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Jul. 7th, 2013 09:25 pm
2000_skills: (investigation)
[personal profile] 2000_skills
[[After End of the Swarm.]]

1.
[So if anyone is in the hangar proper after killing the hell out of a spider robot, a Rider sort of similar to G3 is walking in the BeatChaser, thanking that guy what gave him the left.]


Now who do I talk to around here about that mess...

[Feel free to run into him. I'm sure some of the Rider fanboys would like to flail and ask for autographs.]



2.
[Alternatively after getting the higher ups the low down and seeing what info they got on SHOCKER, also offering his help, etc etc etc. Yusuke is going to be just touring the White Chalice.]

Wow, I knew this place was pretty big but this is something...



3.
[And finally over the network you get this video of Yusuke grinning.]

Hello, my name is Yusuke Godai. But you might know me better as Kamen Rider Kuuga, though now I'm G1...confusing with all the names really.
Thanks for letting me come aboard, please take good care of me. Heh.

[AND ALSO THUMBS UP- fuck secret identities]
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[personal profile] wardeninexile

(1)

After the attack by the Jovians, it takes Ranna a while to fly her newly acquired mech - the Verfolger - back to White Chalice's hangars.

Most likely due to the missing left arm and left leg, and missing half of its right leg. The 65-tons heavy mech hovers in the hangars with the thrusters flaring faintly as Ranna moves it steadily towards its slot. There is a certain jankiness to its movements that indicates the Star Captain's inexperience with handling a flight-capable mech. At the same time though, the jankiness appears to be smoothing out rather fast.

The Clan Wolf technicians attaches support to the damaged mech, holding it in a upright position before giving Ranna an all clear signal. She turns off the thrusters and powers down the mech before exiting.

"That was an... memorable maiden flight," the clanner comments.

(2)

Later, she can be found at the mess hall, eating while studying a bunch of reports, books and touchpads.

"This newtype phenomenon is quite interesting. And the man was so obsessed with it."

(3 - Vid/Network)

"I would like to take this opportunity to thank Lowe Gear for his immense aid in designing the Verfolger. Although it is still in the combat trial phase, I believe it will be a success and eventually marked for general production by our facilities.

Having seen the effectiveness of joint Clan-Earth Sphere technology, I would like to announce that we have also been looking into creating a new Aerospace Fighter. Any collaboration to help would be greatly appreciated and repaid in kind.

Clan Wolf does not forget its debts, however. If any of you wish our help in aiding you with designs or making modifications with Clan technology, we would be more than happy to do so."
infinite_blue: Yuki great (shine)
[personal profile] infinite_blue
[1]
Though it was shipped a while back, Yuki finally notices a large shipping container. To flat for a mobile suit, and placed in the space were her X-02 Wyvern was. Looking at it She finds a schematic posted on the side of the crate.
here )

"What is this? I have not seen you before. ASF Program?"

[She takes a walk around the crate, looking for something to open it.]

"And Who got you? I think being technically dead makes a dent in my paycheck...It had to come from somewhere?"

[2]

[On a break from helping the repair crews, Your friendly neighborhood Pilot is looking in the supply room. She is looking for a New flight suit, or a suitable replacement. She takes a look at a Zeon Normal Suit.]

"Hmmm...If only it had some pockets. A utility belt would not help when ejecting."

[During the fight against the inspectors, she had been reunited with G forces. She almost blacked out in 9 gee acceleration in civilian clothes. She almost had to be carried back afterwords. ]

[Help out?]

littleshortforanelemental: (and above all the warrior who protects)
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[1//Closed to people from 'The Sicilian Defense']

Dusty, tired looking, and if one were to be honest, a little smelly, the Goliath Scorpion Elementals climb out of their armor and dropships to stare in awe. Terra, that shining jewel, the cradle of humanity. A few fall to their knees, or run the pebbles and dirt through their hands. One or two are weeping with joy. Even Nikolai is smiling, though as the CO, he can't get too emotional over it.

[2]

Later, on the Chalice, you might find a rare sight: a middle aged looking Clanner. Though not as tall as most other Elementals, he still bulges with enough muscle it looks like he's smuggling boa constrictors under his skin. He's bent over piles and piles of books and a data tablet, learning as much of the differences between his Terra and the one he finds himself in now.

[3//Network (video)]

Said middle aged clansman appears on the network, grinning broadly. "Greetings to you, White Chalice, and a fine, though unusual ship it appears to be. My name is Nikolai Djerassi, of Clan Goliath Scorpion. We are a Warden Clan, and longtime allies of the Wolves, so you will have nothing to fear from us. I was called out of retirement to go looking for them. At least we can say we accomplished our mission, heh.

Among the Clans we are known widely for our efforts as historians. Thus I would invite you, if you wish it, to tell me of your histories. I promise it shall not go to the Chatterweb." He chuckles. "Even the juicy parts."

[4]

Now that they're here, the Warriors of the Heartvenom Cluster are mingling easily with their fellow clansmen already on board. The Scorpions are, taken as a group, even more rowdy, perhaps less disciplined, a bit more ragtag. Yet curiously, they still defer to the Wolves in pretty much everything, offering them first seats and portions. This embarrasses some of the Wolves, while others revel in the attention.
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[Backdated to Pre-Inspector Raid]

[1]

This morning, as people walk into the White Chalice Mess Hall for some grubs, they discover a strange sight.

Isaac Sinclair, the most aristocratic of the Dullahan commando team, with blood so blue you could paint a picture of the sky with it...is in a chef's apron, squeezing out fresh oranges with a wooden press that looks centuries old, and filtering the juice into some pitchers.

"What ho!" He declares to you if you approach. "Does your heart crave nutrition this fine dawn?"

[2]

Later, he can be seen in the Gym, trying to wrestle with 'his fellow practitioners in the arts of Powered Armor'–i.e. the Elementals.

Warn/watch?

Level 10

Jun. 2nd, 2013 02:31 pm
whats_a_paladin: (full Paragon baby)
[personal profile] whats_a_paladin
[1] [Oh look, there's a massive bomb on White Chalice's deck! It's big enough that several mecha could stand atop of it. Though the only one who does so right now is Raynor. He has several bruises and injuries (already taken care of), but doesn't seem to mind.]

A grand victory! Thanks to everyone's efforts we thwarted the Shadow Knights and no innocent lives were lost.

This wouldn't be possible if everyone didn't fight valiantly. Everyone, including Heero Yuy... I need to talk to him when he wakes up.


[2] [The library. Raynor is looking through the database, and a huge pile of books. He's looking at historical records, both recent and old, and browsing lists of names.]

Alex Globing... Who was Alex Globing? I need to find out... And where can I find the body...
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[personal profile] bulletwithgundamwings
"In today's news, a shuttle carrying several colonist pacifists was shot down.

A peace talk taking place at New Edwards base was disrupted when a firefight broke up amongst the guards, resulting in dozens of casualties.

While it seemed officials were to safely depart, an unidentified mobile suit appeared and destroyed it without a word or warning.


The mobile suit quickly fled the scene after destroying several more of the guards, operating under a faction named OZ, hosting the talks.

In other news..."


[[This broadcast is on most major news networks and feeds... yanno, those that at least try to make international broadcasts. But even local bandwidths pick it up so, it'd take effort to not hear about it.


However, while this news is blowing up, a familiar Gundam returns to the hangar. The pilot descends from the cockpit and makes no effort to confront anyone or even explain himself.]]
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[personal profile] possibly_here
[A short time after the final, decisive battle against the Festum on the North Pole, a transport's being prepped for Kazuki to return to Tatsumiya Island.  He's not in very good condition, currently needing crutches to stand and shades over his eyes to reduce strain on them from bright light.  Said battles were not easy for him, with his body pushed even further to the brink, and with Soushi -the person he'd set out to save in the first place- gone at least for now.  But still...]

So my eyes are nearly gone and the rest of my body isn't well-off either, though I've heard that they can take care of all of that back home.  But I don't even know if the treatments will treat more than just the "symptoms", so piloting the Mark Sein more might still be out of the question even when I'm better.  And I know we didn't "save" Soushi... but he said he's still out there, that he would return.  It's easier to feel I won't be going home empty-handed than I was afraid of.

I guess that means that this might be "goodbye".

But everyone, I couldn't have done this without you.  You were the ones who helped with the L-Boat operation, got the Mobile Doll System from the Titans, helped Ryo and Shouko and everyone else on the island time and time again.  You helped in this final push, when I tried to rescue Soushi even.  Without you, I never would've gotten far at all.  Canon, you especially...  I'll never repay you for what you did out there.

And no matter what, Tatsumiya Island will always be welcome to any of you.

Irony

May. 16th, 2013 10:46 am
mecha_eihwaz: (Theta: ambivalent face)
[personal profile] mecha_eihwaz
I ran scans, trying to find out where Break Man took Luna. No luck so far, I'm afraid. But I'll keep trying.

I wonder... The Robot Masters and their minions were made purposely as war machines, right? Then why are so many of them so tiny and cute?
not_the_deer: (my hand is stuck to the back of my head)
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[A blackboard appeared on a wall in the hangar! What's written on it?]

This! )
[Tobia is staring at the letters.]

Hmm... Anything I'm missing?

infinite_blue: Yuki here (standard)
[personal profile] infinite_blue
[1](Flying/swiming units)
Being on patrol duty tends to get dull over the ocean. But that just means a bright flash of light on a no name atoll gets your attention that much easier... and it's followed up by a flare being fired up into the air. Anyone going in for a closer look would see that someone is there, but there flashing mirror makes it hard to make out just who they are.

(Do you move in closer to the atoll? Or rather, do you wait for the pick up?)

[2]

After being brought back onboard, Yuki is taken to the ever popular infirmary. Except for dehydration, malnutrition, scratches, bruises, and a nasty sunburn she's surprisingly in good shape, and talkative too.

"You know, I don't know what would have happened if you guys never came. Do you think you can buff coconut dents out of helmets? And were you involved with the crazy tide shifts? By the way, What day is it?"
[identity profile] spiralribbon.livejournal.com
1.
[In the seemingly lonely Sentry, it did not take long for someone to catch it. A Radio transmission caught the attention of the crew, sitting in the Chalice's hanger on standby. Authentications were a breeze and the audio was patched in. In an unusual move, it was also relayed to a transmission set outside the plane.]

"Mobius one Reporting in. Escort mission accomplished. The Tanker and escorts are safely home, and I found a break in the ECM balloon fields to call in. How is the Chalice? I have some things to report to them."


((OOC:Writing this felt like it took all day. Took about 1 1/2 hours...))
[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com
1. [Right after the whole island-extermination mission, you can find Roads sitting in the hangar, looking up at what's left of the Zweilicht. He's not looking so hot.]


2.[Later, Roads is doing a network post thing.]

Right, so...I've kept my past private, because I'm not really proud of what I've done. I hoped to keep it that way, but seeing as an old friend is now trying to kill me and anyone who gets in her way, you guys have a right to know. So here goes. [He takes a deep breath.]

Up until about three months before I joined the White Chalice, I worked for a mercenary company by the name of the Black Valkyries. You may have heard of them-we were noted mostly for our skill and ruthlessness. Let's see...Probably the most notable action we did was play a bunch of sides off each other in the Gucun civil war, greatly accelerating the nation's implosion and making ourselves filthy rich in the process. Before you ask, yeah, Cheng knows about that. If you want to talk to me about it...I'll be around.
[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com
1. [Right after the whole island-extermination mission, you can find Roads sitting in the hangar, looking up at what's left of the Zweilicht. He's not looking so hot.]


2.[Later, Roads is doing a network post thing.]

Right, so...I've kept my past private, because I'm not really proud of what I've done. I hoped to keep it that way, but seeing as an old friend is now trying to kill me and anyone who gets in her way, you guys have a right to know. So here goes. [He takes a deep breath.]

Up until about three months before I joined the White Chalice, I worked for a mercenary company by the name of the Black Valkyries. You may have heard of them-we were noted mostly for our skill and ruthlessness. Let's see...Probably the most notable action we did was play a bunch of sides off each other in the Gucun civil war, greatly accelerating the nation's implosion and making ourselves filthy rich in the process. Before you ask, yeah, Cheng knows about that. If you want to talk to me about it...I'll be around.
[identity profile] paradigmstop.livejournal.com
It seemed like White Chalice was in celebration mode, all of the Invaders having been pretty taken care of by the excellent pilots here while the Getter Team and a selection of other pilots took care of the real threat, Shin Dragon. This would not stop the technicians from getting their jobs done, however. As Roger watched Big O's armour plates being removed from his forearms, he shook his head a bit.

"What would Norman think of this operation," he said to himself, with a slight chuckle. He sighed, laced his fingers behind his head, and turned to walk out of the hangar and back to his accommodations. As he was exiting, though, he came across that mysterious flying plane with no propellers, the cockpit open. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but Roger was a little less feline than others might be. Still, he hesitated for a moment. It got the better of him.

He climbed the steps by the side of the plane, peered inside. Inside, there was a slightly-inclined seat, two control sticks on either side, and several displays in the front. He stared for a second. It wasn't as spacious, and certainly not as intuitive (at least to Roger's sensibilities), but it looked suspiciously similar to Big O's command seat. He looked left, looked right, and then slipped inside the cockpit.

He put his hands on the control sticks.
[identity profile] paradigmstop.livejournal.com
It seemed like White Chalice was in celebration mode, all of the Invaders having been pretty taken care of by the excellent pilots here while the Getter Team and a selection of other pilots took care of the real threat, Shin Dragon. This would not stop the technicians from getting their jobs done, however. As Roger watched Big O's armour plates being removed from his forearms, he shook his head a bit.

"What would Norman think of this operation," he said to himself, with a slight chuckle. He sighed, laced his fingers behind his head, and turned to walk out of the hangar and back to his accommodations. As he was exiting, though, he came across that mysterious flying plane with no propellers, the cockpit open. Curiosity killed the cat, they say, but Roger was a little less feline than others might be. Still, he hesitated for a moment. It got the better of him.

He climbed the steps by the side of the plane, peered inside. Inside, there was a slightly-inclined seat, two control sticks on either side, and several displays in the front. He stared for a second. It wasn't as spacious, and certainly not as intuitive (at least to Roger's sensibilities), but it looked suspiciously similar to Big O's command seat. He looked left, looked right, and then slipped inside the cockpit.

He put his hands on the control sticks.
[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com
((Forward dated to 24th))

"To friends, comrades and fellow warriors: It is with great pleasure that we invite you to join us in celebration of our Founding Day."

Everyone on the White Chalice would have received the invitation signed off by both Ranna and Resnick. A brief itenary has been included.

[1]

The day begins at the promenade, where both old and newly-inducted (from the Jade Falcons after the battle against the Invaders) Wolf warriors have gathered wearing Clan Wolf's dress uniform. Ranna and Resnick are at the front as a message is played:

"To all citizens of the Inner Sphere do I, Aleksandr Kerensky, send greetings.

Know that I have taken the remnant of the Star League Defense Force which has remained true to its purpose beyond the boundaries of the Inner Sphere, beyond the Periphery. I have done this, neither out of disappointment with those whom we leave behind, nor out of spite or disdain, as some will say. No, we have left the Inner Sphere because we love it too much to see it destroyed. In the wake of the Usurper's coup, and the long, bitter fighting that came with it, I fear that my forces would do incalculable, possibly irreparable, harm to our society. We are sworn to ward the Star League and its subjects, not destroy it.

Thus, we have left the only homes we have ever known to place the destructive capability of this armada beyond the reach of those who would use it, not for defense, but for conquest. Perhaps, with the might of our 'Mechs and ships out of reach, the leaders who now grapple with one another will relinquish their dreams of subjugating their neighbors and learn to live in peace with them.

Perhaps, one day, should mankind step back from the brink of the abyss, we, our children, or our children's children will return, to once more serve and protect and guide the Star League in mankind's quest for the stars.

Farewell."


When the message ends, all the present clanners bow their head and utter reverently, "Seyla." They then begin to mingle, share stories and socialise with each other and whoever is present.

[2]

Lunch at the mess hall is definitely more lively than usual - Food has been prepared and arranged on the tables buffet-style. Both clanners and non-clanners have contributed to the pallet available. There are rumors that Resnick himself was responsible for one of the dishes.

Feel free to try them out!

[3]

A flyby!... By a Jumpship. The deck is bustling with activities as a temporarily installed large screen shows the 300m-long Jumpship that had carried Ranna here, Keen Eye, doing a high speed burn near Earth orbit, its pletora of lasers lighting up the space around it (and pointed away from the planet, of course). The feed must have been taken by one of the aerospace fighters.

Drinks are served, both alcoholic and not. The mood is jovial under the night sky.

((This is a full-on holiday for the clanners. Feel free to interact with Ranna, Resnick, both and everyone else!))
[identity profile] wardeninexile.livejournal.com
((Forward dated to 24th))

"To friends, comrades and fellow warriors: It is with great pleasure that we invite you to join us in celebration of our Founding Day."

Everyone on the White Chalice would have received the invitation signed off by both Ranna and Resnick. A brief itenary has been included.

[1]

The day begins at the promenade, where both old and newly-inducted (from the Jade Falcons after the battle against the Invaders) Wolf warriors have gathered wearing Clan Wolf's dress uniform. Ranna and Resnick are at the front as a message is played:

"To all citizens of the Inner Sphere do I, Aleksandr Kerensky, send greetings.

Know that I have taken the remnant of the Star League Defense Force which has remained true to its purpose beyond the boundaries of the Inner Sphere, beyond the Periphery. I have done this, neither out of disappointment with those whom we leave behind, nor out of spite or disdain, as some will say. No, we have left the Inner Sphere because we love it too much to see it destroyed. In the wake of the Usurper's coup, and the long, bitter fighting that came with it, I fear that my forces would do incalculable, possibly irreparable, harm to our society. We are sworn to ward the Star League and its subjects, not destroy it.

Thus, we have left the only homes we have ever known to place the destructive capability of this armada beyond the reach of those who would use it, not for defense, but for conquest. Perhaps, with the might of our 'Mechs and ships out of reach, the leaders who now grapple with one another will relinquish their dreams of subjugating their neighbors and learn to live in peace with them.

Perhaps, one day, should mankind step back from the brink of the abyss, we, our children, or our children's children will return, to once more serve and protect and guide the Star League in mankind's quest for the stars.

Farewell."


When the message ends, all the present clanners bow their head and utter reverently, "Seyla." They then begin to mingle, share stories and socialise with each other and whoever is present.

[2]

Lunch at the mess hall is definitely more lively than usual - Food has been prepared and arranged on the tables buffet-style. Both clanners and non-clanners have contributed to the pallet available. There are rumors that Resnick himself was responsible for one of the dishes.

Feel free to try them out!

[3]

A flyby!... By a Jumpship. The deck is bustling with activities as a temporarily installed large screen shows the 300m-long Jumpship that had carried Ranna here, Keen Eye, doing a high speed burn near Earth orbit, its pletora of lasers lighting up the space around it (and pointed away from the planet, of course). The feed must have been taken by one of the aerospace fighters.

Drinks are served, both alcoholic and not. The mood is jovial under the night sky.

((This is a full-on holiday for the clanners. Feel free to interact with Ranna, Resnick, both and everyone else!))
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[[This one is... quite simple.

HOLY SHEET! INVADERS! Innumerable Invaders are here to infect and eat your face. You will become one with the hive-mind crazed with power and evolution unless you start shooting back like a go-damn boss! There are hundreds of these things, and only so many of you.

READY!? GOOOO!]]
srwuga_mods: (Default)
[personal profile] srwuga_mods
[[This one is... quite simple.

HOLY SHEET! INVADERS! Innumerable Invaders are here to infect and eat your face. You will become one with the hive-mind crazed with power and evolution unless you start shooting back like a go-damn boss! There are hundreds of these things, and only so many of you.

READY!? GOOOO!]]

World News

Aug. 18th, 2012 10:33 pm
[identity profile] getter-class.livejournal.com
[Directly after Battlefield: Manhattan]

Hayato's face is broadcast to everyone on the White Chalice, but it doesn't stop there. The signal is being broadcast to every ship within range of The Tower's transmitters, and then by signal repeaters and the few remaining comm satellites to all the space colonies and all the rest of the Earth. Hayato's message is available and visible to just about anyone in the Earth Sphere.

"Many of you may know me, some as a hero or savior, some as a monster or murderer. Today, that doesn't matter. You all have been tormented by the Invaders for fifteen years now as we have struggled to live on the Hell that Earth has become. The fear of the Invaders only matched, in some of you, by the fear of the Getter that drew them here.

I tell you now, there is an end in sight. The Dragon that almost awakened fifteen years ago, during the Second Impact, has returned. The Invaders want it, for Getter Rays are like food to them.

I tell you all, we cannot let them have it, for that will be the end of our species. Following this message is a set of coordinates and a date a week from today. The Dragon is there, and we must make this our last stand to stop them from claiming it. I know humanity can band together against a threat like this. I know it because we have before, and we will again. This isn't the greatest challenge humanity will ever face, but it is a big one, so for once in your lives, remember that you aren't just Federation citizens, or Zeon Soldiers, or Fuso Warriors. We are all Homo Sapiens!"

World News

Aug. 18th, 2012 10:33 pm
[identity profile] getter-class.livejournal.com
[Directly after Battlefield: Manhattan]

Hayato's face is broadcast to everyone on the White Chalice, but it doesn't stop there. The signal is being broadcast to every ship within range of The Tower's transmitters, and then by signal repeaters and the few remaining comm satellites to all the space colonies and all the rest of the Earth. Hayato's message is available and visible to just about anyone in the Earth Sphere.

"Many of you may know me, some as a hero or savior, some as a monster or murderer. Today, that doesn't matter. You all have been tormented by the Invaders for fifteen years now as we have struggled to live on the Hell that Earth has become. The fear of the Invaders only matched, in some of you, by the fear of the Getter that drew them here.

I tell you now, there is an end in sight. The Dragon that almost awakened fifteen years ago, during the Second Impact, has returned. The Invaders want it, for Getter Rays are like food to them.

I tell you all, we cannot let them have it, for that will be the end of our species. Following this message is a set of coordinates and a date a week from today. The Dragon is there, and we must make this our last stand to stop them from claiming it. I know humanity can band together against a threat like this. I know it because we have before, and we will again. This isn't the greatest challenge humanity will ever face, but it is a big one, so for once in your lives, remember that you aren't just Federation citizens, or Zeon Soldiers, or Fuso Warriors. We are all Homo Sapiens!"
hero_signal: (Perfect!)
[personal profile] hero_signal
[1]
[Considering she hasn't been seen since her arrival three weeks ago, you'd be forgiven for not knowing who the random girl with a green jacket tied around her waist running through the halls is. Every so often when she comes to a room, she stops in to look around... but other than that, she's moving at a brisk pace through the ship. She's tossing a white die in her hand as she goes. And if she runs into someone, she's going to be bothering them. Full stop.]

[2]
[Jukai's exploration ends at the hangar, where she immediately sets to looking at various units with a big grin on her face, and a hoverboard under one arm.]

They're like my summons, but bigger... and even weirder-looking... ooh, these are so cool!

[She's flitting about like a kid in a candy store, occasionally getting on her board to take a closer look at tall mecha. Perhaps you're near your unit (or fixing others) when she's looking?]
hero_signal: (Perfect!)
[personal profile] hero_signal
[1]
[Considering she hasn't been seen since her arrival three weeks ago, you'd be forgiven for not knowing who the random girl with a green jacket tied around her waist running through the halls is. Every so often when she comes to a room, she stops in to look around... but other than that, she's moving at a brisk pace through the ship. She's tossing a white die in her hand as she goes. And if she runs into someone, she's going to be bothering them. Full stop.]

[2]
[Jukai's exploration ends at the hangar, where she immediately sets to looking at various units with a big grin on her face, and a hoverboard under one arm.]

They're like my summons, but bigger... and even weirder-looking... ooh, these are so cool!

[She's flitting about like a kid in a candy store, occasionally getting on her board to take a closer look at tall mecha. Perhaps you're near your unit (or fixing others) when she's looking?]
saikyocivrobo: (chibi Prometheus)
[personal profile] saikyocivrobo
[A simple computer screen stands on a table in a common area, with a keyboard attached. Right next to it is everyone's most hated favorite tiny white robot, pointing at the screen itself to everyone passing by. There's text on it!]

HELLO. I AM SURE YOU KNOW WHO I AM - MY NAME IS PROMETHEUS. THANKS TO THIS DEVICE WERTER GAVE ME, I AM FINALLY ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH EVERYONE EASILY. I HAVE SEEN A LOT SINCE I MADE THIS PLACE MY HOME OVER A YEAR AGO, AND I KNOW MUCH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE HERE.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK?
saikyocivrobo: (chibi Prometheus)
[personal profile] saikyocivrobo
[A simple computer screen stands on a table in a common area, with a keyboard attached. Right next to it is everyone's most hated favorite tiny white robot, pointing at the screen itself to everyone passing by. There's text on it!]

HELLO. I AM SURE YOU KNOW WHO I AM - MY NAME IS PROMETHEUS. THANKS TO THIS DEVICE WERTER GAVE ME, I AM FINALLY ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH EVERYONE EASILY. I HAVE SEEN A LOT SINCE I MADE THIS PLACE MY HOME OVER A YEAR AGO, AND I KNOW MUCH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE HERE.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK?
[identity profile] mqcnei.livejournal.com
[Action; Hangar]
[So, remember one of those extra planes that came in around the same time as the AWACS SkyEye?

Yeah, the pilot of that thing is just staring at all those giant robots, while letting out a low whistle.]


They weren't kidding when they said it's like living in a childhood dream, isn't it?

[He can either be saying that sentence to himself or to you, since it's kinda vague.]

[Action; Anywhere]
[Aaand he's also wandering all around the place, keeping himself mostly quiet as he does so. He's not really sneaking around, just alleviating his boredom and all.]
[identity profile] spiralribbon.livejournal.com
[1-Action| When everyone returns after AC4^2]

(Sky Eye)"White Chalice, This is ISAF flight of Five fighter and two support aircraft, requesting permission to land"

[After the Mechs landed, the corridor had to be opened for what could be described as an airshows worth of planes. The Tanker landed first, a plane described as a flying gas station. Next the AWACS, With a large Radar dish on top. The Escorts next, one after the other. Last two were the Expert Ace Galm One and the Smoldering Stealth of Mobius One. The Last two land with little trouble, despite the Wyvern losing a wing and use of tail.]

[2]  (Locked to Alexei Soras and Prime)

[Borrowing a make-ship debriefing area, the ISAF personnel are getting a briefing there new enemy, the Line Ark. Information is projected on the wall.]

(Sky Eye)"This machine is not like anything we've come across."

(M1)"Well, not what we previously come across, but I have seen similar machines here. I'll see if there willing to talk. I have yet to encounter them before though."

[3]

[The new additions has M1 working overtime. Between her own mission debriefing, she is being called via radio and sending maps and files to the other pilots and crew that temporarily joined. She is sitting in the Mess hall, with a full tilt helmet, dual wielding tablets and radios. She seems to have forgotten about the food in front. Bother or help?]
[identity profile] spiralribbon.livejournal.com
[1-Action| When everyone returns after AC4^2]

(Sky Eye)"White Chalice, This is ISAF flight of Five fighter and two support aircraft, requesting permission to land"

[After the Mechs landed, the corridor had to be opened for what could be described as an airshows worth of planes. The Tanker landed first, a plane described as a flying gas station. Next the AWACS, With a large Radar dish on top. The Escorts next, one after the other. Last two were the Expert Ace Galm One and the Smoldering Stealth of Mobius One. The Last two land with little trouble, despite the Wyvern losing a wing and use of tail.]

[2]  (Locked to Alexei Soras and Prime)

[Borrowing a make-ship debriefing area, the ISAF personnel are getting a briefing there new enemy, the Line Ark. Information is projected on the wall.]

(Sky Eye)"This machine is not like anything we've come across."

(M1)"Well, not what we previously come across, but I have seen similar machines here. I'll see if there willing to talk. I have yet to encounter them before though."

[3]

[The new additions has M1 working overtime. Between her own mission debriefing, she is being called via radio and sending maps and files to the other pilots and crew that temporarily joined. She is sitting in the Mess hall, with a full tilt helmet, dual wielding tablets and radios. She seems to have forgotten about the food in front. Bother or help?]

Rematch

Aug. 6th, 2012 08:25 pm
[identity profile] bottleofgundam.livejournal.com
[X-1 wasn't super damaged, but from the look on Kincaid's face, things on the last mission had not gone well.]

Dammit, it was like he was toying with us! I hope we run into him again. I'll be ready next time.

[To the Crossbone Vanguard.]

I think we need to double check our security. Has anyone gotten access on our files about the strengths of the Vanguard, on personnel files, or anything like that? This League business is making me more and more nervous.

Rematch

Aug. 6th, 2012 08:25 pm
[identity profile] bottleofgundam.livejournal.com
[X-1 wasn't super damaged, but from the look on Kincaid's face, things on the last mission had not gone well.]

Dammit, it was like he was toying with us! I hope we run into him again. I'll be ready next time.

[To the Crossbone Vanguard.]

I think we need to double check our security. Has anyone gotten access on our files about the strengths of the Vanguard, on personnel files, or anything like that? This League business is making me more and more nervous.
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I have to wonder... Who thought that using a sleeping chemical that only works on men is a good idea when you attack White Chalice? Half of the warriors here are female anyway...
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I have to wonder... Who thought that using a sleeping chemical that only works on men is a good idea when you attack White Chalice? Half of the warriors here are female anyway...
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((Backdated further because... it's a build up!))

(1)
[[Since MarKus's encounter and yelling at Ciel, he's been frustrated with her comments.  So, to distract himself from that, he's been working on music.  He can already rock guitar so... what about making up a song?  Well... he's going to try.  And slowly, it does kind of come together... at the cost of everyone else's ears and patience!]]

(2) [For any given part of the Multiversals sans Fate]
[[Now that MarKus has the song written in his head, he's pestering everyone else to play it!  Somewhere in his plan of attack is sticking Mobius One on rhythm guitar, Seiren on bass, and whichever of Setsuna or Yoshika can handle drums; namely Yoshika because they get along via Mio, and she is less busy being a Gundam]]

C'mon, it's not that hard... do it this way.  N-no that's not right.  Try this!

[[The complicated part of this exercise in patience is MarKus can't read, or write, sheet music (yet).  How much patience do you have?]]

(3)

[[Assumed he can coordinate everyone together, he brings the finished product, band and all, together, to Fate for the final draft! 

http://youtu.be/__3Rs4Kr4gA ]]

[[And MarKus is 500 kinds of excited for managing to pull it off!  Too bad he hasn't picked up any kind of tools the whole week!]]
[identity profile] 2hell-weride.livejournal.com
((Backdated further because... it's a build up!))

(1)
[[Since MarKus's encounter and yelling at Ciel, he's been frustrated with her comments.  So, to distract himself from that, he's been working on music.  He can already rock guitar so... what about making up a song?  Well... he's going to try.  And slowly, it does kind of come together... at the cost of everyone else's ears and patience!]]

(2) [For any given part of the Multiversals sans Fate]
[[Now that MarKus has the song written in his head, he's pestering everyone else to play it!  Somewhere in his plan of attack is sticking Mobius One on rhythm guitar, Seiren on bass, and whichever of Setsuna or Yoshika can handle drums; namely Yoshika because they get along via Mio, and she is less busy being a Gundam]]

C'mon, it's not that hard... do it this way.  N-no that's not right.  Try this!

[[The complicated part of this exercise in patience is MarKus can't read, or write, sheet music (yet).  How much patience do you have?]]

(3)

[[Assumed he can coordinate everyone together, he brings the finished product, band and all, together, to Fate for the final draft! 

http://youtu.be/__3Rs4Kr4gA ]]

[[And MarKus is 500 kinds of excited for managing to pull it off!  Too bad he hasn't picked up any kind of tools the whole week!]]
[identity profile] bottleofgundam.livejournal.com
With the Jupiter Empire stepping up their game, we can't delay anymore. I'm taking Tobia for a few days. We're gonna go undercover to Jupiter, see if we can't figure out where Crux Dogatie is. If everything goes according to plan, we'll be back before you make re-entry to Earth. If not, the Crossbone Vanguard has allies all over the place. We'll be able to hitch a ride back with someone and we'll meet up on Earth.

I'm gonna need some help from a few of you guys, though, to make it convincing.

[EDIT: Sure enough, the next day, Tobia flees the White Chalice in a "stolen" mobile suit, with Kincaid wearing fake burn scars all over his face lying in the back of the back of the cockpit. A squad of supposedly angry Chalice pilots chase them long enough to make it look real.]
[identity profile] bottleofgundam.livejournal.com
With the Jupiter Empire stepping up their game, we can't delay anymore. I'm taking Tobia for a few days. We're gonna go undercover to Jupiter, see if we can't figure out where Crux Dogatie is. If everything goes according to plan, we'll be back before you make re-entry to Earth. If not, the Crossbone Vanguard has allies all over the place. We'll be able to hitch a ride back with someone and we'll meet up on Earth.

I'm gonna need some help from a few of you guys, though, to make it convincing.

[EDIT: Sure enough, the next day, Tobia flees the White Chalice in a "stolen" mobile suit, with Kincaid wearing fake burn scars all over his face lying in the back of the back of the cockpit. A squad of supposedly angry Chalice pilots chase them long enough to make it look real.]
[identity profile] perfect-frost.livejournal.com
1) [Video]

[The video feed flickers to life on all available ship monitors; the camera is focused on one of many raised platforms in the hangar. After a few moments of non-movement, a woman almost too lovely to be real steps into view and centers herself on the platform. She turns and strikes a somewhat model-like pose that makes her appear sexy and relaxed, yet still comes off as natural. After a few moments to ascertain that the camera was working, she turned her gaze on the lens and smiled.]

Good afternoon, Chalice. My name is Ciel Auno, pilot of Desu Miki. As with many of your more recent arrivals, I am a member of Project PreDestiny; it was determined that I should join the efforts here on the Chalice in order to put my talents to more useful tasks than scouting missions and mock-battles with new recruits. I hope that our alliance is a fruitful one for both the Chalice and Fairy Park. [After a polite bow to the camera, the young woman continues.] Should you have need of me, I shall be in the hangars between 1600 and 1800, and will be available to talk with over the course of the next few days. If possible, I expect to see all other PreDestiny pilots at 1830 this evening. Until then; Ciao~

[And with that, the camera flickers off.]



2) [Between 1600 and 1800]

[Ciel is moving about the hangar, clucking her tongue thoughtfully as she looks over the other suits. Her eyes are filled with distant curiosity as she studies each one of them, noting the unique and interesting features when she sees them. At a sound behind her - a polite cough, a notably loud step, a shout from a stubbed toe, whatever - she turns and smiles genially.]

Lovely evening, isn't it. May I help you?




3) [Locked to PreDesu cast]

[Ciel glances over the array of girls before her with thoughtful eyes that flicker from one face to the next, sometimes pausing on one particular face, otherwise moving on to the next without comment. Her demeanor expresses mild disapproval for those girls in front of her with very rare exception, which is not uncommon; those who had ever had the misfortune of being her student might simply be relieved that she hadn't decided to humiliate one or another of the group yet.]

[After a few more moments of looking around, she sighs and places a hand on her hip. If you're familiar with Ciel, that's a good cue to brace yourself for the inevitable cold snap.] So, you're all I have to work with? Goodness, the Chalice's standards are lower than I'd expected. Though it seems your units are mostly intact; perhaps being thrown into the real world has forced you to mature? Or have the other pilots simply been pulling your weight for you?
[identity profile] perfect-frost.livejournal.com
1) [Video]

[The video feed flickers to life on all available ship monitors; the camera is focused on one of many raised platforms in the hangar. After a few moments of non-movement, a woman almost too lovely to be real steps into view and centers herself on the platform. She turns and strikes a somewhat model-like pose that makes her appear sexy and relaxed, yet still comes off as natural. After a few moments to ascertain that the camera was working, she turned her gaze on the lens and smiled.]

Good afternoon, Chalice. My name is Ciel Auno, pilot of Desu Miki. As with many of your more recent arrivals, I am a member of Project PreDestiny; it was determined that I should join the efforts here on the Chalice in order to put my talents to more useful tasks than scouting missions and mock-battles with new recruits. I hope that our alliance is a fruitful one for both the Chalice and Fairy Park. [After a polite bow to the camera, the young woman continues.] Should you have need of me, I shall be in the hangars between 1600 and 1800, and will be available to talk with over the course of the next few days. If possible, I expect to see all other PreDestiny pilots at 1830 this evening. Until then; Ciao~

[And with that, the camera flickers off.]



2) [Between 1600 and 1800]

[Ciel is moving about the hangar, clucking her tongue thoughtfully as she looks over the other suits. Her eyes are filled with distant curiosity as she studies each one of them, noting the unique and interesting features when she sees them. At a sound behind her - a polite cough, a notably loud step, a shout from a stubbed toe, whatever - she turns and smiles genially.]

Lovely evening, isn't it. May I help you?




3) [Locked to PreDesu cast]

[Ciel glances over the array of girls before her with thoughtful eyes that flicker from one face to the next, sometimes pausing on one particular face, otherwise moving on to the next without comment. Her demeanor expresses mild disapproval for those girls in front of her with very rare exception, which is not uncommon; those who had ever had the misfortune of being her student might simply be relieved that she hadn't decided to humiliate one or another of the group yet.]

[After a few more moments of looking around, she sighs and places a hand on her hip. If you're familiar with Ciel, that's a good cue to brace yourself for the inevitable cold snap.] So, you're all I have to work with? Goodness, the Chalice's standards are lower than I'd expected. Though it seems your units are mostly intact; perhaps being thrown into the real world has forced you to mature? Or have the other pilots simply been pulling your weight for you?
[identity profile] moonpiercedrill.livejournal.com
[Outside the Chalice, Gentarou's standing out on the deck, suited up in the Fourze uniform. Oh, sure, he's been into space PLENTY of times, but this is the first time he's done so in this fashion. So, here he is now. And for your listening pleasure:]

UCHUUUU KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
[identity profile] moonpiercedrill.livejournal.com
[Outside the Chalice, Gentarou's standing out on the deck, suited up in the Fourze uniform. Oh, sure, he's been into space PLENTY of times, but this is the first time he's done so in this fashion. So, here he is now. And for your listening pleasure:]

UCHUUUU KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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Millions are dead. A new war is starting. Just beautiful.

Is anyone deluded enough to think Zeon is all shiny, good and noble at this point?
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Millions are dead. A new war is starting. Just beautiful.

Is anyone deluded enough to think Zeon is all shiny, good and noble at this point?
[identity profile] spiralribbon.livejournal.com
[1]
[You hear something from the hanger, what sounds like the sweetest string of expletives you ever heard. I mean there is come impressive swearing there. What you find is Mobius one kicking the convertible cosmo grasper.]
"*Sound of soft spoken anger*"
[She looks over to the almost repaired wyvern longingly...]
"*More sounds of soft spoken rage*"

[2]
[Mobius one is in the communications center, She waits until the ship is in the right point over the earth.]
"Come on, someone be home..."
[Care to help in communications?]

[3]
[You see her at the gym. She looks black and blue, Literally! From her neck down you see what looks like dye up and down her.]
"What? I'm trying to keep my mind off things."
[A bit more believable, as she does not seem to notice that she is multicolored.]
"What are you looking at?"
[identity profile] spiralribbon.livejournal.com
[1]
[You hear something from the hanger, what sounds like the sweetest string of expletives you ever heard. I mean there is come impressive swearing there. What you find is Mobius one kicking the convertible cosmo grasper.]
"*Sound of soft spoken anger*"
[She looks over to the almost repaired wyvern longingly...]
"*More sounds of soft spoken rage*"

[2]
[Mobius one is in the communications center, She waits until the ship is in the right point over the earth.]
"Come on, someone be home..."
[Care to help in communications?]

[3]
[You see her at the gym. She looks black and blue, Literally! From her neck down you see what looks like dye up and down her.]
"What? I'm trying to keep my mind off things."
[A bit more believable, as she does not seem to notice that she is multicolored.]
"What are you looking at?"
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[personal profile] sunshine_maiden
[1 - Log | At the end of Colliding War Zones]
Cut for being depressed and length. )

[2]
[Sora returns from the fight with Zeon a broken wreck. Not so much the Itsuki, which is fine aside from some damage to one hand and to the Itsuki Tambourine. And physically, she was fine, if a little unsteady. Mentally, though, she's howling in despair, and as soon as the Itsuki's docked, she's moving as fast as she can to get out of the hangar, tears streaming down her face. She doesn't get far before she trips, her legs refusing to move again, and she's a sobbing mess in the middle of a hallway.]

[3]
[Some time after the team returns, Sora's gotten herself mostly calmed down, and is sitting somewhere she can look out into space. It's... calming, moreso than she expected, and her expression has faded into an empty look out the viewing window. But she's still very much on edge. She'll definitely hear you if you come up to her, and if you still manage to sneak up on her you'll scare her half to death. Do be careful~]
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[personal profile] sunshine_maiden
[1 - Log | At the end of Colliding War Zones]
Cut for being depressed and length. )

[2]
[Sora returns from the fight with Zeon a broken wreck. Not so much the Itsuki, which is fine aside from some damage to one hand and to the Itsuki Tambourine. And physically, she was fine, if a little unsteady. Mentally, though, she's howling in despair, and as soon as the Itsuki's docked, she's moving as fast as she can to get out of the hangar, tears streaming down her face. She doesn't get far before she trips, her legs refusing to move again, and she's a sobbing mess in the middle of a hallway.]

[3]
[Some time after the team returns, Sora's gotten herself mostly calmed down, and is sitting somewhere she can look out into space. It's... calming, moreso than she expected, and her expression has faded into an empty look out the viewing window. But she's still very much on edge. She'll definitely hear you if you come up to her, and if you still manage to sneak up on her you'll scare her half to death. Do be careful~]
[identity profile] a-human-work.livejournal.com
1.
[With the White Chalice finally in space, Michelle is walking around the observation deck. After following the curve of the bubble keeping the atmosphere in, her gaze falls on the sights outside the ship. The endless blackness interrupted by dots of light, the rocks and pieces of manmade metal just slowly gliding around and above all the tiny, blue and white orb below her.]

...It's a lot more impressive in reality than on tv.

2.
Determined
[Soccer, the most noble of games, full of tense drama, real and fake injuries and of course violent fans...actually, probably not a very noble game at all. Whether it is or not, it is what is happening in an unused storage room without artificial gravity. Wearing her pilot suit, complete with helmet, Michelle pushes off from the floor, heading straight towards the ball to kick it towards the goal at the other end of the field.]
[identity profile] a-human-work.livejournal.com
1.
[With the White Chalice finally in space, Michelle is walking around the observation deck. After following the curve of the bubble keeping the atmosphere in, her gaze falls on the sights outside the ship. The endless blackness interrupted by dots of light, the rocks and pieces of manmade metal just slowly gliding around and above all the tiny, blue and white orb below her.]

...It's a lot more impressive in reality than on tv.

2.
Determined
[Soccer, the most noble of games, full of tense drama, real and fake injuries and of course violent fans...actually, probably not a very noble game at all. Whether it is or not, it is what is happening in an unused storage room without artificial gravity. Wearing her pilot suit, complete with helmet, Michelle pushes off from the floor, heading straight towards the ball to kick it towards the goal at the other end of the field.]
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[1]

(Seiren is walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Today is special whether she thinks so or not. Today is her birthday. She hasn't been vocal about it but a few people have found out and possibly tried to spread the news. Wish Happy Birthday/Bother?)

[2] (Locked to Laura Ericks)

(Seiren pops into the kitchen with a slightly nervous look. Seiren looks around before spotting Laura and walking up to her.)

I hope that all this hasn't been too much trouble for you Laura.

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