accommodating. I was informed he was the architect of our escape." Emma stated as she stroked the still sleepy Lucille's hair.<br>______________________________________<br><br>During the Five days, Things were quiet along the African Front. The Federation base waited for their next commanding officer while the Zeons were being strangely quiet about something. "BIG SISTERS!" little Lucille squealed with delight. She had sat patiently through her lessons with Emma Grooms and wanted to play. In Order to keep the Young girl from getting into places she shouldn't. Acar granted permission for Both Catrina and Jillian to act as her "escort". The Little girl threw her arms around the two MS Pilots. Hugging both tightly. "I missed you, Big Sisters." She cooed. To her, they were her "Big Sisters." Lucille had grown up as an Only child. Her parents being so busy with their respective lives that she rarely got to see them. Though Lucille knew they loved her very much and she them. It still felt awkward for her to be around them. Emma Grooms was really the only person that knew Lucille Washburn as the Girl and not the Field Marshal's Daughter. So for Lucille to have met Jillian and Catrina. It was a great blessing. <br><br>Crates and new personnel were filtering into the African Zeon base. Something big was going on, but none of the "Regulars" were let in on the secret. It had many nervous. When compared to other parts of the war. the African was relatively small potatoes strategically. They wondered if that meant that this part of the world was about to heat up. <br><br>Back at the Federation base, a woman stood. Looking at the berths of the 432nd with a critical eye. puffing away on a cigarette. Her mind mulled over the events of five days ago. A cloud of smoke lazily escaped her lips as she pulled back a few loose strands of blond hair behind her ear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 15:08:25</strong>
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				Catrina smiled as Lucille ran up to hug them, letting her arms wrap around the small girl, over the few days her awkwardness had faded to nothing, and Catrina's attitude changed to be similar to how she treated her own younger sister. "Hey Lulu" She winked before lifting her up into the air and catching her again. "So hows my little flyer today?" She smiled still holding the young girl and turning towards Emma. "Take it things are going well Emma?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 15:44:10</strong>
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				Lucille giggled happily when Catrina called her by her nickname "Lulu." So far up until that point everyone simply called her Lucille, Miss Washburn, Young Mistress, Etc. So for someone to give her a name of such endearment. It was one of the happiest things she could receive. Even Emma found the scene heart warming. She approved of how the two MS pilots took to the little girl. Indulging her presence, and Playing with her. However, there was twinge of sadness. Knowing how Lucille will cry when the day soon will come when they part of if, God Forbid, Something should happen to either Catrina and Jillian. However right now was not a time to think such thoughts. Emma simply nodded to Catrina's inquiry. "Yes, She was a good student for her studies" Emma replied smartly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 16:02:43</strong>
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				Jillian chuckled gently and let Catrina take the lead when Lucille came rushing up to the two of them. Truth be told, the redhead was rather delighted to see her fellow ace back in a rather lighthearted and happy mood considering everything that the two had already seen and experienced on this continent. It was the small moments like this that made the whole fight worthwhile, she realized. "Well that's certainly good to hear, we wouldn't want her slacking off and ignoring her studies for the sake of playing with us..." She grinned and glanced over in 'Lulu's direction. "Otherwise we wouldn't be allowed to take her on anymore mobile suit rides... that was the deal, wasn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 22:10:01</strong>
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				Yes that was the Deal. So long as Lucille behaves and keeps up her studies. When ever the opportunity arises, one or the other would take Lulu for a ride in the Doms. It has become one of her favorite treats. being so high up. "Yup, Daddy always says that our Honor is one of our most important virtues." She chirped happily as she slide down and began running circles around the two girls. Emma giggling as she couldn't remember seeing Lucille so happy. <br><br>_______________________________________<br><br>"Lt. Samson. Can I have a word with you?" A feminine voice called up. William was waist deep in the shoulder housing of his suit helping the Tech check the bearing for extra wear caused by the loose sands of the desert. "huh? Who's there?" William called, not bothering to pull himself out of the socket. "Alice Miller, Special investigator for Federation Intelligence." She called back from the ground. Alice Miller, she was a very determined investigator that had a knack for rooting out Zeon spies and sympathizers. Her Short blond hair fluttering in the desert wind. Due to the heat, She wore a thin t-shirt and short-shorts that showed off her legs. "Can I come up?" She asked. "If you do, you better have some cold beer, Miss Miller." William's voice called from the Shoulder socket. She grimaced in disapproval as she began ascending the scaffold stairs. "Lt. I have some questions to ask you about the Night Colonel Alexander turned traitor." She said flatly. William peered at her through the socket. "Yeah, what about it?" He said. "I was just wondering where you and your team were during the escape. The Movement logs had your team out in the desert during that time, but not on patrol. Care to explain that?" She said. William growled a bit as he tapped a bearing back into its journal. As he did, he caught a whiff of something, Smoke. Precisely cigarette smoke. It held a hint of mint and something else. It made his mind go hazy. "Miss Miller. Kindly extinguish that cancer stick! There are flammable vapors in here and I am <em>not</em> in the mood to be flambeed today." William said sternly. It was well known safety protocol that Cigarette smoking was forbidden in maintenance areas It was in order to minimize the chances of fire or munitions being set off by accident. "And in answer to your question. My Suit's low light amplification equipment was malfunctioning and I was testing it after it was repaired." He said as took a rag and wiped some grim from around a spindle joint. "Well the Flight recorder of your suit showed that it malfunctioned. In fact all the flight recorders of your team's suits were Blank." Miller stated as she extinguished the cigarette. "Yea, that'll teach the bean counters to go with the lowest bidder." William said. the beam of his flash light flicking around. "Are you being completely up front with me, Lt." She hissed. "Miss Miller, I have to take my Team on a "Walk" In an Hour. I would really like both my Gundam's arms when i do. So unless you have something important to say or your willing to shimmy your ass in here. Your bugging me." William snapped as he leaned up and peered at her. "Its nothing, Lt. You have answered my question." She stated as she turned to leave. As she left, William's gaze focused on a singular piece of her anatomy. "Damn Bitch has a smokin' ass." He mused as he went back to work.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>19-05-2012, 04:06:43</strong>
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				"Corporal Samuel Righter..."&nbsp; A silken, female voice said, dripping with venom.<br><br><em>Uh oh...</em>&nbsp; Sam thought.&nbsp; He was in the middle of prepping hundred-mike ammo for himself and the boss, when he'd heard it, and he knew something bad was up.<br><br>"That's me."&nbsp; Sam replied, without moving.&nbsp; He was hunched over a wooden table, comparing charts of ammunition assignments against those of available stores.&nbsp; "Who's asking?"<br><br>"Alice Miller."&nbsp; The voice said.&nbsp; "Federation Intelligence."<br><br>At that, Sam did move, turning to face the voice.&nbsp; He found that it belonged to a leggy blonde, which stood with all the arrogance and self-assurance of a career spook, unlike him.&nbsp; She stood, hip cocked, smoking, and looking at Sam with something that he couldn't be sure of.&nbsp; Contempt?&nbsp; Curiosity, like that of a predator?&nbsp; He just couldn't tell.<br><br>"Well, if you're here to bring me back into my old billet, you can forget it."&nbsp; Sam said, looking her in the eye.&nbsp; He knew that the one fatal flaw most people did with Intel was to show weakness.&nbsp; "I'm a suit pilot, first and foremost."<br><br>"I'm not here to birng you back, Sam."&nbsp; Miller replied.&nbsp; "I'm doing a follow-up investigation on the case of Colonel Alexander."<br><br>"I wasn't here."&nbsp; Sam said, simply.&nbsp; "We were on a walk, testing sensors.&nbsp; The boss's, as well as mine."<br><br>"So I've read."&nbsp; Miller replied, cooly.&nbsp; "Strange, to do that sort of work at night."<br><br>"Not when my night-vision sensors are screwed."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "Best time to recalibrate 'em, at night."<br><br>"Indeed."&nbsp; Miller said, feeling the bite of momentary defeat.&nbsp; "Strange that all of your unit's suits' data-recorders were blank when you returned."<br><br>"The price you pay when you get new equipment."&nbsp; Sam answered.&nbsp; "Gotta have time to work the bugs out.&nbsp; Besides, Anaheim Electronics isn't known for getting everything right.&nbsp; They built a damned good suit, but there's still a few problems to work out."<br><br>"I see..."&nbsp; Miller said.&nbsp; Before she turned, she shot Sam one last comment.&nbsp; "I see that this base isn't short of paperclips, Corporal."<br><br>With that, she turned and walked off.&nbsp; Sam, a bit off guard, simply stared at the woman for a long moment, before he returned to his job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>19-05-2012, 05:27:00</strong>
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				Jillian chuckled and looked down at Lucille, the sight of the young girl being so bright and energetic warming her heart even more. As far as she was concerned, everything was starting to look on the up and up. After all, her allies had come back alive all those days ago when they fought against the Gundams, every single one of them, and now she and her trusted partner would be able to use their incredible new Mobile Suits to fight the Gundams on an even playing field. Then, of course, Lucille was also having a fantastic time at the front now, so there wasn't much that the redhead could really find room to complain about.<br><br>.............................................<br><br>Isabel's turn with the spook came last, it seemed, as Alice caught up with the raven haired woman while she was still dwelling on her fears and concerns about rather or not she would ever really be able to feel empathy again. She didn't want to be some heartless, soulless human... But that was the life that she had lived.<br><br>The blonde walked over towards her bed, speaking in that same arrogant and overpowering voice that she had addressed the two men with.<br>"Isabel Raimen?"<br><br>Isabel glanced up at her, surprised to see another new woman in camp.<br>"?"<br><br>Isabel's eyes suddenly shot wide open.... well... wide open by her standards anyway. To anybody other then Isabel and perhaps the two other Gundam pilots it would look like she was just appearing mildly more alive and filled with concern. This woman... The way she carried herself from the way that she stood, the smoke, the way she spoke... Everything seemed to remind her of that man... That man that completely changed Isabel's life as she knew it back home. <br><em>"You're pathetic, all of you deserve to die!"<br>"Gahahah, look at the rats as they scramble away for their lives... Not so fast little ratties..."</em><br><br>By now, a few seconds of silence had passed, and all Isabel had done was look up towards Alice and make a small humming sound. Alice, expecting some sort of introduction, or at least a verbal acknowledgement of her presence. As such, her eyes were already narrowed with suspicion and curiosity.<br>"Uh... Is there something wrong with you?"<br><br>Isabel shook her head. "No."<br><br>Silence again, before Alice let out a frustrated groan and crossed her arms. She spoke in a voice that rang with more frustration then arrogance or self-assurance this time.<br>"I'm Alice Miller with Federation Intelligence, and I'm here to ask you a few questions about the case of Colonel Alexander."<br>"Okay."<br><br>Silence again. Isabel wondered why Alice cared so much about what happened that night, the colonel was already dead, so what was the point of looking into the case further? Did intelligence little have so much to do that they had to look deeper into every little thing? As far as Isabel was concerned, this wasn't because intelligence wanted to root out Zeon sympathizers, this was just intelligence being bored and finally having something to do where they could fool themselves into thinking that they were contributing something to the war effort.<br><br>"What were you and your unit doing that night? Why weren't you at base to stop the colonel for helping the prisoners to get away?"<br>"Unit 3 was having some problems with his night vision... Unit 1 was helping him... I was lookout."<br>"Uh, huh... Kinda odd though, the way that all three of you had issues with your data recorders too, don't you think."<br>"Yes. Federation data-recorders are really faulty."<br><br>Silence again. This time it was obvious that Alice was just trying to save face with the conversation and not explode because of the frustration that came with talking to this socially awkward woman. Who the hell <em>was</em> she? Some kind of freak or something?<br>"Alright, one last thing. How do you feel about this whole mess, Raimen? Are you mad at the colonel for letting such important guests get away?"<br>"I'm a soldier, it's not my job to care about what the people above me do."<br><br>Alice leaned in, rubbing one of her temples gently.<br>"Well, this was a rather enlightening conversation... As you were, Raimen."<br><br>With that, Alice left Isabel in peace again, the Raven haired woman sighed softly and pressed back against the bed with a small sigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>20-05-2012, 01:28:38</strong>
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				Sam's work with the ammunition lasted just a short while, after the Miller woman left.&nbsp; It was good to have the job to return to, since his encounter with the Spook-lady left him feeling odd, as if there were some kind of chilled slime left along his spine.&nbsp; He'd felt dirty, or violated.&nbsp; It was impossible to describe, but there it was.<br><br>Once the ammunition load-outs were calculated, and the loading process started, Sam moved over to his suit, to oversee the work on the chest-mounted vulcan gun, the rotary machine gun that, while pretty ineffective against a Zeke MS, would still prove useful f they ran into infantry, or a lighter vehicle.&nbsp; AS he did, he ooked around, wondering where the boss and Isabel were.&nbsp; The walk was scheduled to start in just under twenty minutes, and so far, he was the only one there.&nbsp; Wait...<br><br>He saw the boss, emerging from Unit One's shoulder.&nbsp; Sam nodded, and shot a loose salute to Samson, grinning while he did.<br><br>"How's it going, boss?"&nbsp; Sam asked.&nbsp; "Ready for another fight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-05-2012, 21:28:27</strong>
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				The encounter with Miller had a very grating effect on Samson. "Geeze, bitches like her shouldn't have smokin' bodies" He mumbled as he finally finished his tasks. Now what was left was to reattach the arm. As he shimmied his way out of the Joint, He fell to gantry a few feet from Richter. looking over, when he heard his No. 3 and gave a smug chuckle at his loose salute. "It is going fine, Just got to get the Arm back on and Unit 1 will be ready to Roll. Oh, did a bitch named Miller cross your path? Asking you weird questions?" William asked as he wiped the grease from a wrench he was using.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>23-05-2012, 05:05:44</strong>
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				"Scary lookin' Spook&nbsp; bitch?"&nbsp; Sam asked, as he went over his suit's checklist.&nbsp; "Yeah...&nbsp; Nice legs, but damn, her face reminds me of a praying mantis!"<br><br>Once the checklist was completed, Sam triggered his cockpit to open, and looked around for his helmet.<br><br>"Where the hell is our sniper babe?"&nbsp; He asked.&nbsp; "She should be here, since we're walkin' soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-05-2012, 18:23:47</strong>
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				"I am not too worried about Isabel, I am sure she'll be along. She's never late." William called back as he waved down the tech at the controls of the crane. The Electric motors began to whine as the Gundam's arm was moved into place. William and a couple of over techs manhandled the arm back into place right before they pushed it into its final position. William wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve. "Whew, I best get changed before the walk." William turned and waved down the man that he could remove the crane. <br><br>__________________________________<br><br>"Come on. Play with me" Lucille whined a bit as she tugged on Catrina's and Jillian's hands. "Now Miss Washburn. They may have work they need to complete. Please be mindful of that." Emma chastised. Lucille turned her deep puppy dog eyes upon the two pilots. "Please" She begged. adding the quiver in her lower lip that all children seemed to know that Grown up couldn't resist. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>27-05-2012, 22:27:54</strong>
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				Isabel was already acting a little bit different when she finally arrived, in that she was much closer to being just 'on time' then usual. Typically she was in her Gundam about a half an hour before any given operation, however, this time she made it with about 10 minutes to spare before things got kicked off. She would also give a few very small tells that something was bothering her, in that she had a few seconds of lag time in between moments where she was asked a question, and she gave an answer. Sure, it was nothing amazing, not even anything really concrete to go off. Hell, people who didn't know her at least decently wouldn't even be able to tell that something was bothering her, but they were tells nonetheless.<br><br>...........................<br><br>Jillian caved in to the puppy dog eyes and the quivering lips, as she reached down to gently put her hand on top of Lucille's head, grinning down at her. "Alright then, kiddo, you lead the way." <br><br>During this time, a transport shuttle docked on the other end of the zeon camp, with a single young man (http://www.flixya.com/files-photo/a/s/a/asadullah010-2164997.jpg) stepping out into the desert. "So this is the place..." He had been sent here specifically to counter the Gundam issue that the base was having, and he was actually supposed to be part of the Dom package that was sent almost a week ago, he would have shown up then were it not for Zeon transportation looking into his history to make sure he was trustworthy.<br><br>One of the Gundams was&nbsp; apparently an expert sniper that never seemed to miss it's mark, firing far too rapidly and too precisely to be manipulated by anything other then a master of it's craft. Sure, it wasn't a whole lot to go off of, but he needed to see for himself if it was her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 06:16:19</strong>
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				In his cockpit, Sam flipped the proper switches, in the proper order, and pressed the proper buttons.&nbsp; He smiled, as he heard his suit's Minovski reactor spool up, and grinned again when the paddock-gantry's armatures were withdrawn.&nbsp; Unit Three was ready.<br><br>Through his cockpit's viewer, he glanced over and saw Isabel coming up to fire her own suit into a powered state, and nodded.&nbsp; Sam triggered a single, private channel to Unit Two, and grinned through the visual link.<br><br>"Glad to see you're here, lady!"&nbsp; He said, sincerely.&nbsp; "Hate to think the sniper lady would miss a walk!"<br><br>With that, Sam started to move his Gundam out of the gantry, and out into the staging area.<br><br>"Boss, Unit Three."&nbsp; He said, reporting to Samson.&nbsp; "Ready to rock and roll."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 23:19:17</strong>
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				William was actually the last to arrive as his shower turned out to be a bit longer than he expected. The cool water simply felt too good on his skin and it took him&nbsp; few minutes to get Miller out of his mind. He took the stairs two and three at a time till he reached his cockpit. "Sorry about that. It was harder to get out of the shower than I thought." William chuckled as he flipped his switches and brought Unit 1 to life. Unit 1 stepped out of its berth to join the others. "Ok, today is suppose to be a simple walk of sector A4. Intelligence is saying everything should be pretty boring. I hope you all brought a book." William stated as he took the lead. As they left the Mobile suit paddock, they were joined by Allenby and John in the Sonar truck. "Alright, boys and girls. Time to earn the rent money." William stated as he moved his Gundam into a trot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 03:37:48</strong>
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				Isabel simply followed William out, keeping as stone silent and serious as ever, despite the rather toiling issues that she had stewing beneath the surface. She didn't want to tell them about that though, lest they not trust her with their lives, something that was essential on the battlefield. Isabel would continue to do everything in her power to keep her comrades alive, and would spare no expense to see their mission completed, she just didn't know if she had the same emotions as other people when it came to death and loss.<br><br>She had already lost so much on her own, suffered so greatly, getting to the point where she would be hurt if she lost something was extremely difficult for her.<br><br>..........................................................<br><br>The young black haired man made his way to the colonel's office, inviting himself in with little more then a single knock on the door. Apparently he got away with such mannerisms because of his absolutely killer track record. Supposedly, he was going to be sent into space to deal with the original Gundam itself once this small tour of Gundam smashing was over. "Colonel Acar... I want to deploy and search for the Gundams."<br><br>He had to see for himself if this was the one, if he finally found her, the one that betrayed him and all of his comrades.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 02:28:31</strong>
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				Acar was not in a pleasant mood to say the least. Not only did his fast response team didn't destroy the Gundams had left them livid. The fact that they returned at all, to him, demonstrated a lack of conviction in their cause. He didn't care that were outgunned, outclassed and out muscled in the first Generation Zaku Is they were forced to pilot. To Acar, a True Zeon pilot should be able to overcome any obstacle with suit he was given. Add to that, General Grun is trying to take over the base and turn it into his own personal play ground for his pet project had Acar's blood pressure up. Another thing that has come to light was that General Grun was a womanizer. Constantly saying lewd and disrespectful things to the female staff on base. While Acar's opinion of women wasn't the highest. He certainly didn't like that fact his Personnel were distracted by the General trying to get into their panties. <br><br>He growled as he heard the knock on his door, and the fact that it opened before he gave permission had his blood boiling. He watched the Person enter. His eyes tracking him like a barrels of a gun. Without even introducing himself he demanded to be put with team to seek out the gundams. Acar was silent a moment as he steepled his fingers together. He didn't take kindly to people trying to boss him around. "Who the Fuck are you to be making demands of me?" He growled at the stranger. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 06:42:31</strong>
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				Acar had finally met a man who obviously wasn't going to put up with any of his shenanigans. The dark young man took a few steps forward, meeting the sharp gaze of the colonel with one of his own. Being talked down to by a coward, a desk jockey, like Acar... that was something that he would never be able to accept, he was a warrior, and he demanded respect from everybody. <br>"I am somebody who is here to fix your problems while you hide behind your desk, colonel. I'm going to deploy, I'm going to destroy your Gundams, and then I'm going back out into space."<br><br>He fought all of his life, he was a warrior, and he had absolutely no respect in his heart whatsoever for people like Acar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 15:51:39</strong>
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				Acar instantly shot to his feet. Meeting the imputant whelp's Gaze. Acar was fuming for a few second before a calm came over his face. However, the evil glint in his eye. "Ok, You will deploy. I am sending two of my best with you to ensure the job gets done. There will be no arguments. Though, I would stress caution. These Gundams are quite formidable." Acar said in a mock friendly manner. As the Young pilot left, Acar added something else. "However, the Desert can be an even more Deadly opponent than the Enemy. Do try and not get lost." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 00:29:19</strong>
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				The young man didn't even blink, totally unphased as Acar had his little episode and shot to his feet. He had Acar pegged as a coward, a man that wouldn't dare rise his blade against a true and dedicated warrior, a man who wouldn't dare to take on the likes of him. As such, all he did was nod to answer the colonel's statement before he began to make his way out the door. "Duly noted, colonel."<br><br>He simply shot Acar one last icy neutral gaze before going on his way, off to find his mobile suit and deploy to find the Gundams. Three Gundams, Three zeons... this would be a truly even fight, a fight where he would prove once and for all that the Gundams were nothing to be feared.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 05:43:12</strong>
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				Inside the cockpit of Unit Three, Sam twiddled his thumbs.&nbsp; Truth be told, if he had the chance, he'd've tried to get his suit to twiddle it's thumbs.&nbsp; However, with a claw-sheild on one arm, and the other arm's hand carrying the hundred-mike, the prospects of twiddling this particular Gundam's thumbs was nnil.<br><br>"Contact report."&nbsp; Sam called out.&nbsp; "Sand, sand and more sand.&nbsp; Be advised that I see a rather menacing dune at our three o'clock position, and it's advancing at 'zero'."<br><br>Sam wasn't bored, per se, because he actually loved piloting this new class of Gundam Ground-type.&nbsp; It was just that Sam had liked a little action, now and again, and so far, his team was in a dry spell.<br><br>"Hey boss!"&nbsp; Sam said, over the radio.&nbsp; "Mind if we stop, so I can get out and take a leak?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 16:45:09</strong>
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				William chuckled at Sam's report. He too would like some action to break up the monotony, but he was also thankful for the peace, knowing how quickly things can change. Unit One came to a stand still as its head panned over to Unit Three. "Ok, I think we could all do with a rest." William called back to Sam. The Sonar Truck pulled up and drove it's spikes into the sand. Allenby up to her usual cursing for how difficult the sands make sonar work. Jared was setting up a cooler with water for the pilots as the Three Gundams knelt down. William took a slug of chilled water and pour the rest on top of his head. "Whew, it is hot day. The AC is just barely keeping Unit one from turning into a Sauna." He commented lazily. "Say, have y'all heard. We'll be getting a new CO in a couple of days, A...um....Colonel Cunningham. That is about as much as I know." He said before standing up and walking back to his Suit. "I'll stand watch. You lot make sure to rest up. We'll Resume in One hour." William called before he closed the hatch to unit one and stood up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 15:35:32</strong>
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				When the 'walk' came to a stop for a few moments, Isabel was able to finally open the hatch to her Gundam and get a bit of fresh air moving through her machine. Just like William had complained about the AC not exactly doing a great job of keeping up with the needs of the pilot, Isabel was also rather hot. This would probably be the first time that either of the other two saw her without her military blouse on, revealing a pair of surprisingly slender arms as she softly reclined back in her seat and yawned. Full nights of sleep were rare things for her, with her constant worrying about the future of her own mind, her thoughts and feelings. Of course, when she DID get to sleep, her nights were often riddled with nightmares.<br><br>Not much was happening right now... she could afford to take just a small nap. The other two were reliable, they'd be able to cover for her for a few moments if they were attacked...<br><br>It was pretty weak justification in Isabel's mind, but she wasn't in much of a debating mood as she swiftly drifted off.<br><br>....................................................................<br><br>The dark haired man received the profiles of the two zeon pilots who were supposed to help him out in this patrol, finding the Gundams and destroying them. Odd that both of them were women, not because he was unfamiliar with fantastic female soldiers, but because Acar seemed like the kind of man who would want to berate women and keep them 'beneath' the men. Perhaps he had slightly misjudged the colonel, though his incredible lack of respect for the man still remained in place.<br><br>He walked up to Jillian and Catrina, watching them play with some small child for a few moments before he walked up to them. "You two, Jillian Ashfeld and Catrina..." He paused for a moment, noticing that Catrina's profile, oddly enough, didn't mention a last name. "*ahem*... You're deploying with me, we're going out there to destroy the Gundams and be done with this petty back and forth between your two sides."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 16:42:57</strong>
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				Catrina heard the man coming up behind them, sighing a little could've chosen a more prudent time to talk about this. Kneeling down to Lucille and smiling at her. "Lulu, afraid our playtime will have to wait, we will be back soon though ok?" She lifted herself up, knowing Lucille would be disapointed from not getting her playtime. But unfortunately she was a soldier first. Emma was her babysitter.<br><br>"I take it that it's safe to assume you haven't had much experience fighting Gundams otherwise you would not be so cocksure about yourself. Or your ability to take them down. These arnt some children piloting these things, they are federation ace's even if your reputation does proceed you, that cockyness will just get us all killed. She spoke bluntly, as someone who has fought the Gundams several times, and lived to tell the tale, she wasn't going to break into fear and supersition that many of the Zeon had, but she had given them the due respect as powerful and dangerous opponents. "Even if we have upto this point been forced to battle them in Zaku's we've been holding our own, and now we are just waiting for the opportunity to combat them in our Dom's. What is your current rig?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 18:37:47</strong>
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				Unit Three dropped to a knee, and Sam dismounted, carefully, juping from the cockpit to an armored palm, then finally to the ground.&nbsp; He looked around, trying to find a place that he could be relatively obscured, as he did what he needed to do, but with the suits and soanr truck evenly spaced, there was nowhere, really.&nbsp; He'd just have to hope that no one would look.<br><br>Long moments passed, as he did, too.&nbsp; Finally, relieved, Sam reappeared, a huge smile on his face.<br><br>"I don't care what anyone says."&nbsp; He yelled, to no one in particular.&nbsp; "There's no substitute for that kind of relief."<br><br>Sam moed over the Three, and slumped down, reclining against the giant machine's foot casing.&nbsp; He grabbed a small radio off his belt, and keyed it.<br><br>"Hey boss, when you want a break, let me know."&nbsp; &nbsp;He said.&nbsp; "I'll take the next watch."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 19:27:07</strong>
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				Lucille was saddened by the fact that her playtime with her "Big Sisters" has come to an early end, but she was mature for her age as well. Understanding that Both Catrina and Jillian had their Jobs they had to do. However, she did not like this man that came up to them. gripping at the Pants leg of Catrina. Lucille tried to hide from him. She had a very bad feeling about him. She looked up at the Catrina as she spoke, giving the woman a soft nod, but her eyes spoke caution. "O-Ok, please be careful." she whispered before moving over to Emma quickly. As if she was caught in the open by this man, terrible things would happen to her.<br><br>__________________________________<br><br>At the Impromptu camp, William kept scanning the area. He saw Isabel lounging in her cockpit, probably asleep. That was good. He was noticing that she seemed to be relaxing around them. He saw Sam return from doing his business and chuckled a bit as he heard his proclamation followed by lounging on the foot of Unit 3. "Ok, Sam. I'll let ya know." William returned. a few quiet minutes passed before Jared came on the radio. "Hey Skip, I was wondering if it would be ok to play some music. You know. to relax by and stuff." He asked. William thought about it for a second. "Permission granted, but keep it a low volume. Sound carries very well in the desert." He cautioned. "Yes, Sir." Jared stated happily. William expected the young man to play something modern, however when the warm sound of a&nbsp; trumpet was heard. the Corners of William's mouth turned up. He knew this song, and knew well. It was the same Song, his father would play for his mother on his trumpet. William began to hum along as his Gundam seemed to start to sway with the music. Words began to form of his lips as the great "Satchmo"(Louie Armstrong) sang<br><br>"Hold me close and hold me fast<br>&nbsp;The Magic Spell you cast<br>&nbsp;This is La Vie en Rose<br><br>&nbsp;When you kiss me Heaven sighs<br>&nbsp;and tho I close my eyes<br>&nbsp;I see La Vie en Rose<br><br>&nbsp;When you press me to your heart<br>&nbsp;I am in a world apart&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;A world were Roses bloom<br><br>&nbsp;And when you speak...Angels sing from above<br>&nbsp;Everyday words seem...to turn into Love songs<br><br>&nbsp;Give your heart and soul to Me<br>&nbsp;And life will always be<br>&nbsp;La Vie en Rose"<br><br>As the Song faded away, William began to chuckle, remembering how lovey-dovey his parents always were. He would take watch for another 10 minutes before passing the torch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 00:58:57</strong>
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				Isabel would need to be awakened before she took her watch, since she slept oddly well in the cockpit of her Gundam, surrounded by a group of people who she was swiftly gaining more and more respect for as the time passed. She was beginning to understand that she could rely on them to fight just as well as her, so that she didn't need to pick up any extra weight in order to ensure mission success. Of course, rather or not they even made it to the point where she would need to be awakened would be entirely up to Sam and just how long he felt like standing watch.<br><br>........................<br><br>The black haired man ignored Lucille for now, casting her nothing more then a passing glance as he began to make his way towards the paddocks. "I'm in the same thing as you two, a Dom." That was all he had to say to the two of them as far as he knew. Both of them were soldiers with orders, so he had little doubt that they would be able to follow his lead and go with him to destroy the Gundams.<br><br>Once they were in the Doms, however, Catrina would find a private comm request from Jillian. "Hey Cat, what do you think of this guy? I don't know about you, but he's giving me some seriously bad vibes..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 02:01:01</strong>
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				Catrina was preparing her Dom when the private comm came through, she was already stewing trying to work out who this guy was. "I don't like it either, the guy seems more like a assassin or a mercenary than a soldier. No doubt the Acar chose him specifically just to give us even more of an headache. He never liked how I try to limit casulties in battle and thinks I should just execute the federation soldiers, so chances are he put this guy with us so we wouldn't spare the lives of the Gundam pilots, that would be my geuss anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 17:36:27</strong>
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				The truth of the matter was that Acar would never have employed such a method without informing his two best pilots first. He respected their Skill that much to say the least. He was fuming over the situation as much as Catrina and Jillian. The Reason he assigned them to the stranger was that he trusted them to get the job done.<br><br>Before the two Girls made their way over to their Mobile suits. they were Stopped by Lucille clutching and hugging them. Burying her face and blond curls against their stomachs. After a moment she looked up at them. Tears threatening at the corner of her eyes. "Please promise me you will be careful, Big Sisters." She sniffled. "I don't like that man. He is a bad man." she continued. "Miss Washburn. This no way to talk about someone you do not know." Emma Chided though to tell the truth, she agreed with Lucille's assessment. He put her on edge as well. Made her protective instinct go into overdrive as it were. Lucille waved goodbye to the two pilots before Emma guided her out of the hanger.<br><br>________________________________________________<br><br>Once William's watch had come to an end, he moved Unit 1 Near Units 3 and 2. "Ok, Sam. You're up. Don't forget to inform Isabel when its her watch." He said as he moved Unit 1 into a kneeling position. William then cracked he Cockpit. Opening it just high enough allow a fresh breeze, but keep the sun out as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 04:50:08</strong>
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				"You got it, boss."&nbsp; Sam said, as Unit Three rose from it's kneeling stand, and started it's walk-around of the campt site.&nbsp; In truth, Sam had liked hearing the song from way-back.&nbsp; He didn't know why, since he didn't have any other memories to have it attached to.&nbsp; Maybe his time in this group would make it such a memory, something to tell his kids about, if he ever had any.<br><br>"All right, you sand"&nbsp; He said, gazing out at the desert areas beyond.&nbsp; "Sam's on watch, and you better not try nothin'!"<br><br>Maybe the boss heard.&nbsp; Maybe Isabel did.&nbsp; Sam didn't care.&nbsp; While Isabel seemed to ignore Sam's attempts at humor, the boss seemed to like them.&nbsp; WEll, Sam woud do anything he could to break the monotony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 05:24:33</strong>
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				Jillian nodded in agreement with Catrina's assessment. "I wouldn't put anything past the colonel... You and I gotta watch out for one another, Cat, we're damn near two of a kind on this base." With that she broke into a smile, and Catrina would hear a much more energetic voice on the other side of the terminal when the redhead spoke again. "Now c'mon! Lulu will be upset if we're away for too long and she can't play." with that, she flicked her terminal over to public. "'kay then. Jillian Ashfeld in Dom 01! Deploying!" With that her Dom fired up and blasted out into the desert, following hot on the heels of Dom 03, the one piloted by the eerie black haired man.<br><br>.................................<br><br>It turned out that, while the sand wasn't going to try and make any moves during Sam's dutiful watch, somebody else was. Explosions erupted out of nowhere, as three Zeon forces came rushing over the hills. Isabel awoke with a jolt, scrambling to shut her cockpit hatch almost immediately and get into position. "What was that? What's going on?"<br><br>She sounded anxious this time, that was a new sound for her. Then again, considering that a pair of exploding grenades had been her alarm clock, who could really blame her?<br>...........................<br><br>"Wow, they're actually out here, who knew?"<br><br>Jillian might have been blown away by the fact that the black haired man was able to target the location of the Gundams with almost surgical precision, but she hardly knew the same tricks to the trade that he knew. He learned a lot about identifying an enemy's patrol pattern, and breaking into their radio signals, during his time growing up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 17:30:55</strong>
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				William was shook violently from his nap. the only thing preventing Unit 1 from toppling was that it was in a kneeling positions. Instantly he was awake and powering up his Gundam. "Shit, We're under attack. Allenby pull up stakes and fall back. Unit 2 fall back to engage sniping the enemy! Unit 3, do you see anything?" William said as Unit 1 stood up and trotted over to Unit 2 to cover Isabel as she brought her suit to life. Allenby came over the Tacnet. "Sonar picked up something, but it doesn't match any of the known profiles. Possibly a new suit." She exclaimed as the truck pulled up its sonar spike to relocate with Unit 2. William instantly thought back to the strange suits they saw the other night when they returned the Girl and her nanny. He wondered those pilots were out there as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 05:50:07</strong>
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				"INCOMING!!"&nbsp; Sam yelled, as his Gundam dropped to a defensive knee-stand.&nbsp; Unit Three's claw-shield came up, as well as it's hundred-mike, but for Sam, he was aiming blind.<br><br>"Where the hell are they?"&nbsp; Sam growled over the radio.&nbsp; "Sensor truck, have you got anyhitng?"<br><br>Finally, he saw that the truck was motoring away, and Sam had a moment of utter frustration.&nbsp; It passed wuickly enough, though, as he realized that the price of good intel wasn't wirth the cost in blood, f that truck were to have been hit.<br><br>Unit Three's head was on a swivel, again, scanning for something, anything...&nbsp; Some kind of sign!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 19:39:02</strong>
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				the sands erupted around Units 1 and 3. William bring up his shield to protect against any shrapnel that was also being thrown up. Like Unit 3, Unit 1's head swiveled trying to find the source of the attack. "Defensive Posture, Sam." William called over the radio. A rather redundant command considered they were already in defensive posture. <br><br>The Sonar truck booked it out of the area in hopes of not being picked off. taking shelter behind a low dune. Allenby swung out the Sonar stake and drove it into the soft sand. She struggled to sort the sounds she was picking up, but it was rather difficult with the constantly shifting sand muffling the sound wave. Allenby growled as she struggled with the controls "Come on...Come on..." She seethed. Sweat running down her sharp cheek bones. as she twisted the dial, something began to come through, a dull thrum. She instantly released the dial as she pressed the Earphones to her head. straining at the noise. "That's it!" She gasped. "Lt. Contact bearing 287, 1.2 kilometers!" She stated over the Comm. "Good Work Sgt. Relay to Unit 2 and be ready to move on a moments notice." William returned. Raising up his 100mm Machine gun and shield. Unit 1 eagerly awaited the Enemy's arrival. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 05:20:31</strong>
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				Just a hair over a click away.&nbsp; Sam thought, fast.<br><br>"Bear with me, boss."&nbsp; he said, cooly.&nbsp; JJust as he did, the body of Unit Three slumped forward, before the whole of the mobile suit started toppling towards teh sand, face down.&nbsp; Sam triggered two quick MP/Smoke grenades from his chest launcher, and they impacted the sand just before Sam's Gundam crashed to the ground on top of them.<br><br>For all intents and purposes, it would appear that Sam's Unit Three was a casualty of the explosive strikes, a smoking wreck that leaked from it's reactor.&nbsp; At least, Sam hoped it would.<br><br><em><br>Come on, you bastards.</em>&nbsp; Sam thought.&nbsp; <em>Go for the bait!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 20:18:43</strong>
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				At the Federation base, a lone Core fighter circles awaiting clearance to land. After the usual exchange of security clearance codes. The Fighter was finally allowed to touch down. Taxing off the runway and to where the other planes were kept. Grounds crew quickly swarmed over the fighter. Throwing chalk between the landing gear as another brought a boarding ladder over. The Canopy of the Fighter rose up with a hiss as the Pilot removed their Helmet. As the Helmet came off, a cascade of shimmering strawberry blond hair tumbled down in thick golden ringlets down around the pilots shoulders. Piercing blue eyes that spoke of strength and confidence peered and surveyed the Base. "Whew, it is hot." A honey sweet voice spoke out rhetorically. "Welcome Colonel Cunningham." A Major that had trotted up stated as he came to a attention and saluted. <br><br>Colonel Rebecca Cunningham stood up and climbed out of the cockpit. Taking a chilled water bottle from one of the Grounds crew, she waved off the major. "Good Afternoon, Major." She said with a British accent. Standing at 5'6" tall, she had a slender athletic build and a cherub face that made people think she was much younger than she actually was at 36 years old. "I am glad to see your flight was uneventful." The Major stated in a friendly manner. Rebecca's eyes narrowed upon him. "Uneventful my tight ass! I narrowly avoided being picked up by Zeke Dopp Fighters twice." She growled. "Why is there no air patrols? How are our Mobile suits suppose to establish Ground Dominance when we don't have control of the skies?" She continued. Rebecca was a Fighter pilot through and through and while She did believe in Air Power, She also understood that the best force was a combination of air and ground forces. Each supporting the other.<br><br>"You see, Ma'am. All our fighters are usually grounded for maintenance issues. It is hard enough to get parts for our MS." He yelped at the steely cold blue eyes looking at him. The Major spoke truth. While the Northern African theater of conflict was important. It was actually on the lower end of the "Priority" Spectrum. Meaning that Parts, New MS and planes were generally slated for Higher priority theaters and Africa got the left overs. Rebecca growled a bit in frustration, but couldn't blame the Major for something that was obviously out of his control. "Let's go Major....Miles" Rebecca said as she looked onto the Name tap of the Major before following him off the Tarmac. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 23:12:41</strong>
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				Catrina watched from the distance stated by this strange new pilot he at least was biting with his reputation at least. That would get her respect in battle, but she still had her own style of combat that has yet to fail her. Taking her time in preperation for when they moved in for the kill. Acting much like a wild predator she circled around from a safe distance, attempting to assess what the damage was. "Target appears to have taken a explosive shot, shall we move in or wait for further info?" She put through the encrypted line to her squadmates, the encryption should be enough without the need for radio silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 14:32:37</strong>
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				Jillian smirked softly when she heard Catrina's statement about rather or not they should go in or wait for further info, and when she saw the black haired man's Dom dive in and start to charge towards the Sniper Gundam as it got into a kneeling position, she already knew what it was she had to do. "Wait for further info? Not a chance! Let's dive in and go wild!" With that Jillian pulled out her Dom's beam saber and rushed towards the last remaining Gundam that hadn't been 'marked' or 'destroyed' as it would seem, Gundam 01. "Come on!!!"<br><br>.......<br><br>During this time, Isabel took several shots at the Dom that charged towards her, each one missing as the Zeon suit dodged each and every shot, seemingly predicting where she would fire before the trigger was pulled. "tch..." She already knew that something was wrong with this enemy, and she had a sinking feeling in her gut that she was going to have an incredibly hard time with shaking off this faster, tougher, and more powerful Mobile suit.<br><br>The Dom snapped out a beam saber, bringing it down towards Isabel's head before she pulled the Gundam shield off her back and blocked it. As the clash between blade and shield occurred, a voice came from the Dom, speaking through the mobile suit loudspeakers so that the entire battlefield could hear him.<br>"Is that you in there, traitor woman?"<br><br>Isabel's eyes went wide with terror, and her entire body froze for a moment. Though, without saying a word, she suddenly dropped her sniper rifle and brought her right arm around, snapping out her carbon blade modification as she slashed it up towards the Dom's extended arm. The Dom boosted backwards, pulling out it's shoulder mounted bazooka and taking a few potshots as Isabel jumped backwards to avoid the shots perfectly.<br>"I never... I never betrayed anybody."<br><br>Her voice didn't carry the same coldness or professionalism that it usually did, this was the voice of a shockingly timid girl, as though she wasn't even sure of her own words. The Dom, though, was not amused as it boosted around in a semi-circle to try and flank the Gundam. Isabel reacted by pulling out her standard machine gun and firing towards the Dom, trying to damage some part of it to give her an edge.<br>"So it IS you in there! First you betray your family by running to Zeon, and now you're with the Federation!"<br><br>After he realized that flanking her wasn't work, he attempted another charge with his blade.<br>"Traitors like you never change!!!"<br><br>Another clash between the Dom's blade and the Gundam's shield, though the repeated clashes were taking it's toll on Isabel's shield.<br>"I'm not a traitor... I never wanted any of this to happen. It's all... it's all."<br><br>Isabel broke the clash this time, reaching for her rifle as she predicted the Dom's movements, feigned another arm blade strike, and unleashed a heavy burst of 100mm rounds into the Dom's shoulder joint, causing respectable damage. The Dom cut her off as she tried to justify her actions, the man's voice still dripping with fury.<br>"Don't try to justify what you did! Because of you, everybody is dead! It's your fault that our home was defeated!!!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 16:14:05</strong>
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				(OOC: A bit tech info, Sarge: Doms didn't carry Beam sabers. They had Heat rods. Beam sabers for the Zeons didn't come about until the Gelgoog MS. It is not a big deal, though.)<br><br><br>"Shit, Shit, Shit!" Jared shouted as he scrambled to get the Hover truck started. Banking on Isabel being far enough from the battle that they could stick with her, but with the sudden arrival of a very determined Mobile suit. They had to get the fuck out of Dodge before they were targeted. As the Fans buzzed to life, Allenby was hanging out of a top hatch with a video recorder. Recording images of the New Zeon MS to study later. The Hover truck zipped off to find another hidey hole considering they would not be very effective in combat. <br><br>William growled as he was poised. It was the same suits from the other night, there was no doubt about it. They hovered across the sands easily and with great speed, giving them a distinct advantage over the Gundams as far as agility and mobility was concerned. He wondered if it was the same two women, or others looking to make a name for themselves against the 432nd. William gritted his teeth as raised up his 100mm Machine Gun. However, the first Dom made a bee line directly for Unit 2. "Sam, we have to support Isabel." William called, but was cut short when the Exchange between the New Suit and his Sniper was heard. "Wha?" Was all William could say. Traitor? What did Isabel betray? However, these thoughts were removed as William came under assault from another Zeon Suit. It's pilot shouting a challenge. William raised his Shield as he began peppering in the direction that Jillian's suit was coming from. Small geysers of sand burst forth skyward as the enemy Suit seemed to easily evade his fire. "Fuck, going to do this the hard way." William growled as he switched his Gun from his right to his left hand and drew his Beam saber. <br><br>Crouching Unit 1 down, William threw his boosters to max as he pushed off with is legs. Charging Jillian's suit as she was charging him. His shield Raised, his saber drawn back, ready to strike. With a loud Crash, William's Beam saber connected with Jillian's Heat Rod. Sparks few for a few scant seconds before the momentum of the two suits carried themselves past each other. William dipped the foot of Unit 1 into the Sand, causing the Gundam to pivot around sharply. The Gs would have torn him from his seat had not been for the restraints of his chair. William fired a burst from his 100mm and his Vulcan into the exposed back of Jillian's Dom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 04:03:06</strong>
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				Sam saw that his plan failed, but not for lack of trying on his part.&nbsp; The first suit to close with his group zoomed right past, leaving him and the boss to fend for targets, themselves.<br><br>"I hear ya, boss."&nbsp; Sam said, as he acknowledged Samson's directive to support their sniper.&nbsp; As he said it, Unit Three pushed itself up from the sandy ground, and pivoted on it's knee to swing around, comng to a crouching stance, where it's shield and 100-mike could be used.<br><br>Sam fired a short burst from the Hundred-mike, and keyed the controls for the suit's thrusters.&nbsp; In an instant, the suit was launching itself in horizontal flight over the sand, heading directly towards the Zeke that was threatening Isabel.<br><br>"Sniper!"&nbsp; Sam growled.&nbsp; "Duck!&nbsp; I'm gonna take his head off!"<br><br>Sam altered his flight just a bit, and brought the suit into a more virtical flight-orientation.&nbsp; As he did this, he brought the suit's right leg up and forward, preparing to plant that leg's foot-casing dirently into the Zeke's faceplate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 20:44:43</strong>
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				Isabel snapped out of her daze when she heard Sam yell towards her to get down, and she quickly did so, getting away from the dom so that Sam could take whatever action that he planned. During this time, the attacking Dom quickly moved in to try and strike her down, though he was aware that one of her allies could likely be attacking him from behind, and he was prepared to account for that surprise attack in his next few movements. Still, so long as he killed the traitor, nothing else mattered.<br><br>.........<br><br>Jillian gasped loudly, not expecting such a move out of the Gundam. "Tch... this guy's good..." She spun around quickly, raising the Dom's shoulder mounted bazooka as she fired a round towards the enemy Gundam. Considering how agile it was, Jillian wasn't expecting it to hit, it was more that she just wanted to get him out of position so that she could try and dive in for a melee strike.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 01:01:52</strong>
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				William watched as his Opponent raised his Bazooka. the muzzle looking impossibly huge. "Damn, that is a big one" He gulped as he pulled his throttles in reverse and bringing his shield up to protect his suit from the blast. The Round exploded several feet in front of Unit One. The force from the blast throwing the Gundam and it's pilot for a loop. Landing on their backs hard in the sands. William was dazed and his vision blurred and doubled. "Got...to get up." He thought as he tried to shake the ringing sensation from his head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 06:17:34</strong>
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				Unit Three may as well have been an actor from one of those idiotic martial arts movies, the ones that had come out over the last ten years or so, with the cheesy stunts, and the ad acting.&nbsp; It's jump-path had it almost flying horizontally, it's one leg extended in a kick, with it's hundred-mike trained on the intended target, and the other arm's claw-shield raised in a comical manner, looking completely absurd in the desert sand and sun.<br><br>Except, with roughly 73 tons of mass behind the jump, the effect would be anything but absurd.&nbsp; Sam watched as the Zeke attempted to bring it's heat-rod down on Isabel's suit, but not quick enough!<br><br>-SPANG!!-<br><br>Foot met head, and both Federation Gundam and Zeon Suit went flying, each in a totally new direction from the initial impact.&nbsp; Did Sam take it's head off?&nbsp; It didn't look like it, but at least, Sam got his attention.<br><br>What got Sam's attention was the sudden claxon alarm that was going off, warning of hydraulic failure in his machine's leg.<br><br>"Son of a bitch!"&nbsp; Sam growled, as Unit Three finally got back to it's feet, looking for the Zeke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 03:10:47</strong>
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				Isabel was only focused on one thing while unit three sprung into action, and that was the heat rod bearing down towards her unit, aiming for the kill. She was prepared for the worst, and for a few seconds she actually felt relief at the fact that she would be dying, that she wouldn't have to feel the guilt and sorrow of her mistake anymore, that the nightmares would go away. However, that moment was brief as metal smashed against metal, and the heat rod was sent far, far off course as the Dom was sent crashing into the sands several meters away from Unit 2. She spent several moments sucking in air, gasping desperately in the now sweltering hot and claustrophobic cockpit of her Gundam, just trying to clear her mind of the ringing, the visions that came flooding back as though a whole dam of repression had broken free.<br>"Dead... they all died because of me..."<br><br>For the first time in years, possibly her entire life, small amounts of tears started to trickle from her eyelids. For years she had run away from what she had done, she had tried to hide it and pretend that she could move on, and now reality had finally found her.<br><br>.........................................<br><br>The dom, however, was far less self-tranced as it quickly started to get up, though it was apparent that the kick had knocked some sort of component in it's generator loose, since it's movements were rather jerky and forced. "Tch, thought you were down for the count... Gundams..." The dom's bazooka rose, firing a round at Unit 3, since that was now the predominant threat because of it's extremely reckless and damaging move. "You got in my way though... I'll just destroy you too!" <br><br>.........................................<br><br>When Jillian saw Gundam 01 before her, defeated and waiting for the final strike, she found herself unable to move. She tried to take a calming breath to clear her mind, though that only made it more and more difficult for her to do what she knew it was her duty to, and finish off the downed opponent. Still, even now, she found that she couldn't pull the trigger, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She simply didn't think she had it in her to take the life of somebody that she had assessed to be a good, honest person. This was the Gundam that brought Lucille and her Guardian back to Zeon, possibly risking life in prison for treason in the process.<br><br>"... A life for a life, Gundam."<br><br>With those last few words, the Dom's bazooka lowered, no longer poised to deliver the final blow to Gundam 01. Jillian had always honored the 'favor for a favor' system. As far as she was concerned, this was her paying back the favor that she owed the Gundams for bringing back Lucille unharmed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 03:37:21</strong>
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				Even though he couldn't see all that well, William's vision was good enough to recognize the Barrel of the Bazooka staring him down. He gritted his teeth. His mind racing for possible options. Had he a full shield like the space units, he might be able to survive the next shot. However, every option he had led to his death. William gritted his teeth and waited for the expected shot that would end his life on this plane. <br><br>however, that shot never came. William blinked in disbelief at what he saw. The Enemy suit lowered its weapon. Was it one of the girls he saw the other week when they returned Lucille? Whatever the Reason, He couldn't let the opportunity slip by. Hitting his booster, William rolled his Gundam out of the way and followed it up with backwards Roll to his feet. With Unit 01 on its feet again, William reactivated his beam saber and brought his shield up. Ready for the next attack. <br><br>"Shit! what is Unit 2 doing? Why isn't she getting up?" Jared growled as he looked through the Binoculars at the battle happening in front of them. Unit 1 and 3 were tangled with two of the new enemy Mobile suits and the third seemed to have disappeared. "Come on, Jared. Get your scrawny ass back in here and get us over to Unit 2." Alisha snapped as she climbed up to the Gatling gun. Jared hoped down and into the Driver's seat. Powering up the Truck. Jared hauled ass over the downed Gundam. "Check on the pilot, I'll cover you." Alisha said as Jared scrambled over to Unit two. Climbing up to the Cockpit. He pulled the emergency Release lever and opened the Hatch. "Hey Lt.! Corporal Raimen looks ok, but she isn't moving." Jared called out over his headset. William chanced a Glance on his rearward Camera. Unit 3 was engaged by that particularly determined Suit. <br><br>William boosted back. Using a series of zig, zagging backwards leaps. he came to Unit 2's side. Kneeling the Gundam Down. He replaced the beam saber back in the Recharge unit on the side of the Gundam's knee, and swapping back to his 100mm. Moving his shield to protect the exposed Cockpit and Pvt. John who was trying to get through to Isabel. Aisha was working the Cover the Lt.'s Back with the Gatling gun on the Hover truck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 04:15:57</strong>
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				Sam's suit, somehow, managed to dodge the incoming bazooka round, and Sam was thankful that those dumb-warhead rockets weren't guided.&nbsp; It had been close.&nbsp; As Sam side-stepped his suit over towards Isabel's suit, he heard the chatter from the Zeke on a clear channel, causing Sam to grin as he gripped the controls tightly.<br><br>"Well, come on, you ugly mother!"&nbsp; Sam roared over the radio.&nbsp; "Come get some o' this!"<br><br>Sam's bravado had it's place.&nbsp; Seeing as the boss had brought unit one over to check on Isabel, Sam saw himself in a 3-to-1 battle, with him being the '1'.&nbsp; Three of these odd Zeke suits, and Sam didn't really think his one Gundam, as magnificent as it was, would withstand these three.<br><br>"Oh, well...&nbsp; gotta die of something, right?"&nbsp; Sam asked, rhetorically, as he advanced the throttles and broke Unit Three into a headlong run at the suit he'd just drop-kicked.<br><br>"Yeah!"&nbsp; Sam snarled, his face a wicked, homicidal grin.&nbsp; "Let's do this!"<br><br>The Gundam's hundred-mike emptied itself in the general direction of the Zeke, causing Sam to drop it when he'd&nbsp; heard several loud, audible&nbsp; clicks issuing from the weapon.&nbsp; Sam, mindful that he was the center of everyone's attention, brought his shield up, and prepared to barrel straight into his opponent, and if he could, bring the other two suits' fire down on him, giving the boss and the sniper a break.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 16:16:05</strong>
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				Sam, from the looks of things, rather overestimated the situation, as Jillian wasn't in much of a fighting mood anymore, the black haired man's suit seemed to be on the verge of breaking down, and Catrina's suit seemed to be defective or something, since it had stopped moving several moments ago and seemed locked in place. As a result, rather then Dom 1 being utterly wrecked by the barrage from Gundam 3, Jillian put her own Dom in the way of it and intercepted quite a bit of the blast, taking some severe damage to her frame in the process, before she opened the public comms and spoke in a somewhat urgent voice. "Enough!"<br><br>After taking a few moments to clear her head, she turned the head of her Dom towards the other two Gundams, which were kneeling down as the group tried to get through the hatch to Isabel. "This fight is pointless. We can walk away if you can."<br><br>The black haired man, however, didn't seem to like that suggestion all too much. "Lieutenant Ashfeld! Are you trying to run away from this battle? Are you afraid of death?"<br><br>the redhead woman simply shook her head, the conversation continuing over the loudspeakers for all suits to hear. "You almost got our most valuable mobile suits destroyed. Even if you exchanged them for the Gundams, it's not worth the price. We're withdrawing, and that's final."<br><br>.........................<br><br>Isabel seemed to be on the road to recovering, at the very least, she smothered her tears when she heard the emergency hatch open, and she looked up to see several pairs of eyes directed right towards her. Had she really done this again? Had she really lost control of her own mind, and been a liability to her team, for a second time?<br>"... I'm okay."<br><br>That was a lie, but they likely wouldn't notice that, she hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 02:41:36</strong>
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				What the hell was going on with these Zeon types?&nbsp; The sure didn't&nbsp; fit the profile he'd come to know in the Intel job Sam had had before coming here, to the desert.&nbsp; These weren't the Fight-Til-You-Die types taht Same had seen reports of, constantly, and they certainly weren't what one would consider cowards.&nbsp; They simply seemed to operate with something like battlefield honor, which, in this day and age, was not seen much, at all.<br><br>"All right."&nbsp; Sam said, yanking back on his controls, and bringing Unit 3 to a shuddering stop.&nbsp; "Lady, you got balls like I've never seen, but if you want another mutual withdraw, I can dig it."<br><br>Sam started moving his Gundam back, bringing up a small rear-view aspect onto his view screen.&nbsp; Once he had it, he moved back, slowly, to where his hundred-mike lay, and once he was there, he dropped his suit to a knee, and popped the charging rach for one of his beam-sabres, without drawing it.&nbsp; As he reached for the hundred-mike main weapon, he made it known that if they tried to get the drop on him, he'd still have something for the Zeon suits.<br><br>Within two minutes, Sam had his gun, and a fresh magaine slapped into place.&nbsp; As the Gundam stood, the sabre charging rack closed again, adn Sam's machine took up a stance to guard the other Federation suits, watching the Zeons closely.<br><br>"You know, lady, if it weren't&nbsp; for this fucked-all war, I'd buy you a beer."&nbsp; Sam said, thoughtfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 04:04:20</strong>
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				William was wondering what the girl had up her sleeve. The one calling the withdraw was the same that didn't shoot him. His eyes narrowed, moving his 100mm to cover Unit 3's rearward advance. William was not above leaving the battlefield alive. Hell he preferred there to be no fighting at all, but that usually never happened. On a smaller camera on his screen, he watched as Jared checked over Isabel. Though she said she was ok, something seemed off. He heard the verbal exchange from the two. Hell, the whole battlefield did as well as the anybody within a quarter mile radius. The Dom pilot knew her, called her a Traitor. What did she betray? He also said she was once Zeon. However, this was not a place to discuss such thing. <br><br>As Unit two stood over them, William called out to Sam on the radio. "Sam, Hand me your Gun, Help Isabel and start getting her out of here. I'll cover you two. Allenby, get a move on." William ordered. Exchanging the weapons. William held out both Guns now to the three doms. He Gave Unit 2 and 3 a few minutes head start. Once he was sure the Zeke's weren't going to be doing anything, he flipped the switch to activate the external speakers. "Thank you, but now we are even. So next time. Do not hold back. For I won't." He said, the tone of his voice spoke of great respect to her. He began to back petal his Gundam. <br><br>Eventually, William caught up with the others. Falling in step with them, he thought about what was heard on the battle field. "As of right now, I am putting a gag order on this. No one talks about what we heard." William said sternly over the comms that just encompassed the suits of his team and The hover truck. THat was the last thing he wanted was more intelligence personnel poking around his team. However, the encounter had given him a lot to think about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 06:02:09</strong>
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				When Sam made his statement about the war and his growing respect for the redhead pilot, he'd hear a small laugh, almost a hybrid between an actual laugh and some sort of scoff, before she spoke back in a light voice. "And if this wasn't a fucked-all war, I'd be willing to take it." With that, she had the Dom give something of a waving motion to the three Gundams as they made their retreat. "Consider this a warm-up for the main event, Gundams. Next time it's no holds barred." Of course, hadn't she said similar words before? It seemed like every time she promised to take the fight serious next time, something happened to make her question her judgement and cause her to hesitate. Still, now wasn't the time for such things, such thoughts. As far as she was concerned, they had curb stomped the Gundams today, though they did get kinda lucky that their sniper was apparently out of commission early, just like Catrina was. <br><br>When William was the only one left, making his statement, she responded in kind. "Yeah, I paid you back today for bringing Lulu back to us... Next time, it's for real."<br><br>With that Jillian moved to help transport the Dom that had stopped moving when the battle began, and she was surprised to see her rather dark and brooding comrade actually lend her a hand. The man was mute the entire way back to base though, not staying a word the entire time.<br><br>..................................................<br><br>Isabel was completely silent on the way back, not feeling the need to say anything to anybody. She knew that the questions would be coming soon enough, and honestly, she was dreading the idea of answering them. Still, she owed the other two Gundams her life a few times over, and she figured that had to count for something. Whenever they got back to base, she would have the answers to their questions prepared, and mentally, she would be ready for just about anything to come her way.<br><br>She was sure that, at the very least, her superior officer would want an understanding for all the blood that rested on her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 07:17:34</strong>
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				It was a damned good thing that no one could see insode Sam's cockpit.&nbsp; He'd even gone so far as to shut down visual communications, so that no one would see the angry, venomous glances he was throwing towards the Gundam known as Unit Two.<br><br>Sam had been all right with the fact that the girl at the helm of that Gundam seemed a bit allof, a bit mysterious.&nbsp; He was all well and good, since he'd flown with all sorts of weird pilots in his days in Orbital Intercept.&nbsp; However, this went beyond the pale.&nbsp; For whatever reason, she'd shut down at a critical moment, leaving Sam and the Boss to fend for themselves, and both he and Samson had to dodge bazooka rounds.&nbsp; It just didn't add up.&nbsp; Something was very badly wrong with the sniper, Isabel, and Sam's only conclusion about it was that it presented a danger to the team.<br><br>But Isabel wasn't the only one that caught the wrathful eye of Sam Richter.&nbsp; The Boss's suit caught it's&nbsp; own share, too.&nbsp; What the hell did he mean, leaving Sam to face off against those three, all on his own?&nbsp; Sam could've died!&nbsp; As a matter of fact, Sam was completely prepared to die, seeing as the Zeke's nearly had the drop on him.&nbsp; However, that Zeke broad...&nbsp; she brought the whole thing to a dead-stop.<br><br>"Skipper..."&nbsp; Sam said, as he swallowed his anger, and reported in.&nbsp; "Approaching the outer perimeter.&nbsp; Might as well call in, so we don't get our asses shot off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 19:25:14</strong>
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				William was still deep in thought when Sam radioed in. He could hear the clip in his No. 3 man. "Thank you, Sam" William said as he switched channels. "Just mother-fucking-lovely" He sighed. "Base One, this is 432nd. We are inward bound. How copy?". "This is Base One, Hold position and wait for verification." The Reply came back. William called for everyone to hold position. The Verification was merely The suit's computers talking with the bases and seeing if they want to date. <br><br>"Ok, Your clear. Approach granted." The Controller replied. "Thanks Base One. Beginning approach." William said switching to his team channel, He keyed both Sam and Isabel. "Everyone, Wait in the debriefing room. We need to discuss what happened." He said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 05:44:00</strong>
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				Isabel might as well have gone completely mute for all the talking that she did on the way back. When she heard that they had clearance, that William wanted all three of them to wait in the debriefing room to talk, she knew exactly what was about to come her way. She wouldn't be surprised if she was kicked off the Gundam team after this, at the very least. This was the second time that she failed under pressure and put her group into danger, and now there was a whole new side to her that she never wanted her allies to see.<br><br>She got out of her piloting suit and changed into her regular uniform, waiting in the briefing room with a distant look in her eye. As was to be expected of her at this point, she was the first one changed and the first one in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 05:47:11</strong>
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				Sam took his time.&nbsp; He needed to collect his thoughts, and prepare himself.<br><br>Something had to happen, and he needed to know some things.<br><br>Sam managed to find a few alcohol swabs, which he used to take the bulk of the sweat off his body, making him marginally cleaner.&nbsp; That, along with a clean uniform, and Sam felt halfway descent when he trudged his way back to the briefing room, where he saw Isabel.&nbsp; Sam didn't speak, but simply took his seat, and waited for the boss.<br><br>Now wasn't&nbsp; the time for him to say a word.&nbsp; He had to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:17:01</strong>
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				Lucille waited patient when she heard that her "Sisters" were returning. She was so happy that they were alive. However, as the three Doms entered the Hanger. Something was immediately apparent. Sensors were detecting a massive radiation spike with Catrina's Dom. Paramedics were already on the scene when it was finally parted. Lucille rushed to see what was going on, but was stopped by a strong hand holding her. It belonged to one of the grounds crew. "Don't go near it." he said with a bit of panic in his voice. "the reactor is leaking Radiation. Hopefully the pilot hasn't been cooked alive." He said, forgetting Lucille was only around 10 years old. The suit was hosed down with some special foam that was designed to absorb the radiation as other grounds crew donning Radiation suits approached and pulled the emergency release handles for the cockpit. They found Catrina past out and her skin was a bright red, much like a really bad sunburn. "Quick. We have to get her to Medical!" The Groundcrew shouted as the paramedics rushed forward. Lucille looked on in fear. "W-What is going to happen to Big Sister?" She said. Seeing Jillian exited Her Dom. Lucille sprinted over and through her arms around her other Big Sister's legs. Tears threatening at the edge of her vision. "Will Big Sister be alright?" She asked. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------<br><br>As Unit one parked in its berth. William slumped in his seat. the back of his Uniform soaked from sweat. "Damn that was close." He said as the Hatch finally opened and hot air rushed in to displace the stagnate A/C air. Mike stood by on the Catwalk. "How are things, Lt?" He asked. "Lousy." William said as he stumbled out. Making his way to the stairs Mike called out to him. "Hey, Lt..." He hollered but was waved off by William. He didn't want to hear any scuttlebutt right now. He simply wanted to towel off and get in a clean uniform. As he stepped onto the hard packed dirt he didn't notice someone standing at the base of the Stairs. He simply brushed past the person. <br><br>"Excuse me, but last I checked you salute a superior officer." A femine voice with a thick foreign accent said. William turned and saw a head of regulation strawberry blond hair and strong blue eyes. The very next thing he saw as Colonel "Turkeys" on the collar. "MA'AM, I Didn't see you, Ma'am" William said as he snapped to attention and saluted. He felt the stern eyes on him from the Colonel. "Where are you headed Lt...er, Samson. Hmmm, just like the biblical strongman." She mused. "To debrief my Team after our walk, Ma'am.". "Well Lt. I am Colonel Cunningham. The Bases new CO. So once your Debrief is over. Report to me." She commanded. "Ma'am, Yes Ma'am" William stated professionally. "Very good, but make sure you shower first." She said as she found her self down wind of him. After that she simply walked off. WIlliam relaxed and trotted off to get ready to meet the rest of his team. <br><br>WIlliam opened the door to the debriefing room where Isabel and Sam was waiting. Grabbing a chair William sat down and looked at Isabel. "I think you have something to tell us, Isabel. Do not worry. Nothing you say will leave this room." He said quietly&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 07:16:44</strong>
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				Jillian looked over at Catrina's cockpit with concern when she saw her fellow female pilot being dragged out, looking as though she had just been locked in a sauna for going on a week. After feeling a small shudder run down her back, she simply shook her head and turned her attention towards an understandably petrified Lucille. Jillian hugged the small girl gently, giving her back a small rub as she spoke in a soothing voice. "She will be just fine, she just needs a bit of time to rest."<br><br>At least, Jillian sure hoped that was the case, Catrina was just about the only person around here who kept the redhead sane these days... Well, that and Lucille, technically.<br><br>.............................................<br><br>Isabel remained completely silent until William came in and took his seat, speaking about how she had something to tell the two of them. She had been preparing herself mentally for this moment since the beginning of the trip back to base, but that didn't mean that she was ready for it by any means yet. Still, after a few seconds she took in a small breath and spoke, her eyes never leaving their lowered position as she stared gently at the table while she spoke. She figured that she was just about at the end of the line even if she didn't tell them everything that there was to tell, so there was no harm in giving them the whole story. "... I was born and raised in Madred..."<br><br>Madred was a colony that was renowned through the Federation and Zeon forces for it's incredible political instability, as even before the war between Zeon and the Federation began, Madred was always a home to civil wars, rebellions, and uprisings, conflicts that were only made worse the moment that conflict broke out between the big 2. Madred became a dead zone for both sides, a place that soldiers typically went to die. The people of Madred were renowned for fighting to the death against both sides while taking no stake from either, enlisting even children to fight for their cause of independence from the two warring sides. However, due to an incredible power play by Zeon that wiped out the local militia and the Federation forces stationed at Madred, it eventually fell under Zeon control.<br><br>The fact that Isabel was from Madred alone likely pointed to the fact that she had been around conflict for just about as long as she had been alive.<br>"During the battles, the Federation was making a powerful push, we were going to lose our home. Nobody wanted to give up though, and nobody wanted to take aid from the other people that were fighting the Federation too... Zeon. I went to a Zeon captain there..."<br><br>That Zeon captain was a man that Isabel would never forget. He had the eyes of a pure heartless killer, the kind of person who would laugh at conflict, and reveled in the death of others. Looking at him, talking to him, caused even the war stained and desensitized Isabel to feel a sense of dread and foreboding.<br>"I told him where he could find a critical weak point in the Federation advance, but he ended up using that information to find our base of operations as well... When I returned to base a few days later, everything was destroyed, burning. I ran after that... I ran away from Madred, Zeon... Everything. After that, I enlisted with the Federation."<br><br>That likely meant that the only real reason that she had enlisted into the Federation to begin with was all a revenge game, though she didn't say that aloud, and there was no telling if she still felt that way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 05:53:25</strong>
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				A low, venomous chuckle started to eminate from Sam, as he looked at the floor, his fingers steepled in front of his face.&nbsp; As it continued, it became stronger, and grew in pitch until it was almost a cackle, as Sam pushed himself up from his seat.<br><br>"Well, isn't that just great?"&nbsp; Sam asked, rhetorically.&nbsp; "We've got our amazing rear-guard sniper, who'd gonna freeze up every time we meet this sumbitch in that goofy Zeke suit."<br><br>Sam paced the floor, still uttering his laugh.&nbsp; He let his eyes wander from Isabel to Samson, and he didn't spare either of them a glance.<br><br>"And, sir, if I may..."&nbsp; Sam said, as he tirned to face the Boss.&nbsp; "If things are going to stay like this, do me a favor, huh?&nbsp; Get me out of this chicken-shit unit."<br><br>Before Samson could respond, Sam went on.<br><br>"See, sir, I don't mind if ol' rear-guard, here, freezes up."&nbsp; He said, indicating Isabel with a pointed finger.&nbsp; "But really, I think that if you're going to go rushing to her defense every time...&nbsp; AND LEAVING ME EXPOSED AGAINST A WHOLE ZEKE TEAM, THEN I WANT OUT!"<br><br>Sam felt a bit better after roaring at his commanding officer.&nbsp; Still, he wasn't quite done, yet.&nbsp; He took another step towards Samson, and raised both of his arms in front of him.<br><br>"Yeah, I know...&nbsp; I addressed an officer improperly."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "So, if you're gonna get the MPs, then go ahead and do it.&nbsp; I'm ready.&nbsp; But before you do, I just want you to know...&nbsp; &nbsp;if things keep going like this, I'll be pressing for a transfer...&nbsp; sir."<br><br>Sam stepped back, still holding his wrists together, as if to await the guards' shackles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 21:40:06</strong>
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				William sat down and listened to Isabel's explanation, as well as Sam's tirade. Not that William could blame him any. He did hang his Number three man out to dry. William looked up at him as Sam held out his hands to be clapped in irons. "Put your wrists away and sit down Corporal. What you said is true and It is my fault entirely. So I can not blame you for being angry. However, I think we all can agree this has to have been the most "F"ed Up walk we been on. We all should have died out there, if not for that one weird Zeke." William said shaking his head. Thinking about how he stared down the barrel of that Bazooka, and how he shouldn't be around now. <br><br>William looked over at Isabel. "Izzy, I know what happened out there threw you for a loop, do you think you can pull the trigger next time?" There was no malice in his words, William was asking cause he was concerned for his Sniper. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 23:14:35</strong>
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				Isabel simply fell silent as she listened to Sam absolutely explode at William, yelling at his superior officer and making a few snide remarks about Isabel as well. She didn't want to say anything, but Sam's statement about how she was going to freeze up against that "zeke" actually hit her pretty hard. He had no idea what life in Mandred was life for her, what the lives on her hands meant for her, how serious it was for her that the one person from her community left alive hated her and deemed her a traitor. How could he ever understand? How could anybody understand? As such, she didn't even stick around to give William a chance to finish his question before she rose from her chair and excused herself from the room.<br><br>If Sam refused to try and listen to Isabel, or at least understand why it was that she froze up like that, then what was the point of even talking to him anymore?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 01:20:25</strong>
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				Sam did as he was told, lowering his arms and retaking his seat.&nbsp; The boss hadn't even blinked when Sam vented his frustration, and even agreed a bit.&nbsp; For Sam, that was all that was needed, and his respect for the 432nd's commanding officer was restored.<br><br>However, when Isabel stood and walked out, Sam raised his hands again, this time in a plaintive gesture, and looked at the boss, pleadingly.<br><br>"This is not my area o expertise, boss man, but I really think&nbsp; she's an unreliable liability."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "I have no idea what her issues are with that crazy fuck we ran into, but if she's gonna do all this, the she's a section-8 case, for sure."<br><br>Sam resigned himself to the situation at hand, and shrugged.&nbsp; What he'd said was true, he had no real idea abot Isabel at all, nor her connection to the bastartd that tried to scrag her, or the past that existed between the both of them.&nbsp; However, it seemed that Sam didn't need to, not in his own way of thinking.&nbsp; In Sam's reasoning, Isabel was part of a team, a team that consisted of three mobile-suit pilots and the crew of the sensor hover-truck.&nbsp; Simply put, if she couldn't hold up her end, then Sam had little in the way of pity or empathy for her.<br><br>The other thing that rested in Sam's mind was, he had, in at leat one instance, tried to get Isabel to open up, to let some of this out in a more gentle way.&nbsp; He wasn't&nbsp; completely heartless about the situation, but neither was he a complete push-over, either.<br><br>"Sorry, chief."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "I've said all I can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 18:53:34</strong>
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				William watched a bit dumbfounded as Isabel excused herself. Not even bothering to answer his question. He looked over at Sam when he threw up his hands. "Look, all I know was there was a lot shit going on in Mandred. Shit no one likes talking about. Agghh, I don't know. I just know we can't let her simply slip away like that." William said as he stood up to pursue Isabel. Running out the door to follow. <br><br>"Hey Isabel, hold up!" He called, Managing to catch her, and snagging her wrist in case she tries to bolt. "Don't let what Sam said get to you. I know today must've been quite a hell'va shocker. Hell, I should be dead right now if not for that crazy Zeke Woman." He said as he came to stop. "But, Please, don't let that get you down. I mean for what's worth, and probably not much, but I trust ya. You haven't let us down before, so we shouldn't let you down." He said locking his eyes with her's. trying to convey the confidence he had in Isabel. "If you need to talk, anything at all. You can come and talk to me. I care about you." He finished. It took only a second to realize how what he said could be taken. "Um...uh. As your commanding officer. I care about the well being about my teammates." He quickly amended, though his cheeks were starting flush.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 01:49:40</strong>
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				Isabel froze when William suddenly caught up with her, snagging her by the wrist in order to stop her from moving any further away from the briefing room. She turned around, finding herself unable to look away from his gaze once he started to tell her just how confident that he felt in her, and about how she hadn't let them down before. As he finished up his statement, amending a statement which could potentially be interpreted wrongly, Isabel's eyes started to flicker with just a bit more life behind them before she took a small step backwards and nodded. Truth be told, this sort of interaction was rather new for her, since up until this point none of her conversations with either of her allies had been particularly personal. "I..." she straightened up, creeping gently back into her shell a little bit as she spoke in a bit more of a neutral tone. "Understood, sir."<br><br>Opening up was hard for Isabel, she had lived her entire life with her heart and her mind closed off to other people, so talking about such personal matters, and being so expressive, with any other person in the world was a relatively difficult task for her. "I won't let you down again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 03:58:50</strong>
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				As soon as the skipper had left, Sam got up and stood in the ddoorway to the briefing room, watching the exchange between Isabel an the boss from a distance.&nbsp; He couldn't hear what was said, and quite frankly, he didn't want to.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sam wasn't very interested in anything the girl had to say, right at that time.<br><br>What same did want, and what he'd decided he must have, was a nice, cold beer, preferably in a bottle.&nbsp; Stepping out of the doorway, he strode off into the warm evening air, and made his way, in a roundabout fashion, to the NCO's club, where he could hear the usual ruckus coming out of the partly open doors.<br><br>Ten minutes later, Sam had his bottle, plus a few more, in a bucket of ice, and he smiled as he headed off in the general direction of the 432nd's barracks room.&nbsp; There was a small bench and table outside the barracks, and it was just about perfect for Sam to relax at, as he treated his collection of cold bottles as best as he could.&nbsp; If one or more of his teammates decided to show up, he had enough for them, too.<br><br>Once he found his table, Sam leaned back against it, sitting on the bench, and firing up one of his small cigars, letting the warm, cherry-tainted smoke drift from his mouth,to disappear on the wind.<br><br>"What a fucked-up day."&nbsp; Sam said, as he leaned back, letting the tension drift away on the light breeze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 01:27:41</strong>
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				William saw the glimmer of life within Isabel's eyes. Though for the briefest of moments. It was a start. A start at working her out of her shell. To show her that she can come to them with her problems. He gave her a soft smile. "That is good. Now, why don't you get some rest, Izzy." He said before finally letting her hand go. "I'll see ya around." He said finally. <br><br>Seeing that Sam left the debriefing room. William shrugged a bit. However, he found him outside with a bucket of beers. "Mind if I get in on this action?" He asks. Grabbing one of drinks. William leans in the shade of the building. "I told Isabel to get some rest. Gawd, this day was royally turned upside down." William takes a pull from the beer and enjoys the cherry scented smoke wafting in the air. "Oh, I ran into, literally, the new base commander. She's cute, but not sure on the attitude. Hopefully she ain't one of those Man hating Fema-Nazi's. that has to prove the Women are superior to men. Says her Name is Cunningham. I am suppose to report to her after "Debriefing" y'all, but I think I am going to finish this beer first." He remarks before taking another swig. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 00:38:46</strong>
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				Isabel simply nodded, quite relieved that William didn't feel like pushing her any further, before she simply backed away and started to make her way back towards her tent. "Very well then..." She paused for a moment, debating for a moment rather or not she should offer up her thanks to him before she simply axed the whole idea and turned around, taking her leave of the squad leader so that she could go back to her room and get some very much needed rest. She had a lot of things on her mind, and she wanted to get them as sorted as humanly possible before her fatigue and frustration took over and sent her to sleep.<br><br>Knowing her mind though, she wasn't going to get very far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 04:23:14</strong>
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				"No shit?"&nbsp; Sam asked, as he thought.&nbsp; "I've heard of a Cunningham, before, but that was a guy, and he was an infantry commander over in Europe."<br><br>Sam took another draw on his bottle, and loved how the cold fluid seemed to cool him from the inside as it went down.&nbsp; Still, the tried to think of any other Cunningham, and came up blank.&nbsp; Either his mind was wiped from the intensity of the day, or he was simply too tired and worn out to do any proper thinking, but either way, he didn't know anything about a 'Cute Cunningham'.<br><br>"Good luck on the debrief."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "Just...&nbsp; don't discuss any recent events too much..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 03:00:38</strong>
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				"I don't plan on it." William stated as he downed the last of the beer. Feeling its cooling effects as he stood up. "Well here goes nothing." He stated as he walked off towards the Main Command building.<br><br>Two weeks would pass quietly. The first week, William managed to secure off to give Isabel plenty of time to recover. During that Time. William tried to be social and get her involved. The second week was more or less spent in simulations against the data that was collected on the new mobile suit. Trying also simulate that mysterious Pilot that had Isabel freeze up the last time. William pushed his team hard to succeed and excel. He did not want a repeat of the last time. That they only walked away because that mysterious Woman allowed them too. <br><br>"Enter!" Colonel Cunningham said when she heard the knock on her door. "Ma'am, Lt. Sampson reporting as ordered." William stated smartly as he came to her desk. The colonel looked at him with sharp eyes. I been looking over your sim logs. Been pushing your team quite hard recently." She commented. "Yes, Ma'am. We nearly bought it the last time we were in the Sandbox and I don't want it that close again, Ma'am." William replied. "There are somethings you can't help in battle, Lt. Bog down your thinking with those and you'll for sure end up dead." The Colonel Admonished. "Yes, Ma'am." He stated again. "The Reason I called you here is there are disturbing reports from the around the great rift valley. Strange tectonic anomalies were detected. I need you and your team to investigate. It will be a long walk, but I am confident you will do just fine." The Colonel stated as she turned her chair from him. "Dismissed."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 04:13:55</strong>
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				The last two weeks was an odd time for Sam Richter, Corporal in the Earth Federation.&nbsp; The first of thise weeks was spent simply trying to dig up any kind of action he could, as the boss worked with Isabel...&nbsp; or, rather, tried to work with her.&nbsp; The simple fact of the matter was, Sam couldn't tell of there had been any progress made with the girl, at all.&nbsp; Of course, therre wasn't much effort on Sam's part to find out, but that just owed to the idea that Sam held, that she was better off as far away from him as she could be.&nbsp; Sniper or no, Mobile Suit driver or not, she still gave Sam the creeps.<br><br>Sam wasn't fond of MS-simulators.&nbsp; Simply put, the gyro-sunchronized pods were nowhere near what an actual suit felt like, and Sam hated the damned things with a passion.&nbsp; He prefered to get his training in the actual article, and while the boss worked with Isabel, Sam spent the first of those two weeks filling gaps in the base's inner and outer perimeter patrols, shoring up what he could when he could.<br><br>The next week, though, that was the issue.&nbsp; The boss, true to his word, decided to run the whole damned team through simulation after simulation, and by the end of the trainning run, Sam had felt about as deflated as a punctured balloon.&nbsp; At the end of the training, one evening, he had to be physically assisted out of the pod.<br><br>Then, the bad news set in.<br><br>"Son of a bitch!"&nbsp; Sam snarled, as he lowered himself into his bunk, gracelessly.&nbsp; "She's got a nerve, sending us out after the week we've just had."<br><br>Finally, painfully and with a huge amount of soreness, Sam reclined back, and tried to relax.<br><br>"The price we pay for being the best, I suppose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 04:22:20</strong>
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				Those two weeks were rather interesting for Isabel, to be sure. She mostly kept to herself, though she found herself having somewhat frequent outings with William, due to the fact that he seemed insistent that she not be left alone. She found herself slowly coming out of her shell just a tiny bit more over the course of that time, even if it was just a glance or a moment of hesitation from time to time. She found herself growing more and more comfortable coming out of her tent too, though she didn't really socialize that much with anybody, and it seemed that Sam still harbored ill feelings for her towards what had happened a couple of weeks ago, not that she could really blame him for that.<br><br>Unlike Sam, Isabel was actually extremely grateful for the nonstop simulations and combat analysis of their new enemies. Not only did it give her the chance to battle against <em>him</em> without it actually being on a real battlefield, but she also felt far more comfortable and in her element when fighting, even if it was only simulated and rather fake. She never really had the same physical fatigue issues that Sam did, if only because her years of being a child commando had trained her body to be far more resilient to adversity and long hours of combat then his was. As such, when she heard the orders that they were going to be walking again, she had no complaints whatsoever, and took her orders in stride when William told her.<br>"Are we expecting trouble, Sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 22:35:52</strong>
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				Somewhere deep in the Rift Valley a great experiment was taking place. Testing of the Zeon's latest weapon against The South American Federation Headquarters in Jaburo. "Heh, heh. Look at her Colonel. Isn't she magnificent? My Midgard Serpent will destroy Jaburo from underneath." The General chuckled arrogantly. In his eyes. the war was already won. "Pretty impressive Mobile Armor, General, but can it do the trick? The Key is finding Jaburo." Acar stated as he stepped out of the shadows. He wasn't too happy about the last encounter with the Federation new mobile suits. However, he couldn't blame His Pilots. One of them was suffering from Radiation exposure and was still in the infirmary back at Base. Little Lucille had been visiting her everyday since then. No, Acar blamed the suit not being ready for deployment and gave the designers and earful for it. <br><br>"Just be careful with your experiments. We already had to deal with Two Federation Patrols snooping around. The Feddies are arrogant, but they are not stupid. Acar growled. "That is why you are here Colonel.&nbsp; You and your men are to be my loyal guard dogs. I can't be interrupted so close to completion. The General stated as he looked up on his Humongous creation. Acar slipped back into the shadows to head back to his Custom Gouf Mobile suit.&nbsp; He took Solace that one of his Best pilots was with him. Though, he didn't trust the other. The Man may be an asshole, but he got results and that is exactly what Acar wanted. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>William looked at his assembled team. He was happy to see the little progress he has made with Isabel over the course of the two week. Hell, little progress was better than No progress. "It is unknown at this time. Possibly a wild Goose case, but just in case that Goose is working for the Zeons, we are being loaded for Bear. It is gonna take a couple days just to get the Rift Valley walking. So make sure to pack clean underwear and socks. There will be an extra supply Truck carrying ammo, and supplies. Particularly Water. Keep Hydrated. Even with the A/C in the suits it is very easy to get dehydrated in this Environment. When Choosing your special weapons Keep in mind that we do not know what we will find. So think Versatility. In order to reduce the chance of being spotted by enemy spotters, we'll be mostly traveling at night. Seeking shelter and camouflaging the suits during the day. The Night will be cooler and we won't be working as hard either." William explained. Bringing his watch up, he checked the time. "It is 0945Hrs right now. Sunset is scheduled at 1917hrs. We're walking out of here at 2000hrs sharp. So from this moment on, you people are on mandatory sleep. Find your Bunks and hit them hard. The Maintenance crews assure me that your suits will be ready by the time we wake up this evening. Dismissed, and get some sleep." William said Watching as he team leaves. He let out a sigh a he thought back to something the Colonel shared with him before, but ordered him to keep it under wraps from his team. He groaned as he ruffled his hair and made off for his Bunk. Thankful that the Barracks are Air conditioned.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 20:20:24</strong>
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				Jillian let out a groan and reclined in the chair of her Dom to the best of her abilities, sipping on the juice box that came with her lunch packet as the three of them sat in some sort of creepy underground labratory. Of course regular grunts like her and her new partner weren't normally allowed inside, and they would have just had to stand out by the entrance and act as bait for any potential federation units in the area, but Acar made a special exception in their case. Still, the place gave Jillian a rather bad feeling of dread, and she couldn't help but look forward to leaving this place. Moreover, this little mission was keeping her away from her hospitalized best friend, something that had been bothering her to no end ever since the incident happened. "this sucks."<br><br>Well, at least she had Lucille watching after her, Jillian supposed. Still, that didn't ease the other trouble that was nagging at Jillian's mind, that concern being the fact that her only partner now was the heartless berserker who just about dove into 3 Gundams headfirst, even if 2 of them weren't really focused on the battle at that point. Then again, it would have been an even fight if Jillian had just finished off the one Gundam, that, or the Doms would have walked away completely victorious. Strange how the thoughts of destroying those Gundams only filled Jillian with dread, especially when the people piloting them had already proved to be good, honest people... Hell, that was more then Jillian could say for her own leadership here, and now that Catrina was out of the picture, Lucille was just about the only thing keeping the redhead sane around the Zeon camp.<br><br>She kept quiet though, only complaining once she double checked to make sure that her comms were off as she sat around and waited for something to happen. As was expected, the other Dom was completely and totally mute.<br><br>...................................................................<br><br>Isabel nodded, rising from her chair when he gave the briefing and making her way towards the door. "Understood..." With that she would make her way out and follow the orders given to her, heading to her bunk and shutting her eyes in an attempt to get some sleep that she already knew would just end up in failure. She hadn't slept well in the slightest ever since their last real mission, the memories of that man and her encounter with him haunting her every dream every time she shut her eyes. The two of them were like brother and sister, every operation either of them went on, they went on together... It was surprising that she'd ever see him again at all, least of all under these circumstances. How had he found out that it was her that went to Zeon? What had happened on that colony after she fled?<br><br>Those thoughts made Isabel sick to her stomach, and they prevented her from getting any sort of meaningful rest, not that she was ever much of a good sleeper in the first place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-07-2012, 00:55:25</strong>
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				The Walk out to the Great Rift valley would take 4 nights walking. the Team had to detour around several villages as they tried to be as low key as possible in case of Zeon spotters. Traveling at night did have the bonus of it being cooler and easier on the machine's A/C units. The Sonar truck was loaded down heavily and served as the everyone's bunk when not on watch. It was close to morning when the entered the Great rift valley. <br><br>It would be early in the morning before the team would finally reach the Great Rift Valley. At the opening to the valley, William ordered everyone to stop. "Ok, we are far enough from Base that I doubt anyone would over hear this. I am not the kind of guy that will keep information from my people. There was something I was told not to tell you all by intelligence. The reason why they believe that It involves Zeon. We are not the first team to investigate these strange tectonic anomalies. They sent three GM Teams here, but they quickly lost all contact with them. The only thing they recovered was this audio byte." William explained. A moment later a rather degraded audio file began to play. "Fuck it is dark in here....What was that!?....(static).....(Hissing) Holy Shit what is that thing!...(Screaming)...." The audio byte was not much more than 18 seconds long. however, the message was pretty clear. Whatever was down here, took out 9 GMs, and their support. "Whatever we are facing, it isn't a joke. So look alive people. I want us all coming home from this." William stated confidently. <br><br>After about an Hour of searching. Allenby and Jared found a large Tunnel. It stood twice as tall as the Gundams and the three of them could walk abreast with plenty of space. Another feature was that the Tunnel was bored into solid rock. William gave a low whistle. "Alright, I'll Take point, Sam you are on my wing. Izzy, You cover our asses. Special Weapons are authorized. Allenby, set up a listening post and monitor our progress." William ordered. Looking at the tunnel, William doubted he would get much use from his 180mm cannon. So he had to keep his 100mm Machine gun. Jared moved the Truck out of sight before Allenby drove her sonar spike down into the ground. <br><br>Within moments the three Gundams stood at the mouth of the tunnel. "alright people. The quicker we do this, the quicker we can go home to Ice cold beers." William stated. "Once we enter the Tunnel. Radio Silence, Hand signals and direct links only." William ordered as he moved his Gundam to start into the tunnel. From the Back of Unit One, a Large Cable wheel was mounted. It served as a direct link to the Sonar truck. He prayed there was enough cable to adequetly explore the tunnel. <br><br>The Team wasn't 30 meters in when William noticed something. The Gundams were casting very large shadows in front of them. Large enough to alert anyone that was paying attention. Unit One instantly signaled a halt. The Machine then pointed to the ground to show the others the shadows. William then motioned for everyone to reverse and out of the cave. Once out, he brought his suit to the others. Raising his canopy, he signaled them to raise theirs as well. "We're casting too big of a shadow in there. We'll wait for Night fall. That way we can all get some rest. Get comfortable, but don't leave your cockpits. I'll take first watch, Sam you have Second, Jared Third, and Izzy has the last one. I am keeping Allenby out of the loop so she can get the most rest. We may need her the most down there." William ordered as he closed up his canopy and moved off to stand guard. The Reel and cable still hanging off his back.&nbsp; <br><br>------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Acar growled in boredom. He hated being away from his base. His Custom Gouf knelt down, Ready for action should the need arise. "Blast, these tests were suppose to be done 2 days ago." He spat as he paced. The two Doms of Jillian, and the rather silent person were close by. So far no evidence of Feddie presence was detected. The Zeons were completely ignorant to the Gundam Team that waited for night fall above their heads. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 07:30:48</strong>
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				AS Sam brought Unit Three down to a knee, he looked at the mouth of the huge cave and shuddered.&nbsp; <em>Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.</em> Was the thought that ran through his mind, the words etched over the gateway to Hell, according to Dante.&nbsp; For Sam, Dante may as well have been writing about this place.<br><br>"Boss, I got an issue."&nbsp; He said, as he opened the hatch to his Gundam, and climed out, using his hand-held radio to talk to Samson.&nbsp; "If there's been techtonic shifts here, and this cave's still open?&nbsp; That means it's intended to be open, and somoene wants to keep it that way."<br><br>When he got to the ground, Sam trotted over to the sensor truck, and refilled his extra canteens from the truck's water stores.<br><br>"I got a sneakin' suspicion we're not gonna like what we find in there."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; What he didn't say, and what heavily weighed on his mind was, three GM teams had been sent here.&nbsp; It wasn't clear if the teams were sent in individually or as a group, but it was clear that at least nine GM suits found their demise, here.&nbsp; Nine GMs was a considerable force, even if they weren't up to Gundam standards.<br><br>Sam climbed back into Unit Three's cockpit, enjoying the breeze and the shade as he rested, waiting for his turn on watch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 15:37:29</strong>
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				Truth be told, even though she didn't vocalize them, Isabel had concerns very similar to those that Sam had. Every piece of her mind was telling her that it was a bad idea to go into that cave, and usually her instincts were right about such a thing. Still, she knew that she had a duty to her fellow Gundam pilots, and even if she didn't go in there, the other two would. What bothered her more then anything else, though, was the revelation that their commander brought to light once they were outside the base. She was tempted to ask about the motive behind keeping such a haunting message hidden from his team, as though their leadership wanted them to walk in to their deaths blind, it simply made no sense to her.<br><br>Still, she ended up saying nothing, since she still felt like a bit of the odd man out of the group, and she simply relaxed back into her cockpit chair to the best of her ability and tried to get some sleep. Of course, it wasn't going to do her a lot of good considering everything that was on her mind, but she was able to doze off and sleep off and on through the day until it was her turn to take watch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 22:52:41</strong>
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				"I am not liking this anymore than you, Sam, but we are paid to do a job." William stated evenly, trying to mask his own misgivings about the mission as a whole. Like Izzy, he wanted to know why he wasn't suppose to tell his teammates. Was it to prevent anyone from deserting during the trek down? If that was it, why did they show him. He was much of a threat to desert as the rest of his team. "Get some sleep the both of you." William finally stated as he moved off to stand watch. keeping a very close eye on the Mouth of the tunnel. <br><br>Later that evening, the sun had just set a few minutes ago. the Gundams had assembled and were ready to make their trek into the Tunnel. "Ok, same plan as before. I'll take Point. Sam, You're on my wing. Izzy, keep our asses clear. No spotlights nor radios. Low Light amplification and hand signals only. Have your special weapons ready. There may not be time to assemble them in the cave. I'll be leaving the 180 here. I don't think it will be of much use." Williams explained.<br><br>With a deep breath, Will began to lead the other two into the cave. It was quickly discovered that there was a 15 degree slope to the tunnel, and that they were descending. the Low light amplification causing everything to show in a pale green light. From Unit One's back, a giant spool began to lay a communication hard line to the Sonar truck. There Allenby monitored the Team's progress. "You're approximately a half mile in. Sonar showing a large expanse another Quarter mile down. Be careful. I can definitely detect the sounds of large Machinery." Allenby cautioned. "Roger that." William responded as he continued to peer into the green tinted darkness. <br><br>about another 5 minutes of walking and they reached the expanse. It was a natural cave system with stalagmites and Stalactites littered everywhere. Unit One threw up the hand signal to be alert. Another motion ordered Izzy to set up in an Overwatch position. Unit One's head turned to Unit 3 and gave it a nod before stepping into the darkness. William was using his Machine as Bait to lure any guard dogs out of hiding. He didn't have to wait long before a team of ZakuIIs seemed to appear from the very darkness. their 120mm Zaku Machine guns lighting up the darkness. Unit One dove behind a large Stalagmite and was using it for Cover. He looked to see if he can spot Unit 3 and 2.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>At the Secret Laboratory, news quickly reached Acar of the intruders. Due the to harmony frequency that was given off by the Mobile Armor, The Midgard Serpent. Use of Sonar equipment to detect threats was useless.&nbsp; So Acar had a Team of Zakus guard the Entrance. "So it would appear that those Fool Feddies decided to waste more lives. That is perfectly fine with me." He growled in satisfaction. Zipping up his flightsuit, Acar trotted to his Gouf. "Have Jillian and the "Ghost" wait for me at the mouth of the Tunnel." He ordered. the "Ghost" was the mysterious Pilot that had recently shown up. The reason why everyone calls him a "Ghost" Is that he seems dead. He doesn't talk to anyone, and the only time he is seen is coming and going from his Room to the cockpit and back. Acar settles into the cockpit of his Gouf and moves to meet the others. <br><br>Acar's Gouf arrives to see both Jillian and the Ghost waiting on him. "It would seem our Guard dogs have spied a group of Foolish Feddies. However, if they should happen to make it past them. We'll be waiting to make them regret the day they sided with the Earth Federation." Acar declared as he drew his suit's heat saber. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 00:18:51</strong>
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				Isabel followed her group into the tunnel carefully, keeping all of her sick feelings at the wayside about just how ominous this whole thing seemed to be. She hadn't gotten as much sleep as she would have liked through out the day, a combination of the usual nightmares as well as her shot nerves prevented any of the sleep that she did get from being particularly restful as well. Still, that didn't seem to have any impact on her performance as she obeyed her commander's instructions and found a comfortable little overhang in the cave where she would be able to line up her shots and fire without being seen until it was far, far too late. Truth be told, it had been several years since the last time she had a good night's rest, so this state of fatigue was just a natural state of mind for her, and she had learned how to push through it on a subconscious level.<br><br>As soon as the Zakus appeared, taking fire at 1 and 3, Isabel wasted no time firing swiftly, dispatching two of the forward Zakus within a matter of seconds. Naturally, this caused quite the disruption among the Zaku's line, since they were likely expecting the same inexperienced and under-equipped GM forces that usually seemed to come. This would provide Sam and William with more then enough time to set up their own defensive line and fire back, and during that time Isabel was already lining up her next couple of shots, ready to dispatch the next couple of Zakus that advanced too far ahead of their allies, thus providing her with an easy kill.<br><br>.....................................................<br><br>Jillian jolted from her sleep when she heard the attack taking place, groaning at the fact that yet ANOTHER damn federation unit was being sent to investigate the cave. She was stunned that they just didn't give up on the place, since it was quickly becoming a dead zone for those sent to investigate. Still, she wasn't one to complain, as she had been bored out of her mind anyway. She quickly made it to her Dom, flight suit in all, and was still blown away by the fact that Ghost still somehow got suited up and was docked before her. Moreover, he would be the one to vocalize his acknowledgement of Acar's orders while Jillian simply kept quiet. Jillian didn't have a whole lot of respect for Acar, after all, and didn't much like talking to him.<br>"Affirmative..."<br><br>After a few moments, he spoke again.<br>"I hope that you're ready to fight, Colonel... I get the feeling that our Guard Dogs are about to be put down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 07:46:30</strong>
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				At the conclusion of Sam's turn on watch, he made ready with his six-shot missile cannister, situating it on the vertical struts of the back-rack.&nbsp; Once that was done, he followed Samson's order to try and rest, even though it would be a lot easier said than done.&nbsp; That cave gave Sam the creeps.<br><br>Sleep he did, though, his short dip into slumber haunted by disjointed images of old comrades in GM suits screaming in pain and the last seconds of life before the vaccuum of space took them.&nbsp; Sam's own terror at being shot at, repeatedly, where one more round could've vented his own cockpit module to space, and the eternal wait for rescue.<br><br>His eyes snapped open before he screamed in his sleep, and he quickly regained himself, keeping his wits about him.&nbsp; His open cockpit kept him relatively cool, and his rest period was just about to end as the group prepared to wander into the cave.<br><br><hr><br>When the team was jumped, Sam's trpidation about entering the cave vanished.&nbsp; Now, all he knew was the job, and for him, the job was to eliminate the Zeon fro Earth, his Earth.<br><br>Same had had Unit Three on Low-Light and Thermal vision settings, which had the eyes of the suit glowing dimly.&nbsp; Once the Zakus had appeared, Sam's machine had locked onto it's first target, causing the eyes to flash.&nbsp; Sam's hundred-mike raised, and he fired, sending rounds downrange into the first Zeke's chest-cavity.&nbsp; "One down."&nbsp; Sam reported.<br><br>Sam was also pleased to see another pair of suits dropped by Rear-Guard, a sign that her tactical ability wasn't completely diminished by the appearance of the creepy mo-fo from their previous outing.&nbsp; She still had her ability, and that was just fine with Sam.&nbsp; As he locked onto another enemy suit, he smiled, thinly, glad that Isabel was functional.<br><br>"Glad to have you back, Sniper."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 18:09:58</strong>
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				Two Zakus where chipping away at the Cover That Unit one was using. Their 120mm eating away at the Rock. William boosted out from cover and brought up his 100mm. Firing a full one Second burst. He caught one of the Zakus just beneath the Cockpit. Blowing it in two without detonating the Reactor. The Remains of the Zaku crumpled to the cave floor as William ducked back behind the pillar. The Zaku's Companion falling back now that he didn't have support. Which Gave William a moment to catch his breath. He looked towards his Team mates and smiled. His Sniper's kills bolstering their Confidence as was Sam's actions. <br><br>Something caught William's eye. A shadow that moved by Unit 2. "IZZY, DUCK!" He orders over the Radio breaking his own orders breaking his own Orders of Radio Silence. William then Brought up his 100mm and fired. Stitching a line across the Chest plate, arm and Head of a Zaku II that managed to get around the parameter of the Cave towards Isabel's position. The Zaku had its heat hawk held high for the strike when William caught him. He then boosted off and Joined up with Unit 3. "How are you doing Sam?" He asked as he fired down the Firing lane. Ducking back as a volley of 120mm fire zipped past. "the Longer we stay here, the more time we give them to set up a defense further on." He growled over the radio as a Zaku Cracker exploded nearby. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 19:48:28</strong>
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				While William's machine gun fire certainly didn't destroy the Zaku, it most certainly opened up the window of opportunity that Isabel needed in order to protect herself and deal with the threat. Perhaps it was the fatigue preventing her from focusing her on anything other then the sights of her rifle, or perhaps she was just in the zone at that point, but she knew that she owed the pilot of Unit 1 her life, and she would have to repay that in kind at some point. The Zaku recoiled backwards after the fire from the other Gundam, and before it even had a chance to regain it's position or try to strike with it's axe, Gundam 02 had already gotten to it's feet and charged towards it, holding it's sniper rifle in it's off hand as her modified wrist blade flicked to life and snapped out if it's holder.<br><br>all it took was one swift strike through the chest before the Zaku crumbled down, no longer a threat to Isabel. She snapped her wrist blade back into position, and wasted no time getting into a more stable position as she simply rose her sniper rifle again and started to take aim at any open targets while standing. They knew where she was, so it wasn't safe for her to stay in one place for too long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 03:04:25</strong>
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				"Oh, I'm doin' just dandy, boss!"&nbsp; Sam said, his voice giving nothing but a joy in his words.<br><br>Sam had seen that the boss had moved off to assist Unit Two again, but Sam was only peripherally aware of this, as he was in his own element.&nbsp; For the last few moments, Sam's machine had been steadilyadvancing through the Zekes that had assembled, and there were three more suits laying on the cavern's floor, attesting to the fact that a new word could be attributed to the pilot of Unit Three:&nbsp; Swashbuckler.<br><br>"I'm thinking you're right, skipper!"&nbsp; Sam said, as he dropped another Zaku-II with his hundred-mike.&nbsp; He had to slip in behind a large stand of rock to take shelter.His current magazine was empty, and he needed to switch out, real quickly.&nbsp; "I've got some forward progress made, so bring Sniper-babe up here, and let's move!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 04:05:50</strong>
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				"Your Missile Launcher up and working?" William asked Sam as he used the Gundam's periscope to look down the Cave. "alright. On my signal, I need you to send Two missiles down Range. It doesn't matter if they hit anything or not. Just so long as it gets their heads down. I'll then Rush them. Izzy, Take out any that pop their heads up." William ordered. "Sam, As soon as I am down range, Rush up as well. I am sure they are going to try and box me in. So I am counting you, and Izzy to bail my ass out." William continued. Unit one seemed like it relaxed against the stone and took a breath. Collecting its thoughts. "Yeah, I know it is a stupid Idea, but hell, sometimes stupid works." William said with a chuckle. After taking a deep breath, Unit 1 Rolls out into the Lane. Shield raised as William charges the Zaku's. "Now Sam!" William orders. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br>Acar only acknowledged Jillian's Comment with a grunt. He knew not to completely dismiss her instincts. However, today they will get to see Acar in action. Many of his Troops didn't think he was a good pilot as he spends the majority of his time behind a desk. However, If Acar had his way. He would always Charge into battle with his Gouf. As the Three stood waiting for the foolish intruders to show up. Acar's Gouf looked like it was eager for the bloodsport. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 04:09:11</strong>
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				Isabel could do nothing but listen to William's foolhardy suggestion for how to clear the lane of Zakus so that the three Gundams could proceed. She had to admit that she rather admired his guts, it was a tactic the likes of which she was likely to see back home. Sure it was risky, but so long as he was able to put faith in his allies to get the job done, the rewards would far outweigh the risks. Truth be told, that did a lot more to make her feel comfortable and in her niche then any amount of talking or sharing ever could. She took aim, now completely in the zone and prepared to aid her comrade as he moved forward.<br><br>These two were quickly becoming very similar to her old allies, though she had absolutely no intention of letting her own naive heart get these two killed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 06:56:20</strong>
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				As Samson relayed his idea, and the subsequent orders, Sam switched his hundred-mike to the left hand of his machine, before reaching up with the right hand to grasp the large missile-launch canister on his back-rack.&nbsp; Sam ended up having to drop the hundred-mike altogehter, as the canister required the other hand to help situate, so that the targeting electronics could get a good link.<br><br>Once he was ready, Sam's suit physically nodded to Samson's, signalling that he was ready.<br><br><em>"Now Sam!"</em>&nbsp; The order came down, and Sam was ready.<br><br>Tubes One and Six had been selected, the missiles that they contained being directed to go on FAF-mode ('Fire and Forget').&nbsp; Once free of the launch tubes, the missiles would activate their own seeker-heads, and try to find targets of their own.&nbsp; The seeker heads would try to get a fix on something that would reflect on their radar, as well as give off a heat signature that their infrared package could track in on.&nbsp; The trouble was, in a place like this, there were targets a-plenty, and not all of them Zekes.&nbsp; The cavern's walls and ceiling could get the missiles' attention all on their own.<br><br>Sam watched the smoke contrails arc away.&nbsp; "Missiles away, boss!"&nbsp; Inside of thirty seconds, Sam had the missile launcher back on the rack, and he fumbled with the hundred mike for another three seconds, before coming back around to join his boss in the fight.&nbsp; Sam was even surprised to see the imapct of one of his missiles into the chest of an old Zaku-I.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 22:17:18</strong>
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				The Remaining Zaku's leaned out to pick off the relatively stupid Federation pilot until they saw another poke out with a Missile Launcher. "THE FUCK!?" One Pilot Called as he ducked his Suit back down. "They're going to bring the entire cave down!" Another yelped. One of the Pilots, a newbie, piloting a Third Generation Zaku I. didn't react in time. the Missile slammed home as the Body blew apart. Unit 1 continued to charge down the Lane. With the Missiles doing their Job of suppressing the enemy. as the last one arced away and to slam into the wall. One Zeke boosted up with It's Heat Hawk raised to strike. William watched as he raised his shield Intent on not stopping. On the Downward arc. Something struck the ZakuII in the chest. William assumed it was their Sniper. <br><br>Another Zaku stepped out in front of William. His 120mm gun peppering his Suit, but the shield minimizing damage. William tackled the Offending Zeke and slammed it into the Cave wall. With the suit Pinned. William rammed the Claw part of his Shield into the Guts and Cockpit of the Zeke. He twisted the claw to destroy as much as possible. In one of his Rearward Camera's, William saw a Zeke that was hiding behind a boulder raise his gun. "Sam, Bogey behind the Rock!" William called out.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 00:15:41</strong>
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				Isabel was lagging behind the two, since William and Sam were doing an incredible job of clearing out the cave without her support anyway. She kept some distance between her and the other two Gundams, and put down any Zakus that were able to avoid both the missile barrage as well as William's relentless advance. Isabel didn't imagine they had very more Zakus at this rate, since William was already most of the way through the cave tunnel, and the defenses of the Zeon forces seemed to start falling apart at the seams. She was sure that all it would take was one more push, and they would be through. Though she still didn't know what secrets laid ahead, she was sure that she would still be able to handle it, so long as her two comrades continued to fight at this level, and she continued to support them.<br><br>Isabel did not relent in her precise firing, putting down any Zaku that entered her sights, until the battle came to an end and all 3 Gundams would be able to advance.<br><br>...........................<br><br>Jillian groaned lightly, feeling the vibrations from the battle outside rock through the tunnels towards the final hangar. "Hear that, colonel? No GMs have made it in this far before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 08:25:07</strong>
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				Mere seconds after the boss had called out the warning, Sam's suit acted.<br><br>The bogey that Samson had called out was a newer Zaku-II, bringing a 120-mm gun to bear on Unit One, and it looked as if the boss was in a bad position, except...<br><br>Suddenly, the Zeke suit toppled over towards it's right side, with the cause of the awkward move immediately present as Unit Three's shoulder-and body-check brought a huge amount of weight and momentum crushing into the Zeke that wasn't even expecting it.&nbsp; Target fixation, it seemed, ruined this pilot's life.<br><br>As the pair of suits camce crashing to the cavern wall, everyone could see the missile launch-canister on Unit Three's back-rack, as well as the standard hundred-mike low on the read hip-section of the machine, in it's own shackle.&nbsp; The Gundam's hads were filled with two glowing beam-sabres, though, both of which were now prodtruding through the Zeke's cockpit area, and into the sandstone floor beneath it.<br><br>The idea was simple.&nbsp; Sam's hundred-mike was getting low, and he had just a partial clip as well as the last full one on his suit's hip.&nbsp; Rather than waste ammo in this close-quarters fighting environment, Sam simply elected to 'get close and personal', as it were.<br><br>"Target down, boss."&nbsp; Sam said, turning to find Isabel.&nbsp; "Two, how ya doin'?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 16:10:35</strong>
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				William took a moment to collect himself. Which gave Isabel time to catch up. "Alright everyone, Top off your Ammo. We're going in hot." William Ordered. Releasing the Magazine on his 100mm, William swaps it with a fresh one from his Gundam's Side Skirt. In all the excitement, the Communication hard line back to the Truck go severed. With a sigh, William jettisoned the now useless spool. It will make his Gundam lighter and handle better. "Ok, Lets get this over with." He Ordered. Charging down the last Tunnel. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------<br><br>An almost maniacal grin spread across Acar's face. He could feel the Vibrations from the destruction of the Zakus suits. "It would seem we are not going to face the usual rabble this time." Acar commented over the radio. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The Three Gundams burst into the Final Chamber. At First everything was surprisingly quiet. Unit 1 took some Cautionary steps into the Cavernous chamber. They could hear a dull Thrumming sound as something huge seemed to be moving around. Huge Flood lights were shinning down and illuminating the Cavern and a singular object. Upon Closer inspection, the team saw a massive serpent like object. It was forcing it's way thru the rock and earth. Upon closer inspection it was found to be a large tunneling/infiltration mobile armor. "Holy shit. The intel folks were actually right for once!" Samson stated over the Radio. <br><br>"It would seem we have some rats scurrying around in the dark." A familiar voice dripping with arrogance called from some unseen hiding spot. The team instantly went into a defensive posture. looking around, Samson spotting something on a ledge just above them. "Damn Feddy Scum, You took my family's birth right, Now you will try and take Zeon's hope to destroy Jaburo. No, Earth Filth. For today you face the "Sheik of the Sands" Colonel Muhammad Ahmed Acar!" Acar declared. William growled as he Recognized the Suit and the arrogant pilot. <br><br>"My, someone is sure full of himself. Particularly since the last we met, You were running away." William growled back. Acar's face twisted in rage as he recognized the voices and suits. It was those three Gundams that had been giving him and his pilots such a hard time. "STAND AND DIE!" Acar roared as he launched his suit into Combat. The Heat sabre of his Gouf glowing white hot in the Cavern. "Sam, Izzy. Keep an eye out for others. I am sure this bastard ain't alone." William ordered. William charged forward to meet Acar. His 100mm Machine Gun blazing away, but Acar and his Gouf moved as one. It was so fluid and natural. The Gouf evading the bursts of deadly gun fire. If anyone had any doubts about Acar's piloting ability. They were firmly Laid to Rest. <br><br>Almost too Fast, Acar was upon Unit One. William brought the Gun up, but the Gouf's Heat saber sliced clean through it. Causing the Ammo box to detonate. The Force of the explosion causing Unit 1 to topple onto its back. "There, your proper place. In the dirt, like the filth you are." Acar gloated. "This Coming from a Man, Piloting a Purple mobile suit." Samson Mocked. That comment infuriated Acar. "Purple is the color of Royalty! Like I should expect a low class peasant like you to know that." He spat back. Acar raised the Heat Saber and held it like an Icepick, and&nbsp; began stabbing at Samson who kept rolling his suit out of the way.&nbsp; After a few rolls, Samson quickly changed directions back into Acar's suit. Using the momentum he thrusted the claw of his shield at the the leg of the Gouf to cripple it. Acar saw this coming and managed to boost out of way, but not before Samson sheared the armor from the front of the knee section away. Muhammad's boost gave Samson enough time to get his suit standing up again. <br><br>"My, rat. you certainly have some fight in you. not like the last ones. they died too easily. They didn't even make it this deep so that I, and my best pilots had the pleasure of ending their lives." Acar taunted. Bringing his shield up. Samson tried never to take pleasure in the lives he took. Killing was a horrible thing. However, to hear Acar gloat about killing others. It made William's blood boil. the Gundam reached for its Beam saber which was housed on the side of the knees. It's Pinkish-red blade glowing defiantly. "Oh ho. A rat thinks himself a warrior. To dare to cross blades with me." Acar sneered. "Shut up you arrogant ass! How can anyone take pleasure in killing?" William snapped. The Two distinctly aware that their conversation was being heard by everyone else. "you would lecture me on killing. How many Zeons have you killed in the name of your ideals?" Acar retorted. Both Suits poised ready for the strike. "More than enough, and if i never have to kill again. it's fine with me." William Growled. Unit One staring down the Purple Gouf standing about a 100 feet away. <br><br>"Blood and Ideals. In Human history. One is never achieved without spilling the other." Acar Lectured. As much as William hated to admit it. Acar had a point. It seemed Ideals and the shedding of blood went hand in hand. "Come! Let us dance!" Acar challenged. Samson thrust the Gundam's throttles forward. Beam saber raised. Muhammad followed suit, his heat saber drawn back for a strike. the swords of the two leviathans clashed with sparks flying. The heat resistant properties of the Heat saber made it difficult for the Beam saber to cut thru it. At first it seemed like a stalemate, but the Gundam was quickly making headway with it's superior strength. The Gouf's feet where sliding back on the cavern floor. "What!? I am being pushed back?" Acar growled in disbelief. Muhammad threw a punch that shook the Gundam, causing the swords to slip. Muhammad's saber sliced Samson's shield from the suit's forearm. Samson's beam saber gouged the Gouf's left shoulder clean off. Both severed items falling to the floor with a heavy thud. Muhammad boosted back and away. Growling as he prepared another strike. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 16:39:45</strong>
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				Once the initial fighting was over, Isabel moved quickly to catch up with her allies at the far end of the hallway. When Sam asked his question concerning how things were going on her end, she simply let out a small sigh of relief and confirmed that everything was okay before she continued to make her way through the tunnel alongside her two allies. On the way down, she checked her ammo and realized that she was halfway through her last clip, meaning that she would have to rely mostly on close quarters combat for most of the next fight. She was sure that she would be alright though, as long as she kept her head in the game and didn't do anything to endanger herself or her allies.<br><br>....<br><br>When the three Gundams arrived in the final chamber, Gundam 2 was almost immediately targeted by a Dom that charged headlong towards it, grappling with the Gundam and forcing Isabel away from her other allies, resulting in a 1 on 1 fight between the two of them. From the cockpit of the dom came the same dark voice as before, once again taunting Isabel. "Traitor, today's the day you suffer for everything you've caused!" Isabel's eyes narrowed at that point, and she gripped her controls tighter. The shock value of the meeting had worn off, and she no longer had any intention of making herself appear weak and vulnerable to him. She wasn't going to let him get to her anymore. "You're wrong." She didn't tell him what he was wrong about though, as she simply tossed her Sniper rifle off to the side and pulled out her standard machine gun. Isabel was quick to put some distance between her and the Dom, and fire the gun rapidly in an attempt to get her opponent off balance. This didn't work, however, as the Dom simply boosted to it's left and rose the bazooka to fire it at Isabel. This was the same tactic and maneuver that it had used during their last battle though, so Isabel had little trouble predicting where the Dom would be, and she began to open fire towards that direction while also dodging the round from the Bazooka. She succeeded in doing some moderate damage to the Dom, though nothing that would seriously affect their fight just yet. Isabel's opponent was quick to react by swiftly juking from side to side once he realized that she was predicting his movements, and he fired 2 rapid fire rounds out of his bazooka, one as a 'feint' shot and the other heading towards where he figured she would dodge.<br><br>This resulted in the heavy round exploding right on Gundam 2's chest, sending it rocking backwards and slamming into the wall. "Tch."<br><br>The Dom rushed forward, pulling out it's heat blade as it attempted to stab right into the cockpit of the Gundam. Isabel, however, was a bit too agile for him. As such she threw herself off the wall and sent Gundam 2 rolling across the ground, where it was able to recover it's sniper rifle. The Dom rushed again, however, it's pilot didn't anticipate Gundam 2's signature weapon being returned to the fight, and as such it was greeted with the sight of a barrel staring right down it's main camera as it charged forward. When the Dom was at point-blank range, Isabel pulled the trigger and sent a high powered slug rocketing right into the head of the opposing Dom. This damn near took the Dom's head off, and absolutely ruined it's main camera as the force behind the slug caused heavy recoil from the thicker mobile suit, and sent it crashing down onto it's back. Now breathing rather heavily, Isabel returned to her feet and glanced around the area, seeing if she could get a quick shot into the other fights while her opponent was getting back on it's feet.<br><br>She knew that there was no way the destruction of a main camera would keep that man down for very long.<br><br>....................................................<br><br>Jillian felt somewhat sick when she realized that she was going to have to fight the Gundams again, mostly because she was worried that she would end up hesitating as she had done before. However, that didn't stop her from taking action when the chaos broke out. She snapped out her blade quickly and went for the only Gundam that wasn't already 'taken' for a fight, Gundam 3. Since both Acar and Ghost had gone their separate ways with their fights, Jillian realized that she wouldn't be able to count on a lot of help for this upcoming battle. While that meant that she was going to be taking Gundam 3 on in a 1v1 fight, the fact that she was going to be able to settle the score with her 'rival' in a completely fair fight didn't seem to brighten her up any more. "So here we are again..." Her voice didn't sound quite as energetic or lively this time, mostly because all of the things that had happened at camp, and with her leadership, had really taken a toll on her motivation and her desire to fight against these people.<br><br>Still, she couldn't back down now, not a chance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 03:44:41</strong>
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				For what felt like an eternity, Sam's eyes were focused on the huge mobile armor.&nbsp; In an instant, he'd come to realize that it wasn't techtonic shifts taht were recorded, but the residual quakes caused by this tunnel-boring monstrosity.&nbsp; Even though Sam had had his realization in a quick flach, his eyes were still glue to it, but not out of blind fascination, but more in a critica sense.&nbsp; Where would the best place be to hit it?<br><br>His hands moving the controls on their own, Sam's machine snugged it's hundred-mike back on the rear-skirt shackle, before bringing the missile canister back up and around.&nbsp; Sam had four missiles left, and he intended to use them to at least damage this thing, if not bring it down completely.&nbsp; Soon, the electronic links were made, and Sam selected the radar-lock mode, allowing the seeker-heads to center and lock on the giant armor...&nbsp; Almost...&nbsp; Almost...!<br><br>DAMMIT!<br><br>A Dom appeared in Sam's view, and right close.&nbsp; He recognized it, immediately, as one of the suits he'd face off against in the past.&nbsp; Sam's memory came to life, and he remembered the face of the girl who he handed the child off to.&nbsp; Pretty, to be sure, but still a Zeke.<br><br>"Samn it, get the hell out of my way."&nbsp; Sam said, as he lowered the canister.&nbsp; It was a ridiculous thing to say, but Sam had allowed himself to become target-fixated, centering all his attention on the huge Mobile Armor, and that made him blind to other dangers.&nbsp; If he lived through this fight, he'd have regrets, later.<br><br>Unit three let the canister drop to the cavern floor, and quickly brought the hundred-mike machine gun backaround, swinging it quickly at the Dom as Sam brought up the sheild to guard against an attack.&nbsp; Sam fired a quick burst, to buy himself a second or two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 05:17:41</strong>
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				Jillian wasted no time charging forward towards Gundam 3 when it cursed at her and told her to get out of the way. With a heat rod firmly in hand, she swung forward and struck out towards the shield that had been extended to block her attack. "You know that I can't do that, this place is important to us." She was having regrets about actually having to fight this battle, however, she knew that if she didn't fight, that Zeon soldiers would suffer the consequences of her actions. Besides, this massive monster would be able to bring a swift and decisive end to the war, as without Jaburo, a great deal of the federation's forces both on earth and in space would be severely crippled in terms of command structure and communications. They would win the war, and then people wouldn't have to die anymore. That was Jillian's mindset as she charged into battle to defend the massive metal creature that Zeon engineers had poured so much blood sweat and tears into.<br><br>She was going to make Sam pay attention to her, and she was going to make him fight. "Now come on! To get to that thing, you gotta go through me!"<br><br>...........................................<br><br>The battle between the Dom and Gundam 2 continued at a ruthless and never ending tempo of conflict. The moment that Isabel turned away in order to aid her allies, she suddenly felt the rushing force of an enemy tackle as Ghost had gotten his Dom back up to it's feet WAY faster then Isabel expected, and now Isabel was parted from her weapon of choice again. This time, her opponent was taking no chances as it fired a swift round from it's bazooka at the sniper rifle, causing it to burst into a small fireball, before he turned it towards her. Isabel was quick to counterattack, however, as she pulled out the Gundam's 100mm Machine gun and quickly opened fire right into the barrel of the Bazooka. This caused a MUCH larger explosion to erupt then the one that had consumed Isabel's sniper rifle, and now not only was the Dom's bazooka out of the picture, but it's entire right shoulder was blasted to pieces.<br><br>However, in the chaos of having it's arm ruined, Ghost's dom blasted forward and swung a heat saber right towards Isabel, an attack that she was only just barely able to avoid, and even then, she damn near lost her entire left arm because of the slash. Now she was regretting not having a better close quarters loadout, as Gundam 2 wasn't equipped with any sort of shield, due to the fact that a long range unit would likely never need one, and her commander seemed to love going through shields like some women liked to go through shoes. Still, she did her best to make lemonade out of lemons as she swiftly snapped out the pivot blade on her right arm and snapped it out in a swift strike. This time, however, her opponent was ready for it, and the Dom's heat blade ran right through Isabel's right arm from the elbow down. Inside Gundam 2's cockpit, Isabel let out a small shout of dismay as she was rocked backwards from the force of the follow up attack, a direct ram forward intended to put Gundam 2 on it's back and put it in a position to be finished off, since it wouldn't be able to get back up at this point.<br><br>Blessedly, Isabel ended up ramming against a wall, and she was able to move quickly in order to avoid the follow up slash that came from her opponent. "This isn't looking good... don't have a whole lot of options here." Isabel's breathing started to get more intense as the evasion went on, the battle between her and Ghost being little more then a game of Cat and Mouse at this point, as Isabel no longer had any way to defend herself, with both of her arms being out of commission. Still, she was doing an incredible job of evading all of Ghost's attacks, all while trying desperately to come up with some sort of counterattack. "I guess there's always that option... don't have a whole lot of choice this time."<br><br>Isabel began leading Ghost along, realizing that he saw the battle as won, and was now just desperately trying to finish her off despite her evasions, and with each and every strike of the heat blade that she avoided, he was growing more and more frustrated, something that she could use to her advantage. "That's right... This is my only option..." Isabel opened up a small panel off to the right of the Gundam's control console, inside was a large lever with black and yellow stripes. After gulping down a bit of air to prepare herself for what she was about to do, as well as get Ghost into position, Isabel was ready to make her move.<br><br>During one slash where Gundam 2's back was up against a wall, Isabel quickly juked around behind Ghost's dom, far faster then she had avoided before, and she suddenly activated full thrusters and rammed Gundam 2 forward into the Dom, slamming the two of them against a wall. "This is it. Traitor or not, this ends here." With that, Isabel steeled herself and pulled the switch, starting a countdown within the cockpit of Gundam 2. Ghost, realizing what was happening as soon as the shoulder ram came, tried to push Gundam 2 off of his Dom, but to no avail, his single arm simply didn't have the strength to move the Federation giant.<br><br>About 15 seconds later, Gundam 2 exploded, causing a gargantuan fireball to consume both it and the Dom it was pinning down, both Mobile suits being evaporated into nothingness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 17:40:40</strong>
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				Even if Samson wanted to, He couldn't go to his Sniper's aid. He was too involved with the Gouf to be of any assistance. Acar and his one armed mobile suit stood between him and his Sniper. He could only watch the last few moments of Unit 2's existence, helpless. "IZZY!" William roared, though it did sound a bit tinny over His suits speakers. Unit 2 and the enemy Dom going up in a blaze. In William's mind, it was his worst fear coming to life. The loss of his first "Man" as a commander. As the deafening roar of the explosion subsided, Another sound took its place. Laughter, a deep guttural laughter that dripped in condescension and arrogance. It seemed to rubble in the Cavern along with the Thrumming of the massive machinery. "Pathetic, truly Pathetic. To lose one's head over the loss of a single worthless pilot. What a Fool you are. Though, I must thank you. You Rats did rid me of a thorn in my side. <em>He</em> was such an arrogant ass. I am glad to be rid of him." Acar Gloated. It even seemed that the Gouf was laughing as well. "Well that is one Rat crushed. Two more to go."<br><br>All the While, William sat in his cockpit. his limbs trembling in rage. Acar was laughing at him cause he cared about his team mates. Will's tendons creaked and popped as he squeezed his controls. "Why?" He seethed. "Why did she not use her Chest Vulcan, Her Multi-Launcher?" He continued. All the While Acar's Laugh echoed in his cockpit. "I'll KILL YOU!" William declared as he thru his boosters to maximum and charged Acar's Gouf. His Beam saber raised to strike. Acar grinned as he hunkered the Gouf down to resist the charge. "Come at me, you fithy rat. COME AT ME AND DIE!" He roared in satisfaction. As Unit 1 quickly closed the distance. <br><br>At the Last Minute, Unit 1 suddenly jinx's to Acar's Right and rebounds off of a boulder. Using the Mobile suit's legs to push off the rock. Adding more force to his Charge. Acar was not expecting that move. He had expected William to continue to charge straight in, not to jinx like he has. Acar couldn't get his Gouf turned in time when he struck Hard by Unit 1. The tackle literally sent Acar's Gouf flying through the air and slammed against wall. His armor cracked, the Gouf was in Terrible shape. System warnings and alarms lit up the screen. Acar growled as his only course of action was to Retreat. "So you are that Angry your pilot was taken from you. How bout you join him in Hell!" Acar exclaimed as he activated the Base's self Destruct. It would be big enough to take out the Mobile armor and everything in the Cavern. "Jillian, Retreat now! I activated the base's fail Safe." Acar ordered as he boosted off to a nearby Ledge. "COME BACK HERE!" William demanded, but The Gouf was already gone. "FUCK!" He roared. William quickly turned Unit 1 to support Unit 3 and his fight. The Two Gundams now facing against One Dom. Unit One's beam saber glowing menacingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 02:02:04</strong>
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				Sam had one clip left.&nbsp; The problem was, the girl in the Zeke Dom-suit was eating up, even though Sam was trying like hell to be cautious, keeping his bursts to the absolute minimum.&nbsp; She was just that damned good.<br><br>"Girl, I swear, if you don't settle down and let me get a shot off..."&nbsp; Sam said, but didn't get to complete his thought.&nbsp; IT was at that moment that the roof caved in.<br><br>'The Roof', in this case, wasn't literal, but for all the impact it had, it could've been.&nbsp; Sam heard the explosion, even through the armored skin of his machine.&nbsp; At the exact same moment, his IFF reciever showed one less friendly target on his screen.&nbsp; Sam saw the Boss's suit was still in operation, and so that meant...<br><br>"Sniper!"&nbsp; Sam called out, knowing there would be no answer, but still needing to call out to her.&nbsp; "Isabel, dammit!&nbsp; Answer me!"<br><br>AS he did this, Sam's machine kept dodging and backing from blows being delivered by the Dom and it's heat-staff.&nbsp; Sam's shield was up, but it's condition was not even close to factory-spec.&nbsp; The heat staff had smashed into it many, many times, and it's crumpled facade was nearly wrapped around the left forearm of the Gundam.<br><br>"Fuck it!"&nbsp; Sam snarled, as he dropped the hundred-mike.&nbsp; Unit Three dropped to a knee, where it grabbed the hit of a beam-sabre being extended from another knee.&nbsp; Then, with it in hand, Sam's machine brought it's face around to look directly at the Dom, it's green eyes flashing, the purple-pink glow of the sabre adding an eery visage to the Federation machine.<br><br>"Okay, lady."&nbsp; Sam said, cooly, over an open frequency.&nbsp; "You got one of us, and now it's time to pay that tab.&nbsp; You die."<br><br>The thrusters on the back of Sam's machine ignited, throwing Unit Three into a forward lunge.&nbsp; Sam brought the blade of the beam sabre up, intending to grasp the weapon with both hands, and bring it down on the Dom, as if the Gundam itself was some Samuari warrior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 04:35:14</strong>
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				Jillian froze when she felt the explosion run through the facility, and she looked over to see one of the Gundams, as well as the Dom containing Ghost, being consumed in a massive fireball that rocked the entire facility. "..." She listened to the way that the other two reacted to the loss of her comrade, and she couldn't help but feel a small wrenching guilt running through her stomach even though she only met the two of the others for a single passing moment. Still, she had much greater problems on her hands a few moments later when Acar said that he had activated the facility's fail-safe, and he ran away while leaving Jillian to try and stand her ground against two angry Gundams who were lusting for vengeance. "W-wait!!!" Jillian felt like she was about to throw up, since she knew that if she remained in this facility for too much longer, both her and the other two Gundams would be killed, and there was nothing she could do about it, since she had little chance of getting away from two opponents.<br><br>She was able to avoid the first lunge forward, though it was quick, and Jillian was so distracted, that she ended up taking some shoulder damage anyway. She spoke through the speakers after she was done with her small yelp of dismay from the rocking in her cockpit. "Hold on, this building is about to self-destruct! If we don't leave, all of us are going to die..." She took a breath before she straightened her Dom up, tossing her bazooka off to the side. "I... I'm not ready to die here, I surrender... I'll put down my weapons and do whatever the hell you ask, just please, get us out of here before the whole place comes down."<br><br>................................................................................................<br><br>Through the hallways of the facility connected to the bunker, through the offices just outside the massive bay, through out the entirety of the evacuated facility that was completely emptied upon the first signs of conflict, the sounds of small arms fire could be heard erupting out and piercing the otherwise eerie silence. Isabel and Ghost understood one another far better then any regular people ever could, as such, both of them had evacuated from their mobile suits and gotten away from the blast range well before the destruction of their giant steel weapons, and now an entirely different battle was taking place between the two of them. Ghost was hellbound on getting his revenge, and Isabel understood that the only way he was never going to let her just walk out of this place, if she wanted to leave, he would need to die.<br><br>This was quite possibly the most tense moment of Isabel's entire life, as she watched every corner and turn carefully, picking her moves between the hallways and rooms of the facility with the utmost of care to make sure she wasn't going to be walking into Ghost's sights. The sounds of gunfire were rare, as both sides were doing everything they could to conserve their ammo, as the first one to run out of their clip was most certainly slated for death at the hands of the opposition. Before the firefight could come to an end, Isabel's head jerked upwards as sirens started erupting all over the place, and she heard the sounds of laughter coming from Ghost, who was closer then she expected, most certainly. "Do you hear that, Traitor? Those alarms signify that the entire facility is now in self-destruct mode... Even if you kill me, it's impossible for you to get out of here in 5 meager minutes, you're going to die in here rather you win or not."<br><br>Isabel shuddered, not wanting to believe Ghost. "We're in the same situation."<br><br>Ghost simply laughed, louder and heavier then before, though he didn't say anything as he came out into the open for the first time since the firefight, and he took a few quick shots at Isabel, since she was hiding against the wall to his right. Isabel tucked and rolled as soon as she saw him appear, and as soon as she hit the ground she fired back, one swift shot aimed right for his chest, but he was gone before the bullet could meet it's mark. Isabel moved quickly to chase Ghost, now using the sounds of the alarms to cover up her footsteps as she advanced. While chasing Ghost, Isabel ducked behind corners carefully, only popping up for a few instants to see if he was there. This succeeded in baiting Ghost into firing several pointless rounds into the walls, so that Isabel gained the advantage of ammo as the chase went on. Blessedly, Ghost eventually ran himself into a corner, a dead end where he would not be able to run away anymore. Isabel came to a stop in front of him, lifting her handgun towards him while still standing several feet away so that he couldn't try to pull anything funny.<br><br>He simply grinned at her. "Three minutes and thirty seconds, the clock is ticking, traitor."<br><br>Isabel was sick of hearing him call her a traitor, and as such, that was the last thing that Ghost was able to say before Isabel pulled the trigger several times, and she filled his chest full of holes. "Mathis..." She stood there for a solemn moment, realizing that trying to get out of this facility in 3 minutes was going to be damn near impossible, even the Gundams were going to have a hell of a time making it if they left right at the 5 minute mark. Still, she had survived a few self-destruct explosions before, and she would make damn sure that this one was no different.<br><br>This one was gonna be a bit tricky though...<br><br>Isabel bolted away from the corpse of her past comrade, and started rushing through the halls of the facility again. With Mathis dead and this facility going down, Isabel allowed her heart to fill with hope for the future, a future where she survived this seemingly hopeless situation... No, she couldn't think like that, she was a Mandred warrior, she thrived in making miracles happen. She would worry about getting into contact with her allies later, for now, survival was the only thing that mattered.<br><br>She wanted to live.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 14:50:49</strong>
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				William instantly stopped his suit when he heard the Pilot speak. However, Sam didn't seem to hear as he launched his attack. "Sam, Stand down!" William ordered. William moved Unit 1 next to Unit 3. The Pilot of the Dom continued speak. Saying that the place was about to blow, and that she surrenders. To add validity to her claim. She tossed the Bazooka aside as it landed hard against the packed earth of the cavern floor. No matter how Angry William was. He would never stoop to killing a surrendering soldier. Particularly one he knows to be an Honorable one. "Dismount your Mobile suit and discard any and all weaponry" William ordered. "Sam, Secure the prisoner, I'll cover you." William told to Unit 3. William watched the Zeon prisoner carefully as Sam searched her and restrained her. William wanted to get the hell out of there. He had no doubts that the Zeon was telling the true. Considering how quickly she surrendered, and how quickly her leader fled. If the situation had been reversed. William would have been the one remaining behind to hold off the enemy while Sam and Izzy made their escape. Which only reaffirmed how much a worthless piece of shit, Acar is. Though, William had to admit he was a damn good Mobile suit pilot. <br><br>"Ok, Get yourself and the Prisoner back to the Surface. I am going to see if I can find any sign of Izzy." William called as he moved Unit 1 into a trot. He didn't even stop when He was called out too. "I am not leaving anyone behind! At the very least, I am bringing a body back to Bury. Now I told you to get moving." William ordered. He slows Unit 1 down to a walk and finally stops when he arrives at the hulks of the two fried Mobile suits. He moves to reach for Unit 2's cockpit when he notices that the cockpits of both suits were open and there was nothing inside. "Did she get vaporized?" He asked. hoping to God that wasn't the case. Scanning the area, he finds two sets of foot prints leading way from the Suits and towards the buildings. William steps Unit 1 over the two husks and moves to the building. As he approaches, his external Mics pick up the sound of Small arms fire. "Izzy!" William gasps as he moves his Gundam towards the building. It was a fair distance away. Even for the Gundam, but William was determined to save his Teammate. As Unit 1 approached the Building, Siren's began to blare. Signalling the last 5 minutes in the Count down. "Shit, that can't be good." William growled. <br><br>Once he arrived at the building, William thought on the best course of action. Possible to dismount and Enter, but that would take too much Time. The Flashing yellow Lights and alarms constantly screaming their warning that time was running out and fast. He shook his head and manipulated the Controls. Unit 1 reached down and literally tore the Roof off the place. Tossing it aside, he scanned the interior of the building. "Izzy?!" William called out. He quickly picked up some movement in one of the Hallways. William couldn't believe it. It was Isabel. "Izzy!" He shouted in excitement. A wave of relief and joy washed over William. Isabel seemed alright. "Come on, we got to get the hell out of here." He said as he lowered the Gundam's hand for her to climb into. Crushing the walls as the armored hand lay on the ground in front of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 00:02:30</strong>
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				Searching and restraining the 'prisoner', such as it was, turned out to be a quick pat-down and the removal of her side-arm.&nbsp; Under other sircumstances, Sam might have gotten something of a thrill from running his hands all along the girl's body, but with the treat of millions of tons of sandstone coming down around him, Sam wasn't in any mood for thrills.<br><br>Still, he had his orders, and the Dom pilot was still in the palm of his suit's hand.&nbsp; Sam had to get her out, as well as himself.&nbsp; Normally (that is, if she weren't a Zeon), Sam would've just had her slimb in back of his command seat, but that wasn't possible.&nbsp; He had to improvise.<br><br>"Keep your head down, and stay low."&nbsp; Sam said, quickly.&nbsp; "I'll keep us safe."<br><br>With that, Sam re-boarded his suit's cockpit, and closed the hatch.&nbsp; Once that was done, he dropped the wrecked claw-sheild, as well as his hundred-mike, and brought the other hand of his suit up and over the first, creating a small-ish, armored enclosure for the enemy pilot.<br><br>"Here we go."&nbsp; Sam said, over the loudspeaker.&nbsp; With his suit's hands loosely cupped around her, Sam took the prisoner out of the cavern, along the way they'd come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 01:19:01</strong>
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				Jillian sighed lightly as she dismounted from her Dom at the requests of the Gundam commander. Truth be told, she thought that they were wasting very precious time by going through the formalities of patting her down and taking away her handgun, something she really wasn't planning on using at this point anyway. Still, she lifted her arms above her head and resigned herself to the search. At the very least, Sam kept his grip rather professional and serious, though she highly doubted that he would get a rise out of putting his hands on her in such a desperate time of urgency. When all was said and done, Jillian climbed up into the hand of the Gundam, completely disarmed, and waited for him to get her out. "So what exactly are you= AAACK!!!!!" She hit the ground and wrapped her arms tightly around one of the Gundam's fingers as Sam took off, her eyes slamming shut as she felt the rush of wind overtake her. She had gotten such a thrill out of piloting the dom at speeds far faster then this, but when there wasn't several tuns of steel blocking her from the wind, everything felt far faster and more intense.<br><br>..............................................<br><br>Isabel had only just uncovered something that likely would have gone on to be her Salvation, a series of underground shelters designed to protect the staff from the failsafe functions in case everything went wrong. Were it not for the timely arrival of her CO, she'd likely have made her way to the nearest shelter, which was only just around the corner, and holed up until after the explosion. Still, seeing Gundam 01 appear and tear apart all the walls that stood in her way was an absolute blessing, and hearing the joy in William's voice as she was uncovered caused her heart to warm just a bit. For a moment, all she could do was stare in surprise, that he had put himself at risk just for the sake of possibly seeing her alive again, he had no guarantee that she had even survived her Gundam's explosion... "U-understood, sir."<br><br>She ran as quickly as she could, climbing up into Gundam 1's hand and seating herself down carefully. "Be fast, sir... we don't have a lot of time."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 02:21:37</strong>
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				"I hear ya Izzy." William stated as he raised the Gundam's hand. He opened his cockpit so that Izzy could climb in. As he brought the Gundam's hand as close to his chest as possible. William stood up and held out his arms. "Jump! I'll catch you!" He shouted. He swallowed hard as he watched her jump from the Gundam's hand to the cockpit. Wrapping his arms around her as he caught her. "Ok, you're safe. Now, lets make like a bread truck and haul buns!" William stated as he closed the canopy and threw the throttle full open. Unit 01 instantly launched into a dead sprint. As they neared the exit to the main chamber, the explosives began to go off. "Shit." WIlliam hissed as he leaned into the controls. "Come one Baby," He coaxed as the room began to quake.<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Outside, Allenby and Jared were wondering what to do. They lost communications shortly after the team entered the cavern. Though she could still pick them up on the Sonar until they closed in on the sound of the machinery, then their footsteps were drowned out. "What do we do, Sarge?" Jared whined. He didn't like the idea of being out in the middle of nowhere to be picked off by zekes. Allenby strained at her headphones, but the whining of her driver was grating on her nerves. "WILL YOU SHUT UP! I CAN"T HEAR WITH YOU WHINING!" She shouted. Jared clammed up as he continued to watch for trouble with the Gatling gun. Allenby strained, closing her eyes in concentration. "I...I hear something....Footsteps....fast pace....A MS running....Its a Gundam, but I only hear one." she said. "One?!" Yelped Jared. "That is not good man. Did they get the others!?" Jared continued. "I swear if you don't shut up, I am going to duct tape you shut!" Allenby threatened. A moment later Sam and Unit two appeared out of the tunnel. Allenby ran out and shouted up at the Mobile suit. "WHERE IS THE LT?" <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The quakes were steadily getting worse as Unit 1 ran through the tunnels. William turned on the Gundam's spot lights to help see. "Almost there, Izzy." William called back. the Quakes forced William to slow down so as to not topple the giant war machine. They pasted the last chamber just as the tunnel crumbled behind them. It was a very good thing that William came back for Isabel. Otherwise she would have been buried alive. They reached the mouth of the last tunnel up. "Hold on tightly" He said as he hit the switch to activate his boosters. Unit 1 flew up the last tunnel. WIlliam gritting his teeth as the soft night sky could be seen. In his rear view camera, he saw the tunnel collapsing just behind them. "Almost there." William said as the fuel gauge for his boosters steadily dropped and then began to flash as he is exhausted the fuel of his boosters.&nbsp; However, It gained them the speed needed to escape. They literally burst out of the tunnel just as it collapsed behind them. Unit 1 stumbling to a stop.<br><br>Once William managed to get the Gundam under control, he threw a bright smile back to Isabel. The large scar on his face scrunching up as he did that. The very next moment, he slumped over the Controls and let out a loud sigh of relief. "Sweet Zombie Jesus, I don't ever want to do that again. That scared the shit out of me!" He said. Popping his canopy for some fresh air.&nbsp; <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>A distance away, Acar over looks the Rift Valley. Its feature forever changed as a huge section literally sinks down into the cavernous hold he was just in. Growling, he punches a section of his cockpit. "DAMNIT!" He roared. as he looked over the landscape, something was picked up on his camera. Zooming in, he saw it was one of the Gundams, and he had something in his hand. It was Jillian Ashfeld. "Damn fool got captured." He growled. He didn't even stick around to see the other one exit. He opened up his comms to contact the base. "This is Acar, I need pick up at my location. Operation: Jörmungandr is a failure. Jillian Ashfeld as also been captured by the enemy. Acar out." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 06:43:01</strong>
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				When Sam's suit exited the tunnel's entrance, Sam's velocity was such that a skidding stop was unavoidable.&nbsp; Even though the slowing and stopping of unit three wasn't the most graceful, some would say it had it's won style, as Sam brought the Gundam mobile suit slowly dropped to a knee to allow the knee-armor's three studs to act as additional breaking assitance.<br><br>As the machine slowed, and ultimately stopped, Sam's attention was finely tuned on the machine's hands, which he monitored carefully.&nbsp; He had a eke in there, or more appropriately, an enemy pilot who'd just surrendered to him.&nbsp; Again, Sam thought that if the circumstance were different (Yeah, if there wasn't a fucking war!), he might've found the girl attractive, even going so far as to ask her out.&nbsp; Not now, though.&nbsp; She was considered the enemy, and Sam had much more pressing things to think about, like the aftershocks reverberating through the Rift valley, after a huge section of it sunk further into the Earth.<br><br>Finally, though, the aftershocks were over, and Sam felt safe enough to lift the top hand of his suit, to check on his captive.<br><br>"You okay, lady?"&nbsp; Sam asked, not really knowing what else to say, or how to even say it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 06:57:21</strong>
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				When the rampage from Gundam 3 finally came to an end, and the hand descended towards the ground to expose Jillian to the outside air, the Redhead just about collapsed and sighed deeply, simply catching her breath for a few moments before she glanced up to see Sam waiting for him and asking if she was alright. Naturally, she was rather surprised by the fact that he was actually asking about rather or not she was okay, something she didn't expect in the slightest. She coughed gently, rising to her feet and nodding up at him. "Yeah, I'm just fine." Truth be told she felt rather dirty right now, having surrendered to the federation without actually putting up a fight. Still, if she HAD stayed and fought, odds were that she'd have ended up dead in that facility. "Anyway... what happens now?"<br><br>She wasn't familiar with what federation soldiers did with Zeon prisoners, and she would be lying if she said that she wasn't at least a little nervous about it. Regardless, she'd put on a brave face and simply keep her head up, since acting sad and defeated simply wasn't in her nature.<br><br>....................................<br><br>Isabel smiled a little, and couldn't help&nbsp; but let out a tiny giggle when her CO talked about how he never wanted to go through something like that again. "I would have to agree with you on that one, sir." With that, she started to slip off of the Gundam's hand so that she could stretch a bit. She felt bad, that she had to destroy her Gundam in that facility in order to defeat her enemy, but what was done was done, she figured. When William also dismounted,&nbsp; should he decide to do so, she'd simply walk up to him with her head down and her gaze averted. "And sir... I- I'm sorry about what happened in there, but there was no way for me to let you know that I evaded that explosion, and Mathis... I couldn't ignore him..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 18:03:44</strong>
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				William knelt the Gundam down by Unit 3. Using the Hand to help Isabel dismount. William following shortly after, riding the Cable down. He stepped off and began to stretch his Joints. "ahh, much better." He said as his shouldered popped. since he gotten stressed from all the excitement, the large scar on the left side of his face seemed to show as bright pink to an almost dark purple. from the heightened blood pressure. It also caused it to itch. Bringing his hand up, he began to scratch it when he saw Isabel approach. Her head hung low. She apologized for incident in the Cavern. Her eyes downcast as well as her head. William put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. "You're safe, Izzy. That is all that matters to me. That you and Sam are safe and we are going home. So cheer up. They can always replace a Mobile suit, but they can never replace you." He said before releasing her chin. "Now, let see about our guest." He said as he started over were Sam and the Zeon prisoner were. <br><br>As William approached the very first words out of his mouth were very similar to Sam's. "Are you Ok, Miss?". Granted, she was a zeon and their prisoner, but she was a human being as well. "Allenby, look over our guest for any injuries. Sorry, Miss just standard procedure. you may of suffered some injure you are not aware of." William explained. Allenby nodded as she grabbed a Field Medical Pack and approached Jillian to look her over. Jared approached William as Allenby looked over Jillian. "Boss, that is a Zeke. Why are you treating her so...nice?!" Jared asked not caring if the Zeke could hear him. "Jared, I going let you in on something my Father told me once when I was very little. "Today's Enemy is Tomorrow's ally. Today's Ally is tomorrow's enemy." Do you know what he meant by that?" William asked. Jared simply shook his head. "He meant that there are no true Enemies. Just soldiers fighting for Ideals. Sometimes their Ideals match and they fight together. Other times they clash and fight each other." William explained. However, the blank stare from Jared told him that he wasn't following. William let out a sigh. "Yes, she is our Enemy, but she is also a human being. Considering how she conducted herself with us in the past. I say she has earned our respect." He stated with a bit more edge to his voice. A very perceptible tone that stated he would not tolerate any shinanegins on the walk back. Allenby finished her examination and handed Jillian a canteen. "Drink, it is water. It going to get very hot soon." She cautioned.&nbsp; <br><br>The Sun was already climbing quickly in the sky, and with it the Temperature. "Alright, We'll bed down for 6 hours before we start back, I know we are all eager to get back, but it won't do to wear ourselves out in the process. Standard watch procedures. I"ll take first watch. Y'all get some rest. Izzy, when it is your turn, you'll us Unit 1 as well." William ordered. William moved off to mount Unit 01 again. Since he lost both his shield and his 100mm, William assembled the 180mm cannon as Jillian was led to the Hover truck. There she was attached to a Rail over one of the couches in the back. Though she was restrained. She was given enough slack so that she could lay down comfortably if she wished. It just prevented her from Moving too much away from the couch. William rose Unit 1 and moved to get a good vantage point. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Back at the Zeon base, news spread like wildfire of Jillian's Capture. She, Along with Catrina, were two of the most popular people on base. The were very positive Role models to the younger soldiers. The news also fell upon a set of youthful ears. Lucille was in shock when she heard. Running, she rushed to the hospital to see Catrina. The Pilot had awoken up the previous day much to the Delight of Lucille. Since then, Lucille spent all her free time with her big sister. Her nanny, Emma, always ensuring she keeps to her studies. <br><br>However, today when Lucille visited Catrina, her face wasn't the glowing happy one she normally wore when she saw Catrina. She looked very worried. As soon as Lucille looked at her Big Sister she sprints across the room and hugs her tightly. "I..(sniff) Heard that Big Sis, Jilly got captured...(snuffle)."&nbsp; Lucille stammered as she tried to hold back her tears. after a moment, she looked up at Catrina. "they said it was the "White Mobile Suits" That got her. D-do you think it is those nice ones?" Lucille asked. Hoping beyond hope that it was. She was referring to the Gundams that Captured her and treated her and Emma nicely and then turned around and gave them back to the Zeons. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 04:06:28</strong>
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				Sam made a slow go of dismounting Unit 3,due more to his exhaustion than anything else.&nbsp; He wasn't so afraid of the team's new 'guest', since he could see that the sensor-truck crew had her covered with the top-mount vulcan.&nbsp; No, Sam was recovering.<br><br>The idea of a million tons of sandstone dropping onto him, eternally encasing him in a Gundam-type Mobile Suit, well...&nbsp; that just didn't settle with Sam too well.&nbsp; He'd spent time in space, had his GM suit shot up horribly, and been adrift fro two days in the cockpit of that suit, orbiting Earth before an SAR flight found him.&nbsp; Still, even though he'd been through that, the idea of being buried alive in this scrub desert, he didn't like it.<br><br>Once he was on the ground, Sam staggered his way over to the sensor truck, and liberated a fresh canteen of water.&nbsp; He needed it, since he felt like he'd sweated off twenty pounds at the control of Unit Three.<br><br>"Hey.."&nbsp; he said, to the Zeon pilot.&nbsp; "You want a drink?&nbsp; You probably should hydrate, since it's hotter than hell out here."<br><br>Sam guzzled heavilty from his canteen, and when he was done, he drizzled a bit onto his overheated head, letting the comparatively cool water take some of the heat off of him.&nbsp; Then, when he was feeling a bit better, he brought his eyes up, and finally noticed that the boss hadn't been alone on his arrival, either.<br><br>"Sniper?"&nbsp; He squalked.&nbsp; "Izabel??"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 04:19:12</strong>
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				Jillian was rather surprised with the hospitality that she was receiving even though she was technically a prisoner by their regards. Still, she was thankful for the water that Allenby provided, and she barely had enough time to finish the first canteen before Sam walked into the truck and offered her even more water, something that made her chuckle a little bit before she shook her head. "I just did, actually... I'll be fine, thank you." With that she leaned back in the truck and tried to get comfortable, her arms crossing as she shut her eyes gently. "So what's gonna happen to me when we get back to your base, anyway? I don't suppose I'm lucky enough that you guys are gonna help me get back out like you did with Lucille, right?"<br><br>...........................................<br><br>Isabel's gaze shifted down again when she heard the pitch in Sam's voice, indicating the surprise he felt at the sight of seeing her alive. "Yes..." It was strange, but she felt so ashamed of the fact that she had made both of her allies so worried, like THAT was the worst part of her risky and deadly little adventure that she went on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 19:55:24</strong>
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				It was little past 3 in the afternoon before the Team set out back to Base. William taking a bit longer on his Watch to give others more time to rest. It was explained to Jillian that Lucille and her Caretaker were an exception because they were Non-combatants and their fates were going to be decidedly worse than Normal prisoners. William also informed Jillian it was the Former Base commander, Colonel Alexander, that was responsible for orchestrating the escape as well as taking the fall. An act that cost him his life. That she would be processed like any other POW. However, William promised Jillian that as long as she was in the care of the 432nd. She would be treated with Respect and Dignity.&nbsp; <br><br>For Two days, the walk back was peacefully boring. William was true to his word in regards to their Treatment of Jillian. William and the others working on getting back to Base as quickly as possible. "Lt, we're approximately 80 kilometers from Base. At this rate we should reach it in time for Dinner." Allenby called out over the radio. "Oh, Good. My ass fell asleep some 20 kilometers ago. How bout we find a spot to take a break. I am sure we all can due to stretch our legs." William answered back. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>UNAUTHORIZED MOBILE SUIT LAUNCH...REPEAT: UNAUTHORIZED MOBILE SUIT LAUNCH. The PA screamed as one of the Zeon base's mobile suits sprinted out into the desert. several minutes prior there was a commotion at the base hospital with an rather unruly and determined patient. Lucille stood in the doorway to the Vacant room that once was occupied by Catrina. She trembled in fear for her Big sister. She has already lost one, she didn't want to lose another. <br><br>"Sgt. Green. Your orders are to capture the Rogue suit and detain the pilot. She may be trying to defect to the Enemy." The Controller stated. However, Sgt. Michael Green couldn't believe it, not Her. "Come on team. We'll get to the bottom of this." He shouted as he lead his Team of three ZakuIIs out into the "Sandbox". Theirs was a "Standard" Load out. Two equipped with a 120mm Zaku Machine guns. One Set up for artillery support with a Magellan Cannon. For Melee, they had their trusty Heat hawk Axes.<br><br>It didn't take long for the Group to catch up the single Mobile suit. "This is Green Team. Under Orders, you are to stop immediately." Sgt Green commanded over the radio. He had nothing, but the Utmost respect for the Rogue pilot. "Why are you doing this, Miss Catrina?" He asked as the other suits caught up with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 21:03:56</strong>
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				The news shocked Catrina, her close friend Jilian was captured. By those gundam pilots no less, It took a few miniutes for her to build the motivation to move, her body still ached and screamed from every pore. She still wasn't well, not that it would stop her, not now, not ever, not when her friend was in trouble. She wouldn't leave her to her fate.<br><br>Throughout the protests and the complaints of the doctors and engineering staff to restrain her, Catrina, grim determination on her face. She wouldn't aknowledge the pain. In the distance she saw the engineering staff's attempts to shut down the dom, so she couldn't get to it. Not that she was aiming for that death trap. She was an ace, and her skill was in the Zaku II the first combat she was in with the Dom it nearly killed her. She wouldn't touch that deathtrap again.<br><br>After managing to sneak herself onto a Zaku II after she gave the staff the slip. She felt in her zone completely, it wasn't athorised, it wasnt a mission, for one in Catrina's life she was fighting because she wanted too not because she was told too. Exertion causing her to sweat, but she wouldn't allow it to hold her back. But the responding suits sent after her, that could stop her. Opening up her video cam to the leader, the obvious strain on her features, but no less determination from before.<br><br>"Green team this is Ace Catrina, I will not stand idly by as our fellow soldier and ace in jilian is left to her fate at the hands of those federation dogs. She would do the same for any of us. I will not leave her to her fate. If you consider yourselfs better men than the regulations that bind us to leave our allies and friends to their fates, then you may join me. We are men and women of Zeon, we are a family and we will not let any one be left behind!" She wouldn't stop, Her Zaku still sprinting forward, but she watched to see if green team would fall in with her, or try to stop her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 21:50:26</strong>
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				Sgt. Green blinked a moment. He knew she wasn't a defector, but to try and rescue Jillian all on her own. "Form up Green Team." He ordered as he fell on Catrina's "Wing". "If I understand the situation correctly. They are returning from a sortie, so they should be low on Ammo, and worn out. Acar states that one of the "White" Mobile suits was taken out during the fighting so that is one less to deal with. So the Odds are in our Favor, 2 to 1" Green stated over the Radio. Giving Catrina as much intelligence as possible. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------<br><br>At the small makeshift Oasis, Jared began passing out Ration packs to everyone. Over the course of the two days, Jared had time to think on what William told him and it sank in. "Here, I know it isn't as good as 'Real" Food, but it is better than starving to death. Though, Not by much." Jared explained as he opened the Ration pack for Jillian. William was standing in the Cockpit of Unit 1. The canopy raised as he would scan the surrounding area while his People rest. To minimize the possibility of being detected. William Hand Unit in a kneeling position. He also had it to where the Suit blocked the Majority of the sun from the sensor truck. <br><br>William lowered the binoculars when Jared called up to him and tossed a Ration pack. Munching on it. James made a sour face. "Jeez, I swear these must be a crime against humanity. Surely under the "Unfit for Human consumption" Clause or something." He griped. Though, Truth be told. The Rations weren't really that bad. It was just tradition to gripe about them none the less. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 04:21:12</strong>
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				"Oh...&nbsp; joy..."&nbsp; Sam said, as he was passed his nutrient pack.&nbsp; "Reconstituted Goo in a shrink-wrapped container.&nbsp; Can I live down the joy?"<br><br>Sam was speking more from beig tired, as opposed to actual disgust for the food-pack.&nbsp; Like his boss, Sam felt that the food packs were better than their reputation spoke, but it was an age-old tradition to snarl and moan about them, and Sam held the opinion that it was a tradition of open-ended venting so that soldiers could vent about something, at least.<br><br>He'd left the care and watching of the Zeon girl to the others, for the time being.&nbsp; Somehow, he'd come to find out about her name being Jillian,and that's as far as he wanted to go with it.&nbsp; In truth, Jillian was starting to look really nice to Sam, but Sam suspected that it was half about her looks, and the other half being desert exhaustion.&nbsp; In point of fact, Sam was sick of sand, but that's all there was around them at the moment.<br><br>Once he was done with his food, Sam carefully dealt with the trash, and walked over to slump against the foot-casing of Unit Three, and start a quick snooze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 20:11:22</strong>
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				The walk back would actually be a blessing in disguise for Isabel, as the next couple of days without having to deal with a mobile suit to pilot gave her all the time in the world for soul searching and getting her affairs in order. She had come to realize just how important she really was to her 2 fellow Gundam pilots, even if she no longer had a Gundam of her own. Part of her was afraid that they would replace her with somebody else, because of the fact that she had destroyed such an important piece of machinery, and she really didn't want that. Isabel already struggled with meeting new people, and now that she had 2 comrades that she knew she could put her faith in, and who cared about her, she wasn't willing to let them go or be separated from them. All through her time in the federation until this moment, coming to this place, she had been alone. Now that she wasn't alone anymore, she was terrified of going back.<br><br>That also got her thinking about the end of the war, when she wouldn't be able to stay here with said comrades anymore. All of Isabel's life had revolved around war and combat, could she really even live in a world of peace? Would she be able to integrate successfully? What happened to warriors in a world that didn't revolve around fighting anymore? The more she thought about it, the more the future absolutely terrified Isabel.<br><br>...........................................<br><br>Jillian chuckled gently when both of her male friends complained about their rations, and she simply dug into them as well. "Sheesh, you feddies complain about THIS stuff? You should see what they serve us on the other side of the battlefield." Truth be told, Zeon rations were around the same level of quality as these, but she had a leg up on these two, and she found that she was rather fond of giving the others a hard time whenever they complained about something by simply saying "Zeon has it worse". Still, she was finding herself oddly comfortable with the group here, despite her status as a prisoner and the fact that they were all technically her enemies. She had small chats with all 3 of the Gundam pilots, during times where they were in the truck with her. Funnily enough, Isabel did quite a bit to make Jillian feel more at home, since she had a whole lot in common with the only real friend that Jillian had over on her side, Catrina.<br><br>Sure, Catrina was WAY more socially capable then Isabel was, but there was a similarity there that made Jillian feel more at home. She also had a few talks with her 'rival' in unit 3, a man who introduced himself as Sam to her. He certainly wasn't a bad guy, but Jillian struggled to get an understanding for him the same way that she did the other two Gundam pilots. At least the Gundam leader was a way better person then whatever supervisory Jillian had, mainly being that scumbag Acar. She hadn't expected to be treated like this, but she most certainly was not going to complain about it. "Anyway, at least your mobile suits actually look kinda cool. You guys get snappy human looking things, and meanwhile, I was piloting a big grey blob of metal, yuck."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 03:32:54</strong>
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				It was probably a very good thing that William was not aware of the doubts and fears of his Sniper at that moment. Among the many faults William had. One could say that "caring too much" was one of them. Had he known, he would have done everything in his power to try and help Izzy. To show her that she had nothing to fear, but perhaps this was a problem that only time and the constant loyalty and companionship of her allies would help. <br><br>William had no intention of abandoning his sniper or letting anyone take her away. She was as vital to the 432nd as Sam, and Himself. William stopped his Scan as he heard his radio chirp. It was a call from the Base. settling back down into his Cockpit. He put on the headset. "This is 432nd Lead. Go ahead." William stated as he sucked some more of the goop from the Packet. "Requesting Status report." The Controller called back. "We are presently&nbsp; 80 Kilometer from Base. Taking a break before the last leg." He reported. "Understood, Transponder confirms location. How much longer are you going to rest?" The Controller inquired. "Approxamently 10 minutes. Finishing up lunch." William answered. "Acknowledged" Was a curt reply. "Control, What is Status of Replacement for Unit 2?" He asked. "Replacement will take some time. Gundams are not easy to come by. However, we managed to procure her a GM Sniper suit until her Gundam can be replaced." The Controller answered. "Acknowledged, Thanks. We'll be heading back in 6 minutes." William stated before shedding the headset. "HEY, IZZY! I NEED TO SEE YA A MINUTE!" William shouted to the truck as he climbs down from Unit One. <br><br>"I just got off the horn with Home base. It is going to take some time to replace your Gundam Suit. So in the interim, You'll be piloting a GM Sniper until then" He said with a smile. Hoping it would make Izzy smile at least a little. "Don't worry about the last suit, Izzy. You're safe and alive and that is most important to me. We can always replace the suit, but you're irreplaceable. So, like it or not, you're stuck with me." He teased with a broad grin. Realizing after the fact how his words could be taken. "Er, the Team...stuck with the team." He amended sheepishly. "Man, this heat must be messing with my brain." He stated as he began to blush in embarrassment. This was the second time he said something that could be taken the wrong way. "Well, that was all I wanted to tell ya. We'll be leaving soon, so Rest up." William stated as he quickly clamored up into his cockpit. <br><br>Back in the truck, Jared hears Jillian's comment about the suits. "I don't know, that one Zeon suit...you know the one with the huge horns on the shoulder caps and the left hand machine gun fingers (Gouf). That suit is pretty badass. I would like to take one for a spin myself." He comments. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 05:58:18</strong>
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				Sleep, even a short nap, was not coming for Sam, it seemed.&nbsp; Between the bss yelling for Isabel, and the constant chatter between Jillian and Jared, Sam's attempt at catching a little rest was completely thwarted.&nbsp; Grumbling, he pushed himself up from the armored foot-casing of his Unit Three, and winced as his joints popped and complained.&nbsp; They didn't like extended feild operations any more than he did, it seemed.<br><br>Sam, though, was caught short,when he'd heard Jillian's comments about the looks of the teams mobile suits.&nbsp; After a moment's consideration, he found that he had to agree, and took a moment to look up at the scuffed and pock-marked skin of his own suit, as well as the face of it.<br><br>Sam knew that the head-stock of a mobile suit was simply a universally-traversing housing for targeting and navigation sensors.&nbsp; In all reality,Aneheim Electronics could've saved some development costs by using something as plain and uninspiring as a GM head to carry all the sensitive electronics that the head-stock contained.&nbsp; Still, he was grateful.&nbsp; The visage that the Gundams carried gave Sam a feelin of pride, and it also added just a bit to the overall swashbuckler attitude that Sam seemed to exhibit when drivin the suit.<br><br>"Yeah, I like it."&nbsp; Sam said, softly, as he climbed up into the chest-section cockpit, and reaching over to begin the start-up procedures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 12:20:12</strong>
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				"So theres the camp. Green team get in position, draw their fire east while I strike them from the flank. Ready on my mark...." After taking one more scan over the gundams camp, it wasn't too difficult a find, just had to trail from where they struck to the nearest federation base. It hit right on the money, and by the look of it they had caught them completely unaware. Two suits, one with an open cockpit, the other who's status was unknown but inactive. "Mark!"<br><br>Suddenly the battle was joined, a flurry of machine gun fire lathered the camp at a level which would only realistically strike at the suits. If they was able to hit some vital servo's then all the better. But it was all just a distraction to allow Catrina to get close. Then once she was engaged in close combat the rest of the suits would close in and join her. Just after the machine guns began to fire, Catrina moved her Zaku II into full sprint towards the camp. She will save Jillian from her fate, the federation would not be kind of an enemy ace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 17:57:22</strong>
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				Sgt Green looked over the Camp with Catrina. "Roger, Ma'am. Ok, men. You heard the woman. Lets go, quickly now." He ordered as the Zakus moved to the point that Catrina indicated. "Green team in position. Attacking!" The Sgt called towards Catrina. "Attack, keep aware of where your shooting. Miss Ashfeld is mixed in there and Catrina will be moving close." Green ordered. "Sarge, Should I rain shells upon them?" The Zaku with the Megella cannon asked. "Negative. The Risk to Miss Ashfeld is too great. Wait until we can scatter them a bit." Green Replied as he stood his Machine up and began to pepper around the Camp. <br><br>While William may have had his Cockpit open, but His Gundam was up and running. As soon as the first Bullets hit, he was cursing. "Shit, I was hoping to make it back to base before we encountered any Zekes." He growled. Unit 1 wasn't in the best shape for tangling with Zekes. Missing his shield and Gun. All William had was the 180 Cannon and chest weapons for any kind of Distance fighting, and the Beam sabers for Melee. "Jared, Get the truck started and move to a safe location. Izzy, Man the Truck's Gun." William ordered as Unit one began to rise up. Picking up with it its large 180 cannon. "Sam, we have to form a defensive line." He continued. In the Truck Jared and Allenby worked feverishly to get the truck ready to move. Jared turning the key only to hear a click and a safety alarm go off. the First barrage shifted the sands and buried the Truck's fans causing the safety lockout to activate. "Fuck!" Jared said as he grabbed a shovel and headed outside to clear the fans. <br><br>William was watching from where the Tracer fire came from. "The East." He thought as he brought up his gun. He wasn't planning on hitting anything, but if he could cause them to back off a bit. Then Sam could get into position. William simply pointed the Gun in the direction and without really aiming he fired. The cannon thundered as it sent its payload screaming towards Green Team. The ground erupted around the Zakus feet. "Shit Sarge, They got a cannon!" One of the Zeke pilots shouted as he staggered his Suit away from the impact site. "Calm down, It won't due for us to Lose are heads. Miss Ashfeld and Miss Catrina are counting on us. Start evasive maneuvers, but keep the fire going." Sgt Green stated right before a section of Sand exploded dangerously close to him from another shot from William's Cannon. "Fuck that is close!" He gasped as he moved to continue fire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 20:53:55</strong>
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				Not for the first time, Sam Richter, Corporal in the Federation Forces, felt damned lucky that he'd done something.&nbsp; In this case, it was to start his Gundam's power-up procedure, and as quickly as he had.&nbsp; The situation was going to shit, and that right quick.<br><br>"Jared!"&nbsp; Sam called over the loudspeaker.&nbsp; "Get Jillian inside!&nbsp; Keep her safe!"<br><br>With that, Sam grasped a beam-sabre hilt that extended from the knee-holder, brought his machine up to a stand, and took a quick glance around.<br><br>"Skipper, you keep that one-eighty shooting."&nbsp; Sam said.&nbsp; "I'm going on close, and don't fuckin' worry about hitting me!&nbsp; Just shoot the fuckin' gun!"<br><br>With that, Sam's suit started off in a bolt, following the general direction of Samson's shots towards the east.&nbsp; The Gundam wasn't moving in a jog, or a sprint, but an outright run, it's legs pumping and eating up distance rapidly.&nbsp; Soon, he could see disturbances in the sand ahead of him, as the vague shapes of Zeke walking-armor began to show themselves.<br><br>"All right..."&nbsp; Sam said, as he picked the closest target.&nbsp; "All we wanted to to was get home, but you jackasses won't let us!&nbsp; Now, you die!"<br><br>Just like before, Sam's machine held the hilt of the beam-sabre above it's head,and in both hands.&nbsp; Sam's boosters fired, lifting the mobile suit into a jump, and on the downward stroke, the sabre's blade appears with an electronic hiss, as it slammed down and through the first target that Sam could find, cleaving it, neatly, in two.<br><br>"One down, boss."&nbsp; Sam reported, as his suit's headstock swiveled around, looking for another victim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 22:58:52</strong>
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				"Thats funny Feddy, you say you want to go home but take prisoners,<br><br>&nbsp;keeping people away from their homes!" Catrina yelled, as she came hard on the flank of the camp, charging headlong into Williams suit taking a swing with her axe.<br><br>"You federation bastards are nasty peices of work you know that, couldn't just let the soldiers go could you, just had to take them for your sick enjoyment like you was going too with Lucille and Emma! Well I won't let you take Jillian this time!" <br><br>She yelled through the speaker, letting them know exactly what their intentions were. The voice although course and weak was still recodniseable as the usual thorn on their side of a Zaku II pilot. Taking a targetting location of the hover truck and relaying it's cordinates to green team. So any shots would not stray into it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 23:07:27</strong>
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				Isabel smiled a little wider when William botched his statement yet again, the one about how she was stuck with him-no- the unit. It felt nice to belong somewhere, but she still felt sick to her stomach whenever she thought about the inevitability that she would have to eventually leave them and be alone again. Still, she wasn't allowed very long to dwell on such thoughts at all as gunfire suddenly erupted from the hills with Zeon soldiers suddenly pouring in and assaulting the small encampment. Isabel was quick to obey the orders of her CO, as she hopped into the gun truck and did what she could to defend them, though she found that the equipment she had wasn't very well suited to taking down whole mobile suits, and she was being little more then a distraction. "Tch."<br><br>.........................................................<br><br>Jillian's heart just about skipped a beat when the sounds of battle erupted, followed by a voice that she hadn't heard in too long, considering the state of affairs for the zeon camp. "No way..." She couldn't be here already could she? Had news already spread so fast? Jillian felt partially delighted to hear her friend back in action again, and part ashamed that she had to force herself out of bed when she sounded so weak, simply because Jillian had gotten herself captured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 01:19:34</strong>
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				William continued to fire the 180 in the direction of the Incoming fire. He didn't need to destroy the Zaku's but buy enough time for Jared to get the truck out of there. Over the soft sands of the Sahara. The Hover truck could out pace the Zakus. Willaim's barrage was cut off by a shrill Cry. Unit 1's head turned towards the source and found it was another Zaku charging head long. The Axe held high over its head. William yanked back on the throttle and stomped down on his foot pedals. Causing the large suit to jump backwards, but since William was completely empty on propellant for his Boosters the Jump back wasn't as far as he would like. The Zaku II's Heat hawk coming down and cleaving the barrel of his cannon off. "Shit" William growled as he dropped the now useless weapon. William peppered The Intruding Zaku suit with the Gundam's Chest vulcan as he staggered backwards to regain the suit's footing in the soft sands. After opening some distance, he had his Gundam reach down and drew both of it's beam sabers. . He had to be careful. He had no shield or heavy weapons. <br><br>At the rampaging Zaku's words. William recognized her, but didn't feel obligated to respond. He was in a fight and wanted to survive to get his team home. Though he had to respect her. She came for her team mate even though their leader abandoned her. He hated that it happened like this. Unit 1 crouched in between The sonar Truck and the Rampaging Zaku carrying the familiar Zeon ace.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Michael Green was hopping his Zaku around dodging the heavy shells from the White Mobile suit that was hanging back. However the shelling stopped quickly as Michael's suit came to stop. Seeing that Catrina was in the Camp he gave the Order. "Press the Attack, we have to secure Miss Ashfeld. Take care where your aiming. We can't hit the truck." Michael Ordered as he lead his Team in a walking fire formation down the slope of the dune they were using for cover. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 03:42:15</strong>
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				Sam's Gundam was kn a half-kneeling crouch, the end posture after cleaving one of the ZakuIIs clean in half.&nbsp; If he were asked, Sam would've had to admit that he never thought the move would've worked, and he simply used it in desperation, both times.&nbsp; Sam's attitude was a simple one.&nbsp; His teammates were depending on him, and Sam also learned, a long time ago, that he was expendable.<br><br>Now, though, with the threat of another Zeke bearing down on him, firing and drawing it's heat-axe, Sam's attitude changed, abruptly.<br><br>"The fuck?!?"&nbsp; Sam yelped, as Unit Three's head turned towards the Zaku advancing on him.&nbsp; Sam also heard the radio transmission, and knew that he had little time to react.<br><br>Unit Three's body shifted and pivoted on the axis of it's waist, turning to face the oncoming threat, and Sam had scant miliseconds to act.&nbsp; Instinctively, Sam fired off a trio of minovski/smoke grenades, which only succeeded in bouncing off the Zaku's chest.&nbsp; Sam cringed, and tried to bring the Gundam to it's feet, but it was too late.<br><br>The Zaku's heat-axe smashed into the armored shoulder of Unit Three, nearly cleaving the arm off.&nbsp; It might have been the brecursor to a killing blow by the Zeke suit, except for one thing, the glowing beam-sabre blade protruding from the Zeon's torso, from the front to the back.<br><br>"Sorry, pal."&nbsp; Sam said, softly.&nbsp; "I'm going home, and you're not getting in my way."<br><br>Finally, Sam had brought Unit Three fully to it's feet, and shurgged off the carcass of the dead Zeon suit.&nbsp; It's left arm was nearly useless, now, but the cockpit was intact, as well as it's pilot.<br><br>"Skipper, Talk to me."&nbsp; Sam reported.&nbsp; "I'm inbound to you."<br><br>Unit Three lunged into another run, back towards Sam's commanding officer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 16:00:36</strong>
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				Green Team quickly moved to get into position. Once they reached the specified direction. On Catrina's signal, they popped up and began to fire upon the encampment. "Watch your fire! Miss Ashfeld is down there somewhere." Sgt. Michael Ordered. The Third Man on his team with the Megella cannon stepped up. "Should I start lobbing shells their way?" He asked. "negative, We have a friendly down there. Ready your Axe. As soon as Miss Catrina is in there. We'll charge in to help her out." Michael ordered. <br><br>William had just got back into his cockpit when All hell began to break loose. "Fuck" He seethed as he was flipping switches. "Izzy, Get to the Truck and Man the Gun. Jared Get the Truck started and out of here." William ordered as he closed his Canopy. Unit 1 began to raise when one of the Zaku barrages stitched a line across its knee joint. Inside the Cockpit, William was bounced around like a Pin ball as alarms began to blare with reports of damage to the knee joint and hydraulic fluid loss. Unit One came crashing back down into a kneeling position. "Come one, baby. Stand for Papa." He coaxed as The Hydraulic system was switched over to a redundancy system. It would allow Unit 1 use of the leg but at a reduced capacity. Slowly Unit 1 began to raise again. Red Hydro-fluid staining it's right leg. "Allenby, Call the Base. See if we can get some air support. Sam, we got to set up a defense to protect the truck!" William called out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>In the Truck Jared worked feverishly to get the truck ready to move. Jared turning the key only to hear a click and a safety alarm go off. the First barrage shifted the sands and buried the Truck's fans causing the safety lockout to activate. "Fuck!" Jared said as he grabbed a shovel and headed outside to clear the fans. Allenby was working the radio. "Base Command, Coming Base command. This is 432nd Forward MS Team. Urgent!" She transmitted. "This is Base Command. Go Ahead." Came the reply. "We are presently under attack by Zeon elements. We are low on Ammo and down One Gundam with two others damaged. We need immediate support. Over." She sent. "Copy, 432nd. Do you know numbers?" The Base controller asked. "Numbers unknown. Attack coming from the East." She answered. "Copy, We are scrambling core fighters your way. They they should be there in a few minutes." The Base Controller called back. Allenby let out a sigh of relief. Now all they had to do was hold out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 01:26:00</strong>
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				When things started happening, Sam had just finished the power-up procedures for Unit Three, bringing the team's only other Gundam online.&nbsp; Just like the boss, Sam didn't have much left at his disposal, but Sam planned on making what he did have work as best as he could.<br><br>Unit Three, powered up and ready, moved from it's knee-stand into a low crouch, as Sam started moving towards the Boss's Unit One.<br><br>"Skipper, what should we do?"&nbsp; Sam asked, craning his own head around, as well as the Gundam's, to try and spot the source of trouble.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I mean, we're not..."<br><br>WHAM!!<br><br>Something large slammed into Unit Three's chest, nearly center mass, and right near the cockpit hatch.&nbsp; Instantly, the force of the impact drove the FEderation mobile suit backwards, where it toppled onto it's back, gracelessly, it's head unit just missing the sensor truck as it motored off.<br><br>The suit didn't show any signs of life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 00:40:48</strong>
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				Catrina was proud of the effort that Green team was putting into the assault, even able to take down one of the Gundams. Now was her chance to dive in and remove the other. Before long Jillian will be back safe with her family in Zeon. Moving her suit quickly towards the camp. If the last pilot was insane enough to not hand over Jillian, then he will just have to be brought down. In a four vs one situation even the gundam can't expect to have a good chance of survival.<br><br>Eventually she is able to close the distance on the Gundam, radioing through the loudspeaker "Release your prisoners into our custody and you will live. I will not allow you Federation bastards to take more of my team mates from me!" Sheer venom was laced in her voice, although she was sounding astoundingly weak and not capable of a long fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 21:28:45</strong>
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				"I got 'em!" Michael's wing mate called from his Zaku II. they watched as Unit 3 Fell to the ground. "Take that you chicken-shit bastard. These guys ain't that tough." He crowed. However, Michael was not so easily excited. He remembered that these people took out the Zeon secret project all by their lonesome and came back. The only reason they were having this much success was that these pilots were obviously tired and low on supplies. Otherwise they probably wouldn't have been this successful. Seeing Catrina charge in Michael rose up from a kneel position. "Alright boys, Close in!" He ordered. The Three Zakus came trotting down the Dune towards the group. "Be Careful, just cause they are wounded don't mean they are not dangerous." Michael Cautioned.&nbsp; <br><br>Unit 1 Stood a bit unsteadily on its weakened knee. it's 180 cannon was point completely in the wrong direction and Will knew he couldn't be able to bring it around to take out the Zeke before its pilot peppered him with its gun. William growled, bearing his teeth to the Image of the Zaku on his cameras. He limped Unit one over to Unit 3 to cover his comrade as best he can. "Lt. Base says they are scrambling fighters. They will take a few minutes to get here, though." Allenby relayed. "Roger that, Sargent." William replied all the while not taking his eyes off the approaching Zeke. His Radar registering the approach of the other Three. <br><br>William's mouth Fell open when he heard what the Zeke woman said. It infuriated him. However, he couldn't over look the odds. At this point, It was just him. He didn't know the condition of his Team mate. He wanted to shove those arrogant words right down her throat. He didn't give a shit that she seemed weak. After a moment of silence, William clicked on the Loud speaker. "Release the Prisoner." He commanded. Inside the Sonar truck, Jared walked to the back of the Sonar truck where Jillian was restrained. Pulling his knife he cut her bonds and opened the back of the Truck. "Go" He said flatly. To be honest he was glad they weren't taking her in. It saved on a whole lot of Paper work. <br><br>As William saw Jillian step out of the Truck. William turned his gundam towards Catrina's Zaku. His Chest Mounted Vulcan aiming at her. It wouldn't do very much, but possibly buy him some time to bring his Cannon to bear. "You pull any traitorous move like you did the last time. I'll make damn Sure to drag your sorry ass to hell with me." He promised. His finger on the trigger. "You bastard!" One of the Zakus on Green team seethed as he raised his 120mm to fire. However, he was Stopped when Sgt. Green raised the arm on his suit. "Stop. You may Hit Miss Ashfeld." He shouted to his subordinate. Sgt. Green then turned his Suit back towards the only remaining Gundam. "I understand that you have no faith in us. Considering when you turned over Miss Washburn and her Guardian. Our Commander betrayed the agreement, but He is not here. If you won't trust her. Then Trust me. I am Sargent Michael Green of the Zeon Terrestrial Forces. So long as you uphold your end of the bargain, I'll make sure the Agreement is kept." Michael stated. Green team was present at the exchange between the Members of the 432nd and Acar. it rubbed him raw that they attacked the Gundams after Colonel Acar agreed to let them go if they turn over the Non-combatants.<br><br>"Will you lower your weapon?" Michael asked the Pilot of Unit 1. "Why should I? Y'all have your weapons pointed at me." William shot back. Still not wholly convinced this was on the up and up. "Fair enough. Everyone, Lower your weapons!" Michael ordered. Turning his Zaku to ensure Catrina follows the agreement. The Members of Green team following their Leader's orders and lowered their weapons. William turned his Gundam's chest away from Catrina when he saw the others lowered theirs. However, he still didn't relax. He kept a very close eye upon them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 21:04:13</strong>
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				Jillian and Isabel were both in the same boat at that point, in that they could only really play spectator to the events that were unfolding before their eyes. Jillian watched as her comrades suddenly came bursting from the hills and coming to her rescue, one of them having an incredibly familiar, if weak voice. "Catrina..." Jillian knew that she still had to be under the weather, having suffered because of that radiation, but still... What the hell was she even doing out here? Was she okay? Judging from the sound of her voice, she was still at least partially weak and sick, and the idea that she had come out here just to save Jillian from the feddies really bothered her. Catrina had to force herself out of bed when she was recovering simply because Jillian had dropped the ball and gotten herself captured... No! Screw that! Jillian didn't do anything wrong, it was that asshole Acar that screwed her over by running away from a perfectly even 2v2, and putting the base on a countdown to explosion. <br><br>Jillian did nothing wrong!<br><br>When her arms were freed, she offered Jared a thankful nod without saying a word before she made her way out of the truck and headed back towards her allies, particularly, the Zaku that held Catrina. When she got back to base, she was going to make a request to never be asked to sortie with Acar again, since this was the second time in a row where he had just bailed on her and left the people beneath him to pick up the pieces. It was bullshit, and Jillian was sick of it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 23:05:45</strong>
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				Catrina just looked at William's suit, she couldn't blame him for being agressive. But then he shouldn't be trying to remove the freedoms of the other sides soldiers, why not just let them leave and return to their families. But she had to know he wasn't about to try anything, and get himself killed in the process. She just waiting for Jillian to leave the truck. "Surely your concern right now should be to tend to your allies?" After that, her interest in William faded, now her interest was solely on getting Jillian out of here. Opening her cockpit, the veiw of Catrina was rather pathetic, her face and body still stained with rash's and burns from the radiation. The sight of the ace pilot was miserable. She really shouldn't be fighting. But sheer will forced her body forward, thankfully there was little fighting needed. Offering a hand to Jillian "I'm sorry that I was so long. Were you treated well?" She sighed in releif that her friend wasn't too badly hurt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 02:36:49</strong>
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				Michael let out a sigh of relief seeing the prisoner release go without a hitch. He was truly hoping everything would proceed without any bloodshed. However, they were there too long and they were too close to the base. It would be foolish for Sgt. Green to believe that the team didn't at least try and send an SOS call. "We stayed here long enough. Let's move out." He ordered as he kept the Federation suits covered while his Team and Catrina retreated. <br><br>Once they were far enough away from the Federation suits, The four Zaku's relaxed a bit. "Hey, Sarge. Why didn't we just off 'em? It would have been easy." One of Green's subordinates commented. He was a very recent transfer in to replace a pilot that got injured in a previous battle and would be shipped home very soon. Michael grimaced to the image of the fresh pilot. "Cause I am not like Acar. I gave them my word. They held up their end of the bargain and released Miss Ashfeld. So I upheld my end of the deal and made sure nothing happens." Michael growled. Making that the end of the conversation. He slowed his suit a bit to come along side Catrina's Zaku. Placing The hand of his Suit on the Shoulder cap of Catrina's Zaku. Thus opening a private Channel between the two suits that couldn't be picked up by anyone else. "It is good to see that we were able to rescue you, Miss Ashfeld." He said with a small smile to Jillian. Though when he turned towards Catrina. The smile disappeared and his face grew stern. "I can fully appreciate your desire to save a friend, and a Fellow zeon, Miss Catrina, but know this. We were extremely lucky today. There will also be hell to pay when we get back. I'll just say I ok'ed the action on my own authority. It won't be my first time in the Stockade, and should keep you out of it." He said before letting his features softened a bit. "Remember as well. The Federation are not the only ones that take prisoners." He said before he released the connection and moved to rejoin his team. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------- <br><br>William was angry, Very angry. Not with anyone on his team, but with himself. His moment of negligence had allowed the Enemy to get the drop on his team. Had he been more alert and decided to convey the message once they were on the move again. He may have spotted the approaching zekes. As he watched the Zakus leave, he finally relaxed enough to let the breath go that he was unconsciously holding. It took a moment to finally release his controls and steady his shaking hands. After taking a couple of breaths. He knelt his Gundam by Unit 3. Raising his own cockpit, he climbed down and clamored over the Fallen gundam. "Ow" He hissed as the suit's skin was hot from the sun. Reaching up, he pulled on an emergency release Lever that popped Unit 3's canopy. There inside, Sam lay unmoving. "Allenby, I need the First Aid Kit." William called. Allenby and Jared came rushing over. Allenby dropped down into the cockpit, and pushed William out. She began to examine Sam. "He's unconscious. Possibly a concussion. Jared Help me unfold the stretcher. We're taking him to the truck." Allenby called to the private.<br><br>William watched as Allenby and Jared carried the unconscious Form of Sam to the truck. He simply stood there, clenching his fists in frustration. After a moment, he realized he wasn't alone. Turning he saw Isabel. His shoulders slumped. "I-I am sorry, Izzy. I failed. I let my guard down and allowed the Enemy to get close. I endangered my entire team" He said with a long sigh. Overhead, a flight of Core fighters screamed past. From the truck William could hear Jared gripe. "Oh, now the fucking Calvary shows up!" he shouts.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 03:14:38</strong>
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				Jillian couldn't help but break into a smile when she saw the hatch open, though honestly, she felt a bit sick to her stomach at just how weak of a state Catrina appeared to be in. Still, she climbed in without opposition and gave her comrade a small nod of appreciation. "Good thing you showed up when you did, honestly. Those guys actually treated me pretty well, but I don't know if I would have wanted to stick around long enough to see what their camp was like." She sighed, reaching forward from her position behind the seat as she put a hand lightly on Catrina's shoulder. "I owe ya one though... Thanks."<br><br>With that she turned her attention to the rest of the conversation, and Green's part in it. "..." She didn't say anything, but she most certainly wouldn't put it past Scumbag Acar to toss weak and injured Catrina into the stockades simply to make an example of her, despite her state.<br><br>...........................................<br><br>Isabel simply shook her head as she walked over to William, watching the way that he took the ambush so seriously. She wasn't entirely sure what to say to him, she was pretty clueless when it came to situations like these, so she simply kept quiet and tried her best to rack her brain and come up with something comforting that she could say to make William feel less horrible about what had just happened. Naturally, though, she ended up drawing a blank. "... Let's just go back now."<br><br>With that Isabel made her way towards the truck and took her seat, sighing lightly as she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 22:28:00</strong>
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				William could only nod to Isabel's suggestion. Blessedly the remaining leg back was uneventful if difficult with Unit 1 carrying unit 3. The Intelligence people were chomping at the bit to pick the team's brains about what they saw. The Fact that the Zeons were developing a Mobile Armor for Subterranean infiltration of Jaburo had them scared shitless. However, that meant little to William. The 432nd was taken off the Active duty roster as one of their pilots was recovering while another was waiting for her Temporary assignment to arrive. William generally spent every waking moment of his "Down Time" in the simulators and his Gundam. Getting better with the suit. Learning about its idiosyncrasies. He and his Team survived two close calls in a very short time frame. That wasn't sitting well with him. he didn't want to feel that helpless again. <br><br>There was some positive to this overwhelming negative. Isabel was able to conquer her nemesis. That and William very relieved that she didn't buy the farm in that cavern. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>In the Zeon Camp. Acar, as expected, was not pleased about the rescue operation. Pretty much lecturing the same points that Sgt. Green stated on the trek back. However, Since Sgt. Green "Take over and Authorized" The Operation. The burden of blame fell upon his shoulders just as he wanted. He was sentenced to 10 days in the stockade. Catrina was escorted back to the hospital where she remained under armed Guard to ensure she stays there for the duration of her Recovery. This didn't mean she wasn't allowed Visitors. Lucille and Emma Grooms were frequent guests of her Hospital Room. Her cheerfulness still as infectious and dauntless as ever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 22:53:33</strong>
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				Catrina still felt guilty at the sgt taking the blame for her actions, she didn't want that, she was prepared to take her lumps.. But maybe that's what the Acar wanted, he knew she would feel guilty about it more than if she was put in it herself. But now she was put under guard. He obviously wouldn't allow her out again for a while. At least with Jillian and Lucille, Catrina wasn't short of visitors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 00:12:41</strong>
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				Isabel spent the following days unsure of what to do with her time, since she no longer had a Gundam with which to practice with. As such, she spent a bit more time out of the barracks then she had in the past, and she turned a few heads for more then just her looks as a result. She was often down at the firing ranges with her downtime, demonstrating the fact that she seemed to have a dead eye with more then just a sniper rifle, as she absolutely disgraced the all time high score as far as accuracy per rounds fired in a second that the unit had put up while she wasn't paying attention. While that could be attributed to her childhood as a gorilla fighter, it was still a rather impressive feat, at least by the standards of the other federation troops that watched her while she shot.<br><br>Before long, she had a reputation, and an audience watching her whenever she stepped up to the platform and took aim at the target downrange, it made her feel oddly... good. It made her feel like she was a part of something, like she was starting to belong. It was nice.<br><br>........................................<br><br>Jillian sighed when Green was put in the stockades for his actions, typical Acar... Punishing that man when, were it not for him, Jillian would be in the hands of the Federation right now. Still, she bit her tongue as she always did and simply went about her way. God, it was nights like this that she really wished that alcohol was permitted on Zeon post. She ended up spending most of her time alternating between the gym and Catrina's hospital room, though she did make a bit of time to play around with Lucille as well.<br><br>That little girl was so delighted when Jillian was back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 08:26:43</strong>
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				As it turned out, Sam was more than just dealing with a concussion.&nbsp; It had turned out that the imapct to his suit's chest area had senthim into a deep coma, and as the doctor repeated ad-nauseum to whoever asked, there was no telling when, or even if, Sam would emerge.<br><br>Only time would tell.<br><br>In the infermary, Sam's medical monitor peeped softly, with every pulse.&nbsp; Behind his eyes, his mind was adrift, slipping between moments of cogent thought to almost fanciful dreams, neither of which he could externalize.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still, he fought.<br><br>Two days after the team's final arrival, a nurse raced out of Sam's bed area, sreaming for a doctor.&nbsp; Whe she returned, in the company of the base's surgeon, she pointed at the prone patient.<br><br>Sam's eyes were open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 07:12:29</strong>
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				Baxter Price knew riding into base in the back of a supply truck wasn't the most ceremonious way to arrive, but "ceremonious" was hardly the word he would use to describe any aspect of his life to this point. Ironically, he found himself shivering rather than sweating on his long trip through the African desert, the back of the truck chilled to make sure the rations didn't spoil. He kept warm (the last thing he thought he would have to worry about in the desert) by wrapping himself in a scratchy blanket from his duffel bag, though much time in space had made him rather used to the cold. That was part of what made him worried about his new assignment; a lifetime spent in totally controlled environments didn't prepare one for the harsh reality of nature's cruelest climates.<br><br>As the mild clacking of the cans of food surrounding him came to a halt, Baxter realized the hover truck must have come to a stop and stood up. The door at the back of the truck opened up to show the driver waiting there, and, after gathering his bag, Baxter stepped out without a word to the man. He had never learned his name, and he didn't particularly care, since he would probably never see him up close again, anyway. After months of distrust and interrogation from the Federation, Baxter had grown rather numb to the idea of making friends on Earth. To be honest, he was rather sick of the place, and wished to go back to Side 3, but until that pesky Zabi regime was overthrown, he would have to stick it out...<br><br>Shielding his eyes against the first sunlight he had been exposed to in a few hours, the pilot brushed the hair from his eyes, though some strands were already being stuck to his face by the first few beads of sweat that formed as the intense heat bore down on him. He tried to keep his sensitive irises protected as he slowly walked across the open complex, being careful not to let himself be run over, stepped on, or otherwise Killed in Non-action as he sought out either his new barracks, or a commanding officer, whichever came first.<br><br>This was only his second assignment as an official, uniformed member of the Earth Federation military, but since his showing on his last assignment had proven him capable and well-trained (even if it was by Zeon), they had stuck him with some 432nd Forward MS Team, to learn about some newer model of mobile suit they were putting to use out in the desert. Whether this was a good sign or a bad one for him all depended on whether these suits were actually worth using.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 15:56:46</strong>
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				The Simulator shut down. A new high score being achieved, but the occupant didn't care. Scores meant nothing. Only life, the lives of his team. William sat panting, his shirt soaked clean through with sweat. His hands still gripped the controls of the simulator tightly. His eyes seemingly staring intently at the black screen. With some effort, William was able to let go of the controls. "Wow, Lt. You set another base record!" The sim controller piped in. "Heh, Thanks." William stated as he raised the door to the Simulator. William felt like he was pouring himself out of the module and had to grab onto the side to steady himself. William had been in the simulator since 4 that morning. Constantly trying to improve. There was limited training one could do in the gundam since he and his team weren't going on "Walks". <br><br>William became vaguely aware of another person trotting up to him. It was Mike, the Lead Tech for the 432nd. "Hey, Boss! I just got word. Corporal Richter is up!" Mike stated excitedly. William instantly felt his weariness disappear as he grew excited as well. "Alright, Go find Izzy and tell her to meet me at the hospital." William stated as Mike nodded and began to trot off. William stretched one more time and groaned as the air conditioned Simulator room sent chills down his sweat soaked body. "I hate the feeling". He grumbled as he left. The Sim Controller prepping the Module for maintenance. Apparently William drove it so hard that the computer was registering system failures. <br><br>William was trotting across the compound towards the base hospital. One his way, he found someone wandering around the Compound. The bag over his shoulder told him he was a recent Transfer. William veered off his course to see if he could help. As he approached, he saw the Double Chevrons of a Corporal. "Afternoon, Corporal. You seem a little lost. Anything I can do to help?" William asked. Bring his hand up to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. his thumb pressed against his Crescent Moon shaped scar by his eye. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Lucille was excited to have her two "Big Sisters" back. She was terribly worried when Jillian had to go alone with that other man. He gave her the creeps and though she knew she should feel bad for his death, she simply didn't. This particular day, Lucille ran to meet Jillian. Throwing her arms around his Big Sister's waist and burying her face in her Stomach. "Yay!" She squealed with delight, Emma trotting up behind her slightly out of breath. "Miss Washburn. How many times have I told you that running in the base is dangerous." The Nanny Scolded. Lucille gave a "Innocent" giggle and stuck out her tongue cutely. "I am sorry." She said. <br><br>Lucille took Jillian's hand and began to bounce excitedly. "lets go see Cat! Can We!?" She pleaded before dragging Jillian towards the base hospital. They would find Cat still in her room. The Guards there waving to Lucille, Jillian, and Emma as they approached. "Hey Sweetie, How are you doing today?" One of the guard asked as he knelt down and produced a Lollipop for Lucille. Her eyes lit up as she saw the treat. "Yay!" she squealed. "Lucille, Manners." Emma admonished. "Thank you very much." She said to the guard with a curtsy. The Guards chuckled before knocking and announcing that Catrina had Visitors. <br><br>Once the excitement of the visit calmed down some, Emma nudged Lucille. "Go on, tell them." She said softly. Lucille's normal super-happy attitude came crashing down. She bit her lower lip as she squirmed a bit in her seat. The lollipop forgotten. "We're leaving....." She said softly. The sadness was evident in her voice. Emma let out a caring sigh. "We'll be departing Earth and returning to Side 3 on the Zanzibar at the end of the week. We'll be leaving with all the wounded and those that can no longer Fight." Emma explained. Though there seemed to be a hint of sadness to her words as well. Lucille shot from her seat and clung to Jillian and then Catrina. "W-We'll still be Sisters, Right?" She asked, nearly pleading.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 16:40:25</strong>
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				Isabel had been so content with simply living day to day that she had mostly ignored the comrade of hers that was recovering in the hospital. While others would have thought of the action as heartless or incompassionate, to Isabel, she simply never saw the practicality of spending time with somebody who was injured and trying to recover. She knew from personal experience from her own injuries in previous wars and battles fought that she never really liked visitors when she was wounded, she simply wanted peace and quiet while she tried to recover her strength. Then again, the environment that Isabel knew and grew up in was wildly different from that of most people, and that of the federation in general. As such, she was rather confused at first by the order to make her way to the infirmary, but she made her way regardless, since an order was an order after all, and she found herself waiting outside the main doors of the infirmary for her CO.<br><br>Strange, even with her Gundam destroyed, this was possibly the most relaxed that Isabel had felt in her entire life. It seemed like things were starting to turn around for her, and it showed by her eyes being a bit brighter and more optimistic for those who knew her.<br><br>..........................................................<br><br>Jillian paused, her heart skipping a little bit when Lucille said that she was going to be leaving and going back to Side 3. Of course, she knew that this really wasn't a good place for somebody like Lucille, and it really was for the best that the child go home, but Jillian would be lying if she said that she wouldn't miss the little blonde ray of sunshine. She hugged Lucille gently when the girl ran over towards her, frantic about the fact that they would still be sisters even when she left. "Of course, and when this war is over, we'll make every effort to come out to side 3 and pay you a visit again." Jillian sighed gently, realizing that such a feat wasn't entirely likely to be possible, but she felt that the words would comfort her enough regardless.<br><br>Great, now there was only one thing actually keeping Jillian sane at this base between her scumbag leadership and the fact that she was being thrown around like an expendable chess piece, Catrina.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 23:19:35</strong>
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				Before he even heard his voice, Baxter became very aware of William's presence as the thickly built man's body blocked out a large chunk of the sunlight around him, giving him enough shade to lower the hand from his eyes. "Actually, maybe you can," he responded to the offer for help, quickly evaluating the man. He was quite a tough-looking bastard, even for the military, and he had a bar on his uniform that listed him as a lieutenant, meaning he was a superior officer. Baxter never was much of one for saluting and the other formalities, though, at least while he was fighting on Earth's behalf. Usually, that got him in more trouble than it was probably worth, but at least stubbornness could also be listed as a good quality for a soldier.<br><br>"I've just been transferred here and assigned to the 432nd Forward Mobile Suit Team, sir," he explained, meeting him halfway on the superior officer front with the "sir." It helped that he had a soft British accent, which made pretty much everything he said sound 30% more respectful, by most calculations. "Do you by chance know where I can go to find my commanding officer? I'd like to get settled in and see my new mobile suit as quickly as possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 17:00:06</strong>
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				William evaluated the the Corporal as he waited for the response. Nodding as his listened, the Accent was interesting to listen too. William's eyebrows raised a bit when the Corporal stated he was just transferred and assigned to the 432nd. William haven't heard anything about a transfer. He'll have to talk with the colonel about it later. "Well Corporal, er...Price. You found him. I am Lieutenant William Samson. Commander of the 432nd. It is a pleasure to met you, Corporal Price." William stated as he held out his hand to shake. "I am on my way to the base hospital, One of our Team mates is currently laid up. So why don't you come with me and tell me about yourself." He said as he began to move on.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Really? You promise?" Lucille sniffed as she heard Jillian say they would still be sisters and even stated that she would visit her once the war was over. Those words really did help. It gave Lucille hope that she will see them again someday. Lucille clung to the side of Catrina's bed. Her eyes looking up at her for her response.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>As the two approached the Hospital, William's face lit up when he saw that Isabel was waiting on them by the main doors. William has noticed the subtle change in Isabel since the team was formed a couple weeks ago. Mainly it was in her eyes. they seemed have more life in them. William waved and called out. "Hey, Izzy!" Trotting up the last few feet up the hill to her. "How are you doing? Set the new benchmark at the Firing line again?" He asked with a proud smile. "Oh, Hey. This is Corporal Baxter Price. He is a transfer in to the Team. I ran into him on my way over." William explained. William then turned back to Baxter; "This is Corporal Isabel Raimen. She pilots the No. 2 Unit in the team and is our Sniper. A hell'va shot too." He boasted to the new Guy. <br><br>Once the introductions were over, William led everyone into the Hospital towards Sam's room. "I got word this morning, Izzy. Your GM Sniper is due on this evening Medea. Mike and the others are ready for it so it should be ready for a walk by morning." William stated to Isabel "However, the sniper rifle that is coming with it is the Standard model. They are having to build your custom one from Scratch so it is taking some time. I am sorry for that." He continued. Turning the last corner they found a Doctor and a Nurse standing in front of Sam's door. William's cheerful face was starting to cloud over in worry. He picked up the pace of his walk over until he was right at the Doctor and Nurse. "Excuse me, Doc. Is there something wrong with Corporal Sam Richter?" William asked. The Doctor looked down as the Lt. "Who are you?" He asked in a snide manner. The nurse backing a few steps away. "I am Lt. Samson. Cpl. Richter's CO. I wish to know his condition. I was informed that he is awake." Will explained. The Doctor let out a breath and shook his head as if to answer such a question was beneath him. "Nurse, Take over here." He ordered before walking away. "HEY WAIT! I WAS TALKING TO YOU!" William shouted. His voice booming down the hall. The Doctor's gait gave a slight hitch. The force of Samson's voice startling a bit. He continued down the hall however. <br><br>"Arrogant piss-ant piece of shit!" William growled. He hated arrogant people. He didn't give a damn that doctors had the rank of Captain or higher. That didn't give them the justification of acting like they are better than everyone else. The nurse tried to Calm the angry man down. "Yes, it is true that Corporal Richter has awakened, but he is sleeping right now." She explained. The Nurse was of Small stature and petite form. So her trying to calm someone Samson's size was a bit comical. However, She succeeded, William nodded. "Ok, that is good. Can you let him know we at least came to check up on him." William requested. The Nurse relaxed some and smiled. "of course, Lt. I'll let him know as soon as he awakens." She stated. William turned to the others and scratched his head. He felt a bit embarrassed for losing his cool like that. It set a bad example to his team. "Sorry about that. Since it is about lunch time. How about we all go grab a bite at the commissary? My Treat." He offered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 22:36:19</strong>
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				Catrina smiled, although inside she wanted to cry, little Lucille was such a close companion while she was in hospital, she loved her like a sister, and always will, she kept quiet mostly, she didn't trust her voice to keep her feelings back, likelihood was that she would die in battle. Eventually her luck would run out against the Gundam pilot's they were getting better after every battle, and her skill would only keep her alive for so long with that gap closing after every battle.<br><br>Just staring at Lucille in her eye's, that innocence that was taken away from her as a child, she would do anything to protect it. It's why she fought. Wrapping her arms around her, although they were still bandaged, the burns have mostly subsided now. She would hopefully be able to leave soon. "We will always be sister's little Lulu, we'll see eachother again, and I'll be sure to bring a nice big cake ok?" She smiled, hoping to keep the little girls spirits up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 05:46:00</strong>
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				Isabel simply introduced herself with a handshake and her name when William came up to the hospital with a fellow corporal in tow. Strange, she also hadn't heard all that much about any new transfers, but then again, she was typically kept in the dark when it came to damn near everything involving the entirety of her unit's operations. She had to recall that last mission, where she was left in the dark about that gargantuan mobile armor that they were investigating until it was just about crunch time. Her introduction was brief, but it didn't come off <em>quite</em> as cold as it would have previously, though Baxter likely wouldn't know such a subtle difference since he didn't know her before, it came off as her being more socially awkward and not entirely sure what to say, rather then just cold and saying as little as possible out of having no desire to speak.<br><br>After that, she followed her CO into the hospital, and proceeded to watch him snap at a doctor for apparently being disrespectful. William had been rather irate ever since their last mission, and Isabel could hardly blame him for that. He took too much on himself anyway, perhaps the stress was just finally starting to get to him. When he calmed down and offered lunch to the other two, Isabel would give a single nod to indicate her accepting of the offer, not quite sure what to say right at that point either.<br><br>.......................................................................<br><br>Jillian rolled her eyes at how Catrina handled their little goodbye, as she had a good idea of what was going through Catrina's head. That girl was so melodramatic all the time, Jillian swore that once they got out of this damn sandbox, she was going to show Catrina what it was like to really live out there, have some fun, let loose. Come to think of it, she had heard rumors about that perfectly neutral zone, where soldiers could go to shrug off their duties for a little while and simply let their hair down.<br><br>Jillian knew that there was no way in hell that scumbag Acar would let them go on such an expedition, but Jillian figured that she owed it to Catrina, that her fellow ace REALLY NEEDED some time off and a stiff drink so that she would stop being so serious all the time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 05:30:07</strong>
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				Well, that was both fortunate and unfortunate, Baxter figured as he shook William's hand. He had been hoping to seem more like he knew what he was doing when he met his direct superior, but hey, at least he had been spared searching around the entire base for the man in the blazing heat. He dropped his hand just as the man told him to come along to visit a laid-up teammate of theirs, hoping that this wasn't a bad sign of what was to come in his immediate future. It was worse that he wanted him to talk about himself, though "Yes sir," he said quickly before following just a step behind him, taking the short time walking to the hospital to only fill William in on a few details of his previous assignment, leaving out what he could about his past. He knew it would come out sooner more likely than later, but he wasn't going to bring that awkward moment any sooner than he had to.<br><br>Thankfully, he had a chance to go silent when they finally arrived and met up with an equal on his new team. "It's a pleasure," he said in his usual accent as he shook her hand, offering nothing else since she hadn't offered anything more in the first place. She seemed a bit awkward, which likely wouldn't change when she found out he was from Side 3, but he didn't want to make it worse right off the bat. Since Lieutenant Samson was already leading them along, they were both spared having to talk any further for now.<br><br>What happened next flew right over Baxter's head, but still managed to frighten a little bit. He wasn't sure how he liked the idea of working under a man who could fly off the handle so quickly like that, and since Isabel didn't react totally shocked to it, he had to wonder if it was something that happened a lot. Then again, maybe she just knew something he didn't, which was still a lot at this point. At least he managed to calm down, inviting them to lunch and prompting Baxter to force a smile and nod. "Sure. I haven't had anything to eat all day," he replied, stretching a bit. Maybe he would understand these people a bit better after talking over some food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 16:50:34</strong>
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				William was rather quiet as the trio crossed the Compound towards the commissary. The three pilots were welcomed with a blast of Cold A/C air as William opened the door and held it for his two subordinates. Sitting at a table, Mike looked up. "HEY BOSS!" He called out from across the Room. Motioning for them to join him at his table. William smiled and nodded for the two others to follow him. "Hey Mike, how is it going?" William asked as he and the others sat down. "Who's the "FNG"?" Mike asked as he sipped his drink. "This is Corporal Baxter Price. He just Transferred into the Unit." William explained. "I just found out about it when I ran into him. I'm gonna talk with the Colonel about it." William added. "Ah, That would explain the GM, that was just delivered." Mike said as he scratched his chin. "Corporal Price, this is Mike. He is the lead tech for the 432nd." William introduced. <br><br>A moment or two later, a waitress approached the table. For some extra script to spend. Personnel would often take side jobs at the Commissary like dish washer, server, cooks, etc. William let the others order first before he ordered himself a large Bacon Cheeseburger and fries with a tall Coke. The Waitress took the order and disappeared into the kitchen. "Geez, LT. You been High strung this past week." Mike commented "Yeah, I know. That last mission just really got to me. First off they tell me I couldn't give all the facts to my team, which I did and I don't care who knows it. then on the way back we get ambushed." He grumbled a bit as he fiddled with the silverware. "Well, perhaps you all just need some time away from base." Mike suggested. "Oh, and do what? Build Sandcastles?" William said trying to cut a joke. "Nah, I know a place. I'll take y'all tonight. Just one thing. No uniforms. Civies only." Mike said with a cheshire cat gleam in his eye. "At this point, So long as they have Ice Cold Beer. I don't care." William said as he stretched. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Lucille managed a smile hearing that her "Sisters" would always be so. Even Emma had to smile. These two pilots were truly credit to the Zeon forces. "See, I told you Miss Washburn." She said happily. "I'll make sure to give you two the address to the Estate before we leave. I am sure Little Lucille would love to get letters from you." She said to the two pilots. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 17:14:23</strong>
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				"Corpora!"&nbsp; The nurse exclaimed.<br><br>"Get your damned hands off me."&nbsp; was the quiet, determined reply.<br><br>"Corporal, if&nbsp; you don't stay in bed, you could.."&nbsp; &nbsp;The nurse said, trying.<br><br>"Could what?&nbsp; I feel fine, and the only bad problem I haveleft is my face."&nbsp; Corporal Sam Richter said.&nbsp; "I know y left eye's healing, and I know my face will be scarred.&nbsp; What else is there?"<br><br>"Can you stand?"&nbsp; A new voice asked, which belonged to Sam's doctor.&nbsp; "If you can stand, that'll tell me the cncussion's healed."<br><br>Sam, using his one unobstructed eye, stared down the physician, and swung his legs oer the edge of the bed.&nbsp; Then, with no difficulty at all, Sam pushed himself up, and stood as straight as an arrow.&nbsp; In point of fact, Sam was very steady, and not just faking it for the bennefit of others.&nbsp; After a few seconds, Sam even took a few trial steps, just to show he&nbsp; could walk.<br><br>"All right, Sam."&nbsp; The doctor said.&nbsp; "I'll get your papers signed, and this lady will get your uniform."<br><br><hr><br>An hour later, Sam was walking, slowly, towards the paddocks that held the team's suits.&nbsp; He had to see it for himself, the condition of Unit Three.&nbsp; As he stood there, he could see the scorch-marks on the chest of the suit, a one-in-a-millin shot at the seam of two pieces of armor, armor that surrounded the cockpit.&nbsp; Sam stood and stared for a long time.<br><br>"Corporal?"&nbsp; a tech asked.&nbsp; "Can I help you?"<br><br>"Where's Mike?"&nbsp; Sam asked.&nbsp; "I need to talk to him."<br><br>"He's over in the commisary, having lunch."&nbsp; the tech replied, motioning over to a nearby building.<br><br>"Thank you."&nbsp; Sam said, as he turned and walked off, looking for Mike.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 02:53:15</strong>
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				"Oh, I hope Julia is there tonight." Mike squirmed. He had become very excited that thought of going out that night. William swallowed the bite from his burger as he looked at the Lead tech. "Who's Julia?" He asked. "Only the most beautiful woman in the entire world!" Mike gushed. "Tall, beautiful, Intelligent. Her long raven hair she always keep in the nicest Ponytail." He stated after a moment his eyes took a glazed look as he jaw hung slack. William looked at him a moment as he took another bite of his burger. Swallowing, he looked at Izzy and Price. "I think Mike went bye-bye." He joked. <br><br>William let Mike indulge in whatever fantasy he was enjoying before he snapped his fingers in front of his face. "Mike, Mike. Earth To Mike. Come In Mike." He stated finally breaking the Tech's trance. "So you and this "Julia" Serious?" He asked. Mike shared a confused look. "I-I don't know. I really like her and she is a blast to be around. I mean come on. SHe completely rebuilt the Carb on my car that first night we met cause I was having trouble!" He said. He squirm a bit in his seat. Acting much younger than he actually was. William reached out and placed a hand on Mike's shoulder "I wish you the very best, Mike. Sounds like a hell'va woman." Mike beamed with that boost to his ego. <br><br>It was about this time that the doors to the Commissary opened. William's eye's widened as he saw Sam standing there. "What the hell is he doing out of the hospital?" He muttered. "Hey Sam! over here!" He called out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 03:40:53</strong>
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				Sam turned to face the source of the voice, Lt. Samson, and he fixed each of the table's occupants with his one unencumbered eye.&nbsp; His face bore a marginally large patch of bangaging along the left side of his face, as well as a large patch over his left eye.&nbsp; His expression was carefully neutral, carefully reserved.<br><br>"Mike, what's the status of my suit?"&nbsp; Sam asked, quietly.<br><br>"Your cockpit module's scragged, but we have another one inbound."&nbsp; MIke explained, slowly, after being brought back to reality.&nbsp; "Should be here by the end of the week."<br><br>"Thank you."&nbsp; Sam said, again in his cool, quiet voice.&nbsp; "I appreciate your dedication, Mike."<br><br>With that, Sam glared down at Samson and Izabel again, before turning to walk out of the commisary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 03:51:44</strong>
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				Isabel, by this point, was getting sick and tired of Sam always looking down at her and getting mad at her for things that were out of her control. Just because he liked to be a reckless asshole and put his life on the line didn't mean that he deserved to be scornful towards his allies at the drop of a hat. He didn't know her, he didn't understand her, he didn't know the slightest thing about what she went through or the battles she endured. If he wanted to act like that every time he had a brush with death, he was going to have a long, long career ahead of him as a member of the federation.<br>"The people of Mandred would ruin that guy..."<br><br>Death was a daily event while Isabel was growing up, and the fear of it was frowned upon where she was from. That was why, even when there was a chance that she wouldn't have made it out, she had no hesitation whatsoever when she hit the self-destruct mechanism of her suit. It wasn't so much that she WANTED to die, it was just that she wasn't afraid of it, and she wasn't going to let it dictate her judgement when it came to making decisions that could potentially affect far more lives then herself.<br><br>She was tired of it by this point, honestly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 19:18:49</strong>
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				After being introduced to Mike and shaking the tech's hand, Baxter took a seat and let the other two men talk for a while, only speaking up when he had to order (a turkey bacon club, also with fries and a Coke). He didn't really want to interrupt, hearing all of the drama that he had stepped right into the middle of. First it was one of their members being in the hospital, now it was that the higher-ups were trying to withhold information from the pilots, which seemed like insanity to him. Why hide anything that would make it more likely for them to succeed in their missions? It wasn't very reassuring if William was telling the truth. He wanted to ask more about it, but not in front of the whole group. Soon enough, after Mike had invited them out somewhere tonight for a break (even though he had just arrived), the conversation had turned to the tech's new girlfriend, anyway, so he simply ignored it until the supposedly incapacitated pilot showed up to the commissary, bandages and all.<br><br>It was a short conversation. This "Sam" didn't even acknowledge his presence, which would have offended him more if he hadn't only acknowledged the Lieutenant and Isabel with a glare. Even the woman seemed to be getting mad because of that, and he hadn't seen much expression out of her since they met. "Did something happen with all of of you guys recently, or is it not my place to ask?" the former Zeon pilot questioned cautiously, not wanting to overstep his bounds. He was still the new guy, after all, and they knew as little about him as he knew about them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 20:28:22</strong>
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				William let out a low sigh as he watched Sam leave with that heavy cloud of tension hanging over the Table. If looks could kill Sam's could have easily taking out the entire table. William just set his burger down on the plate. Suddenly he had lost his appetite. He looked at Baxter as he asked his question. William couldn't fault him for that. Considering his experience with the 432nd thus far was less than exemplary. "Nah, It is alright. You're one of us and should know. The last couple of missions just didn't go as one would expect." He explained. He couldn't really think of any better way to explain it. Looking down at his food, he thought about something. After a couple of moments, he looks at Mike. "Do you think Tonight will be a Good night to go?" He asks. Mike's face lit up. "The sooner the better! Just one thing...Dress Nice. The place I will be taking you all does have a dress code, and No uniforms!!" Mikes states as he stands up. "I'll meet you all in front of the Paddocks at 20:00Hrs." He says happily as he leaves. Thinking about seeing Julia had him floating on Cloud Nine.<br><br>William smiled as he watched his lead tech leave. He turned back to Izzy and Baxter. "ok, You two are coming too! There is no backing out, that is an order. Remember what Mikes says. No Uniforms but wear something nice. I'll meet y'all in the briefing room at 1930hrs." He said with a grin. Digging into his burger again. Intending to find Sam and Drag him along as well. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"HEY RINEHART! how is that repair coming?!" A male voice shouted up at a pair of legs dangling out of Zaku's Hip Joint. There came a grumbling frustrated growl. "DAMMIT GIVE ME SOME TIME TO ACTUALLY DO MY WORK!" A woman's voice called back. After some wiggling, she manages to scoot out of the Joint. Standing nearly 7' tall. Her long ebony hair was braided into a long pony tail that was tucked into her coveralls. Her oil stained Coveralls were covered in Grease and Assembly lube. However, it it showed off her rather voluptuous body. Her Olive complexion showed a Mediterranean ancestry contrary to her Last name. Julia Rinehart looked down from the Catwalk. "This entire joint needs to be replaced!! The Bearing Journals are all spun out. The new plain bearings will just get tore up if we don't." She called down. "Make due! You know how the Colonel Is!" The Male shouted back. Julia growled again as she let her wrench fall upon the railing will a loud Clang. Of Course she did, but why do they need Techs if they won't fucking listen to them. The only bright part about tonight was that She was heading to "No Town". She leaned on the railing and allowed her self to daydream a bit. Hoping that cutie, Mike, would be there tonight at their favorite Watering hole.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 07:01:46</strong>
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				Baxter was surprised his CO would actually answer his question, but ended up being disappointed by the vague response he ended up with. He really wanted to know more; whether the team's own fault that the missions hadn't gone well or if it was some Zeon advantage, and what kind of foes they could expect to face out there, and what exactly had happened to make the team so tense. Before he could pull up the tenacity to press deeper, though, he was suddenly being <em>ordered</em> to go along to some civilian area out of uniform. He nodded as he was told where to meet later, taking a bite of his club and swallowing quickly. "Alright, I'll be there. Thank you," the British pilot affirmed, surprised that they would even want him along when they didn't know him at all yet. All the more reason to go and get to know his new teammates, though. He just had to remind himself to make a good impression, and not to reveal anything too personal right off the bat. In neutral territory, with nobody watch, who knows what might happen to a former Zeon...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 13:01:22</strong>
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				When Samson finally found Sam Richter, the Corporal was sittin on the ground near the front door to the barracks, drafting a 'request-for-transfer' letter.&nbsp; When he saw Samson approach, Sam put the pencil and paper down, and looke dup at his boss.<br><br>"I'll probably get the use of this eye back...&nbsp; that's what the doc says."&nbsp; Sam said, quietly.&nbsp; "It'll take a while, though.&nbsp; I know our suits can accmodate someone with this issue, but the thing is, I'm pretty sure you&nbsp; don't want a one-eyed gimp on your team."<br><br>Sam's expression wasn't so much of anger or hardness, now.&nbsp; What was visible of him was showing true fear, and nothing else.<br><br>"The doc said he did what he could, but there'll probably be some scarring."&nbsp; Sam continued.&nbsp; "Thing is...&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll probably be pretty hideous, now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 17:13:42</strong>
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				Samson looked down at his No. 3 man. He blinked as it was clearly evident that Sam was pretty down about being mutilated. Samson sat down next to him and kicked his feet out. "Corp. I don't think you can get any uglier then me. It is scientifically proven that is impossible." Samson stated jokingly. Trying to cheer his teammate up. "I know your frightened right now, and no. I am not letting you go. You're still a valuable asset to the team. Just give it some time. I am sure it isn't as bad as you think it is. Hell, if nothing else. We'll have matching scars." William said as he turned his face to show the large Crescent moon shaped scar just beneath left eye. <br><br>"Besides, at least you don't have to contend with this." He said as he grabbed a bit of his stomach. William was naturally barrel chested. While he was far from Obese, or even fat. It was something that always seems to nag at him. "This right here caused me so much fucking grief in Basic and it never goes away. No matter how much I work out and diet." He let out with a huff. William leaned his head back against the wall. "Mike is taking us somewhere tonight. Someplace "Special" apparently. So we're meeting everyone in front of the Barracks. No Uniforms. Civvies Only. Oh, and you are coming! no backing out. That is an order Corporal. You need some time away from base as the rest of us." William said as he stood up. Though he was a bit wobbly from being in the Sims all morning. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Julia was finishing preening herself in the mirror. She had spent most of the afternoon getting ready. Showering, Tweezing, make up and etc. "Oh, I got to hurry and pick up those two. They are coming tonight for the first time. She had been talking with Jillian about and she seemed excited. Julia put her outfit, and shoes for evening in a duffel bag, and wore "normal" civilian clothes. She knew that if Acar ever found out about "No Town" He would flatten it. So those that were in the Know kept its location a very closely guarded secret. After a brief walk, She arrived at Jillian's Quarters. She pressed the Chime and awaited her to answer the door. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>William sat outside the Barracks on one of the benches as he waited for the rest of his team to arrive. The sun had finally gone down and it was rather pleasant this evening. William was feeling a bit uncomfortable though. He was wearing nice khaki slacks, a brown leather belt and a pressed white short sleeve button up shirt. He been debating on whether or not he should have it tucked in or not. It looked more put together if he did tuck it in, but he felt it made him look fat. "Jeeze, why can't I get rid of you." He said as he looked down at his stomach." He wondered what the others were going to wear this evening. The No Uniforms rule was heavily stressed. Checking his chronometer, he let out a sigh. Mike will be there shortly with the car. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 01:06:51</strong>
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				For obvious reasons, Baxter's "business casual" wardrobe was pretty limited for the most part, so after searching through what he had and finding a station guard who was willing to let him borrow a shirt for the night, he managed to dress himself up in black dress pants, a long-sleeved, dark red button-up shirt (which made him awfully warm in this kind of climate, but it was all he could manage; he just hoped the place had air conditioning), and a black leather belt, with the shirt tucked in so he didn't risk making a bad impression with his new crew. Unfortunately, all he could do for shoes was his regular old black tennis shoes, but hopefully nobody would notice that.<br><br>At about 1925 hours, he stepped outside and saw William already there and waiting for them. After taking a deep breath to calm his nerves (there was always the risk of looking like an idiot when going out with people you've just met), he stepped over to the bench and stood in front of it, figuring the others would be along soon. "Hello, sir. Is that Sam guy coming with us?" he asked curiously, wondering if maybe his mood had gotten better since they first met.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 03:41:27</strong>
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				Isabel listened as Sam came out and expressed the real concern for that odd glare that he had given the two of them just a few moments ago, but she dared not say a word about it. It seemed that the two of them really were worlds apart, as she simply couldn't comprehend how he could be worried about something that seemed so pointless to her. Sure, she was a very lovely young woman, but that was never really something that she dwelled on or worried about. She could have been the ugliest hag in the world for all she cared, since that wouldn't impact her ability to fight or perform her mission in any way. As such, she simply kept her mouth shut and allowed her CO to handle it, though she still didn't really 'get it' exactly. In the end, she ended up listening to William's orders and acknowledging them with a small nod before she retired for the remainder of the evening, until it was time for the group to head out on William's special assignment that he had in mind.<br><br>Federation deployment instruction pamphlets required that every member of the federation forces bring along a single pair of regular civilian clothes, in the event that they had to leave post for whatever reason so that they would not give away their affiliation. Isabel had always wondered why carry around such pointless clothing when she was going to be doing nothing but fighting, but that preparation turned out to pay off when she had to meet up with the rest of the group wearing a black collared polo shirt (short sleeved, since she knew that the desert would be sorta hot), and a pair of decent looking kahki pants. She took note of the fact that most women in the federation seemed to pack some sort of long skirt or something, but Isabel found them uncomfortable, she much preferred regular pants. Unlike William, she had no mental argument about rather or not she would tuck the shirt in, as she felt that it simply gave a more professional appearance, though she had a flat stomach, so she didn't have to contend with the same issues that he did. Oddly enough, while she didn't have any sort of makeup on, her hair did look deliberately brushed and straightened. That could be attributed towards one of her few tent-mates refusing to let her leave without being at least a little bit fixed up for the occasion.<br><br>She made her way to the designated area and took a seat on the bench next to the one that William sat on, making it just in time to hear Baxter's question about rather or not the 4th member of their team would be coming. She kept quiet though, seeing no need to butt into the conversation when she had nothing to contribute.<br><br>........................................................<br><br>Jillian grinned excitedly and was quick to get to the door when she heard that chime, since she knew that there was only one person that it could really be. She was already dressed in a bright red tee shirt and a pair of bluejeans, her long red hair being tied up into a ponytail. She never had much of a taste for dress clothes, honestly, she felt that if a group of well dressed and perfectly maintained group of people suddenly just rolled into town in a small group, that would cause some eyebrows to wear. Besides, it wasn't like there was some sort of rank structure at 'no town' demanding that she look professional at all times. The idea that they were supposed to be hiding the fact that they were soldiers, after all.<br>"What's up, Julia? You ready to head out?"<br><br>They would need to go and pick up Catrina, obviously, since that overly melodramatic super-pilot needed to let off some steam and put back a cold one or two. That would be their next stop once they left Jillian's quarters, and it wasn't that far of a walk since the two of them were recently put in the same unit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 05:11:27</strong>
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				Sam was never a slave to fashion, nor to vanity.&nbsp; His fears about how his face would heal were more based in the fact that he simply didn't want to take on a vissage so repulsive that other people wouldn't want to speak with him, or worse, work with him.&nbsp; All he kenw was the team-atmosphere of driving a mobile suit, and barring that, his secondary MOS would mena that, if he were to lose his pilot's rating, he'd be forced&nbsp; back into a dull, lifeless intelligence billet, something that Sam found completely distastful.<br><br>That being said, Sam didn't let himself fall apart, either.&nbsp; Owing to the slightest possibility that the Earth Federation might allow himm a day of leave, he kept a modest selection of clothing for just such an occasion.&nbsp; A simple white button-down shirt, blue jeans, a simple black leather belt, and black shoes.&nbsp; It was simple, but it played to the looks that Sam had, it seemed.<br><br>The other change, though, came out more abruptly, to those who'd see.&nbsp; Apparently, in the intervening time between Samson's orders and the meet time, Sam had found someone to redress his wounds, so that the bandages on his face weren't quite as overbearing.&nbsp; The patch over his eyes was originally white, but the enterprising young med-tech managed to use a black marker to color it, giving Sam a slightly comical 'Pirate' look.&nbsp; All in all, Sam seemed to be a bit more relaxed.<br><br>Indeed, he was.&nbsp; This was owing to the Boss's pep-talk more than anything.&nbsp; The Boss had stated that, under no uncertain terms, he wanted Sam on the team.&nbsp; This, in the basic analysis, meant more to Sam than anything else, and he figured that if the Boss would go to bat for him, it was a small thing to make himself presentable to go out with Samson, to follow his orders.<br><br>Sam walked into the paddock area, quietly, and looked around at the assembled group.<br><br>"I can't drive, you know."&nbsp; Sam said, attempting to make some humor.&nbsp; "My depth-perception's shot to shit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:35:49</strong>
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				Catrina was on the floor in her room, doing a substantial ammount of push up's her vest top with camo pant's didn't have much strain, although Catrina had been in the hospital room for a while, she was eager to keep her fitness as much as possible as time continued to pass her, the idea of this "no town" intrigued her, not that she had really been in any such places, after all military was her life. So this might result in a change of pace for her, this is of course assuming she ever realised what the time was and got ready, everything about her current attire screamed soldier at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 19:14:53</strong>
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				William's mind began to wonder what Isabel would be wearing. Would she wear a Skirt and blouse, like most young women will? after a moment he chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, she wouldn't do that. Probably slacks or something "Neutral"." He mused before he heard the soft crunching of footsteps and looked up. He saw the new guy, Baxter, approached. William sat up began to stretch but stopped short when he felt the shirt get tight. "Hey, Price." He said as he stood up. "Yeah, Sam should be coming with us. Listen though, Don't let what you saw this afternoon give you the wrong impression. Sam is really a good guy." William stated. Trying to keep the peace within his Team. <br><br>The next to show was Isabel, and William couldn't help the little smile he had at seeing her outfit. Having figured she wouldn't wear anything really feminine. However, that didn't stop her from making the outfit work for her. William inadvertently gave her a once over and beamed her a smile. "You are looking lovely tonight, Izzy." he stated. Another thing he was unconsciously doing was sucking in his gut a bit. Though after a minute or two, he couldn't hold it anymore and relaxed with a bit of a depressed sigh. Everyone in his unit looked good and he felt like an elephant trying to squeeze into "normal" Person's clothes. Course all this was in his head. William wasn't vain about his appearance, he simply didn't want to be ridiculed about his shape. <br><br>William looked over and saw Sam approaching. His redressed bandages certainly making him much easier to look at. The Eyepatch sparked an Idea in his head. "If you're keeping that patch, I am getting you a pet parrot." He joked. "Nah, none of us are driving. hell, I don't know exactly where we are headed. Mike's in charge of that." He stated, before he approached Sam. Throwing his arm around the other man's shoulders he gave him a smile. "Play your cards right, you may be able to use those bandages and such to your advantage with the ladies." William teased. It was about this time that a Civilian van pulled up with Mike at the wheel. Stepping out, he was much more dressed up then the others. Wearing a charcoal grey three piece pinstriped suit and a matching Fedora. William couldn't only blink before he stifled a snort in laughter. "Are we meeting the Godfather?" He Joked. "When you're meeting a woman of Class like I am. You need to look your best." He said evenly. Not letting William's joke get to him. "Now, come on. I don't want to keep Julia waiting." He said. Herding everyone into the van.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Julia just let out a sigh as she saw what Jillian was wearing. "I swear, you'll never get a Man, dressed like that." She said. It was more of a tease as Julia already found one that satisfied her taste and didn't look at the rather Tall Woman as a freak. "Come on, lets get Catrina. Wanna place bets that she is going to try and wear something Zeon on?" Julia joked as they began the walk over. Jillian didn't have a point about what she wore.&nbsp; If they were all put together leaving base. that would get someone's attention. <br><br>The conversation between the two was friendly as they made their way towards Catrina's quarters. Since the destination, Rank was dropped. "I am hoping you managed to convince Catrina's to come. It would be a shame for her to miss out. I think she could use this night to relax more than any of us." She commented. Soon enough, they arrived and rang the door chime. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 07:34:31</strong>
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				Baxter wasn't sure whether to be relieved or nervous when his CO said that Sam guy was coming along, but at least it was an opportunity to introduce himself. William seemed to like him, and William seemed like a pretty decent guy in his own right, so it was probably just a fluke that he seemed in such a bad mood when the new teammate first saw him. "I'll take your word for it. You probably wouldn't have invited him if you thought he was a jerk, right?" Baxter agreed, hesitantly taking a seat on the bench so they could wait for the rest of William's party to arrive. As far as he knew, he had met the whole team now (even if he had somehow only managed to really talk with one of them, while the others either ignored him or ignored everyone), meaning it was a small crew. It felt strange, being the new guy in a group that already had dynamics he didn't know about, but war wasn't really about making friends, ultimately. It was just something you hoped to do along the way, so maybe someone could come around and save your life at some point.<br><br>The other two arrived quickly, making Baxter wonder if it was really worth all the effort he had gone to get a long-sleeved shirt. The only one who looked more uncomfortable in his clothing was the boss, and that didn't seem to be so much about the heat. He felt a bit overdressed, too, with his black pants naturally looking more formally than the others' blue jeans and khaki's, especially when combined with his shirt. The concern would have continued on through the night, but Mike from before put any over-formality of his to complete shame, so he ended up feeling rather relieved. His outfit was probably fine, anyway (aside from the light sweating it caused), but even if it wasn't, he was a candle flame next to a neon light with how much attention he would actually draw. <br><br>"What are the chances we'll run into any Zeon?" the British pilot asked as he climbed into the van, trying to mask his concern as curiosity. The odds that anyone would recognized him were a million to one, but still, he was a traitor to the Zeon flag, and the list of those names and faces were open to any soldier to read, just so he could be a more hated target. Even on neutral territory, he was sure someone would be willing to overstep the rules if it meant the chance to kill a defector...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 15:52:51</strong>
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				"I don't know. Chances are fairly high, but that is what is so good about "No Town". They don't allow soldiers." Mike said with a grin which caused William to look at him. "If they don't allow soldiers, then why are <em>we</em> going? Last I checked we all are soldiers, including you." William said. Mike smiled, "Why do you think we are wearing Civies? At "No-Town" There are no Zeons or Federation. We are all simply human." He explained. "That is another rule of No Town. You don't disclose your Affiliation for any reason."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 03:35:13</strong>
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				Catrina heard the door chime, with a sour ache in her back from her exercise she forced herself up the towel to her side was proof of her efforts in her routine, even now her mind was trained in how she could bring a swift victory for Zeon in this area, although that was quickly becoming impossible with what she found to be a total nemesis with those Gundam suits. At least her and sgt Green showed they wernt invincible, she had spent a lot of time with him after the event, he was a good man and Catrina felt guilty that he took the rap for her actions. But at least there was some moral restored in the Zeon ranks that the fabled white demons were able to be brought down, and by run of the mill Zaku's, it inspired a lot of faith for them that this is a war they could win. That the soldiers could live to see their families.<br><br>"I'm coming, just give me a moment." She stretched her arm walking towards the door, supprised at the sight of Julia and Jillian, their civvy clothing in comparison to her vest and combat pant's looked far more suitable, but Catrina didn't have much else that she could wear out to this town. Well... Except for that two peice dress and jacket she kept stored away. Gathering dust at the back of her cupboard. "Hey, were heading out now?" She mimic'd a smile, albit a poor attempt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 04:32:17</strong>
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				Julia's smile vanished as the door opened and saw what Catrina was intending on wearing. She blinked in astonishment. After a moment she let&nbsp; out a theatrical sigh. "I swear you two are going to be the death of me." She said overly dramatically. "Come on Missy. Let's get you into some real Clothes. They won't even let you into the gate looking like that!" She exclaimed as she turned Catrina around and pushed her back to the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 04:56:06</strong>
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				Isabel paused, rather surprised to hear the praise from her CO as to how she was looking tonight, however, she simply acknowledge him with a single nod and a smile before she turned her attention forward, once again finding herself the silent onlooker as the scene unfolded before her eyes. She did find it somewhat amusing as it all played out, but in the end she ended up piling into the van alongside everybody else without saying much or interacting with the scene in any meaningful way. Isabel still didn't have enough faith in her words to believe that she could speak without making a fool of herself, and she honestly had no idea what she was even supposed to talk about in this sort of laid back setting. She decided to simply remain quiet and observe for now, keeping her thoughts to herself until she learned more about how to interact in a more casual setting.<br><br>However, like Baxter, she simply couldn't relax when she was aware of the possibility that they could be so close to their enemies. Soldiers of zeon could potentially be no more then a block away at any point in time, and that caused her to be naturally anxious about how the night could potentially end up unfolding.<br><br>............................................<br><br>The sound that Jillian let out when Catrina opened the door was something between a laugh and a groan as she crossed her arms and propped herself up against the wall, her head buried in one of her hands. "Damn it, Catrina... Now I'm buying the first round." It turned out that Jillian was a betting woman after all, and even though she knew that the odds were against her, she felt like going up against the odds when it was something as casual and friendly as simply having a girl's night out on the town. She opted to remain outside when Julia urged Catrina inside, confident that the two women would be able to figure something out on their own while she went to go get the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 09:51:22</strong>
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				"Hey hey woah" Catrina exclaimed when she was turned and pushed back into her room, she didn't put up much resistance, more supprised by their actions than anything else "I thought you said there wasn't a dress code, so whats wrong with these?" It was hard to tell if Catrina to be obstinant or if she just didn't know about proper protocol about this type of event. She couldn't deny she was a bit nervous about the whole situation, this was a battlefield that Catrina didn't know how to fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 18:11:48</strong>
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				"Yes, there is technically no Dress code, but anything that even hints military is "Frowned" upon." Julia stated as they came to the center of the room. No Town was suppose to be a place were people, particularly soldiers, can get away from the reminders of the outside world. As Julia looked at Cat, she took a sniff. "You didn't even shower yet?!" She groaned. "Off with you, Take a shower immediately." she demanded. "I am going to raid your closet and such and see if I can find you something decent to wear." She explained before she took off to hunt down something. While Catrina was showering, Julia found the Dress Jacket combo. "It ain't much, but it is certainly much better than what she had." She mused as she worked to clean up the dress and make it presentable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 04:52:00</strong>
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				Not surprisingly, even though Mike had assured them that no one was allowed to where uniforms or reveal their affiliation in "No Town," Baxter only grew more uncomfortable. He doubted any loyal Zeon soldier who had a chance at recognizing a traitor among the crowd would just sit back and let him walk away undisturbed. The whole idea seemed a bit too-good-to-be-true him. He remembered hearing old stories from the world before Man expanded his reach into space, when wars were fought purely on the ground and, on occasion, the sky. He heard little anecdotes about how two armies would call a ceasefire on Christmas Day to play football together, or things like that. Each man was treated as a man, not a faceless target. "We are all simply human," as Mike said.<br><br>He had a hard time believing such things could be possibly here, though. Zeon were utterly ruthless; even civilians weren't often spared. And no man was going to sit down and have a friendly drink with the one he believed was his oppressor. But Baxter kept all of this to himself, actually hoping this could be a case where he was dead wrong. The last thing he needed was to parade himself around in front of an enemy that could recognize him. He wished he had at least snuck a sidearm with him. "What's the curfew for returning to base?" he asked instead, watching the horizon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 06:07:17</strong>
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				Sam simply shrugged, slumping into his seat in the van to get more comfortable.&nbsp; It seemed that the Boss's pep talk was having more effect now than before.<br><br>At least, that's how it may have appeared on the outside.&nbsp; Inwardly, Sam was relaxing for a completely different reason, and one all his own.&nbsp; It'd been a very long time since he'd been a civvie, to walk around without so much as a unit patch on his shoulder.&nbsp; There was a weight that went along with those markers of military life, and Sam felt relieved to be free of it, at least for a little while.<br><br>Curious, though, Sam did raise his eye to Samson, to hear his reply.&nbsp; It wouldn't be any good of Sam didn't return on time, lest he face a bullet for being AWOL.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 15:48:53</strong>
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				Catrina sighed as she was in the shower, the hot water washing away the sweat and stress that clung to her body. She wouldn't admit it, but it was one of the few times she felt female rather than a soldier. Maybe thats why she wouldn't admit it, it would be a weakness in the battlefield to show the more feminine aspects of her personality. Aspects that were likely to get her killed.<br><br>After ten miniutes she emerged from the shower, not showing any particular reservation for showing her near nude body, with just a towel covering her, she noticed the clothing that Julia had picked out for her, and for once in the entire time these two women have known her, Catrina blushed, "Wh-what, you want me to wear that? That's..." She quickly put her hand over her mouth, not wanting to give away her little secrets, unfortunately the hand she used was the one holding the towel up, as it fell away from her body. While a huge change from her usual baggy attire which now showed that it never complimented Catrina's curved feminine body, even her more muscular frame seemed to do little to hide what she really looked like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 19:33:24</strong>
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				Jillian had glanced into the room out of curiosity for what had been going on in there. There had been actually a very good reason for why she hadn't opted to enter the room as well and helped out Julia with her campaign to get Catrina into something a bit more femanine. It was a part of her that she had kept hidden away for a while now, out of a desire to keep her allies feeling comfortable around her and her best friend happy, but Jillian was actually bi-sexual, and she was worried that she'd spend just a bit too much time eyeing up the form of Catrina if she went in there. While Catrina usually wore baggy and non-complimenting military clothing, Jillian had been able to assess her as looking pretty darn good nonetheless, after all.<br><br>Her eyes widened a tiny bit, and she jerked her head away from the entrance, shaking her head just a tiny bit to clear her head. The LAST thing she wanted was for her bi nature to get out around here, she was kinda worried that it would hinder the ability for her and Catrina to get along and carry out missions... Or more importantly... she was worried that she'd lose one of her closest friends because of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 21:05:13</strong>
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				"Jeez, I don't know what you're apologizing for, Catrina. I know girls that would kill for that body, and many men as well." She said sly wink. Julia wasn't without her curves as well. Had she been "Normal" Height. She could have been in line for the title of "Base Knockout". A unofficial title for the hottest Girl on Base. However, her problem came from her height. At 7' tall, she towered over women and most men. That made it bothersome and at times damn near impossible, or at the very least in her mind. "Come on now, Get dressed! We're running late as it is." Julia stated as she handed the dress towards Catrina. <br><br>Julia's ears were sharp as well as the corner of her mouth pulled upwards a bit. Turning, she looked over her shoulder. "Why don't you come in and give Catrina your opinion as well, Jillian." Julia called. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Don't worry about the Curfew, I have it all covered." Mike said before William could as they left out of the base and into the desert. The glow of the base fading behind them as the desert and the night sky opened up before them. William simply leaned back and peered out of the window. Looking up at the star filled sky. It was simply beautiful. He propped his hand on his chin as he looked up at the sky. He let himself imagine that there was no war and that simply they were a bunch of friends out to have a good night. <br><br>It would take an hour and Half at driving at nearly top speed to get to their Destination. "We're here!" Mike called happily, but looking out the windows, all everyone saw was empty desert and a large mountain. As the Van approached, Mike began to flash his headlights in a patterned sequence. Soon, a section of rock face began to move. "yup, The reason no one can find "No-Town" is that it built within a old government bunker beneath a mountain." Mike explained with pride as they entered and the door slid closed behind them. Parking in a large lot, there were many other cars there. "Come, this way." Mike stated as he led the group towards the entrance. There, they were instructed on the rules of No Town (see OCC Post). They understood there were very dire consequences for breaking these rules.&nbsp; <br><br>Only after signing off that they will follow these rules that they were actually allowed inside. Once inside it was like entering a whole other world. Bright lights, music, laughter permeated the air as a projection of the night sky was shown above. To help those with claustrophobic tendencies. Casinos, Bars, Clubs, and restaurants lined the avenues. Barkers shouting hourly drink specials or features of their establishments that others didn't possess. No Town even had a "Red Light" district. There customers could go to brothels and negotiate terms for an evening's pleasure. While the Brothels had full control over the negotiations. Those that Run No-Town had strict rules on Hygiene and such. All brothel workers had to be tested for STDs every month. Depending on the type of viral infection. The Brothel/Worker is fined or even shut down to prevent cross contamination. So the workers, whether they are boys or girls, go to great lengths to ensure cleanliness. <br><br>William looked around in Awe. It reminded him of pictures he saw of a place in the North American Quadrant called "Las Vegas". "So, where do we go from here?" He asked Mike. Since the Crew Chief knew the place best. "There is a club called "The Blue Moon". It is a Blues, Jazz club. Really Swanky. You all may be a bit under dressed, but that isn't a problem. We'll just have to cut through the Red Light District to get there." He explained as he stopped at a florist shop and bought a dozen roses. "Oh, Julia is going to love these." He gushed as he eagerly paid the woman.<br><br>The trip through the Red Light district had William blushing up to his ears. He tried to make himself small and unnoticeable in front of all the lovely young women and Handsome men competing for customers. William was feeling very self-conscious about his looks now. As they walked he felt someone slide an arms expertly through his. "Aww, You look so shy." a honey sweet voice cooed. William looked over and beautiful woman had taken hold of his arm. His blush redoubled as she pressed her breasts against his arm. She was working on his insecurities in order to entice him into bed. "I can help you with that shyness, Baby." She said with a giggle that would have made most men into putty, but it made Samson very uncomfortable.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 10:24:30</strong>
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				Catrina took her time getting the dress on, it complimented her curves perfectly, but it was pretty obvious that she was hesitant about wearing it, Julia did a good job of getting it cleaned up. She really didn't know what to expect from all this, this "no town" if it even really exists, the thought of an area untouched by war was so sureal. Finnaly she was ready, the clothing hugging her softly, her hair changed from the usual ponytail to being allowed to flow down her back, it reached the bottom of her ribcage, to see it so long again was a supprise to Catrina, normally the ponytail was tucked under her jacket so it wouldn't be a distraction. "So... uh... Are we ready to go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 16:41:50</strong>
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				Julia smiled at the metamorphosis that Catrina went under. She seemed Softer now. not so hard edged. Actually approachable. "You look wonderful, Catrina." Julia gushed. Making her eager to slip into her outfit for the night, but that will have to wait until they arrive at "No-Town." At Cat's question on whether or not they are ready to go, Julia nodded. "Come on ladies. Let's make like a bread truck and haul buns." She laughed, leading them out of the room. <br><br>The trip for them was just as long as for the Federation pilots. Julia smiling as she saw the mountain in the distance. "We're almost there ladies." She called as the car bounded over the dirt road. The Entrance they were using was on the other Side of No-town. Just like with William and his team. Jillian and Catrina both were explained the rules and the rather harsh consequences for breaking them. Entering, Julia ducked into a spare room for a few minutes. "I'll be right back. Wait for me." She said to her companions. Coming back out. She was wearing a form hugging black cocktail dress. That seemed to accentuate her figure. Showing her to have a natural hourglass. In her hand was held a matching black Clutch purse. Instead of the usual high heels that one would wear with the Outfit. Julia wore more modest heels. She was towering flat footed. She wore a string of pearls around her neck that sharply contrasted with her olive complexion. Her hair was braided in a more elaborate and fancy braid. All in all, Julia was a Knock out. She smiled to her friends. "Lets go, Ladies. Our Destination is a place called the Blue Moon." She said with a predatory grin on her red lips. <br><br>Julia's Dress:<br>(http://www.chiffon-bridesmaid-dresses.com/wp-content/uploads/Cocktail-Little-Black-Dresses.jpg)&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:32:05</strong>
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				Well, Mike told him not to worry about it, so Baxter put his concerns aside and joined William in viewing the starry sky. The base was in a much more remote location than his last assignment had been and he had plenty of natural beauty to take in until they arrived at the infamous "No Town." After getting over the awe of finding out their destination was hidden inside a mountain, Baxter grew a little more comfortable by signing off the rules, knowing that anyone from the other side of the war that tried to start anything would end up severely punished for it, and probably not even able to report back about it to their commanders. With that settled, he was able to step in and have his mind completely blown by the scale of what people could do for the sake of unity.<br><br>He couldn't believe there were enough towns around here to support the existence of a location like this, especially if it was mainly for soldiers. It was like someone had built a Mecca for every night owl out there. With the casinos, bars, and brothels, this place had to be raking in more money than he could imagine, and even the more tempered people out there could probably spend quite a bit at the restaurants and clubs. Best of all, as many faces as he saw in the crowd, he couldn't imagine picking out which ones were Federation, and which ones were Zeon, and he had an even harder time imagining anyone could pick them out. Taking a deep breath, the pilot let his guard down a little and tried to focus on absorbing the sights and letting their tech chief lead the way.<br><br>After a while, he glanced over at Mike to hear they were heading to a blues and jazz club; not exactly genres he listened to all that often, but the club sounded pretty cool, and it was nice to hear he would at least be the least underdressed (aside from Mike and his girl, of course). "Does Julia work here in No Town?" he tried to ask the tech over the loud music, drawing a few intrigued and friendly looks from passing women for his accent, but ignoring them. He would never understand why people who weren't from England (or weren't raised by an English family, anyway) were so entranced by that particular accent. It wasn't like it actually made a difference to what the speaker's personality was like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 03:49:39</strong>
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				Isabel, despite how emotionally detached she was adjusted to being, couldn't help but be just the tiniest bit awestruck at just how huge and well settled in this "no town" place actually turned out to be. Considering the fact that her lifetime had consisted of little more then ruined cities, battlefields, and military bases, this was unlike anything that she had ever seen before in her life. Was... was this what regular civilian cities looked like? Was this what it was like to actually live on the outside? She looked around, dumbstruck for a few seconds at all the lights and life before she was able to snap herself back to reality and follow her crew to whatever location they were heading towards. She would simply content herself to remain as background decoration for now, not doing much or saying much until they arrived, at which point she would likely still remain rather quiet and subdued, even moreso then usual. She felt like a fish out of water here, all things considered, and she didn't feel particularly comfortable coming out of her shell just yet, even though it had developed a couple of tracks since she got assigned to the Gundam unit. <br><br>Of course, it seemed that her demeanor was fated to change when her commanding officer was suddenly intercepted and advanced upon by a woman wearing rather strange and revealing clothing. Isabel was entirely unaware of what the woman's job was, all she knew was that this lady was making William uncomfortable, his discomfort being about as bright as the neon lights and streetlamps that seemed to flood the city. Because of her lack of knowledge about what a brothel was, or what the people who worked there did for a living, at first she simply put on a look of confusion for a few seconds before she decided to step in, speaking in a meager voice. "... We don't know you, please get out of the way."<br><br>To the people that knew a little bit about Isabel by this point, they could potentially detect the small hint of insecurity and confusion in her voice, but to all 'outsiders', it would sound just as cold and emotionless as she typically sounded, the tone shift in her voice being minimal at best.<br><br>.......................................<br><br>Jillian's face got about as red as her hair when she suddenly heard Julia call out to her to give Catrina her own opinion on how the fellow ace pilot looked. Blessedly, Catrina pushed the subject along and the three were on the road well before she was able to form some kind of reasonable or understandable response for why she couldn't honor such a request. She often found herself wondering if Julia secretly knew about Jillian's expanded preferences, though the engineer never really seemed to show any obvious signs, there were a few small things she did from time to time that often made the redhead ace shudder or question her ability to keep said preferences a secret.<br><br>Catrina DID look amazing though, Jillian could hardly deny that as her comrade finally stepped out all dressed up. Compared to the other two (Julia not even wearing her dress yet), Jillian felt that she was actually significantly underdressed, enough to most certainly be noticed and frowned upon by any onlookers. She simply shook her head to throw those thoughts away and followed behind Julia, who she assumed would be something of a ringleader for the trio on this night. One of the amusing things that Jillian noted was that she and Catrina seemed to swap hair styles for the night, Jillian having put hers up in a ponytail while Catrina wore hers down. It was a thought that didn't linger long in her mind, but it lingered nonetheless.<br><br>When they arrived in "no town" and Julia slipped away to put on her dress, Jillian felt herself absolutely dumbstruck by the fancy black cocktail dress that seemed to hug her curves ever so lightly. Had Jillian been wearing some kind of jacket, she'd likely have hugged it closer over her shirt in an attempt to hide just how 'casual' she had opted to dress. Still, her pride refused to let her vocalize these concerns, and she did her best to hide her 'sore thumb' situation behind a bright smile and a pair of excited eyes. "Heh, I get the feeling that as soon as we get to the Blue Moon, you're gonna be spending the rest of the night sharing googley eyes with that boy toy if yours that you're always gushing about..."<br><br>She grinned, elbow-jabbing Catrina lightly in the stomach. "Don't worry though, I've basically made it my job to ensure that little Ms. Melodramatic over here cuts loose and has some fun tonight, with or without your help." ... Shit, she really could have phrased that better.<br><br>One internal conflict with her own snowballing imagination later, Jillian straightened up and made her way down the street with her two companions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 15:46:12</strong>
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				The Prostitute looked at the strange almost monotone woman blankly for a second. In her career, it payed to learn how to read people. It helped in spotting the best marks. Like The large man she was clinging to right now. He was hanging at the back of the pack. It meant he didn't want to be noticed or seen. That she could manipulate him more easily than the others. However, this woman was a bit harder to read. Her face was almost completely emotionless, but she saw something. A tiny hint of insecurity. "Well Sweetie, If you don't want other women going after <em>your</em> man. Than I strongly suggest you make it known that he is taken." She said with a huff. Before she let go of William's arm she&nbsp; stage whispered in his ear. Making sure everyone heard it. "She seems quite frigid. When you want things to "heat" up a bit. Come see me." She stated as she pressed her chest into him for emphasis. However it didn't have the desired effect on William. In fact he grew angry. "Don't talk about Isabel like that!" He demanded. He can take being made fun of or humiliated. However, you don't dare talk about his team. The Prostitute didn't seemed phased by this as she slipped out arm out of his. "When you want some real action, you know where to find me." She said as she sauntered off. Adding more pop to her hips. William simply stared at her. Making sure she did leave them. After a moment he let out a long breath before turning back to the others. Particularly Isabel. "Sorry for the scene. Thank you Izzy. I believe you may have saved me from a fate worst than death." He said with a nervous chuckle and blushing cheeks. <br><br>"Welcome to No-Town." Mike said with a Laugh. Turning to Baxter whom asked a question but was interrupted by the little scene that was being played out. "No, Julia doesn't work at No-Town. I don't know where she works nor does she know that I am a Feddy Tech. That is part of No-Town. You don't talk about your "Real Life"." Mike explained. "Now we just got to hit the bank by the Blue Moon." Mike stated absently. "I have money, Tonight is on me." William stated. Mike gave him a smile. "That is good, but I am taking care of Julia. She is my Woman after all. However, none of the businesses here accept Military script. Feddy or Zeon. You have to get it exchanged at the "Banks" For No-Town Credits. It helps in keeping people's affiliation a secret. It is kinda hard to make people think your Not Feddy or Zeon when your waving their script around." Mike stated. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The three women were walking down the street of No-Town. Turning heads as they went. Even Jillian was getting her fair share of positive attention. "See, No-Town is a place to relax and let your hair down" Julia explained seemingly sensing Jillian's unease about her attire, and wanting her to relax as well. They would be the first to reach the "Blue Moon". From the outside it looked like a rather unassuming brick and mortar building. The only indication that it was their destination was Soft blue neon Sign over the Door: "The Blue Moon". While outside, the Blue Moon was rather unimpressive. Inside was a stark contrast to the drab exterior. Inside, soft light and colors give a comfortable and intimate feel to the lounge. A long bar dominated one wall. A blue neon light tracing it's top. On the bar Back was the traditional mirror, and the racks displaying the house's selection of fine Liquor. A bartender quietly attending to those that chose the bar. His hair trimmed and slicked back as is the same with his handlebar mustache. His shirt and Vest immaculately pressed. A gold Zippo tucked into a Shirt pocket ready for any who should desire to light their smoke. Along the other two walls. Booths raised about 6 inches off the ground with over stuff cushions. A strip of Amber neon marking the step up. A portion of the floor space was given to smaller tables. each with white linen table cloths and a small Candle sitting in the middle. Waitresses in black cocktail dresses tending to these customers. Along the Back wall was the stage. Where Live music was always playing. A small hardwood dance floor just in front.<br><br>&nbsp;As the Girls approached the large Wooden Double doors. The Doorman smile and tipped his hand. "Good evening, Ladies" He greeted them politely as he opened the door. "Hello Roger." Julia stated with smile. "Miss Julia." The doorman greeted. Julia was a regular at the Blue Moon as well Mike. Inside she stopped by the Coat Check. "Excuse has there been any messages for me?" She asked the clerk. The shook his head. "No, Miss Julia. Mike has not shown up since the last time you two graced us with your visit. If he shows up tonight. I'll be sure to let him know you are hear and is waiting for him." He said with a smile. "Thanks, Hun. You're a dear." She said before leading the two girls towards a large corner booth. No sooner did they sit down than a Waitress was at the Table. "The Usual, Miss Julia?" She asked the Tall woman first. "Yes, please." Julia answered. The waitress scribbled something on a notepad before turning to the other two. "What can I get for you to drink?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 05:00:24</strong>
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				Sam stood back, watching the whole episode with Izzy, The Boss, and the working girl.&nbsp; Sam was, after all, allowed to observe his teammates as they operated outside the professional confines of the team, the better to work with them inside those said-same confines.&nbsp; What Sam observed made him chuckle, softly.&nbsp; The conclusion was clear, but it wasn't up to Sam to say anything.<br><br>Instead, Sam's eyes were drawn to another of the town's buildings, this one with a store-front that appeared to be filled with neon representations of cards, playing cards to be precise.&nbsp; Words intermingled with the neon cards promised all types of card games, but there was only one that Sam wanted:&nbsp; Poker.<br><br>"I'll catch you all later."&nbsp; Sam said, patting Samson on a shoulder.&nbsp; "I've found my fun for the night."<br><br>With that, Sam departed the group, and headed off to find a dealer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 03:23:56</strong>
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				"Hey... I'm not that overmelodramatic am I? I just want the war to be over with as many people alive at the end of it as possible" Catrina pouted playfully, the obvious undertones of what was said completely went over her head, thinking nothing of it. Although she is yet to smile, it was obvious Catrina was in some weird way enjoying herself. Catrina was mostly being taken aback by the sights, she's never seen a place so vibrant and full of life, following inside the bar with the others as they made their orders, eventually she had to choose herself, but she wasn't sure what to get. "Umm waters fine right?" She asked Jillian.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 04:06:18</strong>
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				Jillian looked over at Catrina with a rose eyebrow when her fellow ace asked her simple question about rather or not water would be fine. The redhead then proceeded to shake her head with an exaggerated groan before she looked at the menu with a bit more diligent of a gaze. She already knew about what she was getting, so she figured she would just gun down the most vanilla and least potent thing on the menu, and hopefully Catrina would be able to enjoy it. With that, Jillian ordered her own special, before getting Catrina a 'blue tonic'. Supposedly it was the bar's specialty drink, so if Catrina was going to like anything on the menu, it would be that. Of course, she did request that they tone down the alcohol a bit for Catrina's sake, as well.<br><br>Once back in her seat, she would hand Catrina her drink before speaking in a playful voice. "No, by the way, water's NOT fine tonight. Just relax, I got you taken care of."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 06:03:25</strong>
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				Baxter wasn't quite sure what to think as the little spat with the lady of the night interrupting his question, but figured it wasn't his place to make speculation. The female pilot, Isabel, seemed even more awkward in her speech than he would have guessed. She definitely wasn't the social type, but the way she told the hooker off seemed more confused than anti-social. He couldn't really guess at her reason either, whether she had a thing for William, didn't like that type of woman, or just didn't want anyone like that interrupting their night on the No Town. Whatever it was, it was probably a smart move on the woman's part to just move off, considering how dangerous he was sure the bluehead was. Hopefully that would be the last they saw of that type.<br><br>Moving along, the British-Zeonian had his question about Mike's girlfriend answered and could begin to feel the niggling suspicion in the back of his mind at where she might work, but decided to keep that to himself. He had no evidence other than probability, after all, and he didn't want to ruin the techie's good mood. He appeared to be the only person in this group who wasn't insecure about being here, for one reason or another, so his good nature was driving the whole thing. If he succumbed to that, they would just be a big group of mopers, walking around and worrying about their chance of getting recognized, or their gut, or their face, or their hidden personality issues. It had been too long since Baxter had had the chance to just relax and have fun, so it was a precious thing.<br><br>"That's alright, I can pay for myself," he told William at his offer, even though he knew he would be turned down. That didn't bother him, though; he was starting to like his new crew, and become a bit more laid back as a result. William seemed like a very generous and friendly sort of guy, and Mike was more outgoing and chipper than most tech guys he had met. He still didn't know what to make of the other pair, especially since one had just left them to go play cards, but if William and Mike liked them, he would probably come around to them eventually.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 00:44:00</strong>
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				Baxter's assumption that William would not take "no" for an answer was correct. "That is a negative, Baxter. Think of this partially as your welcome to the group." William stated as he finished exchanging a couple of hundred Feddy script for Credits. It was really more than he can afford too, but a night like this didn't come along very often. Also, he rarely splurged so it was a good thing to let loose tonight. From the Bank, the group made their way to the Blue Moon. William wasn't exactly impressed as it's exterior was far more subdued then the other places of No-Town and its closeness to the "Red-Light" District was a bit unnerving as William didn't want to run into that girl again.<br><br>As soon as they entered William's eyes grew wide. It was like looking into a History book. It looked like the old Blues bars of the 20th century. One could easily imagine flappers and gangsters rubbing elbows here. "She's here!" Mike nearly squealed with excitement having gotten the message from Checking in his coat. He was beaming with a mile wide grin and was fighting to regain a "Cool" Composure. William chuckled a bit. It was good to see someone so happy in this world. It was scenes like that that made it worth fighting. This is what William wanted to protect. "That is wonderful, Mike." William stated. "Well, lets head in and see what we can see." William told the group. Eager to reunite Mike with his Girl. <br><br>From the stage, a Red-head was warming up as the band was tuning up. It would seem that they arrived just in time for the house band to play. However, it became evident that something was wrong. One of the players kept doubling over. The woman talked to him a bit and then pointed off stage. He appeared not to want to leave, but the Red-head was adamant. Finally turned back to the microphone she gave a polite cough to get the attention of the crowd. Her voice was silky and smooth like pure honey. Her red sequin dress dazzled and flashed in stage lights. (think Jessica Rabbit) "Well it would seem that our Bassist isn't feeling well so to borrow a old cliche. "Is there a Bassist in the house?" She said with an amused Chuckle. William slowly raised his hand. "Ah, from the back! Please come forward." The Singer called. "Now don't y'all go thinking that I am skipping the bill. Just tell the waitress that the drinks and whatnot is on my tab tonight." He Told the group before making his way to the stage.<br><br>William climbed up to the stage as the Singer took a step back. "My, aren't you..."Healthy" She complimented with a very approving grin. "What's your name, Dear?" She asked. "Um...Uh. S-Samson, William Samson." He stated a bit nervously. This got a chuckle from the woman as she brushed a gloved hand over his cheek. "Ooo, Samson. Such a strong name. Do you play bass?" She continued. Making sure to catch the conversation on the microphone for the benefit of the audience. "Yes Ma'am." William answered. It was almost painfully obvious he was military, but his affiliation was still secret. The Singer continued to Chuckle, deeply amused by the awkwardness of the the newcomer. "Can you demonstrate for us?" She asked. Hoping that a bass in hand would help him get over his shy awkwardness. William nodded as he approached the bass guitar. Even from the Get go, he treated the guitar like a precious treasure as it wasn't his. The guitar was a Fender Jazz bass in Tobacco burst. After fiddling with some of the setting to better suit him. William looked at the Singer to which she gave him a nod. William took in a breath and let it out as he played a bluesy Pentatonic Scale. Sliding from that into a Funk Slap and pop routine. The Singer let out a whistle "It would seem we have found our Substitute Bassist for the time." She said to the crowd with received an enthusiastic applause. "all Right boys, "Hummingbird" She stated, but mouthed the Key to William figuring he'll have to wing it. However, William was intimately familiar with B.B. King's "Hummingbird". It was one of his Favorites. So the band warmed up and started to play.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Alright, loves" the waitress said as she took the drink order and headed off to the bar. Julia was craning her neck to see if she can spot Mike when he entered. Blessedly she didn't have to wait long before her face lit up in happiness. "MIKE!" She called as she began to scoot herself out of the booth. "excuse me ladies." She said as she trotted off. Mike heard his name called and looked around. He spot the tall amazon moving quickly towards him. "Julia!" He called back in excitement as he moved to meet her. The Two threw their arms around each other and Julia picked Mike up off the ground. "I missed you, Mikey" She said squeezing him. It was actually a fairly humorous scene. The Height difference and all. "How are you, Julia?" Mike asked once he was stopped being smothered by Julia's breasts. Julia let him down but didn't stop embracing him. "I am fine. How are you doing?" She stated and returned the question. "I am doing much much better now that I am in your arms again." Mike stated as he gave Julia another tight hug. It had been over a month since they saw each other last. Julia blushed and smiled. Running her fingers through Mike's hair. <br><br>After a moment she looked up and saw the two others with Mike. She leaned down and motioned with her chin. "Are they with you, MIkey?". Mike looked back and saw Both Baxter and Isabel. "Yeah. There are two others, but one opted to play cards and the other..." Mike said as he pointed to William on Stage playing bass and surprisingly well. He looked a lot more relaxed than he had all night. "Then you'll have to introduce me." Julia stated as she gave him a playful slug in the shoulder. Mike nodded and took her hand and led her to The to remaining members of the 432nd. "This is Isabel, and Baxter. This is their First time to No-Town. The big man on stage is William. He is new too, but seems to be acclimating just fine." Mike explained. Julia gave the two a very friendly smile. "it is a pleasure to meet you two." She said warmly. She was being honest. it was a pleasure to meet them. "Come, I have a booth waiting. I have some friends with me tonight as well. I'll introduce you." She said as she Led The group toward the large booth. "These are my friends Jillian and Catrina." She stated as they approached the Booth. "Hello, I am Mike." Mike introduced himself and Isabel and Baxter.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Jazz Bass:<br>(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSSmBGgD841x422YFa9DIvGzwycyLd3H7ejKIP7yGhwX79vhmSZtiXYLEDA)<br><br>B.B King's "Hummingbird"<br>BB King - Hummingbird (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fERk1AVu2CM#)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 13:37:27</strong>
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				"Oh, alright.. I geuss" Catrina sighed, when she received her drink she had a sniff of it before taking a sip, pursing her lip as the alcohol trickled down her throat "Why is it bitter? How do people enjoy this?" She asked out of genuine curiosity, suddenly Julia returned back with some other people. "Hey, nice to meet you" She put on a smile, meeting new people was defently not her strong suit.<br><br>(sorry for the short post, I've been getting major writers block)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 01:28:31</strong>
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				Jillian sighed and rolled her eyes when she asked about how bitter it was. "it's a bit of an acquired taste, I guess..." Of course, she found herself stiffening up just a little bit when Julia brought Mike over, followed by a man that she didn't recognize and... wait... Jillian recognized that woman from somewhere, she was sure of it. Yeah, that was the feddy pilot that blasted her own Gundam back in the base. While she wasn't part of the reason for Jillian's temporary capture, Jillian most certainly recognized a familiar face when she saw one.<br><br>Baxter, on the other hand, she was fairly certain that she had never seen before in her life, something that would relieve the ex-zeon soldier if he somehow recognized the ace pilot from somewhere.<br><br>Jillian simply kept on a friendly smile and tried to save face, since Isabel was the only person in the trio that she recognized. "How's it going? You guys enjoying your time here so far?"<br><br>......................................................<br><br>Isabel felt like an absolute fish out of water as she entered the bar and her CO was dragged on stage for some sort of performance. This time her silence and stiffness was brought on more from her insecurity in an unfamiliar environment rather then her just being a cold and isolated individual. This wasn't something that Isabel had displayed a whole lot of up until this point, but one of the woman's greatest fears was the unknown, she hated having there be unknown variables that she was unable to control and account for. Due to just how little she knew about this setting or possible events that could potentially come to pass if certain conditions were met, she honestly felt completely out of her comfort level here, and that was something that bothered her.<br><br>She would simply offer the two women a small nod when Mike introduced the two of them, she was too distracted to recognize the redhead sitting across from them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 16:48:44</strong>
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				William would play a few songs on the Stage, garnering some attention before the the House's Regular Bass player would return. Having expelled the offending material and taking some medicine. He was ready to resume his post. "Please give Mr. Samson a round of applause." The Singer stated as William sheepishly waved to the audience as he stepped off stage. It didn't take William long to find the others. As he approached the Table, he took a stutter step. While he didn't recognize the tall Woman, and the other. The Red head he did recognize. She was the Prisoner they took during their last operation. "Something wrong, William?" Mike asked as he noticed the stutter step. "N-No. Nothing wrong at all. I didn't expect to be in the company of such lovely young women." William said with an honestly friendly and warm smile. He also meant Isabel in that statement. It was a bit obvious she was not comfortable, and that saddened William a bit. that was the whole reason for tonight. So everyone could relax and let go. To remember they were human. <br><br>&nbsp;"I would dare say that Mike, Baxter, and I are the Luckiest Men in this establishment" William stated as he approached the Table. "Flatterer." Julia teased. "Hey, now William. I already claim this one." Mike joked as he leaned up and gave Julia an unmistakable kiss. "Good evening, I am William Samson. An acquaintance of Michael." William introduced himself before taking a seat. The only one open being next to Catrina. William sat a bit hanging off the edge of the overstuffed cushion. He didn't want to crowd the girls so they could be comfortable. "What can I get for you, Love?" The Waitress asked. "A Tall frosty Lager, Yuengling if you have it." William stated. "As a matter of fact, we do." The waitress&nbsp; stated as she scrawled the order down. "Oh, and one more thing. This Table is on my tab. that is including these lovely young ladies, as well." William stated as he indicated Catrina, Jillian, and Julia. The waitress shot him a smile. "Feeling generous tonight, are we?" She giggled as she left to take the order in. "Wow, I haven't played bass like that in a long time. I can't feel my finger tips" William joked as he made a show of rubbing the feeling back into his hands. "So, how is everyone doing tonight?" He asked the table to make conversation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 20:44:20</strong>
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				"Well...thanks," Baxter replied lowly as William denied him the option of paying for himself. It was a bit weird to have someone he barely knew covering his tab, but it felt better that he wasn't being treated like an outsider to the man's crew. Smiling, he followed the crew to the club, stepping in and looking around with as much wonder and awe as the others. Again, he never really listened to jazz in his life, at least not because he wanted to, but this place was just too for him not to be pulled into the atmosphere. He was really starting to feel underdressed, but he'd probably feel even more uncomfortable if he had come in flashy clothes like Mike. <br><br>Chuckling as William got dragged off to play onstage, he stuck with Mike and Isabel until the former's soulmate popped up and embraced him. Baxter smiled awkwardly and tried not to stare. Not because the two were really getting entranced and forgetting about them, but because he never seen such a tall woman in his <em>life</em>, and that was saying a lot when you were in the military. He just kept his distance and didn't say anything until the tech came back over and introduced both of them, feeling a bit strange that he had to tilt his head back so much to look Julia in the eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too," he assured her politely, following her to the table. Unlike Jillian, and then William, he had no idea that they would be Feddies sitting with Zeons, even if he knew in the back of his mind that they probably surrounded on all sides by soldiers from both Factions.<br><br>Taking a seat in the booth, he smiled at the new women and ordered a pint of beer for himself when a waitress came by. "It's very impressive," he answered Jillian's question, noticing she was probably the most underdressed of them all. It seemed Mike and Julia were the only ones who knew what they were getting into. "I haven't had the chance to do much more than look at it, though. I'd love a chance to look around a bit more," he explained, feeling relieved when William came back, so he wasn't the only single man at the table, moreso because Mike was still looking a bit distracted. He didn't really notice that William was acting any more awkward than usual when he saw Jillian, since he and Isabel had been like that pretty much the whole way here. Not that he was feeling more than marginally better; it was awkward trying to think of things to talk about when you couldn't discuss your war affiliation or background at all. "Have you two been here before?" he asked Catrina and Jillian, trying to keep away from dangerous subjects.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 03:30:52</strong>
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				The place was called, obviously enough, 'The House Of Cards', and it delivered on the promise of card games.&nbsp; There were a few blackjack games here and there, but it was also fairly obvious to anyone who'd venture inside that poker was the establishment's main activity.&nbsp; Tables were all over the place, some with professional dealers, and others that were simply populated by players doing a 'dealer's choice' kind of game.&nbsp; That was where Sam found himself, at a full table with others like him, wanting nothing more than a good, quiet game.<br><br>Initially, when Sam entered, he went to the cashier's cage and got a descent stack of chips.&nbsp; Then, with chips in hand, he availed himself of the place's vendor-windows, one of which sold cigars.&nbsp; When he had what he needed, Sam found an empty seat at a table, and started his quiet night of fun.&nbsp; Now, roughly an hour later, his chip stack had grown a bit, and so had his reputation.<br><br>"So, kid..."&nbsp; An older guy accross the table said.&nbsp; "What do you do?"<br><br>"Play cards."&nbsp; Sam said, as he reached for chips to call the older man's bet.&nbsp; "Other than that, I can't tell you."<br><br>"Yeah..."&nbsp; The guy said.&nbsp; "Rules of the place.&nbsp; I've got kings full of eights."<br><br>"Aces and tens."&nbsp; Sam said, laying his cards down.&nbsp; He'd ust won, again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 01:23:42</strong>
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				Catrina bowed politely as they were introduced, "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Catrina Seren- Ysena, I'm Catrina Ysena" She sighed, she barely caught herself from revealing that she was a member of the noble Serentelli family of Zeon. "Come on Catrina play it cool" She thought to herself, she didn't break the rules did she? Hope not. Hopefully it would pass over as they moved to sit down, she recodnised the voices of the other pilots, did they recodnise hers? Perhaps she should be prepared to bring them down, her death for the death of the Gundam pilots would be fair trade. She took a quick sip of her drink, cringing as the bitter taste hit her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 19:59:53</strong>
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				It is a pleasure to meet you, Catrina." Michael stated though he was understandably distracted lavishing affection and attention to the wonderful woman, Julia. "yes, It is a pleasure, Catrina." William said with a smile.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 04:49:28</strong>
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				"Nah, this is our first time here. Pretty interesting place, this city." Jillian, of course, had been referring to the town all along rather then the bar in particular. "Pretty amazing that a place like this can flourish even out in the middle of a desert though. If you'd told me about it before showing me firsthand, I'd have laughed and told you to stop pulling my leg." All in all, Jillian thought that things were going pretty well. She could keep cool if the Gundam pilots could, and obviously nobody came here looking for a fight.<br><br>Jillian did, however, have to stifle a groan when she caught a glimpse of Catrina and saw that serious look in her eye, no doubt that Catrina identified that these were their rivals every time they hit the battlefield, just as Jillian had. Seemed like it was up to the redhead to get her war-torn friend's mind out of the depressing slump again. Damn it all, this night was going to be <em>fun</em>, and Jillian was going to make sure that Catrina enjoyed herself in one way or another. As if on queue, just then the music got a bit more energetic, and Jillian seized the opportunity by rising from her chair and grabbing Catrina by the arm. "Ooh! Looks like the floor is starting to open up, let's go."<br><br>Without taking no for an answer, Jillian urged Catrina out of the booth and towards the dance floor. Were she thinking in a more 'fun' mindset like before she'd realize what she was doing, but right now she was actually taking Catrina's mindset, judged from her eyes, pretty seriously and she wanted to make sure that everything was okay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 20:34:21</strong>
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				"Yeah, I would have to agree. I didn't believe Michael when he told me..." William said only to be interrupted by an outburst from his Head Tech. "See, Never doubt me, Boss." Michael said before he was instantly drawn back into Julia. "enough Michael. It's been a month since we seen each other." She pouted as she pulled him tight to her. Nearly onto her lap. Which Had Michael giddy as school boy if the shit eating grin on his face was any indication. "As I was saying, Yeah. This place is pretty amazing. It is like the outside world doesn't exist here." William continued with a smile. Like Jillian, if the Zeons were willing to play it cool, than he was more than happy to share a table and a drink with them. <br><br>William laughed as Jillian suddenly burst from her chair to Drag her quiet friend to the dance Floor. "Have fun you two. I got a frosty beer coming, so I am gonna wait." William called. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 03:38:35</strong>
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				Catrina's chain of thought was very briskly shut down when Jillian, her comrade, and victim of these Gundam pilots, pulled her away from the table, surely she noticed it as well and wanted to get as far away from them as possible, it was understandable, but as they sunk into the dance floor Catrina leaned in and whispered, "Good call, now we can make our get away before they catch on, perhaps we sho-" Her sentence was prematurely cut as someone jerked into her and pushed her forward, fallling into Jillian's arms. Pausing for a moment before she realised what happened, "I am, so so sorry" she said meekly lightly blushing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 03:48:57</strong>
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				Isabel took a seat in the booth, finding it actually a bit of a relief to get off of her feet for a little while. Now that she could actually get slightly comfortable she felt her thoughts come back together, though by then she wasn't really paying any attention to the two ladies who just stepped out onto the dance floor. Once the guests were gone, however, she found herself turning towards William with a rather curious look in her eye. "This place is rather... loud..." Of course, when compared to some clubs out there this was absolutely nothing, but Isabel had no way of knowing that. She had never been around such a lively and energetic place in her entire life, after all, so it wasn't all that surprising that this was a bit of an uncomfortable experience for her.<br><br>....................................<br><br>Jillian began to reply to Catrina's statement about how they should get away, and she began formulating all sorts of plans. However, her train of thought was completely shattered when some random person bumped into Catrina and sent the black haired pilot crashing against Jillian. Of course, the redhead's arms quickly wrapped around her to hold her up, though Catrina wasn't the only one blushing by the time Jillian's mind caught up with her body. "D-don't worry about it..." Once Catrina was stable, Jillian pulled away a small bit, though truth be told, their bodies were still rather close together. "You take everything too seriously, Catrina... This is neutral ground, nobody came here looking for a fight..." With a small smile, Jillian caved in to her impulses and reached around, putting a hand on the small of Catrina's back as the other held her shoulder. "I can't imagine you're much of a dancer, are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 04:12:51</strong>
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				Baxter watched the two women they had just met disappear out into the crowd after a brief answer from the redhead, then turned back to his freshly arrived pint of beer, taking a sip and otherwise trying to figure out what to do with himself. Mike and Julia were completely lost in each other, Isabel seemed to be overloading on new information and experiences, and William was his commanding officer, plus he couldn't even mention people's backgrounds in this highly secretive city, so he was at a bit of a loss of what to talk about. He wondered what the other member of their team was up to at this point, if he had actually managed to win any cash off on his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 05:12:04</strong>
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				William's face lit up when the Waitress returned with a tall frosty glass filled with a red colored liquid and a thick head on top. "Aw, Yeah. Sweet Ambrosia." William said as he raised his glass and took a swig. Leaving a thick coat of the foam head on his upper lip. Looking like a mustache. He let out a long "Ah" as he felt the cold liquid settle into his stomach. As he set his glass down, He noticed that Isabel was looking at him. "Something wrong, Izzy?" He asked a bit concerned. William got up and sat down next to Isabel as she spoke at how loud the room was. Course it wasn't loud at all as he could easily hear her across the table. "I guess it can be a bit loud. If you're not used to it." He said. He was validating her concern. She was one of his Teammates, and he wanted to look out for her. He wanted to look out for everyone. That was just the way he was. <br><br>"Come Mike, Let's dance." Julia said as she nearly drug Mike to the dance floor. He was laughing all the way. It would seem he made his mind up about something. The two dance happily as they sashayed across the floor. Taking them close to both Jillian and Catrina. "You two look like you're having fun." Mike beamed at them before he lead Julia to a more seclude spot of the floor. Mike slowed the dance as he said something to Julia. Her mouth made a large "O" in shock before she let out a squeal of excitement. "OH MY GOD!" before she took Michael into her arms and began to rain kisses all over him. "Well, Well. Looks like someone is having a good night." The Singer joked as the band continued&nbsp; from the little interruption. <br><br>"I am sorry, Izzy. If I had known that coming here would have made you this uncomfortable. I'll wouldn't have dragged you along. I just thought that coming here would be a good way for everyone to let out a little steam. We been under so much pressure lately." William said as he grasped at the the frosty mug of Beer.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>14-10-2012, 04:48:43</strong>
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				For Sam, the rules were simple, as far as cards went.&nbsp; Play for the duration of two cigars, and no matter what his chips were like, leave the table.&nbsp; That way, he'd ensure his enjoyment of the game without making the greivous mistake of overextending himself.<br><br>At the time of his second cigar's end, Sam's stack was well above what he had when he got to the table.&nbsp; In point of fact, he was in posession of about five times his original bank-roll, and the stacks of chips were impressive to behold.&nbsp; When he made his exit, Sam was greeted with a few good-hearted objections, mostly by people who wanted a chance to get their money back, but in the end, Sam walked away.&nbsp; It was time to find some other form of fun.<br><br>Once his chips were cashed in, Sam took his earnings out of the House of Cards, and let his feet wander for a while.&nbsp; He was sure that Will Samson would find him when the time was right, so Sam had little in the way of urgency.&nbsp; Instead, he walked slowly, letting the ambient sound of an establishment wash over him, telling him what was happening inside.<br><br>Once Sam was outside one place, the sound of well-[layed blues guitar made itself known to his ears.&nbsp; Sam smiled, and took a peek inside.&nbsp; &nbsp;Surprisingly enough, near one of the tables, Sam could see the rest of his group, including the boss.&nbsp; Sam decided he'd had enough alone time, and elected to join the others.<br><br>Ten minutes later, a tray of drinks was delivered by one of the palce's servers, who was followed by Sam, himself.<br><br>"I bring drinks!"&nbsp; Sam announced, smiling broadly.&nbsp; "The cards were good to me, tonight, so I offer good tidings to you all!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-10-2012, 18:01:14</strong>
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				It was probably a blessing that Sam chose this moment to arrive. William was fearing that he may have asked a bit much of Isabel, in bringing her here. Over the weeks they worked together, he gathered she wasn't used to social situations, and was starting to feel like a heel. His head shot up as Sam announced that he had good luck with the cards. "That is good, but it is even better that you knew when to walk away." William stated as he motioned for Sam to have a seat. "Mike, and Julia are on the dance floor. You missed the excitement as Mike told her something that got her all excited. Julia also brought a couple of friends. Real pretty too." William stated. Once Sam sat down, William leaned over to them all. "That one with the long red hair. She was our prisoner during that operation in the rift valley." He whispered. Hoping to save Sam the shock when they come back over. "But we are not here to fight." William hissed. Making sure that statement was understood by all. "We're just men and women trying to relax tonight, and since Julia is the one that brought them. I am willing to put Dollars to Donuts that She is Zeon too. However, that doesn't matter. Look how happy they are." William stated drawing everyone's attention to a secluded corner where Mike and Julia were dancing in their own little world. "That is what I want to protect. The ability of two people to find each other and fall in love." He finished. A second later, William started to blush heavily realizing what he is saying. "Sorry, I didn't mean to carry on like that." He added.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 15:40:46</strong>
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				Catrina smiled, although she had a little practice dancing, it wasn't quite the same dancing that was taking place in the club at the moment, she sighed thinking of the irony. "Afraid not, at least nothing that should be seen outside of a formal do or anything. How about you, any good?" She couldn't help but think of the enemies that they were being introduced too, she could end the threat once and for all, but for what. Plus she wouldn't allow them a honourable death on the battlefield, to be snuffed out here would do them a disservice. They deserved that much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 17:27:48</strong>
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				Isabel settled into her seat when William apologized for bringing her out here, and she started to calm down a bit considering the setting that they were in. When they realized that people were starting to take to the dance floor, the band started to settle down and play softer and more slower paced music, which allowed Isabel to clear her mind and gather her breath a bit more easily. "I think I'm okay now, sir... Thank you." If she was this much of a fish out of water in such a casual social setting, then she would have a hell of a time integrating with the normal world once the war was over and she was no longer able to fight. She realized that she had no choice but to make the best of this and try to learn and adapt as much as possible, for her own sake.<br><br>..........................................<br><br>Jillian's smile grew even wider as her grip on Catrina grew a bit tighter. "I've done a bit of dancing in my day... Just follow my lead and you'll be fine." Catrina seemed to be calming down a bit, which was a great relief to Jillian. Were she in the mindset that she was in just a few moments ago when she tugged her comrade away from the table, Jillian would likely consider her job done and return to her drink. However, right now she had a lovely lady in her arms, and she felt like dancing a little bit. She began guiding Catrina through a gentle dance, telling her when to shift her feet and how to sway her body so that it looked like she knew what she was doing. <br><br>Jillian had to admit that being this close to Catrina, even though she was supposed to be stifling her affection for the fairer sex, felt extremely nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 01:35:54</strong>
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				William smiled as she said she was ok. He had to admire her strength. Even though such a setting was fairly overwhelming to her. She was grin and bearing it like a champ. "You're very welcome, Izzy." He said quietly. William continued to drink his beer. The alcohol slowly taking it effect as he found himself more and more relaxed. Looking out over the dance floor, His eyes feel upon Both Jillian and Catrina, as well as Mike and his olive Amazon, Julia. Mike and Julia look so happy and completely oblivious to all around them, and the two zeon pilots seemed be enjoying themselves. He couldn't help but smile at the scene. finishing off the last of his beer, William stood up and stretched. His shoulders popping a bit. Turning to Izzy, William bowed and extended his hand. "May I have the pleasure of a dance, M'lady?" He asked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Robelwell202</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 05:14:14</strong>
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				It was slow, that was for sure.&nbsp; Sam was riding high on a rush from winning so well at the poker table, and now that he was in the company of his compatriots again, he wanted it to continue.&nbsp; However...<br><br>The first&nbsp; clue was when he saw the Boss ask Izzie for a dance.&nbsp; There was something between them, and there wasn't any room for Sam in that picture, nor should there have been.&nbsp; They were a world unto themselves, and that's how it should've been.<br><br>Next, Sam caught sight of Mike, and Mike's lady.&nbsp; They were apparently entangling with each other, and in so doing, becoming even more entranced with each other.&nbsp; Again, Sam could find no fault with that.&nbsp; In this world torn apart by war, by towering mobile&nbsp; suits like the one he piloted, and to catch even a small break, to step across imaginary booundary lines, or better yet, to toss thos lines away...&nbsp; that was worth it.<br><br>Then, the full wieght of things hit Sam like a ton of bricks, as it were.&nbsp; He didn't belong here, not now, and not ever.&nbsp; The team had some cohesion, but it wasn't somethin that Sam would ever know.&nbsp; There was just something missing.<br><br>AS he watched the others enjoy themselves, Sam slowly, hopefully wthout being noticed, removed the dotags that hung on his neck.&nbsp; After dropping them in Samson's glass, he slipped a few bills under the galss, to payfor another round of drinks for the group.&nbsp; With that done, he turned away from the table and began to walk away.&nbsp; Just before reaching the door, he turned back and caught one last look at the Boss,before stepping out the door.<br><br>"It's been fun, folks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 01:43:49</strong>
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				One could say that Night was a reasonable success. Everyone was on their best behavior, and no incidents occurred. Though for William, there was one dark spot. Sam Richter disappeared. The only thing to indicate what happened was his dog tags at the bottom of his glass, and some money. William is going to have to report Richter's disappearance, and most likely he'll be declared as a Deserter. A very harsh crime, however, due to the War going on. It is relatively easy for one man to disappear amongst the chaos of the War. Either way, William wished Sam the very best of luck. On the way back to the base. William was quiet as he holds Richter's Dog tags in his hands. His thumb rubbing over them. Mike was beaming with a mile wide grin. Though he refused to say why. To distract him from the darkened mood he was feeling cause of the loss of his first man. William twisted in his seat and looked over to Izzy and Baxter sitting in the back. Much more comfortable now that there was more space. "So, what did y'all think about tonight?" He asked. <br><br>Back at the base, William reported to the Colonel. As expected, she was less than pleased. Blessedly, she didn't press for information on where they were when Richter slipped away. "Well, at least you won't be a man down, Lt., or should I say Captain." She said without looking up from her Desk. William just blinked. "You didn't know? You and your squad is getting promoted as well as a citation for destroying that Mobile Armor." The Colonel explained as she&nbsp; pushed a small velvet box towards William. "I think you need to take off those Lt.'s bars, Captain Samson." she hinted flatly. William reached down and opened the box. there was a set of silver "Railroad tracks". William removed the Lt.'s bars and pinned the Tracks in their place. "Also you will be getting a new man. A Lt Makoto Takai. Here is his Dossier. Look it over. His Mobile has been delivered with him. I am still trying to get a replacement suit for Corporal, or rather Sargent Raimen, as well a real suit for Corporal Price. Something Big is brewing so make sure to get the new guys up to speed, Captain." She states sternly. "Understood, Ma'am." William stated as he came to attention.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 01:53:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto sighed as he sighted down the barrel on his weapon. It was always a pain having the re-sight the thing after any sort of the travel. The top brass wouldn't let him install a program on the thing that would automaticly save his sighted settings. So he had to manually do the procedure. After another few minutes he had it sighted and ready for action. He shut down the machine's computer before exiting out of the cockpit. He grabbed the repelling line and let it lower him down to the ground before stepping off. "Ok now to find my new commander." he said as he went to the officer's tent looking for a Lieutenant Samson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 22:24:35</strong>
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				Baxter had enjoyed the evening for the most part; it was a bit awkward, at first, not being able to discuss affiliations, or backgrounds, or even personal ideologies for fear of letting out which side you were on, but by the end of it, he felt he was a bit closer to his teammates. Well, William and Mike, anyway, and even the latter was too focused on his lovely amazonian girlfriend to really pay attention to the others. It was hard to say he had gotten any "closer" to Isabel, but at least now he understood the woman a bit better. All of that said, though, it was a relief to be returning to the base, where he didn't have to choose his words so carefully, and definitely didn't have to worry about being recognized by anyone. Heading back into the team's barracks, he took off his shirt and the black slacks, folding up the former to be returned to the lender later, then put on some more casual attire as he sat down for a breather. With the others out of sight for the moment, he took out a notepad and began to write down the names of the three women they had met that night, along with a couple details about their appearances and personalities; whatever little had been offered. He liked to keep every scrap of intel he had on enemy pilots logged extensively, and he had a hunch he would be facing at least one of them on the battlefield.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 00:59:15</strong>
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				Isabel was a bit uneasy when her commander suddenly came out of nowhere and requested a dance with her. She wasn't entirely sure that she even knew what a dance <em>was</em>, let alone how to actually take part in one. In the end, she ended up hesitating for long enough that William was able to notice their comrade backing out of the door and leaving, which seemed to put him out of the dancing mood. As the evening went on though, Isabel did feel herself slowly getting more comfortable with the setting and crowd that she was in. Even the two girls from before that she ended up recognizing as the zeon pilots from before seemed to hang around and simply want to relax for the evening once they got done with their dance. It was hard to tell what was going through their heads, truth be told, but Isabel didn't mind just this once. As the group was making it's way back to base, Isabel did indeed notice the empty seat, and it made her wonder just what was going through his mind. This guy had demonstrated military immaturity on quite a few different instances, the first being when he snapped at his superior officer for no reason just because he threw himself in a dangerous situation. In her cold, isolated way of thinking, Isabel couldn't help but wonder if the group would be better off without him and his childishness.<br><br>There was a lot about humanity that she still had to learn, apparently.<br><br>Once they were back at the base and settled in, Isabel was naturally surprised to discover that she had been promoted from that last battle, despite the fact that she self-destructed her Gundam and likely would have died were it not for her allies. Just like before she typically lived between the firing range, where she started to branch out into showing her skills with automatic weapons and heavier weapons, and her barracks where she would relax and try her best to get a little bit of sleep, though sleep was still something that didn't come easy to her. Still, judging from the daunting array of weaponry that she had demonstrated skill with over the course of recent days in the firing range, maybe she was better for more then just being a dedicated sniper.<br><br>................................................<br><br>Jillian, despite running into the feddies that had captured her before, left no-town feeling giddy that night. The evening out with Catrina had gone incredibly well, the dance bringing out feelings in the redhead that she had tried to smother and keep under wraps for a long time. As she laid down to bed, she wondered if she, perhaps, couldn't make something a little bit more happen between her and her most trusted and beloved comrade... Catrina most certainly didn't seem <em>opposed</em> to the subtle and small advances that Jillian put forward, so there was some hope. For the first time in years, Jillian wore a bright grin as she settled down into her bunk and got some shut-eye, and she found herself genuinely looking forward to what tomorrow would bring.<br><br>.........................................<br><br>Late in the evening the next day, a knock would resonate across Acar's office, he had a visitor, apparently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 15:03:25</strong>
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				Jillian wasn't the only person that was giddy. Julia had a grin so broad she swore her cheeks would fall off. She was so happy that she completely forgotten to take off her cocktail dress. Blessedly, Jillian and Catrina reminded her. As their Car rumbled across the sands back towards the Zeon base. Every once in a while she would giggle like a little girl and squirm in her seat. Julia was positively glowing. She couldn't even sleep that night as she rolled in her bed. Her mind constantly replaying what Mike had said and that got her excited and flustered all over again. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>William trudged towards the Officer's tent. Now that he was promoted, that meant more paperwork and responsibilities. He had completely forgotten about asking Izzy to dance at No-Town, but had he remembered he would have kicked himself for doing so. It was obvious she was uncomfortable at the time and him asking her to dance, logically, would have made her even more uncomfortable. As he entered the Office building. The other officers stood and clapped. Shaking Will from his thoughts. "Wha!?" He yelped as he was startled. One Lt. came rushing up and pumping Will's hand. "Congratulations Captain. The entire base is talking about how you and the others took out that Zeke Mobile armor." The Lt stated enthusiastically. "Um...ok. Thanks?" Will stated. A bit overwhelmed by the reception. "Yeah, though Mobile suits crawling around tunnels. Like a bunch rats! yeah. That is the perfect name for your Unit, Samson. "The Desert Rats." Another Captain sneered. Captain Jemimah Grafton was one of the older, more seasoned MS pilots on Base. He and his men were some of the first to receive the GM Ground Type production model. Will could have taken offense, but he turned it around. "Desert Rats, huh? I like that. Thanks, Captain." He returned with a warm smile. Remembering that the pilot of the purple Gouf called him and his Team Rats in the cavern. <br><br>After that, he moved to his desk, and sat down. Will didn't notice that the name plate on his desk was still stating him as a Lt. Soon he became aware of someone standing just in front of his desk. Looking up, Will blinked at the person. "Um...can I help you?" He asked. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Thank you for your Hospitality, Colonel Acar. I'll be sure to notify Zeon High command." The General that was in charge of the Mobile Armor develop said as he was in the middle of preparing his team to return back to Side 3. "Yes, please be sure that you do." Acar replied with False warmth. Acar Saluted the General only out of regulation. He had no respect for the man whatsoever. He slumped back into his chair once the General left and rubbed his eyes. At least the General was taking that blasted Child and her nurse maid along with him. Also, he was taking those that could no longer fight, and thus were useless to Acar. As Acar leaned his head back and kept his eyes closed. He groaned when he heard a knock on his door. "Enter!" He bellowed.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 20:51:23</strong>
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				Acar was obviously in a bad mood, however, his mood was very likely to turn around when the man who knocked spoke his piece. When Acar entered his command, the door opened and an incredibly intimidating man made his way into the room. The man stood at about 6'5, and his form consisted of nothing but lean and smooth muscle, he was far from bulky, but he appeared to be incredibly physically strong. His hair was dark brown and fell to about his shoulderblades, messy bangs sometimes covering his purple eyes if he shifted in the wrong position. Despite that, though, the most intimidating thing about him was the way that he carried himself, he had a composure of utmost confidence despite his somewhat ragged appearance. He offered a surprisingly crisp salute when he was all the way in the room, and he spoke in a very cool and collected voice, though there appeared to be a hidden level of malevolence behind it, a natural dialect in his speech.<br>"Colonel Acar, it's an honor... I'm Captain Graves McNeal, me and my boys, the stalkers, are transfers into your unit as of today. I'm looking forward to serving under you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 21:00:06</strong>
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				Acar looked up from his Desk. There were so many coming and goings between His base and the Sides that it was hard pressed sometimes to keep things straight. Acar's desk was a visual representation of it. As much as he tried to keep things neat and orderly. the continuous piling of paperwork always seemed never ending. Acar's eyes narrowed at McNeal. The New comer gave off a confidence that was a bit refreshing. Not like that last person, Ghost. He seemed to have nothing but a chip on his shoulder, and hard-on for events of the past. Acar took a deep breath through his nose as he surveyed McNeal. The News was indeed welcomed. The "Stalkers" was a fairly infamous unit, but they always got the job done. Something that even Acar can appreicate. Acar stood up and looked McNeal squared the eye. "Welcome to Africa, Captain McNeal. I have heard great things about you and the Stalkers. So I am looking forward to seeing great results." Acar stated, surprisingly respectful. Returning the Man's salute. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 22:20:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;As he walked up to the tent Makoto smiled seeing that this base seemed to have itself in order if a bit rowdy. He was conversing with one of the soldiers getting caught up on what been occuring when he noticed a man walk in and be hailed a hero. He heard words of a promotionbeing passed around as he watched the man walk over and sit in Lieutenant Samson's desk. He was a bit perplexed before he began hearing the word promotion being pass around by several of the officers. <em>"So that's why he's there."</em><em></em> thought as he made his way over to him.<br><br>&nbsp;As he stepped up to the desk Makoto set down his duffle bag and waited to be acknowledged by William. As soon as he was addressed by the Captain, Makoto came to attention and saluted. "Sir Lieutenant Makoto Takai of the Fourth Mobile Tacticle Corp reporting for re-assignement as ordered Sir!" he said to him lowering his salute. Fourth Mobile Tacticle Corp was an sniper MS unit operating in the Eastern Africain front.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 23:50:19</strong>
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				William blinked a bit stupidly a moment before his mind finally gotten in gear. He remembered that The Colonel told him about a new guy. "Takai, huh?" William said as he returned the Lt.'s salute. He picked up the dossier that he was given about 10 minutes ago. Flipping through it, he nodded. "I see. You're a sniper huh? Interestingly my unit already has a sniper...(shrugs). How personnel is doled out is above my pay grade. I am Captain William Samson." William stated as he stood up and stretched. Coming around the desk, Will reached out to take the Lt.'s hand to shake. "Welcome to the 432nd Forward MS Team. The "Desert Rats" as we have just been so unceremoniously dubbed." He said before letting Takai's hand go. "Now then. Let me show you around and see if we can run into others." William said. Eager to get away from the bearucratic aspect of his job.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>28-10-2012, 00:02:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto nodded his head before reaching down and grabbing his duffle bag. "Thank you sir. Though if you don't mind me saying it, you don't exactly look or sound british Sir." he said with a small grin. Makoto knew his history well and he decided to make a joke out of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>28-10-2012, 12:09:53</strong>
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				Catrina spent the majority of the morning helping to organise and see off the injured soldier's that were returning home, wanting to spend as much time with each of them as possible to wish them a safe journey, she was sure they appreciated having one of the bases ace's stepping down from the pedistal to appreciate their efforts as an equal, because end of the day, thats all she was, she was a soldier too like these men, she was just a bit better at it. <br><br>Last night continued to buzz in her mind, by the end she felt like she drank so much she couldn't really remember the main details of the night, last thing she remembered her and Jilian were dancing in a really plush bar. But she hasn't seen her since, she was up at the crack of dawn as usual, but her scedule was entirely different today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 00:56:07</strong>
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				Isabel, as one could likely expect, was busy out at the firing ranges again, though this time it seemed that she had gotten a bit bored by just firing off a sniper rifle, as she was instead firing off a semi-automatic carbine with no scope outside of the iron sights. Judging from the array of weaponry she had splayed out in front of her, it seemed that she was getting a bit of rust knocked off with other forms of weaponry as well, proving that she had a bit more of a diverse skill set then she initially let on.<br><br>.......................................<br><br>Jillian was distracted the entire day as she worked with the mechanics to get her new Dom up to snuff, she couldn't think about anything other then last night, the night that she and Catrina spent together. Maybe it was just because her imagination was getting the better of her and she was kinda romantically lonely at the moment, but there seemed to be something between the two of them... Agh, she was thinking about this too hard, there was no way that Catrina was interested in girls, that would be just way too good to be true...<br><br>It was so hard to keep focused, Jillian really needed to sit down and have a stable conversation with her comrade again just to clear the air and get her head back on track.<br><br>..................................<br><br>As soon as Acar dropped his salute, so too did Graves. Though he would never show it, part of him was somewhat surprised to see the colonel show respect to somebody else at all, he half expected some sort of arrogant ego trip from the man as soon as Graves revealed that he planned on complying to the rank structure and feeding into Acar's over-inflated sense of self worth. With a cool smile he took a few steps back, speaking in an even and level voice. "So when can we expect operations to start? Me and my boys are getting a bit itchy to face these legendary 'white devils' ourselves. As you well know, the Trojan Horse is closing in on earth even as we speak, so Zeon high command wants to wipe Jaburo, and these other Gundams, off the map before it arrives, for obvious reasons."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 01:09:13</strong>
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				After a while, Baxter put on his jacket and found his way out of the team's tent, figuring it would be good to find the others and see if he could get some intel off of them. He had a sneaking suspicion they might have known what was going on with those three women better than he did, but even if he was wrong, it was worth asking, thanks to how little intel he had on any of the enemies he was going to be facing here. He had plenty of skill and adaptability when it came to combat, of course (otherwise he wouldn't have been transferred here), but he hated going onto the battlefield without at least a few shreds of info on the other pilots, and the gear they would be pulling. Some just went in guns blazing, but he was an analyst; every bit helped.<br><br>Unable to find William, and having no clue he had been promoted up to the officers' tent, he tracked the team's first sniper over to the shooting range. Standing back, he waited for Isabel to finish her clip before speaking. "Hey," he said loudly to get her attention, giving her a second to realize he was there and process his presence before he went on. "You guys don't happen to know anything about those women we saw tonight, do you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 02:17:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131964.msg7136679#msg7136679">Quote from: Sessha on 28-10-2012, 00:02:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Makoto nodded his head before reaching down and grabbing his duffle bag. "Thank you sir. Though if you don't mind me saying it, you don't exactly look or sound british Sir." he said with a small grin. Makoto knew his history well and he decided to make a joke out of it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Nah, I am not from Europe. My family and I hailed from the Southeastern North American Quadrant. I think that name came from our last mission. Which we were underground. I believe it was meant more as an insult than anything else. Though We do have someone that certainly "sounds" like he would fit in with the Original Desert Rats." William explained with a chuckle as he led the Lieutenant outside. Though he was impressed that the Lt. would know of Field Marshall Montgomery's "Desert Rats" of the Second World War. William stopped to check his watch as if he was thinking about something. "hmmm, Raimen is usually at the firing range about now so we'll start there. Maybe we'll catch her." William stated though there was a certain gleam in his eye when he mentioned the Team's Current sniper. <br><br>They arrived shortly after Baxter. William smiled that he caught them both at the same place. Saved him some walking. "Hey, Izzy, Baxter!" William called out as He and Takai walked up. "Hey, We got some new blood. This is Lt. Makoto Takai. He just transferred from the Eastern African Front. He was with the Forth Tac Corps. A sniper." He said to both Izzy and Baxter. "Lt. Takai. This is <em>Sargent</em> Raimen, and Corporal Baxter Price." Will stated with emphasis on Izzy's new rank as she hadn't been notified of it yet. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"At the Moment, we are cleaning up after that last Fiasco with the Mobile Armor Test. The Research and development Team will be leaving in a couple of Days. Along with other <em>Distractions</em>. Once they leave, we can finally focus on crushing the feddies here in Africa." Acar stated as he sat back down behind his desk. "Get yourself squared away with supply for your billet, Dismissed Captain." He stated as he started working on the bureaucratic side of his job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 05:37:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto smiled easily to commander. "Glad to see you know your stuff to Captain." he said as they walked an idea already forming in his head for something fun and interesting for him to do. As they made it to the firing range Makoto was introduced to two people and he noted that William put empasis on the girl's rank which ment that more than likely she had been recently promoted and hadn't been told about it. But what got him to smile at her was that she was practicing with different weapons useing nothing but iron sights and something in him jumped at the chance. "Excuse me Captain." he said before walking over to the master of arms and requesting several weapons for himself. <br><br>&nbsp; He came back a few minutes with an assault rifle, a pistol, a submachine gun and a rifle all of which only had iron sights. He settled into the spot next to Sargent Raimen and began to put shots down range. He began burning through ammo putting shots down range. After the first magazine was finished he ejected the spent one, loaded a fresh one and click the fire selector over to full auto and began to cut loose. He aimed the weapon low on the target and squeezed the weapon and watched as the weapon made a relatively straight line up the target finally expending the last few rounds into the target's "head" section. "Clear!" he called over his shoulder before setting the weapon down and picking up the submachine gun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 05:46:59</strong>
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				Isabel paused, rather surprised to see that she had company on an 'off' day where most of the base would be too busy relaxing or letting their batteries recharge after a stressful downrange week. When she saw that it was their newest ally (in her mind), she simply nodded and propped her back up against a nearby pillar, listening to him as he asked her about those girls from the previous night. She spoke in a light voice, answering the question to the best of her ability. "I do... One of them was a zeon pilot that we were able to capture during a recent operation, though she was rescued by her allies before we were able to return to the camp... Odds are high that all three of them are members of the Zeon faction, and they're going to be our enemies."<br><br>When she saw him writing down information, she couldn't help herself but smile just a tiny bit. It seemed that he was keeping track of his enemies so as to plan around their habits and the courses of action they took on the battlefield, a respectable trait. "They're very skilled and have good reflexes, trying to fight them with melee weapons is rather dangerous unless you're using a mobile suit that's on par with theirs. Last time we fought them, they were using the Dom units, the newest weapons off the Zeon assembly line from what we've seen... They're fast, and tough, however, they don't seem to come equipped with very many long ranged weapons." This, of course, was all just speculation on her part at this point, but every little bit helped.<br><br>Again, she jolted as her commander and another stranger walked up into the range, William putting a bit of emphasis in the fact that Isabel seemed to have been promoted without anybody telling her. "..." She would simply give William a nod of understanding before turning her attention to the new person, who she would acknowledge without saying anything before he decided to take to the firing range himself. Isabel took this opportunity to speak&nbsp; to her commander about the same question Baxter had just asked her. "Sir, do you have any information on those pilots that we met last night? Or their mobile suits?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 06:10:36</strong>
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				Baxter wrote down everything Isabel wrote him religiously, making sure every last detail was stored in his notepad, even if none of it was able to relate back to tactics just yet. For now, it was good enough to know for sure that at least one of them was a pilot (though Isabel hadn't specified which one; he guessed the very tall woman), and it was very important to know what to take into battle with him. He had seen quite a few skirmishes turn sour because his squad hadn't been properly equipped to counter the threat that was placed against them. Skill meant a lot on the battlefield, but you also needed the hardware to back it up. Rumors through the Federation were that some of the best new prototypes even allowed complete newbies and kids to dominate on the battlefield, so it was helpful to go in with the advantage already on your side.<br><br>"So be sure to bring ranged weaponry and try to avoid getting in too close to the Doms," Baxter concluded just as William appeared with a new squadmate in tow. Well, that Sam guy had disappeared during their night out, and while Baxter hadn't asked anything about it, it looked like there was some very fortunate timing in getting them a replacement right away. He was surprised to hear Isabel's promotion, and from the look's of William's uniform, she wasn't the only one. That now put Corporal Price as the lowest ranked in the unit, even under the new Lieutenant, but thankfully this crew didn't seem to care about rank all that much. "It's nice to meet you, Lt. Takai," Baxter stated in his theme-fitting British accent, but since the sniper seemed more interested in trying out the firing range at the moment, he stepped off to the side and prepared to write down whatever William said to Isabel's question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 19:04:48</strong>
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				Takai's eagerness to show his skill was admirable and gave Will a smile. He turned to Izzy as she asked if he had any more information on the pilots they met. Will looked over Baxter's notes a bit. "No, Nothing really to add. One of the girls was one we captured in our last operation, but had to let her go." He said. I think the Girl that came to rescue her was also there at the Club, but I am not positive." He said. "Also, the doms appear to skate across the sands, so I think they use hover jets mostly. That would account for their maneuverability." He mused. "Oh, did you two look over your suits yet? I know they are only temporary Assignments until your Gundams arrive, but best to look them over. The Colonel thinks something "Big" is in the works. So I want us to be able to work as a Cohesive unit by then." He explains. <br><br>When the "Clear" was called by Takai, William looks up at the targets that Makoto was shooting at. He lets out a low whistle. "Wow, That is very good Lt." He said proudly. Will wasn't a slouch with the hand held weaponry either. he just wasn't as good as Izzy and Makoto. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 13:23:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;Before Makoto could begin squeezing off rounds from the submachine gun he heard William over his shoulder talking about his skill. He turned and looked over his shoulder at him. "Well sir if you are aiming at one target and want make sure the most amount of rounds hit him and do the most amount of damge you aim low towards the groin and then let the gun do the work as your walk it up the target." he said before turning back and again cutting loose this time from a kneeling postion. <br><br>&nbsp;This time he was aiming for a more wide burst area then just a single target. Makoto slowly moved the rapid fire weapon back and forth across the three targets before his weapon clicked empty. He had managed to get them all while keeping a fairly tight shot grouping though there were a good number of wild shots he still kepted most of his shots on target. "Clear!" he called again before setting the weapon down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 07:34:36</strong>
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				Isabel didn't pay much attention to Makoto as he ran through rounds on the firing range and put her record for accuracy up for rivalry. It seemed in her mind that he was doing it simply to show off and try to impress his new teammates... Then again, Isabel was absolutely horrible at reading people period, let alone a person that she knew nothing about, so there was really no possible way for her to know for sure. Either way, when the firing stop, she spoke again in a light voice. "Also, I don't suppose you have any information on when our next mission is going to be? Or..."<br><br>She averted her gaze, realizing she was bringing up an awkward subject that William likely didn't want to talk about. "What we're going to do with Gundam 03?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 03:21:41</strong>
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				William looked from Makoto's firing prowess to Izzy as she spoke up. As usual, she was soft spoken. Something that Will gotten quite used too. Though others found it "creepy". To others she seemed to detached from the world and life that it was disconcerting. That just made Will want to try harder to open Izzy up. to show her that she isn't alone. That she has the Team. "The Colonel didn't say much on the next mission. Only that something "Big" was brewing. Usually that means a bad report for Intel. That is never any good for us ground pounders, eh?" He said looking at Izzy. trying to get her to smile. When she looked away. William let out his breath. "Well, at this point the Pilot is labeled a Deserter. So she has no pilot if that is what you're asking, Sargent. Though Unit 3 only has Standard equipment. Do you still want it?" Will asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:26:24</strong>
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				Isabel sighed lightly when she heard that the pilot had deserted the group, though honestly, she still couldn't understand why, she and Sam simply thought with two completely different mindsets on just about everything, so she didn't have it in her to comprehend what would cause him to abandon his post like that. When she was asked if she wanted Gundam 03 even though it only had Standard equipment, Isabel would lift her gaze back up towards him and shake her head. "No... I destroyed my Gundam... That one isn't mine."<br><br>Isabel was sure that it would be difficult for others to understand, but for her, her mobile suit was less of a weapon and more an extension of her own body. There was an old soldier creed that started with the line <em>"This is my rifle, there are many like it, but this one is mine."</em> and Isabel, for better or for worse, seemed to be the physical embodiment of that particular creed. As such, she glanced over towards Mikoto and Baxter, speaking in her typical soft tone. "One of them should have it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:26:24</strong>
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				It didn't add that much to what they already knew, but Baxter wrote down what William said about Doms probably using hover jets, just in case he could come up with some way for them to counter that later. Depending on what type of jet they were, it could have turned out they had higher difficulty traversing certain terrain, which the team could use to their advantage. The other detail, about one of the pilots having been recently caught by William's crew, was actually a bit more important, even if it didn't seem like it. That meant that these Zeon pilots were going to take greater precautions on getting caught, and having ways to escape if they were, so some extra measures would have to be taken before another capture was attempted.<br><br>As the topic turned toward the next mission and, more personally, what to do with that man Sam's leftover Gundam, Baxter tucked his notepad away and turned quiet. This was much more something for William and Isabel to talk about, since he had barely known the man. He seemed decent enough, but he turned out to be a deserter, and that certainly had to be a rattling thing to learn about someone you trusted with your life. It wasn't his place to say what to do with the suit, so he didn't say a word until Isabel suggested either he or Makoto take the debated unit. "I prefer more of a close-combat and scouting set-up, but I wouldn't want to let the suit go to waste. I'm sure Corporal Richter didn't intend for it to be left for storage," Baxter commented, hoping that would help the others feel better about putting the Gundam to use again. "Of course, that's only if Lt. Takai doesn't want it. He seems pretty decent with any sort of firearm."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 15:37:00</strong>
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				Will's expression darkened a bit as Izzy spoke on how she destroyed her suit. It gave him the impression she was blaming herself for it. Granted it was her decision, but It did achieve the desired outcome. She even went so far as to say to give it one of the other two pilots. He looked towards Price as he gave his two cents on the issue. However, his expression didn't soften any. He reached out and took Isabel's shoulder in a gentle, but firm grasp. "Enough with that, Sargent! No one is blaming you for destroying your Suit. You did what you had to, to defeat your enemy, achieve the Mission, and come home safely. That last one being the most important in my book. They can replace mobile suits, but they can't replace good pilots." He stated sternly looking her directly in the eyes. "If anyone tries to come after you for it, I'll tear them apart with my own hands." Will growled. He then looked at both Takai and Price. "That goes for you two too. No machine, nor person can replace any of you. We are a team. We work together, and look out for one another. I want us all to come home safe and sound." He stated with conviction. <br><br>William took a breath to calm down and it was then that he realized that he had yet to let go of Izzy's shoulder. He quickly recoiled his hand as if he had been shocked. A hint of blush on his cheeks. "My apologies, Sargent." He quickly stated. "Okay, then. Corporal Price, Unit 3 will be your suit for now on. I am sure you will like piloting it better than one of those damnable GMs. Takai brought his own suit from the 4th MTac. So make sure your familiar with it by this evening. Tomorrow we'll start training so we can get a feel for each other before we are sent out into the Sandbox again." William stated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 02:09:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto looked up from where he had finished squeezing off rounds from the pistol when he heard William speak about being pilots and what not. "Don't worry Captain I'll make sure I come back alive." he said before lowering the pistol and picking up the rifle. "Now the real fun begins." he said before turning to Izzy. "Hey Sargent care for a little friendly compitation?" he said to Izzy with an easy smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 15:58:14</strong>
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				Isabel paused, somewhat startled by the fact that William reacted so strongly to such a simple statement that she had made. She wasn't blaming herself for the loss of her Gundam out of grief or some self-inflicted grudge, rather she was just stating the fact that she had indeed caused her Gundam to self-destruct, that was a simple objective fact that couldn't be overlooked. Still, it was good to know that he felt so passionate about the lives of his subordinates, she supposed. If Isabel could say anything at all about her superior officer at this point, that would most certainly be the word she would use, passionate. Still, the message that she didn't want Gundam 03 got across, and it got passed off to Baxter.<br><br>After that, she turned her head to hear Makoto's request for a 'friendly competition'. She blinked a few times before lightly shaking her head. "Sorry... I have a few things I should get done..." While it was true that she did have to look over the GM she'd be using and make sure that she was comfortable with it, her words were more inspired by her lack of comfort when it came to small things like competing with others. Spending time at the firing range was something she often did simply because it was a comfortable way to pass the time and because she was often the only person out here so she could be left alone to her thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 21:20:27</strong>
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				Dawn. It took a lot of cautious maneuvering over the course of the night to get into position. It has been a week since Lt. Tekai and Price joined the 432nd. Intelligence was coming in that the scientific, and research team that was responsible for the mobile Armor that they destroyed Two weeks prior was leaving Earth to take their data back to Side 3 on board a Zanzibar. The High Command wants that Ship destroyed. So ensuring that they do, A "Tactical" Sniper was brought in from Europe, rushed.&nbsp; <br><br>The 432nd's orders were to protect the Sniper at all cost. The Main base assault was meant to be a diversion for the sniper team. It took a moment for the sniper to set up. The Tender truck being the most troublesome. The 432nd is to form a defensive arc in the most likely direction of a counter attack. This time they were equipped with the latest weaponry, Beam rifles. Considering the still highly experimental and classified nature of the Weapon, it was only allowed to be used on high priority missions and under the direct approval of the Base Commander. Even though the rifles passed numerous bench tests, the field results haven't been tallied yet. This made Sampson very nervous to use an basically untested weapon in a very high risk game. In the Hover truck, Alisha could hear the assault force making their way to the rally point. They were intentionally making more noise then necessary to draw attention away from the Sniper team. Jared was monitoring communications with the Assault Force. "They will begin the Assault in 20 Mins." He reported using hard cables to prevent radio transmissions being intercepted. "No new contacts, it looks like the base is taking the bait." Aisha reported as well. <br><br>In his cockpit, Sampson looked over the fairly limited amount of ammo the Beam rifle can carry. It was substantially less than 100mm Machine gun, but the Armorer claims that it can easily core a Zaku thru it's shield in one shot. Samson wasn't sure he was willing to stake his life on it. The 20 minutes quickly passed as everyone could hear the alert sirens raise up from the base. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>inside the base, the last minute preparations were being finished up. Lucille was clutching a small stuffed bear one of the soldiers gave to her while she stayed on Earth. She kept quiet knowing that there was a lot of work going on. Along with her, They were ferrying the wounded that can no longer fight off world for the trip back their respective colonies along with the Research, and Development team. She looked around while holding her Nanny's hand. The wounded were giving first priority before anyone else. The flashing yellow lights and the wailing siren seemed to be deafening in the cavernous hold that the Zanzibar was resting in before take off. Mrs. Grooms looked nervous, she knew the sirens meant the Feddies were attacking, and was wishing desperately to be in space. Neither notice Catrina and Jillian approaching. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 06:06:56</strong>
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				The past week had been an interesting one for Corporal Price as he integrated into his new unit. Of course, as much as the Captain tried to make him feel welcome, which wasn't too hard when there were only two original members of the team left, Baxter hadn't really spent too much time around them or talked to them too much beyond when they were training together. He had defected from Zeon and joined the Federation with the desire to bring an end to the Zabi tyranny, yes; but that didn't mean that he felt any kinship with the Federation itself, or that he could find himself considering it a second home. Side 3 was his home, and it was just going through a rough patch right now. He appreciated that there were good people fighting for the sake of Earth, but he couldn't let himself be sucked into their ideology. The Principality was by far the greater of two evils, but the Federation still had some things to answer for when it came to the colonies.<br><br>But those were problems for after they defeated Zabi (if they defeated him), and he certainly wasn't about to share his nationality with his new teammates. Instead, he put all of his efforts into gathering whatever information he could about the enemy from those around base, especially equipment and known officers (if he happened to recognize the officer's name and have some intel of his own to fill in the blanks, all the better). His time in the simulation and in field training was mostly spent with his new Gundam's two beam swords. He made sure he could handle the 100mm, of course, but with two incredibly good marksmen at his back, he felt confident enough to focus on the up-close-and-personal. It helped his interest in melee combat that he had been a fencer growing up, though holding a real sword versus holding one with a mobile suit really was as different as walking on foot and driving a car. He would make it work, though.<br><br>Really, the what got him most was the quality of this new Gundam model: it was far smoother and packed more of a punch than anything he had ever piloted before, and rumor had it that it could take more hits than any other suit out there while dealing more damage. He would have the chance to find out himself when the new team was sent out on their first mission together, Baxter's unit equipped with two beam sabers, a "Gundam Hammer" he was only barely getting used to yet, and the new beam rifles, which he hadn't even practiced with yet, but at least it was just like any other gun. As the team moved in, making a lot of noise, Baxter held his rifle at the ready, planning to use it to clear a path for him to get in close. "If data was all they were sending back, you'd think they could find a smaller and faster ship than a Zanzibar to do it in..." Baxter wondered aloud to his teammates, suspicious of what Federation command could be hiding from them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 00:03:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto sat back in his Gundam Unit about four or five miles from the battlefiield itself as he sighted down his 140mm "rifle" cannon. The thing looked like giant sized Mosin-Nagant but without the bolt system and a better more modern looking scope. He smiled as he watched them moving through everything towards the target area. His Gundam was hidden under a desert cammo netting to hide it from the prying eyes of watching Zeke intel planes. He was also sitting on top of giant foldble ballistic pad that when give a command would unroll into a stable platform from which it could fire while also keeping sand out of the Gundam's primary systems. His high-powered scopes moved to see beyond the group towards the target. "All clear from where I am boss." Makoto said over his com unit. Being that his camera's could see the entire three to four miles he was also acting as the group's forward observer as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 00:25:41</strong>
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				Isabel was rather quiet behind the controls of her GM, something that she was still having a hard time getting adjusted to after the loss of her Gundam. Naturally it was outfitted with some pretty basic equipment, and she couldn't even get her sniper rifle with it like before. Then again, after what had happened during the last major battle, Isabel wouldn't have been surprised at all to hear that she was being 'replaced' as the team's sniper/ forward observer by the newcomer who would likely take better care of his unit then she did. She was just an extra gun on this mission, unable to take action until the others in her unit moved forward and began the battle. She was, after all, in a significantly inferior mobile suit that would go down much faster then a Gundam.<br><br>...........................................<br><br>Jillian jolted when the sirens started blazing, rushing towards her shiny new Dom when she bumped across Lucille and her caretaker along the way there. She naturally skidded to a halt, quite surprised to see the duo still planetside. "What in the world are you two still doing here? I thought you were slated for departure days ago?"<br><br>With the sirens of an invasion going off, Jillian was naturally quite concerned about the safety of Lucille.<br><br>...........................................<br><br>Colonel Acar would hear a knock at his door, once he granted the knocker entry, one Captain Graves would make his way inside and give another calm salute, as though there weren't invasion sirens blaring all over the place. "Colonel, sir... I hereby request permission for you to ground the regular forces temporarily and allow my Stalkers to be a vanguard force. If there is a federation trap that's trying to be laid out, I'd rather trigger it with a small group rather then the entirety of our forces."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 00:54:15</strong>
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				Emma blinked at Jillian. It would seem she misunderstood them. They had to wait for the Zanzibar that would take the research team as well as the wounded to arrive first. It stood upon the launch track ready to go as steam was billowing from the umbilicals that fed the massive engines of the spaceship. Its side in the trade mark Zeon deep forest green. Julia kept her reservations to herself about the fact that it had not markings for a Hospital ship. "No, Ma'am. We were slated to leave today, but Little Lucille didn't want to board the ship until she could say good bye to you two." Emma explained. Lucille instantly darted forward and threw her tiny arms around both Jillian and Catrin.<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Acar was looking over the graphical representation of the battle. The Feddies weren't holding anything back on this assault. It was a surprise they would move this deep into Zeon territory. Perhaps their High command was riding their CO for results as much as his own. His was stroking his thick beard when the Door hissed open and Captain Graves entered. Acar returned the salute and turned back to the computer display. He listened as the Captain expressed his concern that this was a feint was being perpetuated by the Federation. "I believe you may be right, Captain. The Federation is making too much "Noise" for a simple assault." He concurred. He was about to cancel the launch when the doors hissed open again, and the General in charge of the Mobile Armor development project burst in. "We need to Launch, now Colonel!" He shouted. A very noticeable amount of panic in his voice. "General, Sir. If we launch now, we may be playing right in to the Federation's hands" Acar stated. "I don't care, We can't let them get their hands on the data. It is imperative that we launch as soon as possible!" The General about shrieked. Acar was very cool under the pressure. He knew the General was more concerned about himself being caught than the data. "Captain, You may proceed with your plan, but the launch continues as scheduled. Also, we'll keep dealing with the main assault force. We can not jeopardize the base." Acar stated flatly. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Meanwhile in a camo'ed area far from the main assault and base, the 432nd continued to wait. So far the crew tending to the Sniper and its tender vehicle were very hush, hush. Not even trying to engage in any conversations with the members of the team slated to protect them. All and in all, William didn't like any of it one bit. "Very good, Lt. Keep your eyes peeled." Will called back as Makoto reported in. Each unit was tied together via communication cable. So they don't risk detection. By the Tender truck, the Specialty GM sniper knelt down, waiting. William went back to making sure the program for the Beam rifle was working as it should. He didn't want to discover that he was without a primary weapon once the shooting started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 02:43:43</strong>
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				Baxter sighed and returned to radio silence as Makoto chimed in, even though the mobile suits were connected via cable and there was no radio at all. It didn't sit well with him that all they knew about this particular Zanzibar was that it was carrying the mobile armor research team and their data, meaning whatever else was being shipped out could be anything from cargo to civilians and they wouldn't know until the ship was a burning mountain of wreckage in the sand. At the very least, the rules of war said they should try to capture it before shooting it down, but, at least from his position, it looked like they had brought in a tactical sniper for the specific task of bringing it down entirely. With the mission clock counting down, Baxter clenched his fists on the control stick and activated his comm unit again. "Captain, shouldn't we focus on capturing the ship? If we can keep that data away from them, <em>and</em> get it into our own hands, we could turn this whole war around," he suggested urgently, making sure Takai and Raimen heard. It was a long shot, but maybe if one of them agreed, it might help sway his officer's judgment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 02:52:58</strong>
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				Catrina had quickly run off from the crowd when the sirens began to sound, she wish she could've stayed, but duty called, and she sure as hell wasn't about to let all of these soldiers go unguarded, rushing through all of the hanger she finnaly came across her Dom, but the thoughts of the radiation and suffering she was put through because of that thing made her hesitant to get back inside it, instead she just stood in front of the state of the art suit as her nerves got the better of her as she began to shiver violently, caught between her own pain of being in this suit, and her desire to protect everyone at the base.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:10:42</strong>
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				Isabel paused, her eyes widening a bit when Baxter spoke up for the second time in a short duration, and this time he made sure his voice was heard. His suggestion was a solid one, and even though she was sure her voice wouldn't have any weight because of her 'field demotion' of sorts and she was just auxiliary firepower, she felt that she had a need to side with him on this one. Something about this didn't really sit right with her ever since they left their base, and she couldn't fight the sick feeling in her gut that bloodshed was on the way. Of course, she always seemed to get bad gut feelings whenever intel held out on them, so this was really nothing new... She was just being paranoid. "Sir, he has a point... It's not like we don't have the firepower here to do it. If the tactical sniper is able to fire on the engines, we could very well gain a big advantage for when the Zeons retaliate, since they'll need to divide forces to defend the downed Zanzabar."<br><br>.................................................<br><br>Jillian was in the process of comforting young Lucille when Catrina suddenly blasted right by her and started going to the hangar. "Hey, CAT-rina?" She started to call after her, but the other woman was gone by the time her voice even carried enough to be heard. "Tch, she's in business mode today..." She smiled, getting back to her knees lightly and rubbing Lucille on the head. "You just get somewhere safe while me and big sister Catrina take care of this, okay?" She rose to her feet, speaking with a few last words before she got back to work. "hey! If we fight well enough, we'll even be able to make it in time to see you off!"<br><br>With one last wave, Jillian got back to work as she made her way to the hangars and suited up as well, hopping into her Dom as she spoke to Catrina for the first time since their rather interesting visit to no-town. This wasn't the time to test the waters of love though, she had work to do. "You okay, Cat? I'm really not in the mood to fight today, so let's get out there and end this quick." She grinned, trying to pump a bit of normalcy back into her comrade, who had been acting rather oddly as of late. "between the two of us, that should be no problem, right?"<br><br>.......................................<br><br>While the rest of the Zeon forces were busy suiting up and getting approved for deployment, a group of 4 zeon mobile suits was already deployed from the base and heading out into the desert. The leader was a Gouf that had been painted straight black, and it led a group of three similarly colored Zakus. On their shoulder they had an emblem of a pair of crimson eyes with the name STALKERS written underneath them.<br><br>They charged right into the face of the head-on attack, taking advantage of their superior environment as the defenders to get remarkably close to the assaulting team without them being aware. On the other side of the desert, violence broke out as the Stalkers threw themselves into the fray WAY ahead of the predicted timeline for retaliation from the base.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:21:08</strong>
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				Catrina was lost in her own thoughts until Jillian touched her on the shoulder, for a moment it looked like Catrina was going to break down, but she quickly regained her composure and turned around "Right, we need to protect the base and the wounded, I would bet they want the data, for all I'm concerned they can have it, but I won't let them kill more of our family" She smiled menacingly, a dark glint was taken in her eyes, something angry and sinister waiting in the wings, but for now she seemed to have it under control. "Let's go, lets take down some of those feddy bastards!" Her fear of the Dom was still there though, instead of running to the Dom she ran towards one of the nearby Zaku units.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:15:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto sighed as he listned to the Tacnet. Baxter did have a point. "Captain I agree with Corporal Price. If we can bring down the Zanzibar we force the Zeke's to fight with thier backs to the sea so to speak." he said zooming in to see what his scopes could make out. It was then he noticed the DOMs begining to launch at the main feint assualt. "Looks like the Zekes are taking the bait hook line and sinker." Makoto said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 22:00:09</strong>
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				William was sitting in his cockpit under the large Camo netting that was shielding the team from the prying eyes of Zeon spy satellites. He had been drumming his fingers upon the console for the past hour. It was boring, but he preferred that to "Exciting". "Exciting" usually got his teammates killed. He raised his head as one of the new guys suggested capturing the Ship instead of destroying it. This was quickly followed up with an agreement by Izzy. To add to matters, The other New guy chimed in. Now it was his whole team suggesting that the Capture of the Ship should have been the Mission. However, those weren't Will's orders. He like wasn't in charge here. The Orders came directly from High Command in Jaburo once they heard of the existence of Experimental Mobile armor. The news really scared them. William sighed. "It isn't my call or the Colonel's. There are those with some very large shoulder caps that are screaming for the destruction of that Zanzibar. We are just here to ensure that the Sniper has his shot." He stated evenly. He thought this stunk too, but there was no point in griping about it now. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"All Personal, Launch of the Zanzibar will continue as scheduled. Have all Pre-Launch Check lists completed within 5 minutes. Attach main booster." The announcement came over the PA. "Come, Lucille. We need to board." Emma said as she took Lucille's hand. The Little girl clutching her teddy bear, as she followed along with her Nanny. Along with the two, many wounded and those that could no longer fight any more. As well as the Mobile Armor Research team. Emma led Lucille to a set of seats and helped her to buckle in. From outside the window, one could see the launch crews rushing to complete their checks in time. "Geez, shouldn't we paint a Red Cross on this or something? It could get shot down." One Tech suggested. "No time. The Launch Window is very small and that General wants out of here, yesterday." The other stated.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>In the Zeon control room. One of the Radar techs was looking over her screens. her eyes in the sky constantly surveying the battlefield. She decided to switch over to a couple of new systems that the Zeons were developing. Systems that didn't rely on Heat or Visual cues. These sensors detected Minovsky Particle density, as well as Magnetic concentration. Flipping the system on gave her a blotchy blobs overlaid on the base and the attacking Federation forces. As she studied the display something caught her eye. Something far from the actual fighting but too high to be natural. Tuning the controls a bit her eyes widened as the only explanation of it came to her. "Control this is Radar. We have a contact 5 klicks east! Believe to be an Enemy attack!" She called over the intercom to her superior. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Allenby was sitting in the sonar truck, listening. So far it seemed the enemy was taking the bait. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. A sigh of relief washing over her that this operation would go much smoother than the last. However, that didn't last long when something changed in the sound. She threw herself forward to her instruments. "Ah, Sheet" she hissed as she threw off her headphones and dashed out of the Sonar Truck. She ran past the Sniper support team and towards Unit 1. William's cockpit was opened to let some air pass through. "Captain! Captain!" She called up. William stood and looked down at her. "Yeah, Sargent?" He called. "I think the Jig is up. A Zeon force is headed this way!" She called. "Ok, Button and hunker down. Keep and ear out for the launch." William ordered her before she dashed off. Sitting back down, he closed his Canopy and opened a line to the others. "We have been found out, All units take up defensive formation and guard the Sniper!" Will ordered as he raised his suit and brought up his Beam Rifle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 23:56:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto had heard William's rebuttle to thier orders. "Yeah but even I still don't like it one bith." he said to him as he continued to moniter the forward view from his scopes. He could see the Zekes attacking the main feddie forces. Soon after he caught sight of the truck's tender come running out yelling about incoming, a fact Makoto had just spotted through his scopes. "I see them." he said setting up the range finding on the huge "rifle" cannon he was equiped with. He sighed down looking at the approaching Zekes. "Just a little more..." he said as the trigger on the massive "rifle" squeezed home and a round from the 140mm shot impacted; coring a Zaku in the chest. "And down it goes." he said smoothly switching targets.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 13:59:39</strong>
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				Catrina overheard on the com traffic about the additional unit to the outskirts of the combat, considering there was no reports of the Gundam team during the main conflict as of yet, that had to be their location, and another objective, she brought up her link to the com's tower "This is Ace Catrina, the Gundam team is unaccounted for, if this new threat is them then they have enough power to bring down the Zansibar, I emplore you do not allow launch procedures, it is too risky while the Gundam team is unaccounted for!" She stated with as much athority she could muster from her position, these pencil pushers didn't know what the Gundams could do, she did, it was too much of a risk!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 13:21:43</strong>
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				Needless to say, Baxter wasn't overly happy with the answer he received, especially considering his own history. "So we're just going to follow orders, even if there are civilians on that ship? Maybe even children?" he snapped without thinking, then fell silent again. He didn't really have any evidence of what he was saying might be the case, but he was a combat analyst; filling in the blanks was his job. And when the blanks were left there by High Command, he had to be a bit suspicious of them. It didn't help that last time he wasn't a fan of the orders he was receiving, he had had the guts to defect and not become another "just following orders" pawn of Zeon's regime of brutality. The situations were very different, of course, but some part of him couldn't help but resent William's choice, which was what made him speak out in the first place.<br><br>Wild ideas went through his head about how to subtly interfere with Makoto's shot so he didn't destroy the ship, but letting it getting away completely was perhaps an even worse outcome if that mobile armor was really so dangerous. Before he had the chance to get a good idea or come to his senses, though, the jig was up. Sighing only to himself, Baxter closed his cockpit and readied his beam rifle, analyzing the situation. "If they get in close enough to identify us as Gundams, or radio back about our weaponry, the base is going to realize we're the real threat and send back-up," he stated in a much calmer voice than before, waiting for the Zakus to get in range before he fired. Looks like his Gundam Hammer would have to wait until they weren't trying to stay incognito.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 04:58:45</strong>
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				"Don't fire wildly. We don't have as much ammo with these beam rifles. Also, keep an eye out for any sign of malfunctions." William ordered as he took aim of a dull green Zaku I that was charging shoulder first. The ground around the sniper nest was being pecked by the Zaku's 120mm Machine guns. Will moving his Gundam to shield the Sniper from the incoming fire. He waited until the Zaku completely filled his Targeting screen. It was about now that Will really wished he brought 100mms as back up. They always worked. "You better fucking work." He growled to the overgrown flashlight his Gundam was holding. Pulling the trigger on his joystick. The Gundam's finger followed suit. The tip of his beam rifle glowed for just a second as the round charged. The very next instant, a bright pink lance zipped across through the air towards the Zaku I. The beam struck just below the shoulder joint. Easily piercing the rather unprotected joint and into the Upper torso. The next instant, the Zaku I's torso exploded as the legs seemed to take a couple of wobbly steps before collapsing into the dirt.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>In the Zeon control room, the Beam weapon showed up brightly upon the scanners. The Tech's eyes grew wide in shock. "SIR! BEAM WEAPONS!" She called to her supervisor. He, in turn, informed Acar. "What!? Beam weapons? Stop the Launch immediately!" He bellowed. "We can't sir. It has gone beyond the point of cancellation. It would seriously damage the launch facility if we force a cancellation." Came the reply. "Damn it! Get that fucking turkey in the damn air now!" Acar demanded as he hung up the intercom. Though he sounded angry. A smirk began to spread across his lips. "Lets just see how good a shot they are." He said with a deep rumbling chuckle. <br><br>Within the Zanzibar, Lucille sat buckled in her seat as she clung to the stuffed bear tightly. She hated launches as they always scared her. Emma brushed her fingers through Lucille's golden curls and cooed gently to assuage the little Girl's fears. "Soon, we'll be back in space and you'll get to see your parents again. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Emma asked. Lucille nodded her head. "And you'll receive letters from your "Sisters" that is something to look forward too." Emma continued. That seemed to calm the little girl down a good bit as she smiled up at her caretaker. At about this time, the umbilicals were being detached from the booster as the loading ramps were retracted. The Booster ignited as the large Zanzibar began to quake and slide down the track. Lucille started to whimper as she buried her head into the back of her bear. <br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>At the position, the Gundams were holding off oncoming Zeons. So far the Beam rifles were working and also keeping the Zeons from coming too close. In the Sonar truck, Sgt. Allenby was straining at her headsets when a dull rumble could be heard, and even felt. "This is it!" She swallowed. "Captain, The ship...It's Launching." She spoke over the radio. "Sniper, take your stance!" William ordered. Though, he was in charge of the Sniper team. The Deep blue GM Sniper II Custom started to raise up. Its support team diverting the power needed to fire the weapon. About halfway up, the GM Sniper became jittery until it suddenly ground to a halt. "The Fuck!? I-I can't move!" The Pilot of the GM Said in frustrated shock. It would seem in the Federation's mad dash to set this whole thing up. They didn't properly outfit the European GM Sniper for desert conditions. Sand had managed to get lodged into the servos and Jam them up. Making the Sniper unable to move. <br><br>"We don't need this shit right now!." William hissed. "Keep up the defense." He ordered as he replaced the beam rifle onto the rack on the Suits back. Unit One literally ripped the Sniper rifle from the GM's hand. From just below Unit One's Right thumb, an input/output jack raised up to insert itself into the slot in the grip of the Sniper rifle. This allowed the weapon and the mobile suit to "Talk" to each other. However, since the Gundam didn't have the Sniper's programming into its computers. the weapon and Mobile suit were having difficulties. "Shit, just shoot the damn thing!" He thought as he resorted back to the beam rifle programming. The Gundam raised the Sniper rifle just as the Zanzibar left the Launch track. Will concentrated as he squeezed the trigger. the Gundam obediently fired. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Slowly the ship slid down the ramp forcing it's way skyward. Lucille, was steadily being pushed back in her seat. It was painful and very unsettling. She wanted to scream but knew that she shouldn't. She felt the ship drop a few feet as it left the ramp, but still making its way skyward. She looked out the window and watched as the ground quickly started to fall away. She spied a bright pink flash in the distance right before a thick beam lanced the ship right below her seat. The ship rocked violently, throwing Lucille around in her seat like a rag-doll. at the edge of her hearing came screams as people were incinerated by the explosions erupting thru the the ship. The last thing she felt was her nanny holding her close. The Ship began to plummet back to earth like a Meteor. Belching fire, and smoke as specks could be seen tumbling out<br><br>&nbsp;In the Base Control room. Acar couldn't suppress the smile. The Feddies had no idea&nbsp; what they done. Once news of not only the slaying of countless wounded, but the murder of an innocent child. Hatred and Anger will engulf the Zeon people. Then they will not settle for anything less than complete Victory. Those that do side with the Federation will withdraw their support. "I couldn't have planned it better myself." Acar laughed with delight.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Samson watched as the beam cut a clean line through the center of the ship. From near it's nose to it's booster. Instantly, secondary explosions erupted as the ship's nose began to dip sickeningly back towards the Earth. As the beam dissipated, Samson lowered the sniper rifle. He zoomed in his camera for verification of the kill for the brass. though assuredly, everyone else there saw that the ship was downed. However, either by some cruel twist of fate or mere sick coincidence. Will's camera focused on a particular scene. A tiny young blonde girl, being held by another, though the body was horribly maimed beyond recognition. "Oh...my...God." was all Will could say as he watched Emma and Lucille plummet from the sky. Without Warning, he suddenly charged Unit One forward as he threw away the Sniper rifle. Tearing the input jack from the Gundam's Right hand. Making it incapable of firing a weapon or using a beam saber from it. Though, he could still throw punches. "No, No, No." He repeated as he charged his Gundam towards the obvious crash site. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 05:33:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto fired his fifth shot from the current magazine he had in the rifle cannon before ejecting it. "Well this should prove to be interesting." he said sinking home a second slip before pulling back the locking bolt and re-sighting down the barrel. He watched a second Zaku 1 come into his view finder. "And it looks like you are customer number six." he said calmly before pulling the trigger and obliterating the suite. "Six Zekes down in less than five mintues." he said with a grin. It was then he noticed the extending ramps for the Zanzibar coming out as the Captain called back to the tender truck for the Tacticle Sniper to get his shit in gear. It didn't take them long to get into postion but the roters jammed up nice and good. "Fucking morons. Sending a suite out here without proper portection." he said. He was about to get up but he was superceeded by William. William sighted down and then fired. Makoto watched the beam lance through the Zanzibar. He was about to congradulate him on a good shot but then he heard William exclaim something before suddenly charging at the falling Zanzibar. "Shit! He's lost it!" Makoto said as he moved the rifle around and aimed low on the Unit 1's leg. Pulling back the trigger on it he watched the round core through the back of the Gundam's knee joint. "Izzy! Baxter! Move forward and cover the Captain! Izzy take the Captain's beam Rifle and begin making your way towards the downed Zanzibar. Corproral Price you and I will defend the Captain's downed unit!" he said before moving the barrel towards the section of the downed Zanzibar. He sited down and he was chilled by what he saw, people, badly burned stumbling out of the wreckage. "Son...base this unit 432 moblie suit infantry division! We have civiallain casuties among the wreckage! Request imedited medical asistance! I repeat civilian causties reported coming from the Zazibar!" he said swivling his rifle and snapping a shot at another Zaku and blowing it's torso to bits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 06:22:17</strong>
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				The entire world seemed to freeze for two particular warriors on the battlefield at that moment, though their reactions were quite different and their reaction times were more then a little staggered. Jillian, who had just recently hit the battlefield and was on her way for her usual confrontation against the Gundam unit, froze in place when the Zanzabar was lit up in flames. For the first time in her life, Jillian found herself completely unable to react to something, and speaking in a very soft voice. "Wh-... what." She was shocked... That couldn't have happened, right? That ship... That ship was only trying to evacuate wounded soldiers and civilians, and yet it got... it got...<br><br>That weapon that shot it down, Jillian saw it herself, it came from the direction of the Gundam unit... Wait... the GUNDAM UNIT?<br><br>As in, the Gundam that was currently charging towards the wreckage headfirst.<br><br>Jillian's speechlessness, her paralysis, was over. Her eyes hardened into a furious gaze, and she let her genuine rage take over as a heat rod snapped out and came to life with a golden glow. "AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Her dom blasted at full throttle towards the Gundam, swinging it's heat rod furiously as she opened public speakers. This motherfucker was going to hear her, rather he wanted to open a comm with her or not. "This is what the federation does now!? Killing the wounded and the innocent!? So much for all that self-righteous bullshit that you tried to talk about up until this point! You almost had me tricked into thinking that you were an actual, decent human being!"<br><br>.............................................<br><br>Isabel, on the other hand, found herself completely unable to process the newfound information... The fire, the destruction, all of the bodies... She leaned in, gripping her forehead as she let out a light gasp, so many painful memories coming back all at once, all of them circling around that one day. <em>"Fire, fire everywhere. Isabel's home was destroyed, all of her comrades caught in the blaze as an entire city was wrecked and put to the ground. Innocent people, the people that Isabel spent her entire life trying to protect, her home, her friends, the closest thing she ever had to family, all of it gone. Isabel fell to her knees, too sickened and scared for tears as her entire body trembled. In the end, all she could do was lift her head towards the sky above and scream. In the background of the flickering and cracking of the flames, the only sound that she could hear through the entire city was laughter, the laughter of a man that she'd never be able to forget."</em><br><br>.....................................................<br><br>Graves watched as the Zanzabar burned, and the actions of every single soldier on the battlefield afterwards. The Zeons were filled with a sense of righteous justice, while the feddies were all still recovering from what could only have been some faulty information. "Yes... yes..." He grinned, diving in and slicing apart another couple of GMs who's pilots dared to get in his way. "Come alive, battlefield! Show the world what being a soldier is really like!" It was moments like this, battles like the one that this was about to become, that made Graves look forward to deploying every single time.<br><br>This, this would be <em>fun</em>. <br><br>His speakers were open, so the entire battlefield would hear his words, along with his laughter as he continued to throw his Gouf at the unfortunate GMs that got in his way.<br><br>......................................<br><br>Laughter, that was the LAUGHTER!<br><br>Isabel's shock ended with a snap, she heard that voice, that same sickening laughter that she had overheard the day that her entire life burned to the ground. She was more then happy to obey Makoto's first order, the one about picking up the beam rifle, however, her GM would rip through the formation and make a bee line right towards the black Gouf that was expelling the sound of laughter. For the first time in ages, Isabel truly came to life as she opened fire relentlessly on the Gouf, almost causing the beam rifle to overheat as she bombarded her opponent with shots. Because of that, she ended up running the entire rifle dry in a matter of seconds, however, she got a few critical hits on the Gouf beforehand, causing it's left arm and it's right leg to both be significantly damaged.<br><br>All of the other stalkers were busy fighting the remaining Federation forces on equal grounds, so nobody was able to prevent Isabel from tackling the Gouf head-on, even when Graves threw out his electric rod to defend himself and paralyze the GM. The two mobile suits crashed against one another, and when the paralyses ended by cause of significant hull damage to the Gouf due to collision to the ground, she reached forward and swung the GM's fist right at the cockpit hatch of the Gouf, ripping the weakened hull away with the GM's bare fist before she opened up her own cockpit to get a good solid look at the man inside.<br><br>This was him! she knew it!<br><br>....................................................<br><br>Graves paused, quite confused by the behavior of this berserk GM until it's hatch opened and he saw the woman inside... Oh yeah, he recognized her from a few years back... Funny that a terrorist like her would find her home in the federation now... She must have been looking for revenge or something, considering the lesson he taught her back on her home colony.<br><br>Yup, judging from the fact that she rose a pistol and was now aiming it right for his forehead, he would say that she was <em>most certainly</em> looking for revenge. Well he couldn't have that just yet, not when the battlefield, no, the entire conflict for Africa, was about to get about ten times more fun. If this was to be his last hurrah as a soldier, he'd happily die once the fighting was over and he no longer had a place in this world, but until that day, this girl would just have to hold her horses.<br><br>Graves retaliated quickly by signaling towards his fellow Stalkers that he was downed, though he instructed them <em>not</em> to bother with destroying the GM. Having this girl running around would make things far more fun in future battles, after all. With that he popped a flash-bang grenade and threw it right into her hatch, blinding her when it went off and forcing her back into the cockpit. Blessedly, in that time her GM was shoved away by one of his trusty comrades, and he was able to hitch a ride on the Zaku's hand. He'd have preferred to get his Gouf, but that thing was too messed up for movement, he'd have to come back for it when the battle was over.<br><br>He grinned, looking back at the toppled over GM and giving it a teasing salute as the Zaku rushed for freedom with him in tow.<br><br>.................................................................<br><br>Damn it, DAMN IT, <em><strong>DAMN IT!!!!</strong></em><br><br>Isabel pulled out her standard 100mm machine gun and forced the GM back up to it's knees, unloading clip after clip on the fleeing Zaku as it got farther and farther away. She even gave chase a little bit, until it was far too deeply entrenched in Zeon territory/forces for her to go any further. "No... He's here, he was right in front of me and I... and I couldn't... I couldn't..." Just like before, all Isabel had the mindset to do was grip her head, lift it upwards, and let out a shout of pure emotional anguish. "He's here... He's here though... That means he'll fight again."<br><br>She calmed herself down, though she most certainly wasn't the same woman that she was a few seconds ago. Her eyes, filled to the brim with unbridled fury, looked over at the zeon base. "... He'll fight again, and when that happens... Next time... Next time... NEXT TIME HE DIES!" To that end, she'd continue fighting... Until that man was dead she was a member of the federation military.<br><br>When that day did come though... Well, after this little event, she had some decisions to make.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 11:09:35</strong>
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				Catrina paused, she was too late, she couldn't stop the Gundams, she was closer to the group than others but it only showed to give a closer light show of the beam rifle, she knew the Gundam that took the shot too. "No... No...." Tear's began to well up in her eye's, she couldn't move, until one of the Gundams began to make a sprint towards the wreakage, taken over by pure rage and instinct Catrina forced her Zaku's genereators into overdrive, if it stayed there too long the suit would explode due to the additional discharge, but that didn't bother Catrina anymore, she just wanted that sick fucker dead.<br><br>Lancing directly towards Gundam one, Catrina raised her axe high, "You fucking assholes! I knew you sick Federation fuckers would show your true colors, attacking wounded and civilians, how fucking low I'll kill you!!" She screamed the form of her attacks were so reckless and full of openings, but her attacks were so relentless that it was hard to captitalise on them "This is for Lucille!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 14:20:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;Suddenly seeing Izzy tear off like a woman possed after one of the units on the battlefield Makoto had to wonder what exactly it was that he had gotton himself into. "What the fuck?" he said to himself trying to figure out a way to maintain order. But that didn't stop one of the Zakus from tearing after William's Unit 1. "Damn! I've bigger fish to fry here than I thought." he said turning the rifle to the Zaku who was bearing down on William. He sighted down the barrel and fired. The 140mm round cored through the Zaku's upraised shoulder blowing it's arm off along with it's heat rod before moving the barrel and popping off another shot, this one coring through the Zaku's head making it ineffective in combat.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;He then clicked over to his comms again. "Sargent Birdsley get that truck of yours moving into gear. I'll give you some cover fire but start helping the wounded as best you can. We also need to cover incoming medics as well." he said before going over to the general feddie forces channel. "This is Lieutenant Takai of the 432nd Mobile Suit squad requesting back-up. Two of my squad are down, our postion has been compromised and will be over run soon! I also request medical aid for wounded in the area! I repeat this Lieutenant Takai requesting back-up! Two of my squad are down, our postion has been compromised and we will be over run soon! Also requst medical aid for wounded in the area!" he said trying to do something to help the wounded. It seemed today was not his. The unit commander down from shock, another gone berzerk for some reason and he wasn't sure about the other one. "If this keeps up I may have to grab the 100mm and the deployable shield." Makoto said turning his rifle and coring a round through a second charging Zaku's leg knocking it flat on it's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 18:19:24</strong>
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				Unit One barely got 10 paces before the knee joint was shot out causing his Mobile suit to collapse into the hard packed sand. Bouncing around William like a rag doll inside the cockpit. Striking his head on the corner of a panel. The world became a blur as noises dulled into one monotone ring in his ears. His head felt fuzzy except for one clear thought....Lucille. Though, he only spent minutes with her and Emma as they were carrying them across the desert. It was a poignant moment in his career. One of the few times that William felt he was actually doing something worthwhile. However, now that moment seemed to have disappeared in the bright flash of a beam rifle. "Must...Get...to...Lucille." William's words broadcasting over the open comms as his communications gear was damaged in the fall. His mind was focused on that singular goal as he pulled at the suits controls. William had a sort of Tunnel vision. He couldn't see anything but blurs and blobbish shapes. Even the Charging Dom and Jillian's howling rage were lost to the Pilot of Unit One. The Gundam's eyes flashed as it clawed its way back to it's feet. It took a couple staggering steps, before the alarms shrieked about the destroyed joint. However, William was undeterred. He engaged the Suit's boosters and shot across the open battle field. Using the dangling feet to steer with. The Boosters carrying him away from Jillian and towards the wreckage at a blistering pace. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Colonel, Enemy air units inbound to the Crash site. looks to be medical evac units." The controller stated. "Get the Dopps in the air. We can't have them extracting anyone. They'll simply keep them alive for interrogation purposes. You can't trust the Feddies. We have to get our medical teams out there, now!" Acar stated. He was playing on the recent outrage of the event to push his people harder. The controller nodded as she ordered an emergency scramble of the base's Dopp fighters. The screamed into the air towards the oncoming medical convoy. As soon as they were in range, The Dopps let the missiles fly along with their bullets. "DIE YOU FUCKING EARTH TRASH!" One the Zeon pilots screamed as he had a couple of friends on that ship. From the base. Emergency vehicles braved the battlefield in order to get to the wreckage. The battle quickly deescalated into complete chaos. The Zeons wanted Blood paid for what happened, and they were more than willing to take the Federaton's&nbsp; <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Some how William found what he was looking for. A couple of body's lying in the sand. Unit one fell to its knee as red hydraulic fluid oozed out of the damaged joint. It was sheer luck that he managed to get through the chaos of the battle. Will raised the canopy and fell out onto the sand. He clawed his way to his feet and trotted over to the two on the ground. As he approached he heard sobbing, as a pair of beautiful blue eyes looked at him and the Gundam on its knees just behind. "Do you see, Nanna? It is one of those "White Knights" from before! We'll be okay." The weak voice of Lucille spoke over the din of battle. "Just like in those stories you told me." She continued. William felt as if his heart was being ripped out of his body. Grooms didn't have the heart to tell her that it was most likely the "White Knights" that shot at them. She only smiled and nodded. An action that was excruciatingly painful. Will slowly approached, from this far away he could see that the Nanny was too far gone and it is only a matter of time. The girl, however will live. parts of her body will be deeply scarred from the flames, but it appeared her spirit was intact.<br><br>Mrs. Grooms used her body to shield the little girl from the majority of the flames and heat. As a result, Her body was so badly burned that in several spots blacked bone was exposed. it was horrific sight. the pungent smell of burnt flesh filled Will's nostrils. He had to fight the violent urge to retch from the combination of sight and smell. Groom's breath was labored and quickly fading. It was her sense of duty to protect Miss Lucille and pure adrenaline that kept her going this far. Now that the danger has passed, she was knew her life was at an end. William fell to his Hands and knees by Mrs. Grooms, and tried to apologize. However, the words stuck in his throat. not for lack of sincerity, but guilt. How could he possibly ask for forgiveness. What he's done was not an operation in battle, but simple Murder. It was unforgivable. Samson bit his lip, Groom's eyes were not filled with Malice, but clarity and forgiveness. Something about how she looked at Samson told him, she knew it was him who pulled the trigger. "We didn't know....We just didn't know..." he whimpered as he felt the weight of all the hated and guilt in the world upon him. Trying to crush him into the sand. Tears started to fall from him uncontrollably as his body began to quake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 20:08:30</strong>
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				It took Baxter a little time to process everything that had just happened. He, the Captain, and the others had been using their beam rifles to keep away the attacking Zaku force, the extremely high-tech weaponry allowing them to keep the green suits far enough away not to interfere with the tactical sniper's shot. It had seemed like a blessing from a higher power when it turned out that the operation had been rushed too much and the sniper's GM wasn't even prepared to function in the desert environment, but before Baxter could count it as a victory for his ideals, he looked over and saw William's Gundam snatching the rifle away and getting ready to take the shot himself. It was too fast for him to do anything to stop it; his Captain barely even took aim before he let the shot fly, the beam soaring across the head of countless Federation and Zeon combatants and lancing right through the unprepared hull of the Zanzibar, reducing the proud battleship to a flaming wreck in the blink of an eye.<br><br>The former Zeon pilot halted his fire and stared as the falling ship, stunned that the shot had devastated it so thoroughly; it was a miracle if anyone had survived that, though what he saw next made him wish no one had. Men and women stumbling from the fire, burned and barely making it ten yards before expiring in the cold sand. It didn't take an analyst to know that too many were dressed as doctors or nurses, or had preexisting wounds, for this not to be exactly what he had hoped it wasn't. He had asked William not to let the ship be shot down out of fear of this, but he didn't know how right he would be...<br><br>It didn't take long for rage to take him over, around the time Unit 01 went flying forward into the battle and Takai had to put it down. Baxter went forward as well, drawing his Gundam Hammer and swinging it toward any Zaku that dared come close to him or his team, letting the space-age metal crush the weaker suits like aluminum. He seemed to be following the Lieutenant's orders, but his intent was all wrong. He heard a familiar voice; the redhead from a week ago, one of the Zeon aces, coming at them in her Dom and cursing her head off in an anger even hotter than his own. She was probably more justified in wanting to kill William, but in his current state, he didn't really care about her justice. He practically threw his Gundam Hammer in her direction, keeping her back just long enough, even if he didn't land the hit.<br><br>Throwing back another Zaku, he drew one of his beam sabers and stood at Unit 01's back as it knelt in the sand, staring at the vulnerable suit. So easy now to just bring the blade down on the exposed metal of the back, maybe cut through the power supply just to ensure it detonated. Or maybe stab through it and incinerate the entire cockpit, to show how it felt to die in heat and agony. Slowly, he raised his arm, the din of combat being only a light buzzing to his vengeance-focused mind. He was less than a second away from doing Jillian's job for her when Unit 01 took off toward the wreck again, using its boosters since its feet could do nothing. Was he looking to finish the job?!<br><br>Leaving Makoto and Isabel to their own battles, he followed William all the way to the Zanzibar, only to diverge a little bit and try to use his blades to cut open more of the hull, maybe allowing a few more people the chance to escape. It was only when the power in his weapons finally died out that he let them fall to the ground and sought his "CO" again, finding the man out of his Gundam, kneeling by a pair of civilians. One looked like she didn't have long to live (mercifully), while the other, a mere child, would probably be scarred for the rest of her life, in more ways than one. Needless to say, this didn't calm Baxter down any.<br><br>Pulling up to the seen in Gundam 03, Baxter opened his own cockpit and rappelled down, stepping over to within a few meters of William. His sidearm, which had been drawn since he left his suit, aimed squarely at the more senior officer's head. "Did you know?!" he demanded, hand shaking with righteous anger. He wanted justice for the wanton murder of his own innocent and wounded people, but he wouldn't pull the trigger until he knew who to aim at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 21:46:38</strong>
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				Catrina growled as she took several shots from another supporting suit, not content to sit around she ran the evac protocol, setting her suit to auto-pilot with the self destruct program running, taking a geuss as to where the shots came from she sent the Zaku in that direction, if nothing else it'll waste a few more of the snipers shots. She quickly bailed out of the moving cockpit with a SMG and started running towards where the two Gundams were, there was two now, she had to get there quickly before they did even more damage.<br><br>After a few miniutes she looked over the sight, a person he recodnised was holding Lucille, that blasted pilot, but she just couldn't take the shot, not while Lucille was there instead she had to get closer, she was able to watch as the situation unfolded, her anger was still bubbling uncontrolably, but the presence of Lucille was allowing her a level of clarity to think about her options, Lucille had seen enough violence, she didn't need to see her sister shoot people in front of her, not while they were holding her hostage like this.<br><br>It didn't take long for the second pilot to step up, he had his weapon raised toward the other pilot, to Lucille that was with him, no doubt telling her that if she did anything she would get shot, those bastards! Stepping up Catrina fired a warning shot at the feet of the pilot with the handgun "Don't either of you dare fucking move, get away from Lucille or I will fill you with more holes than a peice of swiss cheese! You fucking sick assholes deserve to rot in a rat infested prison for this, your sick, so much for that self rightous Federation bullshit you were spouting, your just nothing but monsters, well!? Get the fuck away from Lucille now!" It was incredibly blatant that Catrina's anger was barely kept in check, and if provoked she wouldn't think twice of opening fire on the two pilots.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 01:12:48</strong>
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				Jillian, surprisingly, would actually be the second one on the battlefield to regain control of herself as she watched the Gundam almost straight up ignore her assault and&nbsp; take a direct hit in order to make it to the young girl and her guardian that he himself had blasted out of the sky. Of course, his Gundam was quite a bit worse for wear for it by the time it arrived, and he himself actually had to step out. "What? But..." Did the Gundam not know? That was the only explanation for this absolutely insane behavior, no enemy in their right mind would ever go right towards the scene of such wreckage&nbsp; after causing it. After all, the Gundam itself was pretty messed up from her attack and clearly not in fighting condition, and the pilot insisted on going <em>towards</em> the wreckage that it had caused. Of course, just because she realized that the Gundam had been set up, it didn't make her any less angry. "Tch... You're a damn idiot." Her heat rod lost it's power, and she started to turn her attention elsewhere. "Catrina! Leave these basket cases to grovel for now, we've still got feddies that actually pose a threat to us to deal with."<br><br>She shut off her open channel, making sure that her voice would only be heard by teammates before she continued. "They're not worthy of us right now... Let's allow the justice system to deal with them in a way that fits them." She was, of course, referring to the very likely chance that Zeon would go on to win this fight, capture the units involved in the attack, and execute them for their wanton destruction and killing. Shooting upon a fleeing vessel, in Jillian's mind, was unacceptable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 07:24:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;After blowing off the arm and the head of the Zaku baring down on William Makoto watched as it's pilot dismounted before sending the Zaku his way. "Damn!" he said moving the rifle cannon down towards the Zaku's chest area and squeezing off the remaining three rounds in the rifle cannon's magazine. He watched as it fell over and then detonated. He growled a bit as he changed magazines while watching as Baxter went up to William's Unit 01. "Don't do it Corporal Price!" he muttered as he watched him stand over William's inert suit his beam saber drawn. <br><br>&nbsp;He eased a sigh of relief when he watched the beam saber de-power and the Unit 02 go inert as he spied what looked to be Baxter scaling down the side of the cockpit. He had little time to wonder as the sudden appearence of Dopp fighters began harressing the medivac crews. "Son of bitch." he said moving forward after having dropped his rifle cannon and drawing the 100mm machine gun and claw shield for close range combat. "This is Lieutenat Takai of the 432nd. I'm moving into postion to cover the Medivac teams who are under fire." he said getting near the wreckage and unleashing with his chest mount machine guns and other CWIS weapons. He turned to the suit on the far side opening his basic speakers. "This is Lieutenant Takai of the Earth Federation Forces. Please withdraw your forces and allow these people medical help! They need urgent care or those that haven't died will die. Please I beg you there has been enough bloodshed this day! Let it end here and care for those that we can!" he said to them. He knew they had done wrong, but they couldn't change that. What mattered now was that they saved as many lives as they could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 12:14:57</strong>
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				Catrina listened in, but what came out of her lips this time was entirely unexpected, this man was saying the Federation wanted to help? Although she kept her composure she began to laugh hysterically. "Ha that's rich, the Federation wanting to "help" in the crash they caused? Good we should shoot down your damn medical teams, you won't help the injured, you will take them and interrogate them for information for that damn research team, thats all your after, I hope they die, I hope you all die, it's what you deserve, your nothing but a sick pestilence, attacking the wounded and children, want to know what does that? Animals, your all fucking animals! And Zeon will be the ones to put you down!" She had a sickening smile over her face now, if people didn't know the kind of woman she was before, Catrina would be coming across as extremely creepy, but frightening for those that did know her, to know just how hard the stress has hit her, how close she was to snapping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 13:46:39</strong>
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				&nbsp;Looking over at the Zeke soldier and the Mobile suit and listening to what they had to say had Makoto bristling with anger, but right now saving lives was Makoto's prioity. "Yes I'm asking help, but not as a Federation officer but as someone who shares the same red blood that flows in your veins. I know it's doesn't mean much to you but it's all I have to ask on." he said before he made a decision right then and there. "They will be treated right here! Not one person will leave this crash sight unless it is in a Zeon ambulance headed for your base. I will personally see to that. Medical treatment can be performed here to stablize who we can till your medical teams arrive and take them!" he said before his eyes caught sight of something on the ground. A small girl badly burned underneath a woman who looked to be nothing more than so much charred meat. He felt a tug in his heart at the sight. "Just call in your medical teams. Ours will stablize what we can and then yours can take the rest back to provide further care." he said to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 00:24:14</strong>
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				All this seemed not to Register to one Federation officer. Not Catrina's demands, nor Corporal Price's. He whom knelt beside the Remains of Emma Grooms just wanted Time and the world to stop. So he could catch his breath. Lucille called for Emma to wake up, but after a few moments. Will reached over and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. One of the few places on her that wasn't scorched. "She won't wake up. She is gone, Lucille." He said softly. She looked at him with big eyes. "Gone? She is right here? Can you not see her?" Lucille asked. She must've been in shock for her to not feel the pain of her own wounds. "No...She has gone to a much "Better Place". William tried to explain. That was when it clicked. Lucille's mother used that phase, "Better Place" before with a dead pet. "N-Nooooo...." Lucille wailed as she threw herself into Will's chest. He gave her a few minutes to cry. Not really touching her cause of her injuries. After a moment, She sat back down in the hot sand. <br><br>William, then began to dress the body. Closing Her eyes and crossing her arms. "She is in a better place, I promise, Lucille." He whispered. Looking up, He could see the Zeon medical vehicles approaching quickly. They would be there in a few minutes. William stood up and smiled down at Lucille. "You'll be taken care of from here on out, Lucille." He said. Turning to Corporal Price. He fixed him with cool gaze. "Mount up, We are withdrawing." He ordered. "Wait!" Lucille called before Will could turn away. "W-Will I see you again?" She asked. Will turned and placed a gentle hand upon what was left of her Golden locks. "If there is truly Justice in all this Madness. Then, we'll never see each other again." He said loud enough to be heard by Price and Catrina. "Goodbye, Lucille. I can never atone for what I did today." He stated. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The Federation Medical ships were being Chopped to ribbons. Even then they tried to approach, to help. "Do you think we'll let you Earth filth approach!?" one Dopp Fighter pilot screamed as he launched a missile into a shuttle that had nothing but doctors, and nurses. Even the Zeon forces on the ground refused to let anyone near the Wreckage. Shooting at any federation Ambulances that tried to approach. There was no way to save the situation. What happened here, was nothing more than a "Cluster Fuck". The Zeons were just too filled with Hatred and lust for revenge. They would raze the Earth at that moment if they could. <br><br>Acar couldn't have been more pleased with the Situation. The Federation as basically handed the Zeon another Cause to rally behind. Everyone would get behind Revenge. Particularly if there were Martyrs, and there was no better Martyr....than a Child. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 00:44:03</strong>
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				Catrina took her time, letting Lucille have her cry, even at least William was compassionate for this, She wanted to fire, it would all be over, just one bullet and she would put him out of comission for good, but not in front of Lucille, she would never forgive her if she did. "Yes Lucille, Emma's dead, gone, and that man your hugging is the reason she's gone!" She growled, she didn't care if Lucille hated William, he deserved it, all these Federation bastards deserved it. Now he wants to withdraw? Ha <br><br>"Yes, Withdraw William, run away job done's right? Thats all that matters, and your not even man enough to face the music, at least if your going to run, take all your Federation animals with you, we don't want you touching our injured or our dead, get out of here."<br><br>She fired her SMG several more times at the two Gundam pilots feet threatening them to walk away, while she walks towards Lucille, she just wanted to comfort her, be there for her, be her sister that she knew, but she wouldn't show weakness or mercy in the face of the enemy, she just wasn't built that way. Within a few paces of Lucille she looked at her listening out for the Pilots, "Lucille, we need to go, were in danger here, I got to get you out of here Sis, before they try to take you away again" She lowered her hand for her to hold, but as much as she wants to rush her to her she would let Lucille take her time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 03:36:23</strong>
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				Jillian was shaking herself, though she had to keep calm otherwise there would be nothing but insanity anywhere else on this entire battlefield. The feddies were retreating, and Zeon would most certainly have it's opportunity for vengeance another day. Right now though, Jillian had exited the anger stage of her grief and entered the depression one. All of these people lost, their lives wasted away because of some operation that the Gundams had carried out while being blissfully ignorant of the situation until it was far too late. Somebody, somewhere was responsible for planning this operation, somebody who knew the truth and wanted this to happen, and Jillian would find them... Jillian would find them and destroy them.<br><br>Her Dom floated forward gently speaking to Catrina in a soft voice as got close. "C'mon... The medics will take Lucy away and make sure she's alright... Let's go dock our suits now." Rather Catrina followed her or not, Jillian would turn and walk away at this point, heading towards the paddocks now that the fighting was over and the feddies were going home.<br><br>....................................................<br><br>It took a few extra moments for Isabel to realize that the retreat order had been given, and she pulled her GM back up to it's feet and followed the crew back to base. Her mind was a flurry of anger and lust for revenge on the way back, as she herself had to wonder just how they had been given the orders that had resulted in such destruction. That man... That wretched man, he laughed about the misery, he loved stuff like this... If ever there was a good place to start uncovering the truth about this situation, he would be a good place to start the interrogations.<br><br>Either that, or Isabel simply wanted an excuse to see him screaming in agony as he suffered a long and terrible death... Either of the two reasons seemed fine to her, since the end result would be the same to her. She was damn near mute on the trip back, her mind still trying desperately to pick up the pieces after her entire mentality got shattered by two horrifying revelations back to back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 06:41:51</strong>
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				Baxter didn't get the answer he wanted. Despite having a gun pointed at him and the very obvious threat being declared in the former Zeon pilot's voice, the man was clearly too focused on the scarred little girl in front of him. Baxter was trying to decide whether to lower his gun or push the threat harder when warning shots hit the ground around him, prompting the Corporal to spin quickly and level his sidearm on someone he quickly recognized as one of the women they saw at No Town a week prior; another ace pilot, probably, though they still didn't seem to outclass the 432nd as much as he would have expected. He tightened his grip on the gun as she spoke (or, rather, shouted) at them, quite clearly pushed off the deep end with her own righteous anger. Lieutenant Takai came in to try to calm her down, but she wasn't budging, accusing them of horrible plans for the injured. He was going to have to fire the first shot if she didn't calm herself; he could see she was on the verge of insanity, whereas his own anger was becoming more logical and focused, yet no less venomous.<br><br>Finally, as the Federation medical ships were blown out of the sky and paid back the debt of innocent blood, William decided to order the team to withdraw, an order that had Price glaring again. Did he really expect him to follow orders after seeing what those orders had just led to? Still, this time, he agreed it was time to get out before any more damage was done. Ignoring the extra SMG rounds hitting around his feet, the English pilot ran back to his Gundam and allowed the cable to pull him back up into the cockpit, opening his communications to the entire team again. "We all know that if Jaburo knew the data was on that ship, they had to know what else was on there," he stated flatly, then boosted off away from the violence, not feeling the particular need to retreat right at his team's side, though he would stay in comm range.<br><br>He had come to be with the Federation as the lesser of two evils, but what if the lesser was still too evil for him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 23:04:01</strong>
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				Lucille looked as William walked back towards his injured Gundam. Lucille was too young to understand everything that happened. Her Sister told her that man was the one that shot down the ship and was responsible for Her Nanny's death, and her injuries. However, Lucille couldn't understand how that was possible. He has always been so nice to Lucille and her Nanny. Lucille looked up at Catrina, her face a shocking duality. Part of it blackened, and burnt. the other part untouched. Her deep blue eye striking a sharp contrast against the burnt flesh. <br><br>Lucille looked down at her Nanny. She was so still, so disfigured from the whole calamity that she wasn't really recognizable. Had Lucille not known that was her Nanny, The scene would have been horrific to see. This would be an image that she would take with her for the Rest of her life. The wreckage of the Zanzibar continued to burn as many of the the Zeon soldiers that stopped giving chase to the retreating federation. The Zeon mobile suit tearing away at burnt sections of the fuselage. Sometimes what they found was so ghastly that it caused many to vomit where they stood. <br><br>Lucille started to reach out for Catrina's hand when the sound of an Ambulance coming to a halt was heard just behind the two girls. A couple of the corpsmen coming up with a stretcher stopped in their tracks as they saw little Lucille. They quickly regained her composure as they came to Lucille's and Catrina's side. One of them trying to look over Catrina. "Ma'am, are you hurt? Ma'am?" He asked Catrina. The other one administering a sedative to put Lucille to sleep before the shock wears off and she is hit with the full force of her injuries. <br><br>Back in the Control Room, Acar stopped concealing his delight at the situation. The Federation were running scared. Another officer came up from behind and whispered in his ear. "Sir, we secured the Footage of the ship being shot down." The officer whispered. "Good, may sure it is "Properly" edited." Acar whispered back as he continued to watch the situation. "Yes, Colonel." The officer stated before disappearing. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>William only turned around when Catrina fired at his feet. The look in his eye was more pity than anything else. She had every right to be angry. He didn't say anything as he climbed to his cockpit, and raised Unit one to its feet. William let out his breath when he heard Price's rant over the Comms. Price had a point, but it was one that couldn't be proven at this point. It was a possibility that the Higher ups knew, and decided that sacrificing the rest of the ship was worth it to prevent the data from getting back to Zeon. Course, it could also be just as much a possibility that they didn't know of the other passengers, and all of this was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time for Lucille. <br><br>William was very quiet as he limped his Gundam back to base. It wasn't surprising, but the moment that the Tactical sniper and his team arrived. They whisked them away back to Europe as quickly as possible. William's first destination after docking his suit was the Colonel's office. He wanted some answers. William made a straight line, and didn't stop for anything. The Colonel was sorting through some paper work when William knocked. "Enter." The Colonel stated. William entered and came to attention. "Ma'am Captain William Samson. 432nd Forward MS Team, Ma'am." William stated. "How did the Mission go, Captain?" The Colonel asked. she didn't look up from her paperwork. Her pen still scribbling. "Ma'am. It was a Grade "A" Cluster Fuck!" He stated sharply. The Colonel's pen came to a stop instantly as she looked up at him. Did he really say what she thought he said? "Would you care to repeat that, <em>Captain?</em>" She asked. "Ma'am, It was a Grade "A" Cluster fuck!" He repeated word for word. The Colonel rested her chin on her hands while still holding the pen. "Care to explain, Captain?" She growled. Not liking the tone of the Captain's voice. "Ma'am. That Ship we shot down was a hospital ship. They may have been carrying the data, but they were also carrying wounded, and medical staff." Will returned the growl. "To add to the matters, there was a little girl that was badly injured on that ship." He snapped. <br><br>The Colonel dropped her pen in shock as her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. That alone told Will that even she wasn't told the whole story. "What are you saying, Captain?" She asked. "That the shit just fucking hit the fan here in Africa. It won't surprise me, nor would I blame them for slapping this all over the news." Will stated as he leaned against her Desk. For the Colonel, this was all still hard to process. "They just said it would be carrying the data, and remnants of the Mobile armor." She explained. "It would be hard for them to have the remnants of the Mobile armor. My team buried it at the Great rift." Will retorted, but he didn't think they would go back and dig it up. "Well, whatever. Their damn ship has been shot down." He seethed as he left the room without waiting to be dismissed. From there, Will headed over to the Officer's office and plopped down behind his desk and sat in the darkness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 00:26:55</strong>
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				"By right as a Military official and Zeon family noble, due to the loss of Lucille's carer I will be taking responsibility of her until a suitable replacement is ready, I will be joining you." She turned to the remains of Emma, she tried her hardest to keep her composure. As far as she knew she was the only athority figure that Lucille could trust at the moment. But as the ambulence staff were getting Lucille inside, Catrina walked over to Emma, and ajusted her body to a more dignified position, and gave her a salute, trying her hardest not to cry she turned back and got into the ambulence with Lucille. She was lost in her own world as she sat down, the aftermath of the whole situation played through her mind, so many families destroyed by the careless actions of those Animals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 05:41:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;It seemed all of Makoto's efforts had come to nothing in the end.&nbsp; His efforts to stop the Dopps from slaughtering the med crews had gone about useless and it seemed the that pilots were not paying attention to anything he said. With a sigh he watched William get up and then order a retreat from the area.<br><br>&nbsp;He had gone to William's office to wait for him. He did want to talk with him over the matter of what happened. He had a suspiscion that William was blaming himself for what happened on the Zanzibar. When William came back he was steaming but Makoto thought if anything the Captain deserved to know what support he had within the unit, even if it was only him. He knocked on William's door while poking his head in. "Mind if I talk with you Captain?" he said to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 19:51:27</strong>
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				William looked up as he heard the knock on the door. To be completely honest, he didn't want to see nor talk with anyone, but he figured that wouldn't do as a commander. He took a deep breath and let it out as one long sigh before he spoke. "Enter." He said. He looked up as Lt. Makoto. "What can I do for you, Lt?" William asked. trying not to make a guess as to what Makoto would be talking with him about. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Lucille and Catrina were rushed back to the base hospital. Due to her injuries and that fact that she was a Minor. Lucille was given priority over most of the other injured. Nurses and Doctors rushed to see what they could do about treating the poor girl. It was heartbreaking to see her in such a state. Gently they began to work. cutting away at Lucille's dress. A sizable portion has literally melt to Lucille's skin in the flames so once they finish cutting away as much as they could. They were going to have to operate to remove the rest. Recovery will be very painful for the little girl. <br><br>Right before they wheeled her away, Acar and a Major entered the room. "What is her status, Doctor?" He asked sternly. The head doctor on base, A weaselly looking man that was well known to be loyal to Acar approached. Miss Washburn has suffered severe third degree burns on over 63% of her body. She also has a broken leg and two broken ribs suffered in the crash. To tell the truth, it is literally a miracle she is alive. I suspect she suffered some nervous system damage, and that could explain why she wasn't acting like she was in pain when the medical staff arrived." He explained. "We're about to take her to the OR to remove the last remnants of her clothing that has melted to her flesh." The Doctor finished. "Hold one, one second. We're going to take some pictures for the Records. once we show these to the world, Zeon won't rest until the Federation is obliterated" Acar explained. Though, he held a rather smug grin at the though. the very next instant, the Major drew back the blanket to just below Lucille's naval. Then he took several pictures that would be used in the press release. "Keep a "Special" eye on her, Doctor." Acar instructed. The Doctor stiffened a bit, but then relaxed as a rodent like smile broke across his face. "Of course, Colonel." He hissed, before wheeling Lucille back down towards the OR.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 01:01:30</strong>
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				Isabel was a wreck when the group finally made it's way back to base, though she certainly didn't seem to show it if one was only paying attention to her daily schedule. As soon as they were released, Isabel made a direct line for the firing range and unloaded far more rounds then seemed financially reasonable for the federation to allow. She had a lot of conflicting thoughts flowing through her mind, and this was the most peaceful place on the entire base, where she'd be able to get some time to herself in order to think about all that had happened and what she really thought about it.<br><br>So far, the only answer she got was that the last battle was a complete and total mess. Still, <em>he</em> was here, and that meant that she'd have another opportunity to kill him in the next battle. After that though, she wasn't sure if she could stomach the federation for much longer. Somebody in the chain of command had known what was on that ship, since there was no signs at all that there was any information at all on board... No researchers, no scientists, no schematics that were locked away... Nothing but the wounded and the innocent. Somebody knew, somebody in the federation knew for a fact what was going on, and yet they still ordered their troops to pull the trigger. Was the battlefield nothing more then a game to them? Were people just tools to be manipulated and toyed with?<br><br>No... Isabel was no toy, she refused to accept that. If that last operation was the sort of thing that the federation condoned, she'd take her future into her own hands. Zeon, Federation... Both of them were equally disgusting and filled with back-stabbing greedy bastards willing to do anything in order to advance their own personal agenda. If need be, Isabel would cleanse the world of those types of people herself. Humans were not playthings.<br><br>..............................................<br><br>Jillian was just as distraught as Catrina over everything that had happened, however, she had opted to remain with the forces and organize a search team to make sure that the federation really had completed their full retreat and gone back home, a physical sweep that was followed quickly by a hunt from the bomb squad to make sure that there were no extra surprises waiting for the zeon forces in the wake of this. It was hard to be strong during that time, but Jillian had put herself in charge of the operation, since it was completely established and carried out by volunteers after the battle, so she had to keep her head up and force herself forward no matter what happened. After all, she was an ace pilot, if she had an emotional breakdown, all of the people looking up to her and admiring her would suffer a harsh loss of morale as well.<br><br>When it was over, Jillian changed into her regular outfit and sighed, pressing her head up against her suit's locker as she took a few minutes to recover. By the time she made her way to the hospital and took her seat next to Catrina in the lobby, she was completely calm, but a bit sullen after everything that had happened. "... how is she?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 01:34:21</strong>
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				Catrina stayed with Lucille the entire time that she could, the only time she wasn't was during the operation, at least it was nearly over now, she sighed, silently vowing revenge once again for the wanton life taken by the Federation once again, the noble cause of the Zabi family and of Zeon will triumph over such injustice. Before long Jillian joined up with her in the lobby.<br><br>As she asked her question, Catrina didn't look at her, she just had a small depressed smile she put on. "Burns over the bulk of her body, her cloths melted to her skin, broken bones severed nervous tendons and a whole load of mental crap since the first thing she saw after the crash was the person who shot it down. With Emmas body next to her." She refused to look Jillian in the eye, Catrina failed again, she just can't stop the destruction of the Gundams as much as she tried, it just wouldn't happen, but she gave away none of the pain she was feeling, she just quietly thought of her oaths, the look of Lucille and Emma, but her face was a blank state of indifference besides the light smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 01:45:29</strong>
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				Keeping ahead of the others for the entire trip home, Baxter didn't even wait long enough for them to catch up to him in the hangar. For one thing, he didn't know if any of them had seen him pull the gun on William (aside from William himself, obviously), or if they had seen him start to raise his sword against Gundam 01 even before that. But that wasn't his real issue. After the atrocity they had just been forced to commit in the name of destroying some research they weren't even sure was there, he needed to get some solitude, cool his head, and give some good, hard thought toward his future with the Federation. He was only here to ensure that Zeon didn't bring any more innocent death and oppression, so it was going to be a long time before he could fully trust the Earth government again, if ever.<br><br>The pilot walked all the way back to the barracks without changing out of his combat suit, sitting on his bed and pulling out his notebook to distract himself with. In the heat of the moment, he hadn't really even seen much of his enemies, let alone learned much about them, but he saw some things about his allies that were worth writing down: Isabel's rage&nbsp; and assault against one unit in particular (a black Gouf, a unit he quickly realized he recognized...), Makoto's struggle to bargain with the enemies and try to bring peace and order to the bad situation, and, of course, whatever there was to say about their Captain. He never thought his first mission here could go so bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 03:33:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;As he heard the grudgly offered word of entry Makoto entered William's office he noticed the lights were off. "I'd thought I'd come by and see how you were doing." he said to him. He wanted to let the commander know he was here to listen to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 03:59:55</strong>
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				William leaned over and turned on his desk lamp. "I am doing about as well as can be expected, for a Murderer." William sighed a bit. He understood that it wasn't his fault. He was merely going on the information he had at the time. That information was that dangerous Data was aboard the Zanzibar, and the Higher ups wanted it to be destroyed. While the Zanzibar did have the data, and research team. It was either unknown or purposely left out of the Wounded and medical staff on board. "It would seem not even the Colonel was completely aware of what was going on. So, to sum up, S.N.A.F.U. Situation Normal, All Fucked Up!" William said with a growl as he rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to massage away a growing headache.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 04:54:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto winced a bit as he heard the bitterness in William's words when he called himself a muderer. Makoto grabbed a chair and spun it around before sitting in it resting his arms on the back of it. "Well no one ever said the life of a soldier was going to be glamorous or even clean." he said before taking a breath. "But that's life in general I suppose. You make choices and live with the consequnces of those choices. You chose the job of a soldier and all that it entails. And a soldier's job is to destroy the enemy and come home alive. Doesn't matter who the enemy is. The enemy is whatever threatends that which you hold dear to you. Also being a soldier means we have to care more about life than any other person because we as soldiers we must take life. Therefore to us life is more sacred than anyother proffession. Because if we forget how sacred life is we become nothing more than monsters who must be delt with like a rabid dog." he said to him before taking a breath. "As for what happened today I don't like it anymore than you do but unfortuently this is war. It's never as clean as we try and make. To believe otherwise would be an arrogance on the order of assuming one was god." he said letting his words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Look I won't mince too many words with you Captain. Out there today for good or ill you did your job. No will fault you for something you simply didn't know. Nor should you beat yourself up for the fact that you should have known. It's not your job to find that stuff out." he said before he would ease up a bit to take a breath. <br><br>&nbsp;"As for where everything stands right now Captain, you've got three choice in front of you as I see them. Number one. You can accept what you've done today and move on. Number two. You can retire from the military and be a hermet and finally number three..." he said stopping for a moment as he reached down, popped open his holster and laid his side-arm down on the table. "...I can walk out of here and you can blow your brains out. You are too good a man for me not to hold back on this. So that's the way things stand right now." he said to him being frank and honest with his commander.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 16:10:12</strong>
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				William listened as The Lt. spoke his mind. He couldn't deny anything that Makoto said. It wasn't His fault as he was acting on the information he had. Though that didn't take much of the emotional Sting away from the incident. Particularly since he knew two of the people on board. Granted, the time spent with them was only measured in hours at best. There were moments on the way back when William thought he could smell Miss Grooms's Perfume inside Unit 1's cockpit. Once Makoto was finished with his speech, William looked down at the offered Firearm. He slowly reached out and and picked it up. By sheer muscle memory, his thumb hit the Mag release and dropped the full magazine onto his desk. William then racked the slide ejecting the round from the chamber. Once that was finished, William set the firearm back down on the desk, and leaned back and looked at Makoto.<br><br>"Her name was Lucille Washburn. She couldn't have been more than 10 years old..." William started. What he was about to tell Makoto was something that only two people on the entire base knew. The only other person that knows has disappeared into the wastes of the sand sea. "We just formed a week or so prior. I was leading the team in the Sandbox for the military's Favorite game, "Hide, and Seek". Our Sonar woman, Sgt. Allenby picked up something so we went to investigate. It turned out to be a Gallup land battleship, and it's Zaku escort. So, we set up an Ambush, and it worked. Though, what we expected wasn't what we received. Out of the Gallup comes this tiny little girl with blonde curls. Looks like that girl from...." William was snapping his fingers trying to summon the image and name. "Ah, A slightly older Shirley Temple. Well. What she was doing out there is beyond me. However, she wasn't afraid of us. Rather, she seemed tickled pink to see Federation Mobile suits. Said that the Gundam looked like "Knights" or something. Though her Nanny, Miss Grooms, didn't seem very thrilled." William continued to tell his tale. <br><br>"Well, when we finally get back to base. I get called into to Colonel Alexander's office. The Federation was going to return the Girl and her Nanny, but first, they were going to take a trip through Federation Intelligence." William bared his teeth a bit as what that statement implied for one innocent little girl and her Nanny. "Apparently, The Colonel had a wife and Daughter himself, key word there being "<em>had</em>". They were lost when the Zekes dropped the colony on Australia. So he asked me to do a personal favor. To Return the Girl and her caretaker back to the Zeons. I agreed." William paused to gauge Makoto's Reaction. William either no longer cared if any or everyone knew, or that he was exercising a lot of faith and trust into his newest subordinate. That information could have William sent immediately to the Firing squad as Alexander's accomplices.<br><br>"apparently, we run smack dab into the Zeon Assault that was sent to Rescue, Lucille, and Miss Grooms. That is when I first met the Zeon Commander for the Africa Theater, Colonel Muhammad Acar. He agreed to do a trade, and let us go afterwards. Well, That is the last time I'll trust that bastard. No sooner than the women were gone, and out of sight than he ordered his forces to attack us. Course he made sure his escape route was clear first. We barely got out of there with our skins, and Alexander was executed a week later for Treason against the Federation in aiding the enemy." William said as he leaned back in his chair.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 22:57:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto sat back as he watched William reach for the gun. He hadn't actually thought William would grab the gun and go for it but he relaxed when he watched William eject the magazine and the chambered round before setting it down and he began his speech. As he started talking Makoto grabbed the parts of the gun slotted the round back into the magazine and loaded the magazine back into the gun before putting it back in his holster. What he heard from William was something he hadn't thought he would expect to hear. His commanding officer was speaking treason for what he had done. But Makoto gave him the time to say his peace. When he was done Makoto whistled long and good. "Now that certainly was a tale Captain. But for what it's worth you did the right thing." he said getting up out of the chair since it seemed William was going to be ok. As he made to leave he turned back towards the other man. "Though if I were you Captain I would go making up wild stories about boring patrols. Also if you wanna find out who's a better shot I'd recommend you come to the gun range. I'm feeling the need for some automatics practice." he said with a understanding grin towards him before exiting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 23:37:37</strong>
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				William nodded with a slight smile as Makoto seemed to agree with him that returning the girl and her nanny was the right thing. Even if it led to the events that just happened. William looked up at Makoto as he turned to leave. Raising an eyebrow at the Lt.s Advice. William merely nodded. "Yeah. I rather not be called a liar." He stated. However, the invitation to the Range was rather unexpected. "Ok, Sounds like a plan, but I'll be bringing a little something that my grandfather gave me." William stated as he opened a drawer and pulled out a wooden box. Opening it, a bright stainless steel revolver gleamed in the light of the room. Along the barrel the Caliber could be read as .44 Magnum. William had a mischievousness glint in his eye as he pulled out the gun. "I haven't shoot this one in a long time. I hope I am not too rusty with an old wheel gun." He commented as he pulled out the thigh rig for the gun. Removing his service one and replacing it with the other. Pulling out a couple of boxes of Bullets. William closed the box and replaced it in his desk. "Well, shall we?" He asked Makoto. <br><br>At the Range, William was not surprised to see that Izzy was meditating in her own special way. "Hello Izzy. I hope you don't mind if we join you." Will stated with a smile. "I'll be over at the pistol range." William stated as he moved over the designated area for pistols. Pulling out his revolver, he loaded the cylinder and donned his eye and ear protection. Taking a deep breath, he raised the firearm up. Placing one hand behind his back as he extended his arm in a Precision shooting stance. He takes a couple of deep breaths as he settles his nerves. His thumb reaches up and draws back the hammer with its audible click. William took one last breath and held it as he squeezes the trigger. The gun fired obediently and kicked like mule. The Standard sidearm for the Federation, and even the Zeon forces was the venerable 9mm Parabellum. However, when compared to that, the .44 sounded like a cannon going off as a sizable flame shot out the muzzle. William set the gun down and worked the ache out his hands. "Whew, I forgotten how much fun this thing was the shoot." He said with a grin. <br><br>William's Gun:<br>(http://www.mommysgotagun.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/M6291.jpg) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:13:21</strong>
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				Isabel, when she saw that she had company out at the range, couldn't help but let out a small huff of annoyance at the fact that her quiet time had been ruined. Nevermind the fact that her definition of quiet time involved firing weapons far louder then the music of any nightclub that she could have gone to and been uncomfortable in. She gently set down the automatic rifle that she had been unloading at the time, before taking a few steps back and going over to the nearby sink so that she could cleanse her face and her hands of the gunpowder that had accumulated across both while she had been firing. It wasn't anything that could be physically seen on a person's skin, but the fine dust made her just <em>feel</em> dirty, and it was the sort of thing that was just good hygiene to take care of. Either way, once she was cleaned up she decided to stick around for a little bit longer. She was still in a bit of a blood rage from running into that man from before, and she had to make sure that the rest of her group knew to stay out of her way when it came to that particular black Gouf.<br><br>.......................................................<br><br>Jillian, after spending so much time on the battlefield with Catrina, having grown to understand her fellow ace better then most other people on the entire base, wasn't buying that Catrina was okay for a single moment about all of this. That sad little smile warned her that Catrina was on the verge of cracking, and now was the time for her to step up, or forever regret not saying anything when she had the chance. This was the girl that damn near lost her shit when a person got put in the brig for a week on her account, and now so much innocent blood had been spilled around her while she blamed herself... typical...<br><br>Jillian reached over and wrapped her arms softly around Catrina, pulling her fellow ace against her into a hug as her eyes slid shut. "knock it off, Cat... You're okay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 21:17:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto grinned as he watched William pull out his old revolver. It was a beautiful gun to say the least and from the gleam on steel finish of the gun it had been well cared for by William. He had grinned at him, he followed him to the gun range where he watched William greet Izzy who seemed to be there almost constantly. Oh well it gave Makoto a chance to test his skills against someone else. But it was William that drew him today. Makoto grinned before walking out to the pistol range with William. He smiled over at William as he pulled out his personal side-arm. It was a masterfully crafted piece of black steel and chrome. "You like the .44 magnum, I perfer the Bren Ten." he said taking hold of the gun in two hands before squeezing off a few rounds with it. <br><br>&nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Dornaus_Dixon_Bren_Ten_10mm_Pistol_2.gif)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 21:44:55</strong>
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				" The Bren Ten's nice. I don't try and tell a man what gun to shoot. As my Great grand pappy used to always say. "Too each their own". A revolvers nice as you rarely, if ever, have to worry about a feed Jam. Plus, Nothing sounds like a .44." William said as he drew back the hammer for another shot. Steadying his arm. William worked to control his breathing. The .44 only carried six shots, so it wasn't much of a combat pistol, but if you were on the receiving end of a .44mag JHP (Jacketed Hollow Point), It hurt! William expertly squeezed the trigger and once again, the sound of a cannon going off destroyed the still air as the mile long flame shot out the tip of the muzzle. William's grouping was respectable, but he wasn't a tack driver. "Hey, Izzy!? What do you like for a Handgun?" Will asked, trying to get her involved in his on going mission to get her to open up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 06:52:31</strong>
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				After quite a while of writing in his journal and trying to deduce more information than was really realistic of him, Baxter couldn't ignore the need to go talk to the others and get a few things clear. He wanted to know why Isabel had lost it on the leader of the Stalkers and nearly gotten herself killed, he wanted to know what Makoto or William were planning to do in response to him having pulled a weapon on his commanding officer, and, the only information he truly cared about, he wanted to find out what William had found out from the Colonel: whether or not the Federation had known it was a medical evac ship that was taking off, and what he planned to do in the likelihood that he did. Could anyone continue to just follow orders after being forced to commit an atrocity like that?<br><br>Seeking his team out, the British pilot eventually found them all at the shooting range, giving them a nod before taking up a spot one booth over. He didn't really know how to start, especially with all three there, but he had a feeling at least one of the men would have something of their own to say to him, for better or for worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 01:09:56</strong>
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				Isabel had already cleaned up by the time that William asked her his question about what sort of gun she liked to fire. She glanced back at him, her eyes filled with a rather dark and serious gaze to them as opposed to the neutral and somewhat awkward appearance that they usually carried. "It doesn't matter to me what kind of gun I fire. All that matters to me is that it can kill the target." Since she had his attention for the time being, she spoke again with words that were likely to dig up rather fresh wounds for the captain, but she honestly didn't care at the moment. She had thoughts that had put her in a permanently bad mood since the moment she hit that battlefield, so thinking about other people's feelings wasn't exactly high on her priority list. "I'm going to kill the pilot of that Black Gouf. Until that man is dead, nothing else matters to me right now... But after that, some questions need to be answered about that last operation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 03:33:03</strong>
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				Will's attempt to lessen the tension for the entire team seemed to have failed, and Failed miserably. Seeing that dark expression on Isabel's face instead of that rather neutral one she usually wore gave him the impression that all the work he had done to get her out of her shelf was also washed away in this one huge Cluster-Fuck. It made him angry, and frustrated. Like everyone was blaming him for it. How the fuck was he suppose to know!? He was only going on the intelligence, and orders he was given. Just like any other soldier in this ass backwards war.<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Meanwhile, in the Zeon camp. the Mood was heavy. Many felt angered at the sheer criminal act of what just transpired. They wanted revenge for what happened. Many talking about a full blown assault on the Federation base, and the words; "No Quarter" were being thrown around eagerly. A blood haze seemed to hang in the air as the people worked for the inevitable counterattack they felt was coming. Mobile suits were repaired, and Rearmed. Some with the Zeon's heaviest weaponry. In the Base's OR, surgeons were working to removed the burnt on clothing on one little girl. Little Lucille breathing shallowly as she lay on the operating table. <br><br>Acar was inspecting this troops from a high catwalk overlooking the hanger. The corners of his mouth turned up in an satisfied smirk. "The Federation has sealed their fate. There is no way the Zeon nation will settle for anything less than the complete annihilation of the Federation and everyone upon the Earth." He chuckled as he could imagine more Colony drop operations like the one that destroy the western coast of Australia. The flames of war will continue to burn, and scorch the Earth clean of the Filth that inhabits it. Then, Acar can once again claim the birthright that was stole from his family by the federation so many years ago. "Sir, I have prepared the press conference, and Communications state they can hack the global Communications network. That way you can deliver the news tonight to the entire world, and Space." Acar's aid spoke as he produced a manila folder with a short speech. "The pictures that were taken will also be put on display." He continued. "Excellent, Lt." Acar said as he flipped through the notes. "What about the Camera footage?" Acar asked. "It has been "Properly" edited, Sir." The Aid stated. Acar gave a satisfied growl. <br><br>Julia walked around the lower hangers a bit. Organizing her work teams to be as effective as possible. However, some of the things she has been hearing were scaring her. Some of the pilots were talking about what they would do to any feddy personnel once they get their hands upon them. Particularly those responsible the downing of the Spacecraft. While she had no concrete evidence, she had a feeling her Mike was part of the Federation. Her hand came up to something that was hanging around her neck. As she climbed up onto the Upper catwalk to the offices, She saw Acar. Granted, it was a long shot, but perhaps if she reasoned with him. He could get the base back under control. "E-excuse me Colonel." Julia called. Acar turned to her as he dismissed his aide. "Yes?" He asked as he looked upon the large woman before him. "Don't you think this is all a bit excessive?&nbsp; I am hearing the pilots talking about torturing any feddy people they get their Hands on." Julia stated. "Really? That is excellent news." Acar stated. "Excellent!? These are human beings!" Julia exclaimed. "HUMAN!? How can a human shoot a hospital ship out of the sky!? Acar fired back. "What if they didn't know. The Ship was not marked or anything." Julia offered. "Is that treason I am hearing from you, Tech Specialist Rinehart?" Acar growled as he stalked closely to Julia. Julia began to back up as she saw the look in Acar's eyes and remembered previous incidents of "accidents". "N-No Sir, but..."<br><br>It was all Julia got out before Acar grabbed her by her coveralls, and pushed her against the railing of the catwalk. It would seem that Julia's tall stature would be her biggest advantage. She clawed at Acar's wrists and hands to try and prevent her going over, but her hands were still covered in grease. Which had them slipping out. Julia's eyes grew wide as she felt the pull of gravity. Acar had a look of Grim satisfaction. Time seemed to slow down for Julia as her life flashed before her eyes. Her parents, Her siblings. Her friends. Everyone, and everything seemingly culminating to one point. As she fell, small glint of light caught her attention. It was something that was dangling at the end of chain, a Diamond Ring. Julia's mind flashed back to that night at the Blue Moon. Her, and Mike dancing to the soft music of the blues. "Julia...would you marry me?" He asked as they danced. The happiness she felt at the moment. Julia felt a tear well up in the corner of her eye as she clamped them shut. "I am sorry Mike." She thought right before Blackness. <br><br>Julia's body slammed hard into the permacrete floor 10 stories below the catwalk that she and Acar were just on.&nbsp; Her body made a bone crunching "whump". The others gathered around the body as dark crimson began to spread from her lifeless corpse. They looked up at Acar. "ANYONE ESPOUSING LENIENCY TO ANY FEDDY IS A TRAITOR TO THE ZEON CAUSE. A TRAITOR TO THOSE THAT WERE SLAUGHTERED TODAY IN COLD BLOOD!" Acar declared to the mass below. "HAIL ZEON!" Was the the response he gotten in return, and the response he wanted. "Now, get that trash where it belongs!" he ordered. Several of the tech began to clean up the remains as they took little notice of Julia clutching something in her hand, a tiny engagement ring.&nbsp; <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>William glared at Isabel. He felt his entire team was now in shambles. "Oh, and is it going to happen like the last one?" William asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Have you forgotten that you nearly died then? You would have not made it out alive in the great rift if it weren't for your team looking out for you." He stated. Deliberately withholding the fact that he was the one that saved her. "We are a team, Sargent. That means we work together, and look out for each other. Your quest for revenge may not just get you killed, but other members of this team! Perhaps you need to think on that! this isn't back then. You have us to help you." He stated sternly. William saw Baxter approaching, and could only guess what he wanted. "As for those questions, how bout you ask them now. Here, in front of everyone. I won't hold anything back. Hell, I'll tell you exactly what the Colonel told me when I reported to Her." William said loudly enough for everyone to hear. He paused a moment to get his emotions under control. <br><br>"Nothing. She said nothing. She was so in shock over the truth that there wasn't anything she could say." He stated looking around at everyone. "Once she able to speak again. She said that all she knew was that the ship was carrying Dangerous information, and remnants of the armor on board. Whether that is truth or not doesn't mean shit. This is nothing more than the Sinking of the Lusitania all over again." He finished. Referring to WWI, when the Passenger liner the <em>Lusitania</em> was sunk by German submarines. While it was later discovered that the Ship was carrying weapons across the Atlantic, which was warned against by the Germans. That mattered little at the time cause of the causalities. Which hastened America's involvement in the War.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 10:51:06</strong>
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				Catrina was supprised once she got hugged by Jullian, telling her that she was ok, she smiled, she knew better than that, that Catrina throughout this all hasn't slept for days, she was exhausted. Not that she would ever admit about what she was talking about, especially not now after todays events.<br><br>"Jullian... I know I'm fine, the problem is those that are not fine... I could've stoped it all..." Her voice slowly trailed off her adrenaline and her anger slowly subsiding as her own eyes closed, with her heartbeat slowing and Catrina drifted off to sleep in Jullians arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 21:10:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;Before Makoto could answer about his gun William asked Izzy. That had turned out to be something of a bad move from what he could have seen. He listened to his spech but decided that he would correct William later in private so as not to disturb the momentium he had built up. However there was one thing he wanted to do or more specifily someone he wanted to talk with. Walking up behind Baxter he tapped the other man on the shoulder. "Hey Baxter can I speak with you privately?" he asked him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 00:27:33</strong>
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				Isabel's eyes remained hard and serious as William finally seemed to snap, all the stress finally getting the better of her superior officer considering everything that had happened. "How am I going to trust in the federation going forward? Even our colonel is left in the dark about the truth about our operations, and that's unacceptable. Every single time I deploy now, how can I rest assured that I'm the one that's doing the right thing? Nobody on this base knows what the federation top brass send us out to do, but <em>somebody</em> up the chain knew what was happening and did it deliberately in order to further their own ends." She took a few more steps forward. "I'm not a puppet anymore, I won't let people use me like some sort of weapon, only good for destroying the things around me. The top brass of the federation are no better then that man who was laughing on that battlefield, if this is the sort of thing that they're going to send us out to do."<br><br>Isabel kept going, her emotions coming out in full force. For what it was worth, William had finally succeeded in breaking apart her emotionless shell. "My entire life has been nothing but conflict and warfare from the moment I was born! All I want is for it to end, and now the federation is just making things worse! I refuse to fight for that!"<br><br>....................................................................<br><br>Jillian was completely oblivious about what happened outside, about the fact that Julia had been killed in cold blood by the colonel that she had grown to despise for reasons all her own. All that mattered right now was that her comrade was in a dark place, and she needed somebody in her life to be there for her. Jillian would be there for Catrina, she would pick up the pieces and help to hold her companion together for as long as she could. For now, she'd softly stand up, picking Catrina up into her arms before she transported her to her room on the other side of the base. Upon arrival, Jillian would softly lay Catrina down in the bed, and lean in to kiss her forehead gently. "Catrina..."<br><br>Jillian needed to be strong now, stronger then she had ever been before in her life. In these dark times, people often looked for somebody to lead the way to a better tomorrow, people often looked for a leader to rally behind in the hopes that the darkness would pass. If nobody was willing to step up and be that leader, Jillian had no choice but to pave the way herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 08:48:04</strong>
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				Despite his own steady anger toward his the Federation command and anyone who either accidentally or purposely let such catastrophic orders go through, Baxter kept his distance from William and Isabel, seeing that those two in particular were dealing with a lot of anger and frustration toward more than events than he honestly even cared about. She mentioned something about the leader of the Stalkers, but, knowing that man's track record, the former Zeon would have been more surprised if there wasn't someone who base who had been affected by those atrocities. He was very much ready to echo her sentiments of disgust and rebellion over their very own base commander not even having the full details of the operation, and maybe add in a choice anecdote to show he wouldn't stick around with a group he didn't trust, but Makoto soon took his attention away and was greeted with a frown.<br><br>"If it's important enough to step away from this," he told the sharpshooter, allowing him to lead Baxter wherever he wanted to go to talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 14:52:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto nodded his head. "Yeah it is kinda important as it does pertain to you." he said as he led the other pilot towards the back of the shooting range well outside of earshot of anyone who could hear them. "I wanted to talk with you about what happened earlier in the battle." he said taking breath before what he had to say. "What I wanted to tell you is that you are lucky to be alive right now. I saw you raise your saber on the Captain's unit and if you had stabbed down my next shot would have cored your cockpit with my next shot. That's to say if your unit survived the detonation of the Captain's mobile suite. Which by the way would have killed every single person who still had some chance of living after what happened. Now I'm not going to sugar coat things, yes people die in war. But what happened here today was nothing short of the mass slaughter of non-combatents and should never be consider a victory. Also what happened was not the Captain's fault, nor was it the base commander's fault. Neither of them were told the truth of what was on the ship. Which means it's someone further up the chain of command that made that call. When I took my oath as a soldier of the Federation, I pledge to defend the ideals of what the Federation stood for, not the people who hold those offices. I'm not so deluded as the believe that the people who hold those offices are perfect human beings, far from it actaully, but they are there still the same. But I am a soldier who pledge his life to defending it which means I have to follow orders until one comes along that violates my conciesne."<br><br>&nbsp; "Now our jobs as soliders is to destroy the enemy and come home alive. It doesn't matter who the enemy is, be they foreign or domestic. Our charge is defeat them and come home alive." he said taking another breath. "Whoever gave that order now consitutes an enemy to be destroyed. Now if you find out who gave that order and you want help in bringing them down then I don't mind giving you a hand. Hell I'd more then likely if I found them in my sites to assume pull the trigger and end it." Makoto said to him taking another breath. It was plain to see that this had gotton under Makoto's skin. "However despite what I said about helping you one thing I will not abide by is someone attacking my comrades. I'll defend them as hard as I would the ideals of the Federation." he said the steel confidence in words letting the other man know he ment every word he had said. "Now as I said before I'll leave it off the record this time, however pull a stunt like that again and I will make sure you end up where you belong." he said before walking off to re-join William and Izzy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 21:55:38</strong>
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				William stood there and let Izzy get everything out. It was true, this was the most she has ever expressed herself since he had known her. Probably the most she expressed herself in years, and yet this was not how he wanted it to be. William's anger and frustration washed out of him as he let Isabel vent. "Izzy." He said quietly. Williams features softened as he spoke. "I don't see you as a puppet, nor a weapon. You're a cherished and valuable friend. Someone I have come to trust with my back in battle, and I hope that you trust me with yours." He stated. "I don't know what happened today. Whether it was intentional, or one giant cluster-fuck. All I do know is today was horrible, and I'll have to live with my actions the rest of my Life." <br><br>"As for your past, I am not going to patronize you and say that I understand. I know that I can't truly understand what growing up like that meant. I am going to say is that you're not alone, Izzy. You have us..." William stated as he turned to indicate both Makoto, and Baxter, but found he was alone with her as Baxter, and Makoto disappeared somewhere. "...ok, You have me to back you up then. I won't abandon you, I'll always be there to support you." He stated. "I know you can't trust the Top Brass. After today, I am sure the Colonel will be scrutinizing our orders more thoroughly, but please. If you can only trust one person in this world, trust me Izzy. I won't steer you wrong intentionally." William concluded. His words almost a plea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 22:49:49</strong>
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				Isabel paused, turning her eyes away and relaxing a little bit while William made his comeback towards her. Being the one who pulled the trigger, she understood that this had to weigh far more on his mind then it did on anybody else's, and now that she had gotten out all of her built up stress and tension, she felt rather guilty towards him for it. "... Okay... But I still don't like this." She returned her gaze back up towards him. "Somebody far above our heads is responsible for what happened today, and they need to pay for what they've done. Bending the world and ending lives for the sake of furthering their own selfish agenda, that's unforgivable... People like that are the reason that my home..."<br><br>She shook her head. "It's nothing... Just understand that I plan on delivering justice to those who were needlessly killed, even if I have to tear apart the whole federation to do it. Good, honest people are not playthings to be used and thrown away as they see fit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 06:19:10</strong>
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				Back on the L-3 Colony group the Zeon's had another officer standing in front of a group of&nbsp; cadets giving a lecture about land combat when suddenly the phone rang. The man walked over curiously picking up the phone "Hello?" he asked as he stood listening to the response on the other end. After a few moments he nodded to no one before stating "I understand we'll go immediately" with that he hung up and turned to the cadets "Got news for ya kiddo's we're off to Earth to face the Federation in person" He frowned as he watched the cadets all cheer.<br><br>Several minutes passed and the man and his troops were boarding shuttle that was destined for a land on earth he had not seen since the initial invasion...North Africa. They would be piloting an interesting bunch of suits known as Zaku Tanks still he&nbsp; had found them suitable for the type of warfare they would be doing. There were also several more of the desert recon Zaku II's. He was certain that one of the Zabi's had already sent word to Acre about the shuttle that was to be heading towards the earth with relief forces.&nbsp; The man Irvine Rommel was going to become a new member of the Sheek of the Sands military unit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 07:06:19</strong>
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				Under different circumstances, Baxter would have bowed his head in shame at finding out Makoto had seen what he almost did. Under different circumstances, he would have apologized to his slightly superior officer and thanked him for not turning him over to be court martialed, or just shot him right then and there as a traitor. Maybe he would have even gone to William and apologized, or turned himself over for discipline. But when Makoto spoke, all he heard was that there was probably someone else higher up to blame, and that person would be the one who had to pay. At that moment, out in the field, he had no way of knowing it wasn't William's fault, or the colonel's, or anyone. He just knew there was justice to be paid, and while he was glad he hadn't gone through with it, he couldn't blame himself for what had happened out there, even if Makoto could.<br><br>"I understand what you're saying, Lieutenant," he began, staring Makoto dead-on, never backing down from his own belief. "And I respect that you'll have to kill anyone who tries to harm your comrades. But remember, Samson is no comrade of mine until he shows me he's willing to go even farther than I am to take down whoever's responsible for this, whatever side they're from. After what happened out there, orders don't mean anything to me. My only goal right now is figuring out why this had to happen," he told the sniper, before following him back to William and Isabel in a cutting silence. They seemed to be having a rather intense conversation of their own, but he had a feeling things wouldn't be light-hearted again around here for a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 22:07:40</strong>
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				Will hoped his message got through to Izzy. That she didn't hate him nor completely lost faith in him. A lot has happened in a short period of time that had Will questioning his fitness for command. However, he couldn't afford to doubt himself now. The shit was about to hit the fan in Africa, an He needs to keep on his toes. As Izzy finished, Will took a couple of steps towards her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "That's okay, Izzy, but you don't have to shoulder the burden alone. Not anymore. Let us help, let me help." Will stated, looking deep into Izzy's eyes.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 04:36:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto sighed as he watched Baxter walk away from thier conversation. He hadn't quite seemed like he had gotton what Makoto had said but so long as he never pointed another weapon in the direction of one of Makoto's commrades again he wouldn't much care. But he had been sincere with his offer, that if Baxter ever found out who had been behind the order to fire on that ship Makoto would happily be the trigger man and not regret it one bit. He then shook his head before following Baxter back to where Izzy and William were talking themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 02:22:32</strong>
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				Isabel relented when Will continued with his speech, letting her know that she didn't have to do 'this' all on her own anymore. Her head dropped to avoid looking him in the eye, and her muscles began to relax a little bit before she slowly started to nod. "... Okay." It seemed like that was about the best answer that Will was going to get for the time being, since Isabel was still rather shaken up from her breakout before, and now she was dealing with even more emotions then before. She'd sort them out later though, since she knew she had plenty of time before their next mission began. After THAT disaster, it would be a miracle if the Gundam team was deployed again for a couple of weeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 17:48:49</strong>
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				William slowly nodded at Isabel's one word answer. Today was not a day to be pushing things. "Why don't we all get something to eat. I'll buy." He stated to everyone before turning to table and picking up the heavy revolver and holstering it in a thigh holster. "I hear the Cantina has great Meatball subs." He said with a smile.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>at the Zeon base, Acar sat in his office and was looking over his paperwork when he noticed a transfer to personnel from L3. "Well Fuck! A little late for that. we could have used them this morning." Acar growled as he looked over the manifest. "Zaku Tanks? Hmmm, interesting." He grinned with satisfaction. <br><br>Acar looked up when there came a knock on his door. "Enter!" He barked. His aide entered holding a couple sheets of paper. "We are ready sir." He said. "Good, Lets us stir the fires of righteous hatred then." Acar chuckled as he stood up followed the aid out. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Back in the Catina, the 432nd all sat round a large table. the waitress having taken their order. William was sitting with his back towards the wall, and leaning back in his chair. Balancing precariously on the back two legs. Just in front of him, a Tall frosty beer. After today, William really needed one. In one corner, a large Flat screen TV was playing the News channel. The Anchor constantly blabbing away on State Allowed news. To which most if not all people were ignoring. "Damn, I am hungry. Were is my Sub?" William groaned a bit. Only to perk up when a strange noise came over the TV. It was a staticy-squeltching noise. He took the proper seating position and stared at the TV. <br><br>Once the signal cleared. There stood Colonel Muhammad Acar. he was decked out in full Zeon Uniform. With so many medals, and "Fruit Salad" on one side of his chest that William wondered why he didn't fall over. His eyes narrowed. "Greetings to all of humanity. I am Colonel Muhammad Acar of the Glorious Principality of Zeon. I am come before to you to show you the truth of the evil for which we face! That Evil, is the Earth Federation. Today, not Six hours ago. Our Base in Africa came under heavy assault. During which a Fleeing Hospital ship was deliberately shot down from the Sky..." He crowed. The Screen shifting to an observational camera's POV of the shot. The difference was that the "Hospital" Ship was actually marked in the Camera footage when during the battle it was not marked at all. William grimaced as in his own minds eye he relived that shot. On Screen it showed the bright pink beam of the Sniper Rifle searing through the Ship before it burst into flames and comes crashing down. William seemed to begin to shutter. Acar appeared again. "As Heinous this act is, and the fact that it consider a Crime against humanity in international courts. We do not believe that was the end goal of the Federation. No, This was all an assassination attempt!" Acar declared. <br><br>Acar gave the moment for Dramatic pause. His dark eyes scanning the room. "This was an attempt to Kill Lord Degwin Zabi's only Godchild, Lucille Lauren Washburn. She was taking that ship home back to Side three. We have strong evidence that this was indeed an attempt upon her life. For when the ship crashed the Federation soldiers instant set to confirm the Kill..." He stated as it flashed again to Unit one kneeling down, and William exiting his Gundam. "If not for the Heroic intervention of Lt. Catrina Serentelli. This Man would have finished what the Federation started!" The Screen then showed Catrina standing over William and Baxter with her submachine gun. "Miraculously, Miss Lucille has survived the Crash, and is currently in Intensive Care." Again the screen flashed to show a badly burned little girl on oxygen. Her body squirming a bit in pain. They only covered her from just below the navel. Exposing her badly scorched upper body. William looked like he was about to turn Green as he remembered the smell of the burnt flesh. <br><br>"I ask you, Do we let these acts of butchery, and barbarism go unpunished!?" Acar asked the assembled troops. "NO!" came as a resounding answer. "THAT RIGHT! I DECLARE VENGEANCE UPON THE FEDERATION! We the People of Zeon will not stop. Will show no mercy to the Federation, and its supporters!" Acar shouted. Thrusting his fist into the air. The TV's speakers crackled with the deafening roar of the crowd. "HAIL ZEON!" Acar shouted. "HAIL ZEON...HAIL ZEON...HAIL ZEON...HAIL ZEON..." The zeons began to chant. "I think I am going to be sick." William said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 17:42:43</strong>
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				Isabel watched the news broadcast in it's entirety, turning her gaze downwards when it was finished. She wasn't entirely sure what to say, but she knew that things were about to get several shades more serious in this battlefield. The Federation was now being painted as the bad guys because of their unit's command, and that meant that Zeon was going to be getting considerably more support and backing from their side of the battlefield while Federation HQ would most likely cut it's ties with the Africa branch in order to save face and say that they wanted nothing to do with the attack. In her mind, Isabel had to wonder who handed down those orders... What Federation fat cat was responsible for the massacre that took place today? Did they feel it? Did they understand what they had done? No... probably not.<br><br>This was their problem and they had to deal with it. Oddly enough, Isabel felt most at home in this kind of situation, a situation where the odds were rapidly stacking up against them and they were fighting against a force far superior to their own. She spent her entire teenage life fighting in exactly that kind of battle, after all.<br><br>..........................................................<br><br>Jillian still found herself sitting by Catrina's side, not wanting to leave her. Nevertheless, she turned on the TV and watched Acar's announcement about how they would deliver 'vengeance' upon the Federation. Her fist clenched, and she just about reached her broiling point watching it, though it wasn't for the reasons that most people would think. "That pig... That fucking pig... He's using Lucille to further his own political agenda..." Acar didn't care about her, she was just a tool to be used and discarded once he was done with her. This battle, once Acar emerged victorious, would likely shower him with accommodations and medals, and possibly even a full promotion as well. He was riding on Lucille's back towards his own future success, hoping to get into the higher branches of Zeon's chain of command... Was every General like this? Were they all just a bunch of self serving monsters that didn't care about the people beneath them? Perhaps it was because she was seeing the rise of one firsthand, but it absolutely made Jillian sick, and it kinda shattered her faith in the Zeon political system to think about it.<br><br>But that was politics in general, she supposed... For as long as there were politics, there were horrible people behind the scenes using the people beneath them as stepping stones in order to get to higher and higher levels of power. Some countries used outright violence and civil war to achieve their goals, while others wore suits and fought their battles with words and paper. That was the sort of thing that needed to stop, and the desire to change Earth to something better, destroy the corruption, was what sent Earth-born Jillian over to Zeon in the first place.<br><br>She reached over and gently squeezed Catrina's hand, thinking deeply about her own future, the actions that she would have to take if she really wanted to create the kind of world that she wanted. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her goals didn't line up with the kind of world that Zeon was trying to make... Nor that of the Federation. If that was the case, she would have to take matters into her own hands. Nevertheless, that idea terrified her. She knew that this was a path she'd likely walk alone at first, and that her friends, even Catrina, would likely never forgive her for turning 'traitor' the way that she was thinking about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 02:08:39</strong>
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				Aboard the Transport now in Earths gravity Irvine Rommel sat quietly in his seat thinking about this assignment. They had yet to be informed of the tragedy that had occurred that morning. All Irvine knew was that he and&nbsp; his contingent of Zaku Tanks were supposed to join the forces of Huhammad Acar's Africa forces. It made little difference to him who was in charge as long as they didn't do anything that would be too reckless.<br><br>Irvine had been part of the original forces that had conquered Africa so he knew well how to fight on earth and in the deserts. That was why he had been sent back to L3 to&nbsp; train new mobile suit pilots for this theater. Now they made their way to assist the Sheek of the sands and make Zeon domination in this region absolute or so he had told his troops.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 21:29:56</strong>
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				Needless to say, Baxter wasn't exactly in the mood to go and join the others in the Cantina, even though he was honestly pretty hungry at this point. He hadn't eaten since before the mission; he didn't really have the stomach to eat after witnessing such a thing, though now was one of those times when the need of the body overcame the sickness of the soul. And now that Makoto may have been doubting him, the last thing he wanted to do was give the other pilot reason to suspect him of being a traitor. He hadn't done anything wrong yet (arguably), but if the sniper turned him in for suspicion and revealed how he had pulled his weapon on William, it would eventually come out that he was a former Zeon pilot, something the Federation did not know. If that came out, a whole new world of problems would open up...<br><br>Without arguing, he followed the Captain's lead to what passed for a restaurant and hangout spot on this base, following the older man's lead in ordering a meatball sub and a nice, cold beer to go with it (maybe the drink would settle his nerves). He didn't say much, but it didn't look like some of the others wanted to talk, either, so he didn't feel pressured. All was going well until, ironically, instead of this little outing getting the team to relax and be happy again, things got so much worse when Zeon's latest propaganda began blaring through the TV. Baxter finally got to see the face of the man that was behind all of the suffering here in Africa, Colonel Acar. The British pilot never forgot an important face, but this time he made sure he would never forget the man until he was put down for good. Using the burnt child as a means to his own end, forcing on them another face they would never forget; a face that was once innocent, now permanently scared by the war and put on display to bring about more and more violence and murder.<br><br>"Fucking cockroach," he muttered into his glass, just before downing the last of his drink. Setting the empty container down, he made eye contact with the others for the first time since they had left the shooting range. "Is there anyone we can fight for that isn't commanded by heartless assholes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 22:23:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;Having ordered himself a some beef fajhitas Makoto had sat down with the others in the unit. Though no sooner had he sat down to enjoy his meal when the broadcast happened. Makoto was stunned, greatly stunned. His first thought was how would William feel. He turned to his commanding officer. "Captain whatever happens despite everything you had no idea what was inside the ship. Don't blame yourself for doing your job." he said before he heard Baxter's remark. "That's actually quite simple Corporal. We fight for us and we fight for those who themselves can't fight. We fight for the <em>people</em><em></em>." he said to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 00:51:21</strong>
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				"I'm...I'm sorry, I just need some fresh air." William said as he excused himself from the table with haste. He snaked his away around people to get to the door to the porch. Blessedly, their was no one there. In the distance, he could hear a group of GM-Ground types departing on their way out for a patrol. He leaned against the railing and stared at the sand. "So that is why Intelligence wanted her so bad." He mumbled. "She is as close to a fucking princess, as she could possibly be in this world.". He took a deep breath, and let it out. His body shuttered as the images of her burnt were displayed before him again. His stomach churled, and he thought he was going to retch. <br><br>Inside, a couple of the nearby tables began talking about what was broadcasted. "Geez, can you believe it? That was all we were sent in there for? To get some kid killed?" on man with a naselly voice stated with disdain. "I know Man. What kind of sick fuck would shoot to kill a girl?" Another, much deeper voiced man agreed. "Well, I'll tell you this. If I find out whom pulled the trigger upon that beam rifle. I'm going to give him a good beating. He doesn't know just how hard he made it for the rest of us "Grunts" now." The First man declared boastfully. "Yeah man! Put'em in the hospital! let him feel the pain of that little gurl!" The second cheered. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>To say Acar was pleased with himself was an understatement. He could already see the commendations trickling down from headquarters. Perhaps even a promotion to General. General Acar, now that had a very nice Ring to it. "Very stirring speech, Colonel." He aide said as Acar walked down the hall. As they approached others, they would snap to attention, and shout "HAIL ZEON!". "Yes, I know. Only a truly great, and noble leader, such as I, could give such a stirring speech. These men are blessed to have a member of Royalty lead them." Acar sneered arrogantly.&nbsp; As they rounded corner, and Acar saw that no one was around. He turned to his Aide. "However, we have to be cautious. We can't being our little motivator getting better can we?" Acar whispered. The Aide instantly caught on to what he was saying. "Of course not." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 01:51:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;There was no way Makoto could begrudge William his solutude at this moment in history. However what set Makoto's emotions to boil was the talk by the fellow pilots about they would do to guy who pulled the trigger. All this was going to end and Makoto knew he would more than likely have to spend a day or two in the stockade but he was fine with that so long as these idiots understood what they were saying. So with that in mind he stood up.<br><br>&nbsp;All conversation in the Cantina suddenly ceased when the sound of a Bren Ten semi-automatic pistol blew-out the television that was broadcasting snipitts of the anouncements that was just shown. "Now that I have your attention folks I have something I'd like to say." Makoto said as he lowered his smoking bren ten to a more level postion while his gaze settled on the guys who had been talking.&nbsp; "Now will you listen to yourselves! Talking about wanting to beat up our men? Put him or her in the hospital and feel the same pain as that little girl? This is exactly what the Zekes want us to do. They want us fighting amongest ourselves so all they have to do is swoop in and kill us all!" he said before taking a breath as he raised his hand to them. "Now I am going to challange any and all of you who were out there today to come up to my face and tell me that what you just saw on that television screen was a complete truth." he said waiting a moment to see who would take the bait before he continued. "Cause if you do then I'll more than happy to call you stupid!" he said the word rolling off his tongue with as much venom and malice as he could let out. "You would be too stupid to think for even just one second with your brain on what happened out there you'll realize that half of what you just saw was a complete lie! A fabrication by a desparate people who will use any reason, any excuse to turn the Federation in on itself. So if any of you think you've got the guts to stand up here and tell me otherwise, just remember that when you star throwing those stones that you <em>will</em><em></em> get hurt, you will be cut by the falling glass of your own houses." he said before his gaze leveled on the man who had spoke about their lives getting harder. "And let me point something else out to you, to ALL of you. You want to talk about your lives getting harder, but let me enlightent you. Your Lives got harder the moment you made the decsion to walk into that Federation recruitment office. You Lives got harder the moment you took your oaths to be a Federation Soldier. You Lives got harder the moment you finished boot camp. Your Lives got harder the moment decided to become a mobile suite pilot. And lastly your Lives got harder when you were shipped to the front line. Your Lives got harder the moment you were aissigned to this particular part of the war. Your lives were <em>eaiser</em><em></em> before you made the choice to become a soldier." he said taking another breath before looking over the gathered soldiers. "Now I don't know about the rest of you but I won't stand idley by and let anyone of you torture or abuse <em>anyone</em><em></em> who you think is the man or woman who pulled that trigger today! I won't hand someone over for <em>any</em><em></em> reason to vigilantie justice ever! Is that clear!?" he said to them his generally bright purple eyes turning harder than durasteel as he stared sown each of the men and women in the Cantina. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 03:49:35</strong>
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				The shuttle that had the re-enforcement's for Acar's base came flying into the North African airspace. Not a single one of them knew about the speech nor the fact that the young god child of the Zabi ruler had been attacked. The ship was swiftly approaching the base. It sent it's ID signal and was acknowledged to land.<br><br>Once the Shuttle arrived at the base Irvine rose from his seat and oversaw the unloading of his men and their suits. He wasn't too concerned about the fact that Acar wasn't there. What he was concerned about however was the continuous shouts of "Hail Zeon" that could be heard from around the base. He approached one of the technicians and asked him "What in blazes is going on around here?" the technician looked at him "Well sir Colonel Acar just gave a speech against the Federation after they attacked a passenger vessel carrying young miss Lucille Washburn" Irvine was astonished "They did what?" though he had never met Lucille he was certainly aware of who she was. He frowned and remarked "so we were needed because of this huh?" he was unhappy as he pondered over this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 01:36:57</strong>
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				A week of Hellish fighting would ensure after the announcement of Lucille's incident. The Zeon's pouring forces into the Africa/Middle Eastern Theater to wreak their revenge upon the Federation. They were blinded by anger&nbsp; as they threw themselves at Federation Installations, and outposts with near fanatical zealotry. The cry of "DEATH TO THE FEDERATION!" on the lips of many a Zeon soldier. Along with normal Zeke forces, Reports of a Team of Zaku Tanks have been steadily getting more, and more notice among the command staff of the Federation Main base. In the Case of the Federation, Reinforcements and supplies were "accidentally" being diverted to other theaters due to "Paperwork" error. It would seem that the Federation was trying to hang their Africa Corps out to dry for what happened.<br><br>Unit One knelt down as its hatch opened with a hiss. William slumped in his seat nearly exhausted. Since the assault, his team had been on constant "Fire watch". Meaning they were the response team designated respond for any calls for back up that came in. William swore his Team and he had logged more Pilot hours in this one week then they did during any time before. William rested his eyes as he leaned his head back against the seat head rest. "My God....I am not sure how much more I can take." He whispered. Summoning herculean strength of Willpower. Will pulled himself up, and out of the Suit's cockpit. Using the Cable, and hoist to lower himself down to the hot sands of the desert. He approached the others, as Jared was passing out cool water bottles to everyone. "Drink up, and relax. We don't know how long we have until we get another call." William stated as he took a careful swig of the water. "Is everyone doing alright?" He asked. <br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Acar was very pleased with himself. He had a plethora of loyal Zeons that were more than willing to march into the bowels of Hell, and Gunfire for him now. He kept assuring his troops that Lucille was under the best medical care, but was in such a delicate state that it wouldn't be smart for her to have visitors. Not even, Catrina, and Jillian were allowed to see her. The Doctors were treating her alright. Treating her sot that her injuries would last. To keep the "Motivation" up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 01:46:12</strong>
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				Catrina had to spend a few days out of sortie due to exhaustion, she was completely beside herself when she was not allowed to see lucille, she even considered breaking in a few times just so she could visit, but she had to be patient, every day she was begging that she would get the call that she could come visit. But not long after she had begun to Sortie again, both with and without Jillian. As much as Catrina had been hailed a hero, the one who saved Lucille, although she was unconcious at the time the message was aired, she put as much of an air of thanks as possible, but she still beat herself up for not being able to do more. In the last week they're have been engagements with the Gundam team, but Catrina was never cleared to go combat them, apparently the higher up's were attempting to keep Catrina in control by bringing her mental stability into question at regular intervals, this assured that Catrina wouldn't be able to get upto any of her shenannigans like she did in the past, but she knew she was being observed, they were waiting for the chance to turn the hero of the hour into another publicity stunt. They would call it a Federation assasination to strike at the woman who twarted the Lucille attack.<br><br>Maybe Catrina was just paranoid, the stress of war getting to her. She just couldn't tell anymore, she just spent the majority of her time training, she even beat her own record of 12 laps around the base in 15 miniutes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 02:10:21</strong>
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				Isabel took in a deep breath&nbsp; as she gratefully accepted her water that was being handed out. Truth be told, despite the fact that her exterior was as calm and collected as always, beneath the skin she wondered just how long she had left before she hit the broiling point and snapped. She knew that the federation was just hanging them out to dry, and that it was only a matter of time before the whole base just collapsed and they all ended up dying as villains. That wasn't going to be how she died, she refused to accept that. She only had one or two more of these engagements left in her before she finally snapped, and she wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen when she finally hit that point. For now she kept quiet and obeyed orders, drinking slowly and carefully as she mulled over her thoughts and tried to plan out her moves as cautiously as she could. She knew that the federation was a ticking time bomb at this point, and she refused to be around to see it detonate.<br><br>...........................................<br><br>Like Isabel, Jillian was damn near at the broiling point, though it was for completely different reasons then why Isabel was about to have a mental breakdown. She couldn't stand the way that Acar was treating Lucille, using the injured little girl like she was nothing more then a tool to be used to further his own damned political agenda. During her free time she did a bit of research on modern medical technology concerning burn wounds, and she realized that it would take even a combat hospital almost a third of the time that it was taking these people to treat Lucille, as though they were slow rolling her treatment on purpose to milk out Zeon's righteous fury for as long as possible. These were the kinds of people who gained power in the Zeon faction, the world never seemed to change no matter where she went. She had honestly been slacking off the last couple of days, and a few rumors about her falling sick began to spread around the camp when she refused to leave her tent even when she wasn't fighting. Today, though, she was waiting for Catrina to get back from her run. Whenever Catrina got back, she'd find the Redhead waiting patiently in her chair, a bag slung across her back.<br>"I've made a decision today, Catrina..."<br><br>She was going to leave Zeon. There was no possible way in hell that she was ever going to be able to return to federation territory, not when she was born and raised there and had seen firsthand that they were just as bad as Zeon, but she knew she couldn't stay here. Zeon winning this war wouldn't give her the kind of world she wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 02:15:57</strong>
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				"Oh Jillian, what do you mean you've come to a decision? I haven't seen you around much, has something happened?" She asked, wiping the sweat from her brow, Catrina had no reason to doubt what Jillian was like as a person, even though she saw the back, she just thought it might be some kind of op that would have her out of camp, or perhaps... "You haven't been feeling well right? Is that why you have your bag? Your gonna go on leave until you feel better? I wouldn't blame you, nobody is as suicidal as I am as to run out in the middle of sorties after so many health complications right?" She laughed, not thinking anything suspicious or that Jillian would ever be a deserter, it just didn't register in her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 02:22:36</strong>
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				Jillian broke into a small smile, shaking her head gently when Catrina gave her answer... No... Of course she wouldn't understand. It was difficult for Jillian to even explain to herself why she was doing this, it was hard to leave. Nevertheless, she had to follow her own sense of justice, she had to do what she knew was the right thing to do. If the world was tainted, she would fight all of it then. "heh..." She paused, taking in a deep breath before she started to go on a little bit of a spiel. "... Have I ever told you that I was born here on earth? United States, born and raised. I saw it all firsthand, how disgusting the federation could be... Greedy assholes extorting their position to gain more power, just so they could squash the little person into the mud even more. About the time I was seventeen I just couldn't take it anymore, I stowed away on a cargo ship heading out to one of the colonies... Enlisted in the Zeon military. In those days I believed that Zeon, that the Zabi family... I believed that they were different, that they held genuine ideals in their hearts, that they'd make Earth a better place. That's all I want, that's all I ever wanted... Was to clean the Earth of humanity's filth, and make it whole again..."<br><br>She looked up at this point, her eyes dead serious. "... That won't happen if Zeon wins the war... Catrina, I'm leaving. Zeon is just as broken and corrupt as the Federation is, and I'm going to destroy both of them with my own two hands."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 13:41:48</strong>
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				Catrina's smile slowly dissapeared as Jillian recited her story about being born on earth, and how she was going to fight both Zeon and the Federation on her own, the thought left a sour taste in her mouth, Jillian her closest friend was going deserter, she couldn't she wouldn't she had been poisoned by the Federation when they had her captured, that had to be it! "So you'll fight me, Fight Lucille, Fight against what we held so dear this whole time? I will meet you on the battlefield Jillian, I will not betray the cause that so many have died fighting for, I don't care for the Acar, I don't care for the politics, I just know the Zabi family are good people, Lucille is a good person, the soldiers of Zeon are good people, people who don't shoot down hospital ships... Jillian..." She looked at her, almost breaking into tears at the sight of her and her comments. Before turning to look away from her. "It's fairly cool today isn't it? Really good weather for a test run of the Dom right? It was damaged quite heavily in the last sortie so it needed repairs." the best Catrina could do for her friend right now, was give her an opening, but she wasn't going anywhere, she had given too much to Zeon to turn away from it now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 17:19:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Isabel took in a deep breath&nbsp; as she gratefully accepted her water that was being handed out. Truth be told, despite the fact that her exterior was as calm and collected as always, beneath the skin she wondered just how long she had left before she hit the broiling point and snapped. She knew that the federation was just hanging them out to dry, and that it was only a matter of time before the whole base just collapsed and they all ended up dying as villains. That wasn't going to be how she died, she refused to accept that. She only had one or two more of these engagements left in her before she finally snapped, and she wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen when she finally hit that point. For now she kept quiet and obeyed orders, drinking slowly and carefully as she mulled over her thoughts and tried to plan out her moves as cautiously as she could. She knew that the federation was a ticking time bomb at this point, and she refused to be around to see it detonate.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will was the last to take a water bottle. Ensuring everyone of his People were taken care off first before. Twisting the cap, he took a pull before letting out his breath in a long drawn out "Ahhhh". the cold liquid was monumentally refreshing. William then walked over to the leg of Izzy's unit, and leaned against the leg. Even though it was in the shade for a couple of Minutes, The metal was still quite warm. "How are you doing, Izzy?" He asked. It was a question that he was going to ask everyone, Izzy was just the closest one, or was it merely and excuse to talk with her? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 20:38:12</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto sighed for what seemed to be the one hundredth time today. Things really had gotton harder for them since the incident at the Cantina, but he really wished that he hadn't been as right as he was. Things were at the point that he hadn't even really be reprimanded by base commander for it. It seemed they were in such a pinch that they needed every able bodied person they could get, which ment they had no one to spare to watch over a prisoner. As he surveyed the fatigued look on all the faces in the hanger one thing was plain to see, they were being hung out to dry. He decended the zip line to the ground before walking over to where William an Izzy were. He could see the fatigue on both thier faces even more clearly now that he was up close with them. Something needed to be done but what was the question. "Hey Captain." he said to William.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 23:28:19</strong>
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				The past week had put things back into perspective for Baxter. He no longer harbored any more anger toward William for what had happened at the Zeon base, and he definitely didn't want to kill the man anymore. Like the others on his team, he now knew it wasn't his fault, and he felt sorry for what he must have been going through, being forced to have so much blood on his hands. That didn't mean the British pilot's anger was completely faded, though; now it was all directed toward whichever unknown member of the Federation (or whatever group) gave that assassination order. The same one who now left the Africa branch out to dry. Was trying to kill a child really worth sacrificing a huge amount of war assets and soldiers? If their greed really blinded them that much, they couldn't be allowed to go on anymore. Whatever it took, he would get out of this place alive and find them.<br><br>Climbing out of his mobile suit, Baxter took his water and made his way over to the others, who had been collecting around the leg of Isabel's suit. He wasn't a huge talker when he had first arrived to this branch, but since that incident, he barely spoke unless spoken to. That didn't mean he didn't want to hear what the others had to say, though. Somehow, all of this made them feel like the only people he could trust; after all, both Zeon and the Federation had betrayed his loyalty, in their own ways. "I wonder how No Town is doing in all this mess," he muttered. With all the anti-Federation fervor, he couldn't imagine the Zeons were following the rules anymore and keeping the peace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 16:20:21</strong>
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				"Hey, Makoto. How are you holding Up?" Will asked as their Sniper approached. William pulled his handkerchief from the chest pocket of his uniform blouse to wipe the sweat from his brow. He gave a nod to Baxter as he approached. Though his question about No-Town did have Will wondering too. "I don't know. It they were strict on their rules on anonymity. I can see how they kept the peace, but I have been there since we last went. Just too busy. Mike's been crawling up the walls wanting to go, and see his beloved Julia." William stated.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 21:51:21</strong>
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				Isabel looked up at Will, keeping silent for a few moments while he answered the other two members of their unit. She was still sorting out her emotions, figuring out exactly who she wanted to be angry at and how she was going to vent it. Particularly, she knew that saying bad things about the Federation right now would only make matters worse, but it wasn't like the situation was getting any better by her getting her mouth shut... So many thoughts going on through her mind, and she wasn't sure how to deal with it. "... fine... all things considering."<br><br>..................................<br><br>Jillian shook her head, shifting her gaze away in shame at the way that Catrina responded to her. "I know... There are good people fighting on the ground for Zeon, but the same can also be said about the Federation... It can be said about every single war that's ever been fought in the entire history of humanity. I don't want to fight them, I don't want to fight <strong>you</strong>, but I'm not going to just sit around and do nothing while the world continues to rot at the hands of greedy assholes who are only out to look out for their own power and oppress those below them." She stepped closer, stopping when the two were side by side. "I'm sorry, Cat... really... I am."<br><br>After a deeply impulsive moment, she leaned in and softly kissed her comrade on the cheek. "Just... Just take care of yourself, and make sure that you're sure you're doing the right thing. For warriors like us, life is too short to spend it regretting decisions." With that Jillian left, walking out with the intent on taking her opening and breaking out. She already knew where she was going to go and who she was going to seek out. The question was, would she be able to fight this war? She'd be an enemy of the entire world, and that was a dangerous prospect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>10-02-2013, 04:01:46</strong>
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				Irvine was standing at the base of his zaku-tank shaking his head "well this week certainly has been an adventure" he had a frown on is face. He believed that the assassination attempt was wrong but he didn't believe that the force that was being used was truly warranted. "Hey Lieutenant what's on your mind?" one of his subordinates asked him. The young man who asked was a tall fellow with a slender frame and dark red hair. "It's nothing Aran" he replied chuckling at the young man. The young man hated the federation and was glad they were here. The next to speak was a soft spoken girl with green streaks running through her blonde hair her name was Andrea "sir we are ready for our next sortie"<br><br>Irvine heaved a sigh "We aren't scheduled to leave yet so relax while you can" He was wondering just what was going on in the minds of their superiors well the ones at the homeland anyway. Acar was a bit easier to read though and he was a man who Irvine disliked but would not show it unless neccassary. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 00:09:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto looked over at William as he greeted him. Taking a long deep breath he shook his head. "I'm doing alright skipper but I'll be honest with you..." he said leaning to whisper in William's ear. "I'm almost to the point of raiding our own supply convoys just to feed the people here." he said to him. It was no surprise the Federation had left thier unit out to dry, so that would mean they would need to get their supplies redone some kind of way. "I'll be honest with your Commander. At this point if the Federation expects us to "hold" this postion then we are doing to have find another way of getting supplies. Cause otherwise I don't think we will last another week and if we can't then I say fuck the Federations stand hold orders and we pull out and let the damn Zekes have the place. Let those fuckers up top have to commit forces to an area they let fall to re-take cause of asshat upstairs." he said. There was no mistaking the malice and anger in his words. Makoto like many in the Federation forces was as loyal to it as any other, however he did question the actions of thier commanders. He was loyal to the ideals of what the Federation stood for, not the people in charge. His loyality was to the people themsevles not the burecrats who acted like they ran the war through rose tinted glasses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 22:01:56</strong>
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				William nodded as he listened to Izzy. She was still not letting anyone in, and that depressed Will. "Ok, Rest up." He said before turning his attention back to Makoto who voiced his concerns for the lack of proper supplies to those of the Africa sector. He let out his breath in a frustrated fashion. "I'll look into it when We get back to base. Just hold out as best you can." William spoke as he ran a very weary hand through his hair. <br><br>At the Federation back, the Colonel was walking with a Visiting General. He was so large, his jowels shook as he spoke, and spilled over the collar of his uniform. "Colonel Cunningham. I hope you can appreicate what I am doing for you by coming all the way out here." he spoke arrogantly. "Yes, General Grumman, but I need you to understand that without proper supplies and fresh troops. It will be nearly impossible to Africa, and the Middle east." Cunningham stated as they were walking from her Office to the Command center. "Colonel Cunningham. You were selected because of your leadership capabilities. Yet, it sounds like you are saying that you can't do the task that is set before you. Are you saying that <em>We</em> were mistaken?" Grumman glared at the smaller colonel. "No Sir. I can do it." Colonel Cunningham relented. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 16:58:13</strong>
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				Acar smiled triumphantly as he looked over the reports. His brute force tactics were quickly wearing down the Federation outposts. "Soon." He thought. Soon he'll be able to simply sweep them away before taking on the big prize, The Main Federation base. However, a problem was starting to rear its head. A problem he anticipated, but was unsure how to solve. The motivation from the failed assassination attempt was starting to wane. The Pictures of Lucille's burned body were no longer doing it anymore. Acar had to think of something. The Idea of another assassination attempt was quickly dismissed as it would have been too obvious. Also that would bring questions against him to his ability to command. No, what must happen has to resonate within the very fiber of the people. As he walking down the hall, the corner of his lips turned up into a sneer. "No one can resist a Martyr" He mused as he continued on to his office.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 19:18:04</strong>
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				Acar wouldn't exactly be able to enjoy his small victory for very long, as sirens would start blaring not long after he took his seat. Quickly, a lieutenant from logistics burst into his room, the young woman looking damn near out of breath as she reported to Acar. "S-Sir! It's Ace Ashfeld, she-" Two more soldiers suddenly rushed past his office, cutting off the girl as she looked over to see what was happening. "Sir, her Dom is shooting it's way out of the base." With that she rushed off again, apparently having better places to be in a time of emergency like this.<br><br>---<br><br>Just as was reported to Acar, Jillian had taken her bazooka and had blasted her way through the hangar doors that held her mobile suit. She felt sick to her stomach doing this, but she knew that she had no choice if she was ever going to hold true to her beliefs. She couldn't stay here in the Zeon camp, not after seeing that they were every bit as greedy and disgusting as the federation. The time had come for her, no more feeling sorry for herself and no more regrets. She was a warrior with a reason to fight, and fighting was exactly what she planned on doing. Once the hangar's gate was blasted apart, she put thrusters on full blast and made her escape, boosting out into the desert while she prepared for the inevitable follow up team that was going to be chasing her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 19:35:59</strong>
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				Catrina was still doing her laps by the time the sirens happened, she had been running constantly since Jilian showed up and dropped her bombshell, she didn't want to make it appear like she knew anything of it so she tried to get to the suit as soon as possible, thankfully her Dom was still being repaired so she would not be able to sortie after Jilian. Instead she decided that it would be best to go look after Lucille, considering the last time she likely heard the sirens was when she was in the spacecraft. As she walked into the room Lucille was still asleep so she just sat down and watched over her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 17:19:42</strong>
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				Acar was just sitting down to go over some paper work when the alarms started to blare. "What the Hell?" He growled before a young Woman burst into his office. SHe was panicked, and near hysterics. Apparently Lt. Jillian Ashfeld was attempting to make a break for it. Acar shot to his feet as his face was turning several different shades of Red. Acar hit a button on his desk that patched him through to the Main control room. On the other end, he heard a young Captain trying to restore order. "C-Colonel! It is Lt. Ashfeld..." He started to state, but was sharply cut off by Acar. "HUNT HER DOWN, AND KILL HER! SHE IS A TRAITOR TO THE ZEON CAUSE!" He bellowed. "Right away sir!" the Captain replied. <br><br>Sargent Greene began dashing his suit. Just behind him was the rest of his team. Their Zaku IIs were already warming up by the techs. Within 5 minutes, they were charging out of the gaping hole in the Hanger. "Is it true, Sargent?" the Private asked. "Yup, it looks like it. Lt. Ashfeld has deserted. Our orders are to catch up with her, and take her out." Sargent Greene stated, but it didn't mean he liked the orders. "can we take out a Dom piloted by an ace?" The Private asked. "If we are smart about it." Greene replied. Raising the Zaku's 120mm Zaku Machine gun, Greene lead his men on the chase. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Unit 1 was the last one to park. Will was making sure his Team was safely berthed, and disembarking before he backed his unit in. His body felt like one enormous ache. "I swear these "Walks" are getting longer." He grumbled as he had to use a bit of effort to climb out of his cockpit. At the bottom of the stairs, he met up with everyone else. "OK, that was a good day. Have your Reports written up, and on my desk within a hour. After that, y'all are free. I'm going to go talk with the Colonel on our supply situation." William stated before he began heading to the locker room, and showers. He figured the Colonel won't like smelling him after their turn at "Fire Brigade". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 00:35:01</strong>
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				It took less time than Catrina thought for the Sirens to start, thankfully she wasn't the one on duty, she wouldn't want to go against Jillian right now. Instead she just leant over little Lucille, she had announced her right to care for her during her time here, one of the few times her heritage as a noble was worth something. "Hey Little Lulu, how are you feeling today?" She smiled weakly, she didn't know if Lucille could hear her or not, but now it was raised to her, Catrina had to admit that her wounds really should have been healing, she couldn't think of any reason why. Instead she figured there was only one way to check, for sure, stepping out of the room Lucille was kept in and called over one of the duty nurses, it was a long shot, but perhaps she would get told the truth. "Excuse me Rachel, would it be possible to look at Lucilles diagnostics and treatment routines? If I'm to be her carer for the time being I really should be aware of what's going on after all"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 08:48:04</strong>
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				Irvine was stunned as the base began to shake and reports of a young lieutenant going&nbsp; on the&nbsp; lamb with orders to hunt and kill her he sighed heavily. "Alright boys and girls it's time to go out there and attempt to capture a young lady on the run" he and his command all dashed to their Zaku Tanks. The things quickly sped out after the Dom in a rush. He was unsure of how long it would take to catch up with her but he'd be damned if she died for no reason at all after all there was no point in killing a young soldier without figuring out what was going on in her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 04:01:00</strong>
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				Jillian was holed up in a defensive position in the desert, having high ground over the Zeon forces that would be coming in pursuit of her, rather to capture her or kill her she didn't know. "here they come..." From her superior position, Jillian had almost no trouble at all with unleashing a few tactically and masterfully aimed bazooka rounds that would put out the leg joints of the zakus that were closing in on her position. No matter what happened, Jillian would ensure that none of her shots were fatal. Defector and traitor as she might be, she still didn't have the stomach to kill her own former comrades and friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 22:05:38</strong>
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				Rachel Fitzgibbens was the nurse on duty. She was making her rounds as normal. Trying not to pay attention to the sirens going off. Looking over her clipboards, she was brought out by someone calling her name. It was Catrina. "Ma'am?" Rachel asked as she came over. Though as Catrina made her request. Rachel became suddenly very nervous. Taking a couple of steps back from Catrina as if she was afraid of some dire consequences. "I-I am sorry, Ma'am, but I am not at liberty to say. Only the Head Doctor can discuss, only with her recognized guardian Ma'am." Rachel Replied. It was a very delicate situation considering Lucille's social station. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Sargent Greene ZakuII continues to charge into the desert. They were much slower than a Dom, particularly on the soft sand of the Sahara. The Dom's hover jets being a distinct advantage. "Sarge, I am picking up contacts from the rear!" Greene's No.2 Man reported. "Roger, I see them" Greene replied. He saw them approaching fast, but not fast enough to be doms. "Friendly Unit. This is Greene Team. State your Mission over!" Sargent Greene demanded. However, he didn't have time to get an answer when the sands began to erupt all around them. Greene three took a high explosive round to the knee. Toppling rather ungracefully into the dirt. "Greene 2, Check on Masterson, see if he is alright!" Sargent Greene called out as he moved to put his suit between his teammates and their quarry. He fires off a burst from his 120mm Machine gun. Trying to "discourage" The Return fire.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 13:18:36</strong>
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				Catrina sighed, so the head doctor was who she had to see, figures. "Thank you Rachel, can you tell me where he is right now? It's pretty important." She noticed the scared nature of the Nurse, even when its about Lucille she had never been this nervous before "Hey hey Rachel it's ok, relax, if something's wrong with Lucille I just want to be in the know so I can help her, as the only Zeon noble on base for now I get the right to stand in for the care for her after all, I know Lucille very well I just want whats best for her, so please if you know something just tell me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 03:25:56</strong>
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				The retaliation fire that Jillian came under wouldn't be enough to discourage a single shot, not when she had such a superior vantage point within the large hills of the desert. She let out another rocket launcher round, this one also connecting non-lethally with it's target. "Just back off and let me leave! I'm not going to fight you here!" While she was putting her best foot forward with appearing as strong as possible, truth be told, she wasn't entirely sure that she had the stomach to be putting up with this kind of extended firefight, not against her former friends and comrades in arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 01:13:17</strong>
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				It would be Greene 2 that took the next hit. Blessedly the shot was non-lethal. Sgt Greene growled at the Pilot's demands. To simply let her leave would a Death sentence with Acar. Particularly since she is taking the Zeon's Newest suit with her. "You two stay behind. I"ll take care of her." Greene stated as he had his Zaku throw some Minovsky particle Laced Smoke Grendes to obscure her sensors. Granted, now his sensors are useless, but he has an idea where she was firing from. Greene Started to run in a circular direction to try and Flank Jillian. He wanted to believe her last two shots were meant to disable, but he has been in this game long enough to know to always expect the worst. So he was also trying to lead her away from his disabled team mates. Hopefully the smoke will give him a head start to try, and flank. <br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Rachel swallowed thickly as Catrina continued. "The Doctor is presently off duty right now. He is scheduled to returned at 0800hrs, Ma'am." Rachel stated as she took a couple nervous steps back. Rachel was notorious for being honest, and hated lying. She knew that Catrina wasn't a threat to Lucille, but some of the things Rachel seen and heard had her very scared. Her eyes started shifting this way, and that. Looking for away to quickly escape from Catrina. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>William would return about an hour and half later. "Everyone, Inside...Quickly!" William stated as he joined everyone else. William kept looking over his shoulder, and craned his neck to see if he was being followed or pursued. "Come on, hurry up!" He said as he dashed into the barracks with two bulging Laundry Sacks over his shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 13:20:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto looked up from his bunk where he had been going over the maintence records and what not for his suite. "Man looks like I'm gonna have to site the scope again. The auto-stablizer's nearly shot." he said when he heard William call out and run into the barracks carrying something. Sliding out of his bunk he walked over to William. "What seems to be the problem skipper?" he asked him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 19:12:53</strong>
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				Irvine and his men soon sped into the fray with Jillian and Sgt. Greene's men. "Alright what's going on out here?" He called over the loudspeaker as his Zaku-Tanks sped about the sand trying to flank the Dom. The&nbsp; machine guns of the guns weren't aiming for anything lethally damaging to the Dom rather they were aiming to damage it enough to stop it. They knew their Lieutenant wouldn't want them to needlessly kill one of their own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 05:46:54</strong>
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				Isabel jolted out of her bunk when she suddenly heard a tun of commotion from the male's side of the tent. Since things like political correctness were little more then a formality for the fatigued and angry federation soldiers at this point, she slid open the divider between the two sides with a curious look in her eye. She had never heard him raise his voice like this before, and he sounded frantic. As was to be expected though, she didn't say anything, and she simply watched for the time being.<br><br>............................<br><br>"Tch!" Jillian rose her auto-targeting system when the smoke grenade came out, and she already knew for a fact that she was about to be flanked. As such, she was able to set herself up in a defensive position with her back up against the dune, and her heat sword out and ready to go. If Greene came out of the smoke, she'd be ready to disable his Zaku and continue making a break for it. That, however, would change the instant that reinforcements came. With a swift and desperate evasion she was able to get by with only damage to one of her legs, though that was still a bad sign for her. "Damn it all..."<br><br>It was a good thing that she had refused to wear a Zeon uniform during her little defection, because Jillian knew that she'd have to get away before even more reinforcements showed up. For now though, she simply used the chaos of the smoke to her advantage and took off through the desert at full throttle. She just hoped that her Dom would be able to hold out until she was able to allude her pursuers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 06:00:58</strong>
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				The only member of the team not already in the barracks, Baxter was outside when William came rushing by with the orders to get inside in a hurry. Lately, the British pilot hadn't often appeared eager to follow any order that was directed toward him, but the near-panic that his captain was in said that this might be something really important. He hurried along behind William, the other two members of the squad already out of their beds and just as curious as he was. "Whatever this is, I'm guessing it's not the Federation would be happy about," Baxter guessed, though he was the last person that would care if anyone went against Federation policy now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 16:33:01</strong>
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				William led everyone towards the back of the multistoried barrack building. To a large "Recreation" room that had a ping pong table, and a pool table along with a medium sized TV and vending Machines. William waited till everyone was inside before he took one last look towards the main entrance of the Barracks. "What's the deal, Captain?" Mike asked as he and techs were eager to get back to work on the Suits. William softly closed the door, and had a mile wide Cheshire cat grin. "Now, I know that it is a bit early for christmas, but I wanted y'all to know that I haven't over looked our plight of the lack of good food, and such. Well..." William stated as he dumped out the contents of the two Laundry sacks. Spilling out over the table was Food. not the typical Ration Food that they had been forced to eat, but delicious gourmet canned, and packaged food. Also there was some new socks, and underwear along with Undershirts. Though one would notice that the clothing was all on size, and definitely not Military issue. "Captain...where did all this come from?" Mike asked. William had a sheepish smile on his face. "Well, It would seem a big name General is visiting the base, and well...I over heard him chewing out the Colonel cause it was too Hot. So I found his Personal transport. Evading his Entourage, I managed to "Liberate" some items that I knew he wouldn't miss." William explained before he reached behind and pulled something from his back waistband. There were a pair of brand new dark brown leather Moccasin house shoes. "Oh, these will feel so good on my feet!" He declared as he plopped down on the nearest chair, and began to under his boot laces. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Shit!" Greene Seethed as everything literally went to shit. The arrival of the Zaku Tanks, and the Smoke that he set out to cover a flank had set a chaotic stage. He saw the Dom hover past and let out a burst from his gun, but all he accomplished was a glancing shot at the Suit's leg. He Turned his Zaku to pursue, but he did it too fast in the soft sands. Alarms began to instantly blare within the Zaku's cockpit as screens popped up showing excessive damage and hydralic fluid loss to the Left knee, and right ankle joint of the Zaku. The Suit was in mid-stride when the damage was done. So instead of the suit continuing the pursuit. It unceremoniously toppled into the ground with a rather comedic thud. The Zaku pushed up with its arms enough to clear the Zaku's cockpit hatch. Greene jumped out onto the sands and looked at the dust cloud that was the fleeing Dom. <br><br>he wasn't angry, no he wasn't. As a matter of fact, a part of him was happy she got away. Perhaps she would find what she is looking for now. Climbing back into the cockpit, he took a deep breath before he used the radio to patch back to the Zeon Base. "This is Greene Lead to base. We had to cancel pursuit do to damage. I have three suits down and will need a lift back to base." He said. "Roger, Greene. MS haulers are presently being dispatched." came the reply. Greene simply let out his breath as he hopped back out and looked towards his other Team mates, as well as the Zaku Tanks that arrived. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 03:48:52</strong>
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				With a loud bang, the GAW transport rocked violently as explosions happened all over the vessel. The captain shouted orders at the radio operator to send a mayday when he noticed a box under a console. Before he could say anything, the box exploded filling the bridge with shrapnel that killed everyone in it. With the bridge destroyed the cargo master knew that the ship was lost and the only thing the crew could do is drop the three mobile suits, and then abandon the GAW. As the cargo master started to turn away from the door release, a flash of sparks caught his eyes coming from the suits. The black prototype turned, shoving its sword straight through the first zaku, and into the second. Not wasting time, the prototype grabbed the zakus machine gun, and a extra drum mag from the front mobile suit. When it had what it wanted, the black MS pulled a sword out while pushing the two dead suits back into the cargo bay. The force of doing so forced the black menace out the doors to safety while the crew watched as the reactor of the back zaku go critical, and detonate with enough force to cut the massive aerial fortress in half.<br><br>Activating its jets the death god landed softly on the sands. Looking back at what he just done, a sentence formed from the heavy breathing, "That was just the start for my loves family that you left on that colony you dropped." As a sandstorm kicked up the MS started towards the base he was told to wait outside of. After arriving, it took about a hour of waiting patiently in the night before all heck broke loose. With little info mation about the sign he was suppose to wait on, he aimed down the machine guns sights ready to dispatch any who threaten his love, but the dom managed escape with minor damage without the death god showing himself. Thinking the dom was his dear the black MS moved to cover the doms retreat while remaining in shadows undetected. As the dom started to hover away, he sent it a message to it. Knowing he was to close to the base to send a video feed, instead he sent a text.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I thought you said you could get away without them noticing, Girl. But nevermind I will cover your retreat and we'll meet up at the pickup like planned. <br>(As the message fades away, a set of coordinates pops up of a location. Several miles away.)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 23:32:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto smiled up at William when he dumped the food onto the table for them. He looked over the stuff and rejoiced. There was a can of honest to god chunk chicken. "Oh yeah real meat!" he said also notcing a can of soda. "And real soda. Oh yeah this is the good stuff." he said snatching up both cans for himself. He'd wait a bit on opening the soda but the chunk chicken had a pull open lid. "Oh yeah I'm eating good tonight!" he said pulling out his messkit fork before digging into the white meat. Sure it was processed but compared to some of the meals they were getting this was gourment stuff to be had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 08:00:51</strong>
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				Irvine watched as Greene went about his business and sighed heavily. The Zaku tanks could easily get back to base on their own but he decided they would stay and watch over the damaged suits in case something went wrong. He made his way over to Greene's Zaku and then climbed out of the suit and made his way towards the other man. He was a fairly tall man wearing the Zeon uniform but over that he wore a long coat and had a peculiarly friendly smile etched onto his lips. "Hey there...you guys alright?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 21:29:53</strong>
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				Catrina sighed, she loathed to pull rank on people but unless she found out what was going on Lucille could be in danger, and now that Jillian had left her, she was the only person on this base that Lucille could count on, the thoughts of the time they spent with eachother, to how she was now was heartbreaking, neither the Zeon forces, or the Federation, or No-town, nobody could be trusted with Lucilles wellbeing, it was a sad state of affairs, and the words of Jillian kept plaguing her mind, was she really doubting deception and a threat to Lucille from her own side? She just didn't know, but the one thing she did know, she would do everything to protect her, she would not allow anyone to harm her.<br><br>"Very well Rachel, since you seem to not want to tell me what's going on, I geuss I'll have to take a extended leave due to exhaustion so I will not be battlefield ready, many lives will be put at risk without my expertise, but I just cannot leave Lucille in her current state, and will need to devote the entirity of my time to her care, since the medical staff are being unwilling to explain the situation to me as is my right as she is in my care, I do not want to put you out, but it will be bad on all of us if it was to get out that Lucille Zabi Washburn was suffering some kind of maltreatment that could have been avoided if the proper athority was kept involved, let alone due to one ace going rogue, the other needing to take an extended leave will hurt moral of the troops. But I geuss it cannot be avoided, you know scedules and all that."<br><br>lately, even Catrina had to admit that the way things were is becoming increasingly suspitious, and for someone as loyal as she was to Zeon to feel this way, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, she couldn't rely on anyone now, she was alone, the only thing in this entire base that cared for Lucille over her own neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 05:59:13</strong>
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				Jillian let out a sigh of relief when she saw the zeon forces fall back, though it wasn't long after that before she had sharpen her mind again, as a message rang through on her dom's comm. "What the hell? Who sent this?" If it was from the Zeon forces, they'd just chase after her and start shooting, and it sounded as though whoever sent this message had confused Jillian for some other woman. As suspicious as she was, Jillian found herself somewhat curious about who sent this message and what they wanted. In the best case scenario, she could even restock her Dom and get some supplies for her flight away from the Zeon base. As such, she was cautious as she headed towards the coordinates, and she most certainly didn't leave her Dom's cockpit until the mysterious message sender had revealed himself. <br><br>.................................<br><br>Isabel blinked a few times in surprise at the revelation that Will dropped on their heads, taking quite a while to process the fact that they weren't being called away to battle, or anything like that. "There's... no... emergency?" She took a seat on the couch, holding her hands together as she looked at the supplies that Will had stolen, as well as her fellow squadmate's excited reaction as Makoto began to dig in. "But... why?" The last month or so had been nothing but hell for Isabel, she wasn't able to calculate something like relaxation and self enjoyment at this point in time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 07:04:19</strong>
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				As surprised as Isabel that this emergency wasn't actually anything serious, Baxter went a bit quiet when William showed the team just what he had been up to. He had to admit, he was fairly impressed that Samson of all people would break military law like that, and as he picked up a can of sliced peaches, it felt good for the group to have a chance to step outside the bounds and enjoy itself. Unfortunately, it didn't last long enough, as Baxter took a seat and sighed, still holding onto the sealed can. "I'm sure we all appreciate this a lot, Captain, but it's not going to fix anything that's going on in our branch, and it's definitely not going to teach Command a lesson. So what are we waiting for to happen?" he asked bluntly, slowly peeling the lid back off the peaches so he could finally put some real food in his stomach. It was clear that he didn't want to just sit back and deal with this terrible situation anymore; he wanted to take action, especially against the higher-ups. Maybe even the Federation as a whole, but he kept that much hidden.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 18:10:52</strong>
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				It wasn't that Rachel didn't want to Tell the Lt. It was just she can't. When Catrina stated that she would take a leave of absence due to exhaustion. That was something Rachel could help Catrina with. Normally all leaves must be approved, however a medical leave took precedence, and Rachel had the authority to authorize one. "Come with me, Lt." Rachel stated as she walked over to a near by nurses station.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Greene turned towards the tanker that was approaching him. "Yeah, we're fine, Nothing more than a few bruises, and bruised egos. I have already contacted the base, and they are sending out MS haulers to pick us up." He stated as he slumped down on the Zaku's forearm. <br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>William let out a long relieved "Ahhhh" as he wiggled his toes in the moccasins. the fleece fabric felt so good on his sore feet. He looked at Isabel when she asked that this wasn't an actual emergency, and why. "Why not Izzy? Y'all worked hard for no gratitude. So I figured I would take matters into my own hands. Hell, I know it isn't a promotion or a pay increase, but it is little something I can do to show my gratitude." he explained as he leaned back and let his team pick through the spoils first, before he would. <br><br>He looked at Baxter when he spoke. Samson grimaced at his words. "Who says I am trying to Punish Command? I did this to reward y'all." William stated. "That fat tub of shit General ain't going to miss any of this. Hell, he had six pairs of these that were unopened." William stated as he raised his moccasin clad foot to the others. "There is still no concrete evidence that those up top knew that <em>she</em> was on that ship or that it was a hospital ship at all. Y'all saw it yourselves. That Zanzibar was not marked in anyway, shape, or form as being a hospital ship. They didn't even broadcast they were carrying non-coms. So if I am angry with anyone, it is who every would put a child on that ship during a battle." He stated a bit heatedly. It wasn't that he was angry at Price, It was just that incident was till a sore topic for William. <br><br>William looked around the room before he stood up. "I am sorry." He stated before he picked up his boots and left. He meant for this as way to thank his team for all their hard work and then he had to go and open his big mouth. He entered his room and shut the door before laying on his bunk and stared at the ceiling fan as it spun. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 23:50:21</strong>
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				Eric moved behind the doms path and guarded its back while they moved to the coordinates. Once he knew they weren't being followed, he broke off the trail and moved in a different way to the pickup spot but he got careless be being detected by the doms sensors which gave the pilot a small glimpse of his efreet nacht. After the long travel, the abandoned mining site was view. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The old mining outpost that the zeon abandoned when the federation pushed back with GMs. The site has two buildings, one being the barracks and the other is a hangar for the mining equipment. The site is not very big but just the size of a normal college campis. It is near a cluster of plateau's that have enough room between for three zakus to stand shoulder to shoulder. Each plateau has a mine shaft at the base of it, big enough a zaku can move around in it easily. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Once he arrived he will move to the hangar were supplies were stached for him and ashley to survive on until the pick up team comes in three days. Moving his efreet onto a mine shaft ridge overlooking the mining site and awaited the dom to arrive.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mine site Map</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1079.photobucket.com/albums/w520/PaladinZenaku/Map_zps50533c2a.jpg)</div></div>---------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Everyone on base knew something was wrong when a unexpected GAW transport touched down wearing emblems of Odessa base. As the large craft pulled into a hangar, Colonel Acar arrived in the hangar in a very bad mood. He knew what was going on and was very disspleased with the arrival of a MS team that wouldnt be under his command. When the doors started to open two MS-06F2 Zaku II Type F2 and a MS-05L Zaku I Sniper walked out of the belly of the GAW. As the suits stepped into the light, the zaku snipers emblem sparked up whispers through out the entire hangar. All about did Acar called in The Ace sniper nicknamed the Dragon Mistress, Ashley Minerva.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Emblem</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1079.photobucket.com/albums/w520/PaladinZenaku/dragon_crest_zpsbacb2068.jpg)</div></div>This just made Acar even more unpleasant with his new houseguest. After the three suits stepped into the respected MS docks, Acar ordered the zaku sniper pilots pressence in his office 'NOW'. With that he rode his jeep back to await the private briefing with the pilot. When the pilot showed up at his door he began questioning her about her orders. In which she handed him a folder that explained everything and made him alittle more uneasy. "I have direct orders from the Zabi family to hunt down the sniper that wounded Lucille." As she finished the sentence, she noticed he was getting even more madder. Then a smile came across her face as she added to her last statement. "I will bring him back here if you wish to use him for a public execution that would most surely increase your popularity with the higher ups."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 05:55:10</strong>
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				Jillian arrived at the mysterious coordinates with relatively acceptable speed, though she was sure to take her time and ensure that nobody was following her, and that she wasn't walking into some kind of trap. The curious redhead then cracked her cockpit and stepped out, looking around the hangar as she waited for her mysterious host to show him/herself. "Alright, what the hell is this?"<br><br>Once she found out that he was from the federation she wouldn't be in much of a listening mood, of course.<br><br>...........................<br><br>When William tried to leave, he'd feel a surprisingly firm hand on his shoulder, stopping him from going any further then just outside the tent. The chances were small that anybody in the room was expecting Isabel to be the one that stepped in for the sake of another person's emotions, but that was exactly what ended up happening as the slender black haired girl stood right behind him. "... You took a risk getting all this stuff, and now you're just going to leave?" She shook her head. "I don't know much about this sort of thing... The only thing I really know anything about is battle, killing... But... I think that you're feeling like how I feel. Alone. Like nobody can really understand you or what you're going through, so there's no point in talking."<br><br>She shook her head. "It's... scary, isn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 01:33:37</strong>
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				William stopped in the hallways just outside the Room the others were enjoying the spoils of his of Liberation when he felt the hand upon his shoulder. He let out a frustrated sigh as he expected it would be Makoto trying to tell him to relax, and simply let it go. However, when he heard Isabel behind him... That was the last person he expected to come after him. He didn't turn around as she spoke, just simply listened to her words. She was right, William felt alone. It would seem that Those Higher up were trying to hang him, and his team, out dry, and compounding this. He wasn't sure if his team trusted his judgement anymore. It felt like he had walked himself into a position that he didn't know how to get out of. When Isabel asked him if it was scary, he turned to her. "yes, Izzy. It is scary. I am scared that I lost everyone's trust. that I...lost your trust." He stated simply. That barrack hallway felt immeasurably huge. <br>&nbsp;<br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Acar glared at this woman standing in front of his Desk. He wasn't stupid, they wouldn't have sent her if High Command wasn't already doubting his abilities. Her offer was more of a taunt than anything to him. A reminder that he failed to secure Lucille's safety, and that he'll have to pay for it. Also her presence here was going to make the next phase of his plan that much harder to put into motion. "I already know who the sniper is." He growled. Hitting a few keys on his desk, a screen popped to life showing Unit one. the markings on the suit was clearly visible. "I have fought against this suit before. He is nothing more than a peasant. The fool sought to protect his teammates instead of finishing off the enemy. He'll die at my hands!" Acar declared. "You're coming here was a waste of time." He stated simply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 18:49:56</strong>
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				Eric was on watch for a few minutes before he spotted the dom. He let it get to the hangar before he started to move down to greet it. As Eric was entering the hangar he noticed the cockpit was open but the pilot wasnt Ashley. With out wasting any time he opened a com channel that allowed the dom pilot to see Eric, while he kept his MS out of sight until he knows he could trust the pilot. <br><br>"You are not who I expected. Let me know your name and I will consider sharing my supplies with you."<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131964.msg8096857#msg8096857">Quote from: Mac84 on 22-04-2013, 01:33:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I already know who the sniper is." He growled. Hitting a few keys on his desk, a screen popped to life showing Unit one. the markings on the suit was clearly visible. "I have fought against this suit before. He is nothing more than a peasant. The fool sought to protect his teammates instead of finishing off the enemy. He'll die at my hands!" Acar declared. "You're coming here was a waste of time." He stated simply. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>Ashley looked surpised as the image of a gundam popped up on the screen. She had heard rumors of the horned devils before and knew they would be fun to hunt. Knowing that her stay wasnt welcomed she stated. "Well if you are sure you could kill the pilot. I will take my leave then, Sir." Ashley knew that if she killed the sniper Acar would most surely lose his position of commander of this base but if he kills the sniper he would be safe for awhile. As ashley started to walk out the door she turned and asked, "Oh did my spotter land yet? He was suppose to be here a hour ahead of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 18:12:07</strong>
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				Isabel shook her head when he said that he had lost everybody's trust, specifically hers for whatever reason. "But... You haven't. I mean, what happened that day wasn't your fault." She took a small step towards him, her eyes showing more life then usual as she spoke in a higher voice. "I mean, if you need to feel better about your own mistakes, just look at mine. My actions were completely selfish, and they resulted in countless more deaths then yours, as well as the destruction of an entire city. Compared to that, the things that you did, when you were acting under orders and you were unaware of the truth..."<br><br>............................................<br><br>Jillian's gaze hardened as she turned towards the new guy, though she quickly slipped back in her seat and settled in while she looked over at him. "And who said I need any of your supplies, huh? If you NEED to know though, my name is Jillian Ashfeld, ex ace of Zeon. But I don't throw my weight in with their lot anymore." After that, her voice got more commanding. "And who are you supposed to be, huh? Don't tell me that our little introduction is going to be completely one sided."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 21:40:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto had been observing the goings on with his CO and the rest of the squad, but as William got up to leave Makoto was about to get it up to have a talk with him. It had seemed that by whatever happanstance Makoto had become the group's unofficial theapist. He was in the process of moving when Izzy beat him to the punch this time. He decided to sit back and let one of the other members of the team work with him, one who had been with the unit longer than he had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 16:17:20</strong>
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				Isabel didn't know how much her words helped Will. Particularly when she said that He hasn't lost her trust. He turned to face her completely. What he did next surprised him as it was completely out of character for him, and against regulations. However, Will was in a "Fuck-it-all" mood so he decided to go with it. he took Isabel in a warm embrace. "Thank you Izzy, You don't know how much that helps. that I haven't lost your trust." He whispers. He would hold her a moment or two before letting go. His cheeks a deep crimson. "Sorry about that. I...uh don't know what came over me." He said sheepishly. With a cough to clear his throat. Will looked at Izzy in her beautiful eyes. "But I don't want you talking about yourself like that, Izzy. You're a good person. it is like you said. We made mistakes. However, we shouldn't dwell on the past. We have to move forward. We're soldiers, and there are people counting on us to protect them. Also...you're not alone anymore. We are here for each other, Izzy. I am here for everyone...for you." William stated. Not considering how his actions and words can be taken.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The news that the woman would be leaving made Acar sneer in perceived victory. However when she asked about her Spotter, he cocked an eyebrow. "Reports are that the GAW was destroyed in mid-flight. Though there was no reports of Feddy Fighters in the area. Add to that I had a deserter take off in one of our Doms, I didn't have time to investigate. Are you Volunteering?" Acar asked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 20:00:57</strong>
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				Catrina nodded and followed Rachel into her office, getting the medical leave she needed, thanking her for her time, promising that she would not allow anything to happen to Lucille, the condition is that Catrina would otherwise be absolved of military duties, but her other duties, I.E. being Lucilles guardian were still in effect due to the cause of her medical leave would not affect her ability to work elsewhere. It was convinent due to more and more happening at base and Catrina did not like one bit of it. Also since she was alone for the forseeable future, she had to make sure she was aware. Once the paperwork was finished, Catrina returned to Lucilles room, intending to watch over the young girl. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 03:52:39</strong>
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				It wouldn't take Rachel very long to scribble out the paper work for the Medical leave of absence for Catrina. She cited Fatigue, and lingering aftereffects of the Radiation poisoning Catrina received when she first piloted a Dom Suit. It was a very plausible medical condition so Rachel had little to fear for repercussions. She gave Catrina sad smile as she promised that She would protect the young girl. Rachel hoped that Catrina could, but also doubted that she could do all that much considering that the Medical Chief was completely loyal to Acar.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 01:46:45</strong>
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				Ashley looked concerned as Acar told her of the GAW being destroyed. She already knew that was Eric's doing but she didn't know he was going to do that. After a few seconds she said little emotionally "I will investigate the GAWs destruction but I will need a spotter. I have a spare program disc for a zaku 2 so they dont need a special MS. Just try to give me some one you dont want in your hair or you want out of the picture. I will go prep my zaku sniper for the op. Oh, if I come across your deserter, I will make sure he wont be a pain in your side." <br><br>Ashley then saluted Acar and walked out of the office. She walked straight for the hangar for her zaku. Once she was inside the cockpit she sent a message to Eric "I have landed at the base and have heard of your GAW's destruction. It almost caused alot of tension here if it wasnt for some deserter stealing a dom. I will be able to leave in a hour or two. So how is your end."<br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>As the pilot spoke, Eric smiled and replied as his mobile suit walked into the moonlight to be seen, "You're right. I am Eric Robertson. A ex-zeon mobile suit test pilot of Odessa. Now you know my name, I think the only thing left is why I contacted you. Me and another pilot came here to assist Lucille for a old....favor we owe her. I hope you can help me and the other with our objective now you know why we are here." As he spoke he moved the efreet to a bay in the hangar and kneeled down. Eric added"Lets talk more outside of our MS's." As the cockpit hatch opened when a beep caught his attention. It was the message from Ashley. Eric quickly replied "Ok I know about the deserter because I thought she was you. Trying to befriend her to help us and we are at the meeting site. I really hope you can get out without needing me."<br><br>Eric exited the cockpit if jillian did the same, then he moved over to some chairs and sat down. "I just got a meesage from my friend saying what you did. She also said Acar is alittle steamed about it. Ha ha ha. But he would be even more pissed when he learns that mobile suit I have was meant to replace his gouf." Eric laughed trying to ease tensions between him and Jillian.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 19:00:33</strong>
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				It would be shortly after Will spoke his words to Izzy that two rather large Individuals approached with the "MP" arm badges that denoted them as Military Police. Will let out his breath, and sighed. "Well, It was fun while it lasted." he said to Izzy as if he already knew what was to come. "Excuse me, Captain. We need you to come with us." The Sargent said. "What for?" Will Replied, playing dumb. "Sir, someone broke into the Generals RV, and pilfered items." The Sargent stated. "And how does this relate to me?" Will asked, acting insulted that he was even under suspicion even though he was wearing the General's moccasins. "Sir, Security footage has you near the RV around the time of the crime was thought to have happened. We would like to ask you a few questions." The Sargent stated. "What about my Team?" Will asked. "Orders have already been relayed. Lt. Makoto will be assuming command of the 432nd until investigations are completed." The Sargent. "Alright, I'll come along." Will said as he flashed Izzy a sad smile. "Remember what I said. You're not alone anymore." He told her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Fine, I find you a spotter." Acar replied dismissively. Figuring he would send one of the recruits fresh out of training. He would rather risk one of them than a good pilot. recruits were a Dime-a-dozen, and here, he needed all the good pilots he could get. Though as Ashley mentioned that she would take care of his deserter. he couldn't help but smirk. "Good, See that you do." He replied as he swiveled around in his chair. Not even bothering to return her salute. <br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>(A Couple of Days later.)<br><br>Outpost 23-R has gone dark. 432nd F-MS Team is to investigate. Outpost 23-R is approximately 2 days walk from main Federation HQ, and is a Listening station. Armament: GM-G Type x2, Guncannon-Ground type x1, Several APCs <br><br>Time: Dusk<br><br>Weather: High winds, Chances for severe Sandstorms: 63%
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 20:45:02</strong>
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				Isabel blinked a few times in surprise, stiffening up when she was suddenly hugged. Despite that though, it was only a few moments before she relaxed and started to ease into it a little bit. "I... I suppose so..." She wasn't sure how to explain it, but her chest felt warm from the way that Will spoke to her, and regarded her. That, however, would pass after a couple of moments when a couple of security guards came over and accused him of stealing the general's stuff. In this position, Isabel knew full well that it was basically impossible for him to get out of his current dilemma, so she simply stood to the side and gave him a sympathetic look. "... Come back soon, sir." With that she'd back off, not wanting to cause more trouble for their team.<br><br>.............................................<br><br>When he dismounted, a few alarm bells rang off in the back of Jillian's mind. Nevertheless, she decided to play nice for the time being and dismount as well. When he spoke, Jillian rolled her eyes softly at his attempt to break the ice with her, saying how she was able to royally piss off Acar with her defection. "That power hungry son of a bitch would flip his shit if his morning coffee had too much cream in it, what else is new?" She was willing to hear him out at the very least, but she highly doubted that this meeting was going to get anywhere. Then again, it wasn't like she had any kind of plan on where to go or what to do, now that she thought about it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 22:07:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto himself was actually enjoying the rations Will had managed to sneak from General Asshole's private stash when the MPs showed up. <em>On of the best damn meals I've had in ages and the cops have to show up."</em> he thought as he quickly stashed them and went to investigate. It seemed William had gotton in trouble for stealing the stuff and now Makoto felt kinda guilty but he stood along with the others as they began to cart him away. Though they were giving him command of the 432nd in William's absence all because he was the ranking officer. "Don't worry skipper I'll hold the fort while you're away." he said giving William a salute.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 22:50:35</strong>
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				Baxter was alone in the hanger. He sat in the cockpit of the GM he was to use in the upcoming deployment, testing the instruments and writing down all of the important measures in his notebook. It wasn't only useful to know what the enemies' mobile suits were capable of, but your own as well. After all, knowing the response time of the motors in your blade arm, the maximum speed of the swing, and the stopping distance could be the difference between winning a battle and losing your life. A lot of pilots preferred to just do all of that by instinct and let the engineers handle all the little details, but he didn't see any harm in it, so long as he had the time.<br><br>It had been a couple days since William had been detained by the MPs for the investigation of the stolen goods. That meant they were a gun short and the less experienced Makoto was in charge, yet they were already being sent back out into the field. Maybe he should have been more angry, but Baxter had bigger issues with the Federation than them arresting a man who had undertaken the risk to break the rules. At least it meant William would be able to cool his head for a couple days and clear up his emotional backlog. He was probably too unstable for a commanding position at the moment. Not that Baxter thought himself much better. He just had less responsibilities.<br><br>With his measurements taken, Baxter reset the suit and started the whole process over again to double-check his data. Might save his life if he ever found himself as an enemy of the Federation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 20:37:07</strong>
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				Irvine was looking over his Zaku Tank with amusement as he listened to his squad members argue over who was the greater ace Anavel Gato or Char Aznable. Honestly he didn't care which of the two it was considering his current assignment was here under Acar. "Hey you guys give it a rest will ya?" he shouted to the two who were arguing. Both saluted "Yes sir lieutenant!" they shouted before getting back to work on their own Zaku Tanks. <br><br>"Kids" Irvine muttered as he shook his head. His squadron was definitely good at what they did and that was run recon and raid supply convoys whenever they found them. He was certain that one day that either Acar would have him do something else or that the federation would insist on their destruction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 07:01:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Makoto sighed as he walked in the MS hanger in time to catch Baxter runnning a check on his suit. He decided to have a chat with the other man. Climbing up the gantry to the cockpit's level he walked up to it. "Hey Baxter you got a minute I wanna talk with you for a bit?" he asked him as he knelt next to the machines open hatch. He didn't want to go into a potenial battle with his team not trusting him and he wanted to clear up and bad feelings that might have been between him and Baxter since the events a couple of weeks ago.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 01:38:50</strong>
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				When Ashley recieved word that the spotters mobile suit was 2 hours from being ready, she began to move towards her secondary objective, confirmation on Luciile's statis. As Ashley strode into the medbay she looked for the head docter or nurse but only spotted a minor nurse filling out paperwork for a female soldier. Ashley moved towards the nurse and said "I cant seem to find the head docter around here so maybe you could help me. I am under direct orders from Zabi family to confirm the statis on Lucille Washburn. You are to take me to her." Once she finished she showed the nurse her orders and turned towards the soldier the nurse was talking to and said "I am sorry to borrow the nurse from.....you. Well its a suprise to see you here Miss Serentelli. I never would have thought of seeing another noble here other than lucille. Hope everthing is alright?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 06:27:29</strong>
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				Baxter's note-taking concentration was broken as he heard a voice address him. Looking up, he saw Makoto kneeling just outside of his cockpit and realized that his new commanding officer had climbed all the way up without him noticing. He gave small nod to the sniper's request, setting his notebook aside. "Sure, I can talk." Weirdly enough, he had barely talked to the man in the couple weeks since that fateful mission, and while he may have had some level of dislike for him at the time, he didn't really see anything wrong with him now. Now, he saw Makoto and Isabel and even William as pawns in the same Federation and Zeon mindgames as he was. Something he hoped to fix.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 11:07:23</strong>
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				When the other woman arrived Catrina chose that it would be best to bide her time and listen to what she wanted, she was unsure exactly of who this woman was, but she appeared to be asking for Lucille as well. But once she mentioned that she was a Zabi noble. It triggered a suspition how did she know she was nobility and when did she arrive on base?<br><br>"Good afternoon, and I wish things were so well, after the death of Ms grooms Lucilles caretaker on base I took authority for her care as a Zabi noble, but the Acar has been stopping me at every turn to fufill my capacity... I was the one who rescued her from the attack on the medical ship. It wasn't pretty... Even now the Acar and the head doctor are being stubborn about me fulfilling my capacity as her temporary guardian. I am getting worried about it all truth be told... She then realized the nurse was still present. "Do not worry about her Miss, this woman is trustworthy and as loyal to Zeon as any other, I just do not with to get her involved if I can help it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 03:59:13</strong>
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				Ashley listened carefully as Catrina spoke about Acar not allowing Lucille's new guardian to stay with her. Ashley spoke up and said, "Well that isn't good. If what you say is true, something might be happening that Acar doesn't want people to know about. If what I am thinking is correct, I might need you to help me. Oh I didn't introduce myself, I am Ashley Minerva. And if you wish when this nurse takes me to see Lucille you could tag along." Ashley then preceeded to wait for the nurse to finish what she needs to do.<br>______________________________________________<br><br>Eric stopped laughing when he notice his attempt had failed in easing the mood. He began to tell the pilot what she would like to hear "Me and my patner are here to find the statis on Lucille. If she isnt getting the care she needs under Acars....watch. We are to take her to somebody who can help. I am right now awaiting a message from Ash...my patner on her condition whether we are really needed or not. The reason I am telling you this is to ask if you can help if we need to rescue lucille, if not I will be glad to restock you and you can leave whenever you want. So will you help?" Eric extended his hand to Jillian so if she wanted to help she could shake his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 04:14:58</strong>
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				Seeing the Orders from Minerva, The Nurse quickly took them, and began to run them through the Authentication system on the computer. If what she says is true, not even colonel Acar can deny access to Lucille's room. The report returns quickly as it is shown legitimate. The Nurse nods, and looks to Ashley. "You're orders have been authenticated. Please follow me." She stated as she grabbed a clipboard, and proceeds to walk down the hall.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 02:27:48</strong>
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				As the nurse begins to walk down the hall Ashley turns to Catrina and says "You coming, Miss Serentelli?" She then turns back around and starts following the nurse to Lucille's room. If Catrina does follow, Ashley smiles and says "Took you long enough. Remember my orders can only get us to see Lucille for at least half an hour. Sadly no longer than that." Ashley then asked the nurse a question "Once we get to Lucille, could you tell me using your medical opinion on how she is and being treated?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 02:12:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto nodded his head to Baxter. "Well I wanted to talk about what happened during the last mission we were on. I know you and I didn't get off to the right foot concerning anything so I wanted to sit and talk with you about clearing the air." he said to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>28-07-2013, 00:28:52</strong>
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				Carina listened to what the pair were speaking about, she was unsure of what this woman was doing she certainly seemed to have high clearance for her station. "Well it's certainly a pleasure. I would certainly appreciate the opportunity to see Lucille" Catrina gave a curtious bow then waited for the nurse and Ashley to take the lead towards her room. Her sense of dread growing with what Jillian was speaking of earlier that day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>28-07-2013, 01:45:44</strong>
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				The two women were led a deserted corridor to a room where there stood two fully armed Zeon troopers with Carbines. When the one saw them coming he instantly moved in front of the door."I'm sorry but only Colonel Acar, and the Chief Surgeon are around in this room." he stated. "Move aside. This woman has direct orders from the Zabi family to check on the condition of Miss Washburn." Rachel stated sternly as she held the authenticated orders before the Soldier. His eyes scanned the document before his jaw tightened. "My apologies, go right on in." He said as he stepped aside. Letting the three women pass. <br><br>Inside was dark with a single light shining over the only occupied bed in the room. the sound of monitoring equipment could be heard beeping, booping, and chirping. in the bed, its sole occupant lay there with an oxygen mask attached to her face. the blanket slowly raising and lowering as she breathed. She was in an induced coma for the pain she would endure if she were awake. It was obvious that they were only taking cursory care of the small child. her burns weren't even close to where they should be had she been given the proper treatment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 18:32:52</strong>
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				Ashley followed the nurse down a dark hallway to the two guards. When the group of women was let inside the room, Ashley walked inside pulling a small camera out off her back pocket and began to record. She taped everything that showed Lucille wasn't getting the treatment she needed which the medbay did have supplies to help. After she had everything taped Ashley put the camera up and talked to Catrina. "I know you are angered about seeing her this way and you want to do something to help....I am going to do just that but I need help. If you want to help, I will be waiting in the hangar for your answer. I will leave you two alone now." <br><br>Ashley then turned and walked out the door going straight for the communications room, where she requested a channel open up to Odessa. Once the link was established she moved to a private room where she could give her debriefing without any wondering ears could hear. After the debrief she sent the footage to the commander and told him to get that to the Zabi family immediately. With that said, Ashley left the comms center and went to the hangar. Once there she climbed into her zaku and sent a message to Eric. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I have seen Lucille and we are needed. We might be getting more help from another named Catrina Serentelli. She is right now deciding to help or not. Oh what of the deserter?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 19:59:53</strong>
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				Baxter was curious as Makoto spoke to him. He was saying he wanted to clear the air, but hadn't made it apparent what they had to clear the air about, whether it was his own actions or Baxter's that needed talking about. After all, he had been there when Baxter pulled his gun on William... "That might be a good idea. We need to have full trust in each other if we're going as far out as this next mission is taking us."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 07:53:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Makoto nodded his head to Baxter's words. "Yes I think the same thing as well." he said before looking at how to choose his next words. "I'll be honest with you Baxter this is my first actual command. I know it's not the best thing I could say but I wanted it stated anyway so that nothing his held back so to speak. Also truth be told I'm a little nervous about this assignment considering the things that happened a few weeks ago with William and all. I want to know what your opinions are and where you stand as far us is concerned?" he said to him. Makoto knew that Baxter wasn't a die hard like himself that he had his movtivations for what he did but he wanted to know that despite what the federation did Makoto would support him so long as he held true thier friendship. Or at least if they could get that far. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>05-08-2013, 17:50:12</strong>
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				Baxter nodded along to Makoto's sentiments, sympathizing with his situation. It was rough to take on command so suddenly, but not being trained for it at all was probably against some military regulation somewhere. It was hard enough for William, a man with officer training, to lead the team when command seemed to be trying to turn them into martyrs. "I have no problem with you, Makoto," Baxter assured him, though he wasn't surprised that the man might have thought otherwise. He'd been cold this past week. "I just want to bring an end to this war and stop the Principality and the Federation from causing any more harm, whichever side that means I have to be on. As far as I've seen, neither is any better than the other, and I would know better than anyone."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>05-08-2013, 20:40:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto nodded his head listening to Baxter. It was good to know that at least the other man didn't hold any ill-will toward. That at least he could count on Baxter's support for the mission. "I understand what you are saying better than anyone about ending this war. As we both have seen neither the Federation or Zeon are any better than each other. But that doesn't mean I won't stop fighting. My job as a soldier is to fight. But what I fight for and the reasons I fight are my own. In this whole mess there's been one group of people that have been completely forgotton about by both sides and that's the people themselves. They are the ones I fight for." he said to him. On some basic level both men were roughly the same person. Both were passionate about what they saw as a great injustice. The biggest case in point for Makoto was back in the cantina a couple of weeks ago where Makoto had shot out a tv to get a bar full of angry patrons attention after they had made some snide comments about vigilante justice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 17:47:09</strong>
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				"I couldn't agree more," Baxter told him, starting to smile a bit. Odd as it was, Makoto seemed to be the one here that Baxter had the most in common with, or at least the one he could trust the most. The man was straightforward and easy to read, whereas the other two members of their team were unstable at best. Not that he didn't trust William or Isabel at all, but you could never tell when something was going to go wrong with either of them. The sharpshooter didn't seem to let much get in the way of fulfilling his duty as a soldier and as a servant of the people, which was a respectable quality. "I haven't seen eye-to-eye with the Federation very often since I came to it, but if we can do our jobs without compromising our ideals, I'll try to be as helpful as I can."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 21:44:40</strong>
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				After the sight of Lucille was shown to Catrina she felt herself become insensed, she wanted to just pull out her pistol, kill everyone in the building and get the poor girl out of here. But she knew better, she knew that she would have nowhere to go if that happened. But this woman seemed to have a plan, and connections, she might be able to pull it off. Even if it meant Catrina would meet her death in the process she hardened herself that she would do anything for Lucille.<br><br>After they left the room. Catrina went completely aloof, walking off in a different direction from the others and became unreachable. She wanted to prepare herself for what was to come.<br><br>After roughly 15 miniutes inside the cockpit Ashley would get a encoded message sent directly from the base.<br><br>"I'm in, just give me the word."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaladinZenaku</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 18:18:09</strong>
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				As the message popped up in her cockpit, she let out a smile as she replied "Good. First we would have to meet up with the others before we can start. Talk to Acar about helping me with my objective and he should allow you to be my spotter. We will talk more outside the base." Ashley leaned back in her pilots chair and waited the news of her new spotter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood and Ideals</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 01:30:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;Makoto nodded his head to Baxter as he listened to the man speak. He could see the smile coming to his face as he spoke. It seemed that between the two of them they shared the same point of view on the situation. "I'll admit that I myself haven't exactly seen eye-to-eye with what the Federation has done either, but then again I'm just a soldier." he said wit ha shrug of his shoulders. "My job's to fight for those who can't fight for themselves and I'll do that job till I die." he said. Like Baxter had thought Makoto was straightforward and easy to read. His loyalties were to the ideals of what the federation stood for and not the people who held the office. He looked at his watch before sighing. "Whatever you're doing here hurry finish it up we're moving out in thirty minutes." he said before moving away from the cockpit to prepare his own machine. 
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