Talking to the DC

[srwuga_mods]

People of the White Chalice. This is Dr. Bian Zoldark of the Divine Crusaders. I have a few things I'd like to explain to you.

First and foremost, we did attack you this day with the intention of capturing a dangerous alien artifact - your warship, which you call the White Chalice. At the same time, we came across a task force from our enemies, Adventus, who were seeking to destroy it. After the initial confusion, though, two things became apparent - you fight like demons, and you made a good faith effort to talk things out with my men first. They followed orders, and you reacted accordingly, but the fact remains that I now think we can work together, especially since we have a common enemy - one who managed to tear the hell out of my best work and still escape easily, at that.

I'll be coming aboard to speak to your...ship's...artificial intelligence and its captain. I'll be happy to answer any questions about the DC or Adventus, as well. Just don't try anything rash, or Dr. Shirakawa and my friends on the Macht will be happy to start things up again.

[Final boss of SRW2, in your base talking to your dudes. This post is open for replies, not a cutscene. Also, as a reminder, this is a mission where you can make action posts backdated to during it if you wish. We won't be putting up a big log as we did for Broken Wings, but if you wish to make your own post fighting DC or Adventus troops, see the debrief here.]

Talking to the DC

[srwuga_mods]

People of the White Chalice. This is Dr. Bian Zoldark of the Divine Crusaders. I have a few things I'd like to explain to you.

First and foremost, we did attack you this day with the intention of capturing a dangerous alien artifact - your warship, which you call the White Chalice. At the same time, we came across a task force from our enemies, Adventus, who were seeking to destroy it. After the initial confusion, though, two things became apparent - you fight like demons, and you made a good faith effort to talk things out with my men first. They followed orders, and you reacted accordingly, but the fact remains that I now think we can work together, especially since we have a common enemy - one who managed to tear the hell out of my best work and still escape easily, at that.

I'll be coming aboard to speak to your...ship's...artificial intelligence and its captain. I'll be happy to answer any questions about the DC or Adventus, as well. Just don't try anything rash, or Dr. Shirakawa and my friends on the Macht will be happy to start things up again.

[Final boss of SRW2, in your base talking to your dudes. This post is open for replies, not a cutscene. Also, as a reminder, this is a mission where you can make action posts backdated to during it if you wish. We won't be putting up a big log as we did for Broken Wings, but if you wish to make your own post fighting DC or Adventus troops, see the debrief here.]

Ninth Light

[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

[In the wake of the most recent mission, you'll find a disheartening sight if you enter the hangar.  The HK-1138' Corona lies in a crumpled, ruined heap off in a side designated for unsalvagable wrecks, the entire machine nearly split in twain height-wise, a huge chunk of it just fucking gone.  Those parts from before?  Yeah, phoney.  All of them.  Danconias-Phillips imitation parts and completely incompatible.  You didn't actually think they'd HELP Julia, did you?]

Come on... move... move!

[And elsewhere in the hangar, Julia has been trying as hard as she can to use other machines.  Knightmare Frames.  Mobile Suits.  Everything and anything that currently isn't claimed by someone else just so no stone was unturned.  But it's all for naught.  Her hands fly wildly and clumsily at the controls.  It takes all of her willpower and focus to just a machine to stumble awkwardly forward, and all too often her machine stumbles and falls.  And finally after one failure too many...

[Well, everyone has a breaking point and Julia's just hit hers.]

I can't...

I can't pilot anymore...

Ninth Light

[curseu-reflexes.livejournal.com]

[In the wake of the most recent mission, you'll find a disheartening sight if you enter the hangar.  The HK-1138' Corona lies in a crumpled, ruined heap off in a side designated for unsalvagable wrecks, the entire machine nearly split in twain height-wise, a huge chunk of it just fucking gone.  Those parts from before?  Yeah, phoney.  All of them.  Danconias-Phillips imitation parts and completely incompatible.  You didn't actually think they'd HELP Julia, did you?]

Come on... move... move!

[And elsewhere in the hangar, Julia has been trying as hard as she can to use other machines.  Knightmare Frames.  Mobile Suits.  Everything and anything that currently isn't claimed by someone else just so no stone was unturned.  But it's all for naught.  Her hands fly wildly and clumsily at the controls.  It takes all of her willpower and focus to just a machine to stumble awkwardly forward, and all too often her machine stumbles and falls.  And finally after one failure too many...

[Well, everyone has a breaking point and Julia's just hit hers.]

I can't...

I can't pilot anymore...