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[An open communication channel has contacted the Chalice! The video, while slightly grainy, shows an older man looking through the screen. When he speaks, his voice low and calming, somewhat like what you might expect an ideal politician to sound like.]

Greetings. I am Lord Ayman. I have contacted you this day as it has come to my knowledge that your operation is harboring a particular individual of interest to me and my people. I would like to propose a peaceful resolution to our conflict.

[The video changes to a still-image that looks like it was taken from a security feed. It shows Wendell, looking over his shoulder, heading into a warehouse. Ayman's voice continues over this image for a minute before switching back to a live feed.]

This man, whom you know by the name Wendell, has stolen vital equipment from me. The machine he has been rampaging about is stolen property, and I need it back promptly. This individual is also a wanted person for a multitude of other severe crimes. I understand that you will be reluctant to hand over someone so seemingly harmless, but I warn you that Wendell is a devious liar and notorious thief.

To further entice you, there is a reward offered for his return. I look forward to doing business with you.
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1)  [Hangar.]

[There seems to be a curious amount of ruckus coming from a section of the hangar. Around the back where 'projects' and the sort usually take place. Anyone who investigates would find an odd looking Zaku with several sections missing armor... and those sections happen to look far more complicated than one would expect. Additionally, there was the even MORE disassembled form of the Ares Gear close by, as well as several seemingly spare parts sitting around outside of it.]

[The Cockpit was open, Mad leaning out of it slightly to yell down at the Mechanics... and anyone within earshot]

OKAY! I'M TURNING THIS THING ON! EVERYONE STAND BACK!

[There was a massive thrum.]

Generator one! Clear...Generator two! Clear.... Generator three! Clear!

[The Zaku... if it could even be called that anymore was coming to life. The monoeye flaring brightly.]

HahahaAHAHAHA! YEEEES!

[Mad's going to arm-pump triumphantly here. Say a few words?]


2) [Outside the Chalice]

[Mad's been taking her newly built machine out for a test run, so far so good. But one cannot find out the limits of a machine by small tests alone. ]

Alright! You ready?

[Which is why she's asked you for a practice battle. It'll give her some info on how her 'baby' is going so far.]


3) [Mess Hall]

[After the massive amounts of testing she's put her heavily modified Zaku through, Mad's taking a break in the Mess Hall. Not really kicking it back and relaxing though. If anything she's.... working on her math? Huh. Oh, she's also keeping a small list of things she's learned through trial and error with her new machine next to her. There are several question marks next to the entries. Problems to be solved as she continues to tinker with it.]

[Talk to her?]

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[1A]

Turning and turning in the widening gyre, Dr Zero's Stalker birds hear her. Their eyes were sharp in life, and in stalkerhood are even sharper, with little HUDs over their vision. They wing over the snow with slow flaps and the whirring of their machinery, looking over the desolation for the tread of the metal giants, human boots or snowshoes. Looking for Cynthia Lane, who she'd never have guessed would be a kidnapped maiden. But victimhood was never a personality flaw, she begins to realize.

[1B]

Back on the Chalice, she's in the hangar wearing a helmet which covers her head. Thick cords extend back into Shortening Of The Way. She moves her hands and whispers almost inaudible things, like some sybill in a holy trance.

[2]

Eventually she gives up too and tells the birds to return home, removes the helm. Her green hair is plastered to her head with its weight and her sweat. It's exhausting inhabiting the manic, snacksies oriented brain of a bird for any length of time. And they're moving west now, away from the boondocks of Siberia.

[3]

She goes to the kitchen to fix herself something that will pick her up. It's three twenty one, AM.
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[1]

Everyone, there is something you should all see.

[The nearest video screen starts displaying footage - a ruined, desolated area, suddenly engulfed by something that creates a massive visual distortion. It's almost like an explosion, but explosions go "boom" once and then they're gone. This just stays.]

I don't know exactly what happened yet, but I know where - Gucun. The whole state was affected, and we can't establish any contact with them anymore!


We're too close not to investigate. Everyone, stay alert and ready for anything - it could be the alien invaders returning with an experimental weapon for all we know. If that's the case, they will still be in the area.

White Chalice is expected to arrive in 24 hours.

[2]
[Combat log, frontdated to about a day after prompt 1]

[As White Chalice nears Gucun territory, the distortion is still there. It's like a huge irregular dome surrounding the whole State, the level of destruction and ruin on its borders even higher than the already-high Gucun average.

Only when White Chalice nears closer does something happen - and how! The huge barrier shimmers, weakening rapidly and disappearing, and the ship immediately comes under attack!]


Unidentified hostiles are approaching! They're like Combat Frames but we don't have them in the database! Someone please sortie before they sink the Chalice!

Enemy descriptions! )

[Enemies are not ridiculously powerful individually, but their number is large and they are well-coordinated and work together. React quickly before you get swarmed and overwhelmed!]

[2a]
[Combat log, and direct continuation of prompt 2]

"White Chalice? Are you White Chalice? Respond and identify yourselves!"

[While combat continues, suddenly reinforcements arrive! Same unit types as above, only the new guys side with you and attack the enemy!]

"This is State of Gucun Border Patrol. You are under attack by insurgents - allow us to help!"
[identity profile] paradigmstop.livejournal.com
The bar wasn't exactly Paradigm standards, but it would do. Roger knew all about the recent terrible trauma and bad stuff that had happened to Mad, had been told about her recent attempts to kill both herself and others, and the unfortunate fate of her black and yellow Dom, Maria.

Roger was a smart man, though. He knew it was not ever a wise choice to try to negotiate with a party that was irritated or upset unless there was no choice in it, so he waited a bit before talking with Mad. He was still in the waiting phase, letting her cool down and solidify back into a person, when the idea came to him that maybe she would want a little help cooling down.

It was with that idea that he found himself seated at the bar, motioning for the barkeep.

[OOC:Mad should come in after the first thing is set and the plot point is established. That will happen in a separate thread.]
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[So thanks to a certain aspiring scientist, Pit has discovered the magic of... videogames! (Insert dramatic sound here). It's not hard to guess he's going to take to them like a fish to water...

1

[...so some time later you might find him in a corridor, talking loudly to a portable console]

...come on, Snuggles! sit! Sit! No, wait! I have treats! [The virtual pet, instead, decides to go away. Pit slumps his shoulders] Awww...
I guess pets really aren't your thing?
[Pit hangs his head even lower for a bit before shaking it and turning the console off, and putting in another game.]
Bah, whatever, that game was stupid and I didn't really want to play it anyway!
Suuuuure...
[He looks over the borrowed games] Let's see what else is here...

2

[Some time later, if you happen to pass by Pit's room, you'll find the door is open, and that he's managed to get ahold of an old console and connected it to the TV, and is playing it enthusiastically. More interesting, however, is that he's not playing alone - there's a beautiful, unknown greenhaired woman in a white dress holding the second controller.

And, from the sounds coming out of the room, apparently schooling his ass into next week.]

Oh come ON! You're totally watching my side of the screen! How did you even know I was there?
Oh, don't be a sore loser, Pit. It's just a game. [Her smile, however, expresses her satisfaction at winning pretty visibly]
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Due to heavy repairs on Big O, Roger has been spending a lot of the down-time trying to research things about places that were not Paradigm City in hopes of finding some trace of the Union in somewhere else's history. He's been idling in three places, mostly:

[1] The mess hall, with reading material and notebooks full of frustrated scribbles. He was no historian, he was a Negotiator, and Negotiators never had to do this kind of work. He hadn't written this much note-work since he was in the Military Police school. He might call you over to his table, to ask you about your former residences and the history thereof?

[2] The library, searching for more of those reading materials, starting mostly with encyclopedias to get a broader sense of the rest of the world and volumes of designs of mobile suits and other giant robots to see if any of them had Big units in them. Still, research was not his thing, and he was sort of defeatist about it. Maybe you know where to find the book he's looking for?

[3] The hangar, watching the engineers and their banefully-slow repair work. "Your Big O is a different era of technology," they told him. "It takes time to reverse-engineer stuff nobody has seen since forever." Blah blah shut up, Norman would have had Big O sparkling like a diamond in less than three days. Irritated, he massages the space between his eyes more often than not. Is your mech being fixed or something, too?
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Due to heavy repairs on Big O, Roger has been spending a lot of the down-time trying to research things about places that were not Paradigm City in hopes of finding some trace of the Union in somewhere else's history. He's been idling in three places, mostly:

[1] The mess hall, with reading material and notebooks full of frustrated scribbles. He was no historian, he was a Negotiator, and Negotiators never had to do this kind of work. He hadn't written this much note-work since he was in the Military Police school. He might call you over to his table, to ask you about your former residences and the history thereof?

[2] The library, searching for more of those reading materials, starting mostly with encyclopedias to get a broader sense of the rest of the world and volumes of designs of mobile suits and other giant robots to see if any of them had Big units in them. Still, research was not his thing, and he was sort of defeatist about it. Maybe you know where to find the book he's looking for?

[3] The hangar, watching the engineers and their banefully-slow repair work. "Your Big O is a different era of technology," they told him. "It takes time to reverse-engineer stuff nobody has seen since forever." Blah blah shut up, Norman would have had Big O sparkling like a diamond in less than three days. Irritated, he massages the space between his eyes more often than not. Is your mech being fixed or something, too?
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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.
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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.
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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!]]
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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!]]

Q&A time?

Aug. 19th, 2012 01:27 pm
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[Action and/or text]

After the mission, after Ranna has time to assess casualty and damage reports, she will be at the mess hall, and opens up a network feed as well.

"My initial assessment of only Jade Falcons following us is obviously in err. As such, there are much more about the Inner Sphere than just the Clans that you all should know about. If you have any questions about the Inner Sphere, the Clans, the Word of Blake, or ourselves, I am here to answer your questions.

I was busy the past weeks handling logistics issues that we have had since arriving on Terra, and as such did not speak much to most of you, I do apologise for that."

She has a stack of files and a portable computer unit with her.

Q&A time?

Aug. 19th, 2012 01:27 pm
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[Action and/or text]

After the mission, after Ranna has time to assess casualty and damage reports, she will be at the mess hall, and opens up a network feed as well.

"My initial assessment of only Jade Falcons following us is obviously in err. As such, there are much more about the Inner Sphere than just the Clans that you all should know about. If you have any questions about the Inner Sphere, the Clans, the Word of Blake, or ourselves, I am here to answer your questions.

I was busy the past weeks handling logistics issues that we have had since arriving on Terra, and as such did not speak much to most of you, I do apologise for that."

She has a stack of files and a portable computer unit with her.

World News

Aug. 18th, 2012 10:33 pm
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[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
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[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!"
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[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?]
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[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?]
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Paradigm city had shrunk in the distance behind him as he trudged forward in Big O. The city that had lost its memories, that had tried so hard to keep them lost, was now just a speck on the horizon. He and Big O had seen perhaps too much in recent past, but there were too many questions unanswered. He'd resolved to himself, and it seemed that Big O approved. When they set out, Norman promised to tend to his home until he returned, and R Dorothy promised she would come after she finished helping Norman prepare for Roger's long vacation.

Here and there, bits and pieces of what perhaps used to be cities or settlements littered the open land. Now and again he'd stumble across what looked like parts of other Megadeuses, though with designs he'd never seen. The first thing he came across that was alive, however, was a huge mechanical flying object over what appeared to be a still-inhabited city, complete with buildings and vehicles. The... floating city bit raised his eyebros for him. How could it fly without propellers? It must be involved with the Union somehow. The Black Megadeus approached the city, lumbering forward steadily. He'd fought plenty of other mechanical opponents, but this was not something he knew how to fight, save for "Punch it until it blows up." Maybe it would not come to that.

Surely he'd be picked up on scanners or screens of some sort, if not just seen by the naked eye.
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Paradigm city had shrunk in the distance behind him as he trudged forward in Big O. The city that had lost its memories, that had tried so hard to keep them lost, was now just a speck on the horizon. He and Big O had seen perhaps too much in recent past, but there were too many questions unanswered. He'd resolved to himself, and it seemed that Big O approved. When they set out, Norman promised to tend to his home until he returned, and R Dorothy promised she would come after she finished helping Norman prepare for Roger's long vacation.

Here and there, bits and pieces of what perhaps used to be cities or settlements littered the open land. Now and again he'd stumble across what looked like parts of other Megadeuses, though with designs he'd never seen. The first thing he came across that was alive, however, was a huge mechanical flying object over what appeared to be a still-inhabited city, complete with buildings and vehicles. The... floating city bit raised his eyebros for him. How could it fly without propellers? It must be involved with the Union somehow. The Black Megadeus approached the city, lumbering forward steadily. He'd fought plenty of other mechanical opponents, but this was not something he knew how to fight, save for "Punch it until it blows up." Maybe it would not come to that.

Surely he'd be picked up on scanners or screens of some sort, if not just seen by the naked eye.

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