U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)
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				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 04:17:55</strong>
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				<strong>November, year 0084 of the Universal Century, somewhere around Mars:</strong><br><br>"Sieg Zeon!" Seriline Quovorem called, leading the crew stationed on the bridge of the <em>Oberon</em> in the typical salute following Kellyeit Zabi's speech.&nbsp; This was it, the big moment, when they would finally stop harassing Titan forces in the Asteroid belt and launch their first assault on the Federation.&nbsp; Seri left her place beside Admiral Zabi prep her mobile suit in the launch bay while Kellyeit opened an audio/visual link with all EFSF ships in the area.&nbsp; After powering the high-performance mobile suit on, Seri opened a comm channel to listen to her commander's announcement:<br><br>Kellyeit Zabi cleared her throat delicately.&nbsp; She was tall and slender like her half-sister, with hair just as red, though her face wasn't as sharp.&nbsp; The communications officer on the bridge created an open channel, and Kellyeit began:&nbsp; "Attention Federation dogs!&nbsp; This is Admiral Kellyeit Zabi, commanding officer of the <em>Oberon</em>, leader of the Zeon-Zabi Front.&nbsp; In the name of my late father, Degwin Sodo Zabi, the remaining forces of the Principality of Zeon officially declare war on the people of Earth."&nbsp; Kellyeit concluded her message and cut the feed, transferring to a private channel between her and her right-hand.&nbsp; "Seri?&nbsp; Please ready a Gelgoog squadron to accompany you and prepare for launch."<br><br>"Yes, ma'am.&nbsp; Preparing for launch."&nbsp; She readied her own suit, a custom Kampfer, to sortie alongside the Gelgoogs.&nbsp; Her Kampfer had more heavier armor than the mass-produced version of the high-performance suit, but the sacrifice in mobility was balanced out by larger verniers, along with a set of rear-mounted fuel-tanks and a secondary power plant.&nbsp; The higher output combined with advanced maneuver ability the tanks allowed for provided enough power to her suit to not only account for the stronger verniers, but also allowed for it to be armed with an experimental beam shotrifle powered directly by the suit's generators.&nbsp; Seri leaned back in the cockpit as she waited for the go-ahead to launch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 03:53:37</strong>
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				"Jesus shit, are they serious?" Titan pilot Garth Dennen crowed loudly as the Zeon broadcast reverberated throughout the dilapidated <em>Columbus</em>-class <em>Kennedy</em>. It felt like the ship's speakers could make the thing fall apart. "Zeon's dead. We kicked their asses permanently five years ago!"<br><br>Aurelia mumbled something particularly sacrilegious under her breath. "Shut up, Garth." The huge man seemed to be impervious to insults, opposing viewpoints, and showers, so she had taken to saying nothing but those three words to him unless they were in combat. Not that there had been much of that lately - Zeon had been generally silenced since the Delaz Fleet incident, apart from a few minor terrorist incidents. The Titans had swiftly become <em>very</em> good at their job, which was violent oppression. Aurelia not-so-secretly cursed the Nazi-SS-like mandate they seemed to have... and that's why she was here, now, on the first ship she had ever been assigned to, one that had never been refitted and barely repaired, and was populated by men loyal enough to be called Titans but incompetent enough to be assigned to this poor old rustbucket.<br><br>The ship did have a captain, but he was similar in stature to her ridiculous flight team. It fell to Aurelia to make any response, take any action, and despite being ranked lower than the Titan captain, he took her orders. She stalked over to the communications station, shooed the young girl out of the seat, and plopped down.<br><br>"Listen, you jokers... don't you think we've all had enough of the "sieg Zeon" nonsense? Don't you have anything better to do than fly out here to Mars and pretend you're threatening? I don't see Axis anywhere around here, so how about you can it, we call it a day, and go our separate ways, yeah?" Her tone seemed to melt with sarcasm and impatience, as there was nothing else to do but masturbate furiously with an assignment like this one. A retarded crew, an insane group of upstart Zeon wannabes... could this day get worse?
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				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 22:43:42</strong>
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				Seriline could not see the enemy, but could hear the exchange over her connection to the bridge.&nbsp; She wrinkled her nose at the insult to Zeon, but kept her peace, allowing the diplomacy to be handled by the diplomats.<br><br>Rage boiled up in Kellyeit at the officer's dismissive tone.&nbsp; Having been born a bastard, she was well-accustomed to having her legitimacy called into question, though it did not mean she enjoyed it.&nbsp; "We may not be numerous, but we are still a very real part of the Zeon army!"&nbsp; Kellyeit answered, quelling he beast within her.&nbsp; Kellyeit tensed before continuing her speech.&nbsp; "War is on the Federation, whether you Titans like it or not.&nbsp; Our scanners say you've got only a single ship with you, a frieghter by the look of it, while we field a force one quarter the size of the army at A Baoa Qu and a fleet to rival that of the pretender Aiguille Delaz.&nbsp; Don't believe us?"&nbsp; Kellyeit smiled slyly and paused as if to give the Federation a moment to consider the rhetorical question before continuing: "Then allow us a demonstration."<br><br>Kellyeit kept the Federation channel open but in the <em>Oberon's</em> docking bay Seriline, recognizing the pause as her signal, lead her squadron in the launch sequence, beginning by docking on to the launch catapult, and ending with her suit flying clear of the <em>Gwazine</em>-class carrier and out into space.<br><br>"Of course, the Principality of Zeon has demands prepared, if the Federation would like to offer it's surrender before the need for bloodshed," the daughter of Degwin Zabi continued.&nbsp; "However, it would be so unlike Admiral Jamitov to take action until long after it becomes a necessity.&nbsp; As a result, we are also prepared to return hostages taken during raids on Federation space- What, you thought they just disappeared?- if our demands our met... or to execute them if they are not."&nbsp; Kellyeit allowed the camera linked to the communications channel to zoom out to show eleven frightened-looking Federation pilots.&nbsp; She smiled, knowing what the Titan's decision would be and, thus, the fate of the eleven men.
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				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 08:08:33</strong>
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				"Don't call me a Titan," Aurelia mumbled violently.<br><br>The ops officer starter grumbling, gradually upgrading to a gibber, and finally a squawk. "C-commander Carpathia... they aren't lying... the sensors are going berserk! Dozens, maybe hundreds of contacts! We have to get out of here!"<br><br>Swearing to herself, Aurelia muted the comm, taking advantage of the weak gravity and kicking out of the seat, rebounding off the ceiling and landing next to the quivering officer. She slapped him, openhanded, but hard. "Calm yourself, Titan." Her words dripped with scorn, and the other men in the room all tensed up, a few half-rising from their seats.<br><br>"Don't forget your place," the ineffective captain yelled. "You're not a Titan! We outrank you!" The withering glare from Aurelia silenced him immediately. Aurelia was known among the EFSF for her long, storied service since the OYW. She was one of the Federation's "mega-aces," regarded highly along with names like Amuro Ray, Yazan Gable, and others. These "mega-aces" had survived the OYW, and apart from Amuro, had made themselves indispensable to the Federation in the years since for their experience and absurd longevity. Amuro hadn't joined the Titans, and was put under house arrest - though this was partly due to his strong psychic powers. Aurelia was not a psychic threat, and had more experience than Amuro, so the brass hadn't wanted to take her off duty. Still, a post like this was just as bad... especially when it resulted in confronting a second Delaz Fleet essentially on her own.<br><br>Swallowing uncertainly, she returned to the comm. "I don't have the authority to surrender to you, Zeke, nor would I. Even if you make it past us to Earth, you'll be squished like the bugs you are when you get there." She gritted her teeth. This situation had suddenly become violently impossible... there were no options, much less good ones. All she could do was wing it, and hope for the best. "If you can prove to me that the hostages are really alive and that you're not just playing me a video, I'd be willing to send a report on the situation to my superiors, and await their word. Understand: I have no bargaining ability."<br><br>Aurelia felt a bead of sweat forming on her forehead...
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				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 01:20:30</strong>
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				Kellyeit laughed derisively.&nbsp; "How about I simply say you aren't watching a video?&nbsp; Oh, but you could still need confirmation about your soldiers."&nbsp; Kellyeit gestured to at a crew member wearing a full flight-suit, then to one of the soldiers in the middle of the line.&nbsp; The crewman brings the chosen soldier somewhere off screen as the remaining Federation soldiers are visibly disturbed.&nbsp; "There.&nbsp; He's gone out the airlock.&nbsp; Check your radars if you need further proof.&nbsp; Too, too bad.&nbsp; He was a brave soldier, maybe, since he couldn't scream out in space."<br><br>Kellyeit paused to collect herself.&nbsp; She'd never ordered a killing before... they'd captured all the pilots they could.&nbsp; She took a deep breath.&nbsp; "Where was I?&nbsp; Ah yes.&nbsp; We have here <em>ten</em> maybe-brave Federation soldiers, and a fleet of Zeon soldiers who are just dying to find out just how brave they can be.&nbsp; But to again prove that we Zeon are not wholly unreasonable, allow us to show our good faith: All squadrons withdraw."<br><br>And indeed all squadrons did withdraw, except for Seriline and her hand-picked Gelgoogs.&nbsp; The Ace's suit drifted listlessly as she waited patiently, her hand quivering over the throttle.&nbsp; Perhaps patiently was the wrong word.&nbsp; After all, every Zeon ace had a nickname appropriate to their fighting style, and Kellyeit's "Iron Wolf" was no different: she preferred to dash in and out with crippling attacks, then following at a distance any that manage to escape, attacking their nerves as much as their mobile suit.&nbsp; But, like any hungry wolf, Seriline's patience only lasted so long, and she was getting hungrier by the minute.&nbsp; She sat, waiting for Kellyeit to give her the order.
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				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 02:05:05</strong>
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				"Motherfu-" was all the Zeon received in immediate response, as Aurelia began her outburst while removing her finger from the comm. "-ckers!" The entire bridge crew recoiled from Aurelia's boiling rage. "I'll give those assholes a nice hard load of <em>good faith.</em>" She found she was standing now, fists bundled on the console. She sat again, keying the comm. "I see Zeon hasn't changed in five years. Did you not understand me when I said I can't bargain with you? Your murder only <em>pisses me off.</em>" Aurelia felt quite strongly that the time for bluffing had come and gone before anyone had noticed it was there. "What the hell do you think you're going to accomplish here? I suppose you've become a sociopath in your years away. Or maybe you always were one. No better than the rat Zabis that came before you! You can threaten us, kill your prisoners, kill <em>us</em> and nothing will change. You'll be an ineffectual relic of a foolish, defeated monarchy of lunatics!"<br><br>Aurelia had never felt much animosity towards Zeon in general. Indeed, she had often felt that, apart from British, they had the moral high ground. The leadership of Zeon, however... Zabi or not, they had nearly all seemed to be completely insane. Gihren, Kycilia, M'Quve, Cima Garahau... It was a long line, and at this moment, Aurelia felt she was faced with the new iteration of whatever it was that infected the Zeon leadership. She didn't know who this person was, though she claimed to be a Zabi... and that was enough. The gloves were off, and Aurelia felt she had no options other than trying to infuriate this person into making a mistake that would allow her crew to survive.<br><br>"Call home. Send them everything we know. Tell them to send everything they can possibly spare." The bridge crew all stared at her, none of them without fear. "Get the suits ready. We may have no choice but to fight."
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				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 15:05:51</strong>
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				Kellyeit sighed.&nbsp; Good leaders needed to perform acts of necessary evil to further their cause, the <em>Zeon</em> cause.&nbsp; Being called a sociopath had flustered her a bit, too.&nbsp; Kellyeit had always thought herself different from her brothers and sister: they pursued their own ambitions.&nbsp; She did what she had to to rebuild Zeon, and now this soldier, barely able to wipe the snot from her own nose, was questiong her morals?&nbsp; Seriline would know what to say to make Kellyeit feel better as the years spent hiding in the belt had made the two close confidants.&nbsp; She drummed her fingers on her chair before continuing.&nbsp; "The Principality of Zeon will wait patiently for your response," Kellyeit called back, before killing the line completely.<br><br>She switched to Seriline's channel.&nbsp; "Seri, I'm sorry to keep you waiting.&nbsp; You'll see combat soon enough."&nbsp; Kellyeit had considered asking if she had been out of line, but didn't want her star ace distracted before such an important undertaking.<br><br>"Yes, Madame Zabi.&nbsp; Thank you."&nbsp; Seriline could tell her commander was upset, but left it alone.&nbsp; Her focus was the Federation ship she was slowly drifting towards.&nbsp; The ace ignited her thrusters and readied one of her Kampfer's massive bazookas, waiting for Kellyeit's go-ahead.
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				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 04:22:16</strong>
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				Aurelia had just condemned ten men to death. Probably.<br><br><em>Ten minutes ago:</em><br><br>"Goddamnit, hurry it up!' Aurelia yelled from the cockpit of her GM Sniper II, though it no longer resembled that suit. It had received so many replacement parts and armor over five years that it didn't have the hope of looking anything like it started, what with the SPII being a limited run in the first place. The <em>Kennedy</em> had held quite a few <em>Saberfish</em> fighters back in the war, but it could barely hold the four mobile suits it now carried. Despite her suit being the oldest of the flight, with her wingmen sporting brand new GM Quel Titan Customs, her suit still outclassed theirs impossibly. And that, of course, didn't take piloting skill into account. Aurelia had no illusions about coming out of this alive, but maybe they could let the <em>Kennedy</em> get away by attacking first.<br><br>Quels were nice suits in terms of low visibility, but Aurelia's <em>California Kite</em>, named in honor of her Ace name earned early in the War, was essentially invisible. She went out first, moving with only thrusters to keep her visibility at zero as she moved into position. She'd only have one shot at this. Raising her sniper cannon, she growled as she saw the readout. The fleet was plainly in sight now, whereas the <em>Kennedy</em> barely registered it at full sensor spread. <em>Fucking ancient technology...</em> The <em>Gwazine</em> was easy to see, blood red in the dark sky, flanked on both sides by what was definitely a Delaz class fleet. Aurelia wiped her moist brow before peering into the sniper scope.<br><br>"As soon as I fire, move your ass, <em>Kennedy.</em>"<br><br>"Commander, you'll be killed! Our other pilots-"<br><br>"Forget about them! Forget about me! There's a few dozen of you on board, and only four of us. Good of the many and all that shit. Your only hope is to get the hell <em>away from here</em> while we hold them back, if we even can, and pray your goddamn shoes off that homebase took us seriously and sent someone that can meet up with you before they catch up again. Obey!"<br><br>"Copy, Commander..." The voice was so empty, so dejected. All pretense of personal status stripped away when faced with death, the Titans on board knew what was happening. They knew she was dying for them, and they appreciated it... but they still weren't confident it would be enough to get away.<br><br>Neither was she.<br><br>Taking final aim on the bridge of the <em>Gwazine,</em> she fired a fully-charged persistent beam - the kind that could cut a colony right in half given a sustainable power source. It would also give away her <em>exact</em> position.<br><br>Aurelia had just condemned ten men to death. Probably.
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				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 05:31:17</strong>
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				Seriline's sensors picked up the GMs as they deployed from the rust-bucket that the Titans were calling a "ship."&nbsp; Without waiting for her commander's go-ahead, she fired orders at her six hand-picked Gelgoog pilots, her pack.<br><br>"Leler, Arburen, Ackr and Nyr, follow the ship.&nbsp; Ryan and Wharl, with me on the suits."&nbsp; As an after-thought, she keyed the line to the <em>Oberon</em>.&nbsp; "Madame Zabi, I advise you deploy a rear line of defense."&nbsp; Seriline killed the comm after, now only communicating with her unit.<br><br>Seriline stalled for only a moment.&nbsp; The moment cost her, though, as she watched a shot fired from one of the Federation suits streak past her squad.&nbsp; The beam tore through a group of Gelgoogs and the <em>Musai</em> they were launching from, punching a massive hole in the battleship's bow.&nbsp; It continued on to the <em>Oberon</em>, but having lost a large portion of its energy on its way through the ship before it, the beam only managed a small hole in the hull of the flagship's aft quarter.&nbsp; Seriline watched the hole seal up, leaving the <em>Oberon</em> operational, though their trek to Earth would be much longer.&nbsp; The <em>Musai</em>, on the other hand... Well, they would do their best to rescue soldiers still on board, but the ship was dead in space.<br><br>Seriline angrily turned on the small Federation team, leaning heavily on the Kampfer's throttle.&nbsp; Her soldiers followed suit, but the Kampfer's acceleration far outstripped that of the Gelgoog's, and she quickly closed in on the GM squad.&nbsp; When she had covered half the distance, Seriline had noticed that one of the GMs looked different from the others, and actually managed a smile when she realized what it meant.<br><br>"Leave the Ace to me," she said, killing all communications afterwards.&nbsp; She didn't want any distractions.&nbsp; As Kellyeit's pet Ace, she had proven herself time and again common enemy patrols, but she hadn't yet had the opportunity to cut her teeth on another Ace.&nbsp; She was about a quarter of the way away now, and opened fire on the enemy group, firing the bazooka twice before easing back on the throttle, and careening passed the GMs.
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				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 04:28:36</strong>
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				On any other carrier, there would have been spare canisters for the sniper cannon. Of course, the <em>Kennedy</em> was only stocked in standard arms, and so Aurelia had been stuck with the e-pac she had brought with her. At a closer distance, she would have been able to split the <em>Gwazine</em> in two, even through a <em>Musai</em>, but if she had been closer, they would have seen her. The damage was done, though, and Aurelia suspected that the fleet's advance on Earth had just been delayed by weeks, if not months. Maybe that was enough for the Federation to prepare, but you never could tell with that incredible bureaucracy...<br><br>A flight of suits almost twice the size of hers was closing in, fast. "Garth and Stenn, do your best against those one splitting off. They're going after the <em>Kennedy</em>, and we've got to let them get away!" The two broke off, leaving her with one wingman, Harl. He was green, and Aurelia expected him to die here. Of course, she expected them all to die, but he would almost certainly go first. <br><br>Checking her ammunition, she still had one standard shot's worth left in her cannon. She turned, leveling it at the left Zeke wingman and firing it as soon as she had a lock, immediately throwing the now-useless gun at the right wingman. The suit in the middle was a Kaempfer, the peak of Zeon engineering before they were finally defeated. After five years, it was sure to have been improved, and almost certainly piloted by an ace, so Aurelia took no chances wasting such gambits on that one. It loosed a couple rockets, which breezed past her, easily avoided. Aurelia pulled her beam long rifle and fired after it.<br><br><em>God help us.</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 05:50:53</strong>
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				Odelo Wharl did not have a chance.&nbsp; The beam tore through the Gelgoog despite its attempt to shield himself from it, vaporizing the suit in an instant.&nbsp; If Seriline had bothered to leave her comm on, she would have heard him scream.&nbsp; As it was, all she could do was push her suit harder and thank God there wasn't a Mrs. Wharl.<br><br>The rockets equipped to Zeon's Kampfer had adjustable timers, causing them to explode even if they didn't hit the target: the explosions wouldn't cause significant damage to a mobile suit, though they would knock it around quite a bit.&nbsp; As a result, Seriline hadn't had a perfect lock on the suit, but she didn't need one.&nbsp; The first rocket whistled past and denoated harmlessly behind the pair, but her timing with the second had been right on, and the warhead exploded between the suits as Ryan's Gelgoog reached combat range and opened fire on the charcoal GM, leaving the two Aces to square off.<br><br>Her sensors buzzed and chimed urgently to warn her of the incoming shots, and Seriline ignited the verniers, but didn't turn fast enough.&nbsp; The shot struck her mobile suit in the left shoulder, sending it into a spin that took her a moment to right; going as fast as she was, an uncontrolled spin was a serious challenge for even the best of pilots.&nbsp; Seri cursed the Federation under her breath, checking the display that outlined the suit's status.&nbsp; Her custom Zaku-green Kampfer had denser armor than the mass-produced model, but beam weapons were beam weapons: whoever that pilot was, they had put a serious burn between the middle and rear verniers on that side, ruining the smaller one and seriously diminishing the output on the larger.<br><br>She silently praised her foe's skill, but gritted her teeth and readied her suit's ultimate weapon: an experimental beam shotrifle designed by the best engineers in their fleet.&nbsp; She had rejected the addition at first; there was a reason Kampfer's didn't carry beam weapons despite being put into combat after Zeon had perfected them.&nbsp; The fact of the matter was that they put too much strain on the suit's reactor, and the high-performance suit needed all the energy it could get to power it's large verniers.&nbsp; In response to Seriline's protest, they had refitted her Kampfer with a double-powerplant, two slightly smaller reactors that yielded a significantly higher output than the Kampfer's original reactor.&nbsp; They also mounted a pair of fuel tanks on the suit's rear, allowing her to run the suit on full-burn for a longer period.<br><br>Seriline reversed direction and pushed the suit forward, again accelerating faster than most post-treaty suits could.&nbsp; The GM would be in range soon.&nbsp; The Kampfer raised the powerful weapon and unlocked the safety.&nbsp; She watched the range-finder on her suit's HUD.&nbsp; In range in three... two... Seriline depressed the beam rifle's trigger, unleashing a small storm of beams on the Federation suit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 08:24:59</strong>
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				"Damn!" Aurelia's suit tumbled a bit as the rocket exploded just a bit too close. Her nervous wingman wasn't so lucky, though, as his suit was thrown quite a bit farther, though he seemed to have miraculously caught the brunt of the blast on his shield. She made a mental note to buy him a drink if they both survived this. As her suit stabilized, she was surprised to see she had actually landed hits on the enemy, crippling the boosters somewhat. It was relatively minor damage, but it could mean life or death at this point.<br><br>The Kaempfer pulled what appeared to be a shotgun, to Aurelia's surprise. Armor had improved over the last few years to the point that slugthrowers were becoming nearly obsolete. She supposed at close range it wouldn't matter, but her musings were rapidly cut off by the proximity alarm. The other wingman of the Kaempfer had actually thrown her gun back at her! Shedding a dry tear, she pulled her beam saber, cutting the beloved gun in two and sending the scraps careening into open space. She turned back just in time to block a few of the incoming shotgun beams, but certainly not all of them, as her suit's legs and off-arm were pelted by beams. They were weak, however, as the Kaempfer had just come into range as opposed to being at optimal distance. The armor burned clean through, with some of the servos being damaged, but it barely crippled her space combat ability. On the ground, it would have been <em>much</em> different.<br><br>Getting over her initial shock at being attacked by beams instead of slugs, Lia boosted back and to the side, catching a view of her wingman and the Zeon wingman engaged in close combat out of the corner of her eye. She wanted to get in there with the Zeke, too, but that beam shotgun was terrifying in destructive potential at that range. Using her now superior boosters to get some distance from the Zeke, she pelted it with beams from her long rifle, trying to keep the distance advantage in her favor with their wildly different weapon types. She wondered idly how Zeon reactors had improved out there in the asteroid belt, and if they could do a hard burn at the same time as firing a weapon like that. It was impossible to say, really.<br><br>The newbie was doing well... and then he lost an arm. Aurelia said a prayer to an unknown deity as she fought fiercely to defeat her enemy so she could help him... but it was probably too late.
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				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 14:54:33</strong>
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				A soldier's mobile suit and a soldier's gun.&nbsp; Those were things you just didn't go around handling on a whim, let a lone throwing around.&nbsp; A great insult to any fighter.&nbsp; She opened her squad comm as she watched Artoru Ryan hurl the massive rifle at the Feddy.<br><br>"Ensign, what the <em>fuck</em> do you think you're doing?"&nbsp; She barely listened as he tried to stammer back an answer.&nbsp; "Do you remember what I said?&nbsp; You leave.&nbsp; The ace.&nbsp; To me.&nbsp; And you certainly don't go touching another soldier's gun."&nbsp; Secretly, Seriline smiled while leaving the channel open.&nbsp; She loved making her wingmen squirm, and she was thankful for the diversion.&nbsp; A win-win in her eyes.<br><br>Seri pushed the throttle forward, and immediately checked her suits systems when the speed started climbing too slowly and evened out far too low.&nbsp; The thrusters on her shoulder were for maneuvering mainly, so it couldn't have been just the damaged done to them.&nbsp; It had to be the damn gun.&nbsp; She had told Kellyeit it would only make her life difficult... maybe she could get the jagdgewehrs back and they could give the rifle to her gun-thieving wingman.&nbsp; Now, however, she had a bit more pressing concern.&nbsp; There was only one way she was going to catch up with the Feddy now.&nbsp; She hit her verniers to twist out of the way of the deluge of beams coming her way, though more than a few hit their marks.<br><br>"Shit, shit, shit," she started cursing when one shot ruined her command ansible and another caught the Kampfer square on the leg, crippling it's main drive shaft.&nbsp; She flipped on the high speed suit's powerful afterburners, tapping into its custom-fitted fuel tanks for a brief explosion of speed, rocketing toward the GM, hoping her sheer forward velocity would make her harder to hit.&nbsp; Seri fired her massive shotgun once, twice, three times, working the gun's action after each shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 07:14:43</strong>
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				And just like that, something <em>changed.</em> The Kaempfer was moving far faster now than it had been without the damage, and that left Aurelia at a distinct advantage. However, while it seemed to have gained serious burn power, she expected it still lacked maneuverability, something she had - for the moment. Giving up causing damage for the moment, she boosted "up" a little too hard, getting her out of the way of the incoming blasts for the most part. Her GM's legs caught the brunt of the blast, rendering them useless for landing and cutting off power to the leg boosters. It would have actually improved her maneuverability overall to get rid of the legs, but there wasn't time for that. Shaking her head clear of the g-force dizziness, she fired a few vulcan bursts at her enemy as it flew "under" her, missing by a wide margin. Her enemy had unexpected speed and she had dead weight... this wasn't good.<br><br>Harl was getting desperate. This was his first combat mission ever, and it was already in dire straights. His Quel's arm was off, his main camera was destroyed, and his thrusters had been unreliable ever since that rocket had sent him twirling out of control. He was clearly less experienced than his enemy, but even with the damage, his suit was proving to be faster, more agile, and saving his ass in ways similar to the legendary Amuro. Clipping another e-pac into place, he fired off another burst of beams at the blur of movement, so many different alarms and alerts going off as sweat beaded on his forehead and slipped off, floating as a mist in the zero-g. And then - he hit! He actually took his hands off the controls and fist-pumped the air he was so excited! His first kill. He cheered as the thing exploded before him, a confirmed kill chime going off. Realizing his commander was still in trouble, he turned about and watched as it blew past underneath the now apparently crippled GM Sniper II, and he shot off a few rounds at the green devil, trying to make it dodge so Aurelia could reorient and attack again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 07:37:24</strong>
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				Shit.&nbsp; Shit shit shit shit shit.&nbsp; Not good.&nbsp; Seriline had lost her best, and favorite, wing-man.&nbsp; Despite how hard she drove her pack and how heavily she leaned on them, she liked each and every man under her command.&nbsp; There would be time to grieve later, though.&nbsp; Right now, she was caught between an ace and a rookie who had just tasted his first kill.&nbsp; She remembered the feeling well: like an animal that turns man-eater, rookies who got their first kill tended to ride a high for the remainder of the battle.<br><br>To make matters worse, she was going faster than she easily control between the loss of her leg and shoulder thrusters, eliminating even simple AMBAC for maneuvering, as the suit's movements had become stilted and awkward.&nbsp; She radioed the <em>Oberon</em>, still in range even without comm antennae mounted on commander types.<br><br>"Lady Kellyeit, my communications are damaged and I am unable to contact the rest of my team.&nbsp; Please connect with them and order a retreat."&nbsp; She listened for Kellyeit's response, ultimately informing her of her team's retreat from their pursuit of the tiny ship.&nbsp; But, even with her team off her mind she still had to worry about herself.&nbsp; She turned the Kampfer's head as the suit's vulcans hummed to life, spraying bullets towards the GM pair.&nbsp; She discarded the experimental weapon in the general direction of the fleet so that it could be recovered when they passed by, disconnecting it from her suit's power-plant.&nbsp; Hopefully that would give Seriline the speed she needed to put her in extraction range and out of the range of the Feddies' guns.<br><br>To allow herself more cover she removed one of the powerful Panzer Faust rockets from where they rested on her suit's hip-mounted weapon rack and let the massive missile fly.&nbsp; She didn't bother to make sure it hit, instead kicking the suit's still-working back thrusters into the red and jetting toward the Zeon flagship, praying desperately that the warhead would distract her enemies long enough for her to get home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 06:27:07</strong>
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				Aurelia scrambled for a better vantage point, possibly overcompensating with her evasion, possibly trying to throw off her enemy with erratic movements. Such was Aurelia's state of mind that not even she knew exactly what she was doing. Still, it seemed to be working for the moment as the Zeke suit resorted to Vulcans, and... pulled away? First it ditched its gun, and now turned to fire what seemed to be a parting shot - one of its absurd missiles. It was a damned monster of a missile to have come from a mobile suit, but it didn't appear to have any firing solution programmed into it as it flew directly at Aurelia but failed to change course as she boosted out of its path. Some space debris would be in for a bad day.<br><br>Aurelia gasped audibly as the oppressive Kaempfer made its exit, almost immediately getting on the comm to Harl. "Hard burn to the <em>Kennedy</em> right <em>now</em>. We have our opening and we have to take it." With that, she oriented herself in the last known trajectory of the sadly decrepit mothership and keyed the burn, praying that Harl was in good enough shape to follow. <em>Life</em> flowed through her veins so suddenly after her first serious engagement since that mess with Delaz. So many things she had been putting off... so many things she had to say... they all rushed through her mind in this moment of perverse victory. They got away. If she made it back in one piece, it would be time to act on some of those lost opportunities...
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 22:53:49</strong>
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				Seriline let out a breath she had no idea she'd been holding in when she saw the enemy choose to retreat instead of giving chase.&nbsp; So, that was what it was like to fight an Ace?&nbsp; She smiled to herself: despite the narrow escape, she hoped that they would clash again, and next time she doubted the Feddie would be quite so lucky.&nbsp; She'd have to re-think her entire approach to be combat, but it would be worth it for the sake of Zeon.&nbsp; And, perhaps more importantly, her own pride.<br><br>Seriline's Kampfer boarded the <em>Oberon</em> and was docked in the ship's engineering bay for repairs.&nbsp; The Zeon Ace opened her cockpit and undid the harnesses keeping her in the suit, drifting out of the high-performance machine and into the main holding bay.&nbsp; Engineers swarmed her crippled suit as she made her way over to the crew chief.<br><br>"Don't you dare put that <em>damn gun</em> back on my suit, got that?"&nbsp; She said, poking the chief mechanic hard in the chest.&nbsp; At 5'1" she was far from physically intimidating, but, being the best pilot in the fleet, when she spoke, people generally knew well enough to listen.&nbsp; "If you want to try putting different toys on it, fine, but not without my say-so.&nbsp; And NOTHING that will interfere with the generator."&nbsp; The engineer looked a bit crestfallen.&nbsp; The experimental weapon had been his brain-child, after all.&nbsp; It just had no place on Seriline's Kampfer.&nbsp; Seriline sighed.&nbsp; She didn't understand why they insisted on retooling its weapon load-out, but they were bound to give her something that worked eventually.<br><br>She left the engineering bay before the poor man had a chance to respond, drifting down the halls of the massive ship until she reached her quarters, where she stripped out of her flight suit and sat on her bed.&nbsp; Eventually, she would have to debrief whatever part of her flight team managed to survive, and she needed to speak with Kellyeit, and possibly berate the commander about her treatment of their prisoners, but that could all wait.&nbsp; For now, she needed her rest, so she lied down, pulling her covers over her and replayed the battle over and over again in her mind.&nbsp; There would be time enough for everything else on the long trip back to Earth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 06:45:00</strong>
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				It wasn't a gentle landing, but it was a landing. Aurelia had advised Kennedy not to slow for them, as they had enough fuel remaining to catch up and make a terribly awkward landing. Aurelia and Harl had torn through several of the safety nets, but managed to come to a stop with the help of thrusters. As she stumbled out of her cockpit and pushed off towards the deck, she was happy to see that one of the other pilots had made it. She didn't know at the moment where the other one was, but any survivors of that engagement were welcome. The deck crew gathered around the exhausted woman, seeming to her to be chittering mindlessly.<br><br>"We were watching you on the monitors!" "You totally kicked ass out there!" "That Zeke almost got you, but you pulled through!" "You fucking maniac!" It went on. Aurelia largely ignored the mob, sending a nod to Harl who had a contingent of his own. His eyes glittered with novice pride, the kind that might well get him killed in the next outing. She made a note to talk him down after they had gotten some rest.<br><br>Weaving her way through the crew, she made her way to the bridge, where she received a warm but rather subdued welcome, as the bridge crew was fully aware of their situation, while the main crew were mostly concerned with their individual positions. The eminent <em>worry</em> was on all their faces, distorted into strange, varied expressions by their happiness at their heroine's return.<br><br>"I damaged their flagship... they'll be limping for a while. I think we might have actually pulled off an escape, folks." Aurelia smiled to herself somewhat confoundingly as she plopped down in an empty chair, as much as a plop could be accomplished in low gravity.<br><br>"We," muttered the captain, "did nothing. You and Harl won the day. Fuck my orders... you get our respect from here on out, Commander."<br><br>Aurelia nodded, dreading what was to come. A petty amount of damage and a few lost pilots weren't going to deter a fleet that size. War was coming... again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 06:39:04</strong>
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				<strong>Seven months later, Side 1's Colony 30:</strong><br>Seriline tapped her foot.&nbsp; The colony was so big, so bright, it was overwhelming.&nbsp; It was nothing like the cramped, fluorescent-lit halls of the <em>Oberon</em>.&nbsp; She tapped her foot- something she couldn't do on board without sending herself off in some direction- waiting for the rally to begin.<br><br>The <em>Oberon</em> had docked the night before, and the crew was granted shore leave.&nbsp; The ace had disembarked to quickly discover a strong liberation movement on the colony, and tonight had managed to find herself at an anti-Titans rally.&nbsp; She looked around at the crowd around her as the man on the stage spoke.&nbsp; Her eye caught a brief glimpse of blond hair a top a familiar scarred face, but when she looked back, there was nothing.&nbsp; <em>No, he couldn't be.&nbsp; </em>He<em> wouldn't be here.</em>&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; Years in the asteroid belt had made her imaginative.&nbsp; She looked back to the stage.<br><br>"Though Zeon may have been wrong in escalating their desire to full-scale war, the colonies should <em>certainly</em> be autonomous, free from the Federation's iron grip!&nbsp; The Titans are merely the latest in a long line of oppression by the Earthborn.&nbsp; We must seek our freedom from the Federation while we still can!"<br><br><em>So, spacenoids are still pressing on in the absence of Zeon,</em> Seriline thought lightly.&nbsp; It gave her a small amount of hope.&nbsp; Maybe her people <em>could</em> someday find peace.<br><br>"Hey Zeke!&nbsp; Come on, man, don't you get tired of get thrashed from here to the edge of the solar system?&nbsp; A Baoa Qu's been over for years and you still haven't learned your lesson, have you?"<br><br>Well, so much for that hope.&nbsp; Her left shoulder throbbed at the mention of A Baoa Qu, a painful reminder of the utter defeats Zeon had suffered during the last months of the war.&nbsp; She turned to face the heckler.&nbsp; He towered over Seriline, and was clearly older, probably some drunk vet of the One Year War.&nbsp; She'd have to be delicate. "How about you be quiet and let some of these nice people listen to the speech?"<br><br>"Whuzzat?&nbsp; Aww, you wanna hear the speech?&nbsp; Why's that, you somekinda <em>Zeke</em>?"&nbsp; He gave the small girl a push as he turned to face her.&nbsp; The soldier in turn slugged him in the gut, sending the big man to the ground.&nbsp; So much for delicacy.&nbsp; She leered above him.<br><br>"Don't.&nbsp; Call me.&nbsp; A <em>Zeke</em>."&nbsp; She spat the final word, the very sound of it leaving a foul taste in her mouth, before leaping atop the man to hit him some more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 23:14:56</strong>
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				The rallies were getting larger all the time. Aurelia stood near the fringe, leaning against the outer wall of some small specialty shop, arms crossed under her chest. She was plainclothes at the moment, sent primarily to observe the rallies, make sure they didn't escalate, and take note of potential leaders. The ralliers had been primarily nonviolent to date, but there were always those few hecklers that changed the tone of the rally and put everyone on edge. Aurelia had already split up several altercations in the past weeks, but it continued to worsen. She was starting to worry that something new, something truly dangerous was lying underneath the tenseness here. It felt like the prelude to war, but the EFF had been so lethargic since the OYW that the war could only be against the Titans, likely. It was all conjecture, of course.<br><br>There had been several speakers today, with this rally carrying on for several hours. There had even been a few musical performances, ranging from rock bands to individuals and even poetry between speakers. It had all been very nice and peaceful today. Boring. That was changing, however, as she spied a tiny girl emasculate a heckler in front of everyone. It was a vicious attack from a practiced soldier, she could tell even from this distance. He was down for the count, but the woman wasn't letting up. Sighing heavily, she pushed off the wall and stalked the hundred yards or so, her annoyed yet determined expression preventing those nearby from questioning her drive. <br><br>Finally reaching the crumpled pile of flesh that was mounted by a fury, she coughed loudly, seeing if it would gain the woman's attention, when it didn't, she curled her lip and knelt down, wrapping the woman in a bear hug and pulling her effortlessly off, tossing her aside roughly enough to make her stumble but not fall as she gained footing. Already tall for a woman and certainly in shape, it was no matter for her to handle the feral woman, who was almost certainly a Zeke. Aurelia looked sternly but impassively at the spitfire, pointing a disciplinary finger in her direction and saying coolly, “Easy. He's had enough.” The woman was in serious danger putting herself out like this with Titans all around, and Aurelia would take her down if that's what it took, in order to save her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 23:48:29</strong>
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				All Seriline felt before going weightless was a pair of surprisingly strong arms around her waist, then she was floating again.&nbsp; If she had closed her eyes she would have sworn she was in space again.&nbsp; She struggled and squirmed a bit before something came along that she wasn't used to: a hard landing.&nbsp; The&nbsp; small girl flopped against the concrete where her assailant had thrown her.&nbsp; She almost went down, spinning her arms wildly in a desperate but ultimately successful attempt to regain her balance.&nbsp; She balled her fists and took a low offensive stance before turning to face her attacker.<br><br>Standing before her was a woman, probably twenty-something, with platinum-blond hair and eyes that were the same brilliant red as the apples her uncle had sent her during the war.&nbsp; Seriline was shocked, but she did not let her guard down; that was a skilled take down, and Seri figured that she must have been a damn good cop, probably some kind of undercover detective or an MP.&nbsp; The pilot sighed, looking from the older woman to the man on the ground behind her, then back to the blond.&nbsp; She dropped her stance and held her hands out in front of her.<br><br>"Okay, okay, I'm done," she said, laughing nervously and blushing intensely.&nbsp; <em>What am I doing?&nbsp; I can't bring the Federation down on the fleet just because some drunk couldn't keep his mouth shut!.</em>&nbsp; Seri extended her wrists to the woman.&nbsp; "So, are you going to bring me in?&nbsp; I don't want to cause any trouble."<br><br>"Hell yeah, bring that bitch in, I wanna press charges!" said the man from earlier, now sitting up and clutching his stomach.&nbsp; Seri shot him a nasty look, though she fully expected the cop to slap some cuffs on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 08:26:36</strong>
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				Aurelia's eyelids drooped in disgust at the man, moving over to him and pushing his chest back down to the ground and glaring down at him. "Why don't you take a look around, pig? Do you think you're in friendly territory here? What do you think will happen to you when I leave?" She wasn't just being threatening, either. The stoic crowd was standing just a little too closely together, and too near him to only be observing. Many arms were crossed, many stares were given. The man would be in for a rough time, were he left alone here. "I suggest all of you take a step back," she said, gesturing to the crowd. They did so, realizing their legitimacy as a group would be damaged by the actions they were all considering. "And you," she said, stepping off the man and nearly snarling at him, "get your pathetic, attention-whoring ass out of here before I give you round two." He did, without hesitation.<br><br>Aurelia appraised the girl now, finally having time to do so. She was awfully tiny, scarcely five feet tall, leaving Aurelia a solid ten inches above her. There was a warrior's violence behind her eyes, something Aurelia could spot easily after all these years, and assumed the woman could see it in herself as well. It would explain the fairly instant respect she had received from the woman. Despite her size, the woman had an impressive physique, one that spoke of an active role rather than a passive one. She certainly seemed militant, but it was hard to say whether she was active military or not. <em>It's been long enough... that damned fleet could be here by now. I'd better be cautious.</em><br><br>"As for you... I respect your right to protest, but I suggest you be more <em>patient</em> in the future. These here may be friendly company," she said as she waved her hand, indicating the crowd, "but the Titans won't tolerate your antics. If you want to stay out of prison, contain yourself." She tried to inject a certain amount of sympathy into her voice, but she wasn't sure how successful she was being. She had never begrudged spacenoids their independence, but the actions of Zeon early in the war were things she would never forgive, much less forget. Those were orders given by the Zabis, and the Zabis were gone, but... her thoughts strayed to that fleet once again. The leader had claimed to be a Zabi. If that were true...<br><br>Trying to set that aside for the moment, she crossed her arms and looked the woman over again. "I have to take you in. I don't have any restraints on me, but if you resist, rest assured I can and will incapacitate you and haul you in. Wouldn't be too hard, either..." Aurelia smirked a bit, toying at the woman's height. Setting the woman off guard with teasing could be helpful, and if it was enough to set her off again, she wouldn't mind grappling with her either...
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 05:36:26</strong>
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				Seriline blinked dumbly and dropped her arms to her sides.&nbsp; She didn't know quite what to make of this woman.&nbsp; Skilled, clearly, and strong.&nbsp; But no handcuffs, no badge that Seri could see, though she quickly noticed her firearm.&nbsp; So probably not a cop.&nbsp; A soldier then?&nbsp; That thought gave the pilot pause.&nbsp; She was at home in her Kampfer, to be sure, but her confidence had been well and truly shaken after that encounter with the ace; she was no slouch when it came to fighting hand to hand, but against an older opponent in what seemed to be peak physical condition almost a foot taller than her?&nbsp; Seriline was good, and she knew she was good, but recent events had lead her to question just <em>how</em> good.<br><br>After all, the past seven months had been brutal for Seriline.&nbsp; She had had more than a few harsh words with Kellyeit over the fate of their hostages, and the once-kind Zabi had become cold towards her closest confidant.&nbsp; Whether it was out of guilt or whether Kellyeit was becoming more and more like her half-siblings, Seri could not tell.&nbsp; So she had withdrawn, too.&nbsp; She stayed mostly in her quarters, making regular appearances in the gym and less frequent ones in the mess hall, but mostly poring over the battle footage collected by her Kampfer, studying her moves, then when she had exhausted that line of study, she studied her opponent: a mismatched, outdated GM Sniper, she learned from the <em>Oberon's</em> engineers one night while she was in the engineering bay checking on her Kampfer.&nbsp; Following her "suggestion," they had indeed left the beam rifle off, replacing it with something Seri thought would be much more effective against her foe next time they met.&nbsp; In the end, though, all it boiled down to for the Ace was next time.&nbsp; Next time, she would be ready<br><br>She sighed and looked around at the crowd.&nbsp; They were all still gathered close, watching the scene unfold, but each one made a point of avoiding eye contact with her.&nbsp; <em>No support there,</em> she supposed.&nbsp; She knew that in the five years after Zeon's defeat things had changed on the colonies, but now Seri was beginning to see just how grandly they'd changed.&nbsp; If she resisted anymore, there would be much more in store for her than just a simple booking.&nbsp; No, Seri knew that she, and the <em>Oberon</em>, would be better off if she followed the woman.&nbsp; She didn't want the Feddies, or worse, the Titans, on her ass.<br><br>"Okay," she began, sounding slightly defeated, holding her hands in front of her, palms out.&nbsp; "Lead the way, ma'am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 23:28:36</strong>
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				<em>That was easy</em>. Aurelia found herself surprised at the woman's odd compliance. Normally, someone who had so recently brutalized another would be at the very <em>least</em> on edge, and usually still riding on bloodlust. But here she was, palms out, head even bowed a little. <em>Like a berated puppy.</em> Something definitely felt odd about this, but this wasn't the place to find out. Finding out what was going on here would take deliberation in a more private setting. She knew just the place...<br><br>Calling a taxi or taking a rent-an-elecar would have been faster, but Aurelia just didn't feel like it. Warship life was so stifling, like slowly drowning, and she now had an excuse to slack off, with her “prisoner” tagging along behind. It was a good twenty minute walk from the rally to their destination, with Aurelia savoring every moment of the gravity-laden, civilian-surrounded travel. Months of space travel had included exactly zero bartering over prices, riding a bicycle, laying in the grass, or even the simple joy of a <em>breeze</em>. All of those were here in this beautiful man-made world, this facsimile of Earth that felt so much more beautiful at times because it was man that was responsible for its existence and not simply nature.<br><br>It was wondrous to see the natural light stream in from the huge windows, reflected off the energy-gathering mirror panels. It was glorious to watch the gigantic metal cylinder spin within its casing, to look straight up and see ant-like people on the opposite side. It was <em>humbling</em> to imagine that over half of humanity now lived within habitats of its own creation, little planets in their own right. And with all of this, it was <em>easy</em> to understand Zeon Zum Deikun's words of a new type of human emerging from these days in space, and to sympathize with those that fought for freedom from the grip of planetary gravity. <br><br>Independence was certainly a vital part of humanity's base desires, and Aurelia was completely in agreement with the concept. However, what she could never agree with was the assertion of the Zabis and subsequently many other spacenoids that the Earth-bound were inferior. Ignorant, maybe, probably even, but that was no excuse for the hate and genocide that followed. The Federation had committed its own atrocities, certainly, and continued to in the form of the Titans... but Aurelia couldn't ignore the fact that Zeon had done them <em>first</em>, causing the Federation to reply in kind. More people had died in the span of a month than had been alive at once only a few hundred years ago. It was Zeon's prompting that began that cycle of killing, and it had been their <em>second</em> prompting that had given the Federation an excuse to form the Titans. Their lust for independence had created a new world far worse than the one they had lived in before. Aurelia would never forget that, and forgiveness was out of her hands, as far as she was concerned.<br><br>And now, a scant few feet behind her, trailed what surely seemed to be a Zeon loyalist, and almost certainly a soldier if only a former one. Aurelia had never been able to settle into an opinion on the guilt of the Zeon soldiers, as she had certainly crossed paths with many that were totally in favor of the actions of the Zabis. She did her best to judge on a case by case basis, but it was eminently difficult, considering not only their political actions, but also those that had affected her very, very personally. These days she was able to get through without those moments flashing through her mind again, but as they walked through the peaceful colony streets, she found them to be surfacing quickly and violently. It was fortunate they were going to a bar.<br><br>The V was a little hole in the wall bar on an out of the way side street in downtown Ricotta district. It was only signified by a burnt-out neon V that hung crookedly over the door. Not too many people knew about the joint, and that was exactly how its patrons and owners preferred it. It was here that the in-the-know women of 30 Bunch could come to get away from the men, to relax in a low-lit, soft-rock-accompanied environment, in the company of other women. It was a women's bar, and though it wasn't officially a lesbian bar, it often served as one.<br><br>Aurelia hadn't been here all that long, but she was already fast friends with many of the regulars, as she spent most of her nights here. The proportion of women on the <em>Kennedy</em> had been frighteningly low, and she had had her fill of crude advances and bare man-ass for quite a while. Moving toward a corner booth, she was intercepted by the bar-mistress, Kysara. The gorgeous brunette, taller even than Aurelia, wrapped her up in a sensual embrace and docked their lips together in an affectionate greeting. “You weren't in last night,” she said playfully.<br><br>Raising a single finger, Aurelia tapped Kysara on the nose and pushed her back gently. “You'd deny me sleep not six, but seven nights in a row?”<br><br>Giggling in her husky, lusty way, Kysara tilted her head to the side, looking around Aurelia, at Seri. “Well now, look what the Kite dragged in...” Since Seri was behind Aurelia, she didn't see Aurelia's sudden disapproving glare, and so wouldn't have been able to translate Kysara's raised eyebrow and nod for anything other than aesthetic approval from Kysara. “Cute little number... where'd you pick her up?”<br><br>Aurelia turned halfway around, now sporting a smirk and matching quirked eyebrow. “Troublemaker at the anti-Titans rally. I got her out of there.”<br><br>“Risky...” Kysara trailed off as she sauntered over to the bar.<br><br>“Well now,” Aurelia said, sliding into the booth. “Time for you to tell me why we shouldn't go to the local precinct.” She gestured toward the booth across from her, motioning for Seri to sit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 17:20:15</strong>
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				Seriline followed the woman obediently, already berating herself for being so bold, so thoughtless.&nbsp; <em>It’s the gravity.&nbsp; It’s got to be.</em>&nbsp; The thought had crossed her mind more than once, though it always stuck.&nbsp; She much preferred the weightlessness, the freedom of zero-g she could find on the <em>Oberon</em> and in her suit.&nbsp; In space, her only experience with gravity came from the gym on board, where the gravity was generated artificially so that those spending a significant period on the ship wouldn’t atrophy as they would if they were weightless and comparatively inactive the entire time.&nbsp; But even then she could always <em>leave</em> the gravity, drifting unhindered between the bulkheads of the massive ship, restricted by <em>nothing.</em>&nbsp; It was when she was weightless that she could well and truly believe in her cause, in the limitless potential of humans, and in the obstacle that Earth posed towards achieving this potential.<br><br>She looked worriedly to her “captor.”&nbsp; The other woman hadn’t said a thing since the rally, and the neighborhoods they were passing through were beginning to seem more like the kinds that produce criminals rather than ones that restrain them.&nbsp; <em>Stupid, stupid,</em> Seri privately berated herself.&nbsp; What if she was some kind of crazed kidnapper, and Seri had walked right into her trap?&nbsp; She glanced about nervously.&nbsp; No, that was crazy.&nbsp; The colonies had changed, but they hadn’t become some kind of space-based den of immorality.<br><br>Soon, the buildings began getting more and more crowded, and Seri knew that she had found herself downtown.&nbsp; The older woman took turn after turn down back roads before stopping abruptly in front of seedy, run-down watering-hole.&nbsp; The only clue Seri had to its name was a dull fluorescent “V” above the door.&nbsp; She reluctantly followed the other woman inside, accepting now that she probably wasn’t dealing with a cop, but rather just a helpful someone who wanted to get her out from under the Titan’s watchful eye.&nbsp; She kept her guard up just in case, however.<br><br>Seri managed to look around only after her eyes adjusted to the shady interior of the place, and the first thing she noticed was a surprising lack of men in the entirety of the bar.&nbsp; The second thing she noticed was just how… er… friendly her captor was with the bartender.&nbsp; Seriline blushed when the brunette pulled the blond into a kiss that lasted a bit too long for her comfort.&nbsp; <em>She brought me to one of… one of those bars?&nbsp; What is going on here?</em>&nbsp; Seri kept her reservations to herself, though she hoped she’d have a chance to voice them soon.<br><br>She listened to the conversation between the not-cop and the bartender half-heartedly, really only hoping to glean some sort of name about the woman.&nbsp; Kite?&nbsp; Was that what she was called?&nbsp; It would have to do for now, she supposed.&nbsp; And why was this risky?&nbsp; As far as Seri knew, no one on the colony knew she was Zeon, and only a handful even knew of the <em>Oberon’s</em> was back in the Earth's sphere at all.<br><br>She followed the Kite to the booth, where finally the blond woman addressed her.&nbsp; Seri did her best to answer.<br><br>“Well, I don’t really see a reason why I shouldn’t.&nbsp; I did break the law, after all.&nbsp; You don’t know me from Eve and yet here you are intervening on my behalf, at least as far as the Titans would be concerned, and bringing me to a-a… lesbian bar?” Seri almost choked on the word.&nbsp; She didn’t consider herself close-minded by any stretch, but outside of Kellyeit she had known no other woman during the five years of their exile, and Kellyeit was like her sister.&nbsp; Men far outnumbered women in the fleet, so to Seriline men took what little women there were as lovers and most of the time the women had little say in the matter.&nbsp; She herself had only had a single previous lover, the wingman that the Feddy had killed when they were still passing Mars.&nbsp; Though their relationship had ended, they still maintained a good working relationship.&nbsp; They had to.&nbsp; On the battlefield, all she had was her wingmen.&nbsp; So the loss stung, and stung deeply, but she had moved on.&nbsp; It had been a relationship more based on necessity than romance.<br><br>She shook her head, clearing them of the errant thoughts.&nbsp; She had something to focus on now.&nbsp; She looked her captor square in the eye.&nbsp; “Kite, or <em>the</em> Kite or whatever.&nbsp; I’d really like to know what’s going on.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 22:57:42</strong>
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				Aurelia's stern gaze was untouched by her opposite's glare. "'Kite' is for special people only. You can call me Leah." Where most would ask for a name, she continued the previous conversation. "I don't know where you'd been recently. Under a rock, maybe? Floating around in the Kuiper Belt? You seem to be excruciatingly unaware of the situation in the Earth Sphere. For the past two years, any and all violent, and even some nonviolent support of colonial independence has been met with the iron fist of the Titans. What you did out there today was frankly moronic, and may have jeopardized the AEUG's chances of ever really forming. Besides that, do you know what would happen to you if the Titans took you? They aren't some glorified police force that can only hold you for forty-eight hours. They will detain you for as long as they see fit and perform <em>whatever</em> methods they desire. As you are a young woman in very good shape, the real sick puppies among them would come out of the woodwork and make you wish you had a Y chromosome, honey."<br><br>While Aurelia had been trying to be cold and cautionary, her diatribe had taken her on a far more personal path, with an almost mothering tone sneaking in between moments of despair and revulsion. Her crimson irises were bordered by a twitching, disgusted brow, as her lip curled in hatred. Realizing she was getting carried away, she brushed a lock of hair over her ear and said airily, "Long story short, you shouldn't complain about being surrounded by beauty." Leaning back, she put one arm up on the booth and crossed her legs under the table, wiggling a finger on her other hand towards Kysara, who soon came over with a pair of beers. <br><br>"So," Aurelia continued after Kysara had left, "now that I've gone so far out of my way for your sake, what do I get out of it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 23:39:17</strong>
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				Seriline's tiny frame flinched under the weight of Leah's heated reprimand, and her violet eyes seemed unable to maintain contact with the older woman's blood red ones.<br><br>"Sorry, I didn't... I'm just... sorry," she mumbled pathetically as her face filled with a deep crimson blush.&nbsp; As adept in the cockpit as she may have been, she had always been a social pushover.&nbsp; Whether it was under commander Char, or Madame Zabi, and now this girl, she had always found it easier to tuck her tail between her legs and whimper politely, unless of course the honor of Zeon was on the line or she was in a normal suit.&nbsp; Most of the other remnants found it funny, the contrast between The Iron Wolf and Seriline Quovorem, but to her it was just humiliating.<br><br>She accepted the lecture quietly, save for a small noise of discomfort at the prospect of being <em>violated</em> by the Titans, and shifting uncomfortably in her seat throughout the speech.&nbsp; When the bartender returned with the booze she accepted her drink graciously, offering it in salutations before taking a long gulp.&nbsp; To call the tiny girl a lightweight would have been generous, but she was fond of the taste and, on days that went the way today had gone so far, less fond of sobriety.<br><br>"Truth be told," she began timidly, "I'm not sure what I can do to pay you back.&nbsp; I was born and raised on Side 3, and when we lost the war I couldn't bring myself to stay in the Earth Sphere, but I had no place else to go.&nbsp; I've been taking jobs on cargo ships as far out of the Sphere as I could get since then for room and board, so I haven't got much to offer."&nbsp; It wasn't a total lie: she really didn't own much except for the body she'd been born into and the Kampfer Madame Zabi had given to her, and she rarely made any distinction between the two.&nbsp; She had some money saved away, but it wasn't the sort that was accepted anywhere outside of Axis these days, and Kellyeit's fleet was no longer welcome to stay under the imaginary peace of Admiral Khan.<br><br>"I don't want you to think me ungrateful, though!" she added quickly.&nbsp; "I-I'd be willing to do what I can to repay you for your trouble," she explained, unable to meet her rescuer's eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 12:11:50</strong>
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				What had been a woman an hour ago had degenerated into a girl before Aurelia's eyes. She couldn't be sure if it was her manner that was disarming the girl, or just a sense of helplessness that came from the situation itself. Aurelia didn't go for the helpless types, and she knew more was lurking under this girl's surface. A true fire was burning in there, a warrior's flame, and she didn't want to be responsible for dousing it. Sighing, Aurelia attempted to set aside her brute force tactics.<br><br>"I go to most of the rallies... but I don't usually talk to people there. So, how about you enlighten me as to what a member of the crowd at one of those gigs is feeling? What made you go? What made you stay? Do you think the AEUG is compelling? Tell me anything and everything. I'm really trying to understand the movement... it isn't always easy to read these things, you know?" Her curiosity was genuine and soundly doused any falsehood that might have been generated by her military position. Ever since Aurelia had heard of AEUG, she had considered them as a possible refuge from the oppression of the Titans. Still, as it was, AEUG was not military and probably did not have the resources to shelter her for the time being. Someone with Aurelia's experience and knowledge would not be let go easily.<br><br>"Also... you'd better give me a name, or I'm gonna make one up, and I doubt you'll like it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 20:26:13</strong>
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				"The AEUG?&nbsp; I've heard of them, but I don't know too much..."&nbsp; Seriline answered hesitantly.&nbsp; How much of what she knew she could tell Aurelia however, she wasn't entirely sure.&nbsp; She seemed genuine enough, eager to learn, and she had saved Seri from Titans once already.&nbsp; On the other hand she was there to wage war, and a Feddy was still a Feddy, and her loss at the hands of the Ace she had fought at Mars was still fresh in her memory.<br><br>And yet, that was a pilot.&nbsp; At Mars.&nbsp; Seriline was back in the colonies, and it wasn't as though it was Aurelia she had fought six months ago.&nbsp; And maybe, just maybe, she could sway Aurelia to help her cause.&nbsp; She certainly seemed to have enough anti-Titan in her, and Seri needed every friend she could get, especially with the way thing had been on the <em>Oberon</em> lately.<br><br>"My name is Seriline," she continued suddenly.&nbsp; "But sometimes... that is to say, friends... um, well, you can call me Seri," she stammered nervously.&nbsp; With the awkward introduction out of the way, Seri found herself a bit more at ease.&nbsp; "Like I said, I don't know much about the AEUG, just that a man named," <em>Captain Char</em>, she found herself thinking, but couldn't bring herself to say it, "Quattro Bageena is trying to rally support against the Titans.&nbsp; Right now it's all very political, but from what I heard," <em>or rather, overheard when Captain Char reached out to Madame Zabi for help,</em> "he wants to escalate things into" <em>full-scale war</em> "more organized protests instead of these little rallies.&nbsp; We aren't happy with the way the Earth Sphere's become a military state," she continued, growing more passionate with each word.&nbsp; "The Titans are turning Earth into a dictatorship, and soon it won't be just one Side fighting to escape the oppression.&nbsp; War is closer than the Titans would like to believe.&nbsp; To hear him say it, anyway."<br><br>With that, Seri slumped back into her booth.&nbsp; She truly had no idea where such an outburst had come from, but it couldn't be helped now.&nbsp; She just had to hope she wasn't arrested on the spot for treason.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 19:05:13</strong>
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				Aurelia sat back as Seriline's words quickly grew in conviction. She allowed herself a little internal smile as the Zeonic fire lit and burned powerfully in the woman's eyes. That kind of passion didn't exist anymore among the Federation ranks since the Titans began their campaign of disheartening. Even the Titans themselves weren't necessarily passionate, just protective of their new social and political advantage.<br><br>“Quattro Bageena,” she mused quietly to herself. She had seen the man from a distance at a few rallies. Blonde, tall, and very charismatic, he always seemed to be wearing some sort of red outfit. He was also quite fond of sunglasses. Aurelia suspected he was trying to capitalize on the strong image that Char Aznable had forged throughout the One Year War. He was <em>very</em> good at it, in fact. Too good. Chasing ghosts wouldn't do anyone any good for now, though. Char was believed to be inside A Baoa Qu without a mobile suit. A body had never been found, but there was little compelling reason to believe he was alive. Still, it was a powerful image that Quattro was using now, and by Seriline's words, he was succeeding.<br><br>“I'll tell you something, Seri... The AEUG has friends within the Federation. More than it may know about. It may have been Zeon's foolishness that put us all in this situation, but I for one can respect their attempts to repair the damage, both openly via reparations and more... subtly.” Aurelia was excrutiatingly aware of Kysara's cold gaze watching the two of them. It was a major risk to admit anything like this to a new person. This safe location could potentially be compromised along with everyone in it. Aurelia had a sense for people, though, and she felt Seri was worthy of a little trust. “You know more than you'll say, and so do I. Setting that aside... can we work together?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 03:54:55</strong>
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				Aurelia wasn’t a Titan, Seriline was growing slowly more convinced of that.&nbsp; The way she talked about them, Seri could hear the loathing dripping from the older woman’s lips.&nbsp; She wasn’t so naïve as to rule out the possibility of an undercover agent – after all, it’s not like she hadn’t made herself an obvious target – but she seemed genuine enough, and even if she was some sort of spy, Seri was sure she could find away to make things work.&nbsp; After the way things had been going for her lately, she needed some kind of win, and she was determined to make something good come from today.<br><br>She pushed that thought aside as she listened to Aurelia talk, as for the moment it would be easier for her to just assume she was genuine.&nbsp; She listened to every word intently, hoping for more information, any information, that would help Seri form a definitive opinion about the older woman, though all that Seri could say for certain was that she found herself fascinated by Aurelia.&nbsp; It was starting to seem like the Feddy’s distaste for what her own government had become was of Zeonic proportions, and wasn’t afraid to admit it.<br><br>Seriline admittedly had no interest in the AEUG; she, along with Madame Zabi and everyone else on the <em>Oberon</em>, regarded them as Zeon’s diseased cousin, too weak to survive independent of the Federation, and too Earth-focused to ever be a true new Zeon.&nbsp; But what Seriline was interested in, what she desperately wanted to know more about, was Aurelia.&nbsp; So, when Aurelia offered to work together, she found herself all too willing to accept.<br><br>“Yes, er, okay.&nbsp; I think we can work together.&nbsp; But first, I want you to tell me something.&nbsp; Why AEUG and not Zeon?&nbsp; What made you fight us then and them now?”&nbsp; The “us” was no accident.&nbsp; Seriline wanted to make it clear to Aurelia that even though she was agreeing to work with the Federation officer, she would never be anything but Zeon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 04:20:33</strong>
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				Aurelia's reply was immediate, sharp, and cold. “I'm afraid I don't understand your question. You mean aside from dropping <em>two colonies</em> and killing several members of my family, altering the Earth's climate for hundreds of years, and proliferating a war that forced Newtypes to be exploited as weapons by both sides?” It was all she could do not to jump the table and strangle this naïve girl for her presumptions. Instead, she displayed her rage vibrantly in her expression and crossed her arms. “It should be no mystery to you why anyone would oppose Zeon. Your ideals are admirable but your actions are deplorable. Maybe <em>you</em> weren't a part of those actions, but every time you say “us,” you associate yourself with them.”<br><br>Standing suddenly, she turned away from Seriline and closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself. It was a fact that Zeon was now in major regression because of the Titans, and that the Titans were now the major enemy. It was also a fact that the AEUG could never become as strong as it would eventually need to be without Zeon remnants signing on to the cause. That didn't change the fact that the Titans had yet to do anything <em>incredibly</em> offensive, making it truly impossible for Aurelia to effectively set aside her Zeon-oriented grudges in favor of the big picture. She certainly couldn't forget what had happened to Kobi when he encountered Tessa. Nor could she forget what Zeon had done to the poor woman. She had no idea where they were now, but she hoped they were alright, and out of the reach of any of the major political powers.<br><br>She doubted this.<br><br>“To answer your question,” she said mildly, turning around, “the Titans have greater aspirations than Zeon ever did, and a better chance of achieving them. If they are allowed to continue as they are, they will be impossible to stop with any acceptable loss of life. <em>'All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.'</em>” She saw Kysara about to say something politically correct, but continued before she could. “Those of us that know better and are able to <em>do</em> better need to act quickly. That's all there is to it. So...”<br><br>“...are you in?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: U.C. 0085 (Karma and ABitOffTheWall)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ABitOffTheWall</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 15:03:29</strong>
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				Living as she did on one of the last active Zeon warships, it wasn't often that Seriline had to defend Zeon's actions, but she had long ago had to justify them to herself in order to be able to serve with Zeon in good conscience.&nbsp; "Zeon high command did what they thought needed to be done in order to win the war.&nbsp; Some of what they did was reprehensible, yes," Seriline admitted with a shudder.&nbsp; "But that's how things are here in space.&nbsp; It's hard, but we needed to be free, and if we couldn't, well, just look at the state of the Earth Sphere now.&nbsp; Am I saying what they did was right? No.&nbsp; But we couldn't work together if you wouldn't be willing to do what needed to be done to win.&nbsp; Because there's too much at stake to lose."<br><br>Seriline finished the beer in front of her and slammed the mug down hard to emphasize her point, an action that would have looked normal for a larger, burlier figure, but was nothing short of absurd when done by the tiny blue-haired pixie.&nbsp; She tentatively signaled for another round.&nbsp; After all, just because she could serve with Zeon despite what had been done didn't mean that she liked that they were doing it it.<br><br>Finally, as she waited for the drinks, she felt secure in Aurelia's question.&nbsp; "If you can accept that, I'm in.&nbsp; Because the Titans need to be stopped."&nbsp; Seriline honestly hoped that they would never get desperate enough to employ the same measures that the Zabis had, she don't think she'd have the stomach for it.&nbsp; But she kept her eyes on Aurelia and her face stony, finally managing to return the larger woman's glare.
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