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[Network:]

[The voice is small, barely above a whisper. She's hoarse and exhausted from the battle.] Hello everyone. I am Doctor Oenone Zero, of the Green Storm ressurection corps. I want to give my most heartfelt thanks to everyone who just assisted me in the defense of the village of Seahaven and to the crew of this...landship for allowing me to stay here for a bit. I was cut off from any backup. If you hadn't shown up...I, I don't know what would've happened. That town woud have been demolished for materials to build Springwheeled even larger and its people made into slaves to work in the town's guts.

In case you've never seen one before, that was a Mobile City. Most of them survive by catching and "devouring" other mobile cities and static settlements. That was only a middling sized one, not one of the big urbivores, so if you hear of one in the area, be very careful.

My stalker squad is with me as well. Those are the five cyborg-creatures, each around eight feet tall. While they're fearsome in battle and they look rather scary, don't be scared of them. They can't move while they're switched off and even if they weren't, they need an operator to give them commands.

As a surgeon-mechanic of the ressurections corps, I am qualified to install, build and maintain any kind of prosthetic. If you should ever need that kind of help, please don't hesitate to contact me.

[Action:]

The woman who sent the distress signal is small and slight, with dyed green hair. She wears a worn uniform, with a green lightning bolt on one tricep and a grinning death's head with a cyborg eye on the other. You can find her one of several places on the chalice:

1: Right after the mission and transferring Wendell to someone who can help him, rather than merely stabilize his conditions, she stumbles out of her airship, exhausted, tears staining her cheeks. Battle doesn't agree with her, it seems. She'd thought she was dead several times over.

2: Reassuring her birds. Their feathers are mixed with the metallic and their gears whine and click when they move, but they hop and move like living birds and seem to respond to her attention, becoming visibly less agitated.

3: The next day, in the hangar bay, repairing her stalkers. Two of the mechanical men are badly smashed. Their innards show, a grotesque and Gigerian internal diorama of metal and long since mummified insides, commingled and connected. But as she connects one thing, screws something else back in, their eyes glow again, red like demons.

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[Network:]

[The voice is small, barely above a whisper. She's hoarse and exhausted from the battle.] Hello everyone. I am Doctor Oenone Zero, of the Green Storm ressurection corps. I want to give my most heartfelt thanks to everyone who just assisted me in the defense of the village of Seahaven and to the crew of this...landship for allowing me to stay here for a bit. I was cut off from any backup. If you hadn't shown up...I, I don't know what would've happened. That town woud have been demolished for materials to build Springwheeled even larger and its people made into slaves to work in the town's guts.

In case you've never seen one before, that was a Mobile City. Most of them survive by catching and "devouring" other mobile cities and static settlements. That was only a middling sized one, not one of the big urbivores, so if you hear of one in the area, be very careful.

My stalker squad is with me as well. Those are the five cyborg-creatures, each around eight feet tall. While they're fearsome in battle and they look rather scary, don't be scared of them. They can't move while they're switched off and even if they weren't, they need an operator to give them commands.

As a surgeon-mechanic of the ressurections corps, I am qualified to install, build and maintain any kind of prosthetic. If you should ever need that kind of help, please don't hesitate to contact me.

[Action:]

The woman who sent the distress signal is small and slight, with dyed green hair. She wears a worn uniform, with a green lightning bolt on one tricep and a grinning death's head with a cyborg eye on the other. You can find her one of several places on the chalice:

1: Right after the mission and transferring Wendell to someone who can help him, rather than merely stabilize his conditions, she stumbles out of her airship, exhausted, tears staining her cheeks. Battle doesn't agree with her, it seems. She'd thought she was dead several times over.

2: Reassuring her birds. Their feathers are mixed with the metallic and their gears whine and click when they move, but they hop and move like living birds and seem to respond to her attention, becoming visibly less agitated.

3: The next day, in the hangar bay, repairing her stalkers. Two of the mechanical men are badly smashed. Their innards show, a grotesque and Gigerian internal diorama of metal and long since mummified insides, commingled and connected. But as she connects one thing, screws something else back in, their eyes glow again, red like demons.

What a pile of junk!

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Cynthia can be found in the Hangar, almost skipping. She'd found a new toy, and despite the best efforts of one Setsuna F. Seiei, managed to capture the machine mostly intact. Now she just needed to find a mechanic willing to work on the outdated, yet still very viable machine....

[The http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/MSM-04G_Juaggu is currently missing its trunk, which seems to have had  some kind of flamethrower weapon installed in it. Other than mechanics, people with mook suits (I'm looking at you, Bernie and Luger) are free to approach, she may be willing to share her prize.]

What a pile of junk!

[g4merqu33n.livejournal.com]

Cynthia can be found in the Hangar, almost skipping. She'd found a new toy, and despite the best efforts of one Setsuna F. Seiei, managed to capture the machine mostly intact. Now she just needed to find a mechanic willing to work on the outdated, yet still very viable machine....

[The http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/MSM-04G_Juaggu is currently missing its trunk, which seems to have had  some kind of flamethrower weapon installed in it. Other than mechanics, people with mook suits (I'm looking at you, Bernie and Luger) are free to approach, she may be willing to share her prize.]

Tests and Memories

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[1]

Tsukasa had been setting up targets on deck, wanting to try out a couple of the new cards he had managed to procure. Setting up the large target, he transformed and stepped back several paces before holding up the first card. Slotting it in, he closed the buckle.

[Attackride: Street Saber Strike]

Drawing the Ridebooker, he shot forward, a path of gold forming as he blazed forward on a sliding motion. One slash, two, three! And he passed by the target as it fell to pieces.

"Better get a new target..."


[2]

Okay this target should hold up. Holding up the new card from Frank, he slotted it in and it whined in activation.

[Attackride: Javelin Finish!]

Holding up his hand, a large javelin appeared in the shape of Frank's own weapon. Throwing it at the target, it pierced through as he hefted the RideBooker with the other and fired. Instead of bullets, a salvo of missiles shot out and pulverized the javelin, making it explode into shards, and tearing the target into pieces.

"Frank... thanks."


[3]

Tsukasa's taking coffee in the cafeteria right now, his feet propped up on the table as a slew of pictures of Frank were all strewn across it. Matching them were also very clear images of Ryo as well. He seemed to be thinking about the two, the memory of Frank dying a major part of his thoughts as he sipped coffee.

Tests and Memories

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

[1]

Tsukasa had been setting up targets on deck, wanting to try out a couple of the new cards he had managed to procure. Setting up the large target, he transformed and stepped back several paces before holding up the first card. Slotting it in, he closed the buckle.

[Attackride: Street Saber Strike]

Drawing the Ridebooker, he shot forward, a path of gold forming as he blazed forward on a sliding motion. One slash, two, three! And he passed by the target as it fell to pieces.

"Better get a new target..."


[2]

Okay this target should hold up. Holding up the new card from Frank, he slotted it in and it whined in activation.

[Attackride: Javelin Finish!]

Holding up his hand, a large javelin appeared in the shape of Frank's own weapon. Throwing it at the target, it pierced through as he hefted the RideBooker with the other and fired. Instead of bullets, a salvo of missiles shot out and pulverized the javelin, making it explode into shards, and tearing the target into pieces.

"Frank... thanks."


[3]

Tsukasa's taking coffee in the cafeteria right now, his feet propped up on the table as a slew of pictures of Frank were all strewn across it. Matching them were also very clear images of Ryo as well. He seemed to be thinking about the two, the memory of Frank dying a major part of his thoughts as he sipped coffee.

Fourth Minute

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[Honestly, with the death of Frank and another fresh reminder of Ryo and the overall turnover rate for Fafner pilots preceding him, Kazuki had thought he would be feeling more depressed then he actually was.  Especially since he was reading over the combat logs for Ryo and Frank's missions; the triumphs, the setbacks, the defeats, even their deaths.  It took the better part of the day, complete with him looking them over during meals or while doing laundry or whatever, but when it was finally all done he looked... refreshed, not sad.]

Living your life like that...

[He can't help but chuckle.]

And all this time the driving factor for me's just been guilt.  It's about time I change that.

Fourth Minute

[possibly-here.livejournal.com]

[Honestly, with the death of Frank and another fresh reminder of Ryo and the overall turnover rate for Fafner pilots preceding him, Kazuki had thought he would be feeling more depressed then he actually was.  Especially since he was reading over the combat logs for Ryo and Frank's missions; the triumphs, the setbacks, the defeats, even their deaths.  It took the better part of the day, complete with him looking them over during meals or while doing laundry or whatever, but when it was finally all done he looked... refreshed, not sad.]

Living your life like that...

[He can't help but chuckle.]

And all this time the driving factor for me's just been guilt.  It's about time I change that.

Road trip

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I've been investigating Sage's last words. We managed to get a brief connection with an old spy satellite that still works on and off and we've picked up unusual readings at the coordinates he gave us. I'm going to send The Tower. With the help of Ms. Ericks, we should be able to make it there within three days. I could use a few experts to help out.

[IC Sign up! Don't respond unless you're on the Still Not Safe finale as a member or backup, or there's an obvious reason why Hayato would tell you to fuck off.]

Road trip

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I've been investigating Sage's last words. We managed to get a brief connection with an old spy satellite that still works on and off and we've picked up unusual readings at the coordinates he gave us. I'm going to send The Tower. With the help of Ms. Ericks, we should be able to make it there within three days. I could use a few experts to help out.

[IC Sign up! Don't respond unless you're on the Still Not Safe finale as a member or backup, or there's an obvious reason why Hayato would tell you to fuck off.]

[Battle Mode 0008] | [VICTORY~!]

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[It was getting to be a regular sight, after Rinon sortied, to see her upset and/or angry, with Gun Sniper being in some level or other of disrepair. So it might surprise a number of you, today, to see her strutting through the halls, quite pleased with herself.

[Now, you might wonder, why was she pleased with herself? Well, you won't be wondering for long, because Rinon is telling anyone who'd listen (and quite a few who wouldn't, but got cornered by her anyway) how awesome she'd been in the last battle. Not only had her Gun Sniper come away with barely a scratch (although there was quite a bit of mud from the wet sand that had to be cleaned), but she'd also gotten a kill AND been quite useful in keeping the giants at bay with her artillery.

[Unfortunately, she just spotted you, and you're the newest victim of her bragging person who gets to hear of her exploits.]

[Battle Mode 0008] | [VICTORY~!]

[sniper-luver.livejournal.com]

[It was getting to be a regular sight, after Rinon sortied, to see her upset and/or angry, with Gun Sniper being in some level or other of disrepair. So it might surprise a number of you, today, to see her strutting through the halls, quite pleased with herself.

[Now, you might wonder, why was she pleased with herself? Well, you won't be wondering for long, because Rinon is telling anyone who'd listen (and quite a few who wouldn't, but got cornered by her anyway) how awesome she'd been in the last battle. Not only had her Gun Sniper come away with barely a scratch (although there was quite a bit of mud from the wet sand that had to be cleaned), but she'd also gotten a kill AND been quite useful in keeping the giants at bay with her artillery.

[Unfortunately, she just spotted you, and you're the newest victim of her bragging person who gets to hear of her exploits.]

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[Wendell's in the hospital ward. Again. His sleep was peacefully black and empty, up until the last hour before he awoke. Anyone checking in on him around then, medical staff or otherwise, would find him restlessly tossing about as if in a nightmare. Vague, unsettling and paranoid thoughts and images haunted Wendell until he physically jolted awake. He awoke with such force that he literally fell out of the bed. It took Wendell a moment to realize where he was, and only a moment longer for nausea to overwhelm him. Luckily, he finds a trash bucket just in time to retch up an disturbing black substance into it.]

[[OOC: Tag him now or later when he's feeling better~]]

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[Wendell's in the hospital ward. Again. His sleep was peacefully black and empty, up until the last hour before he awoke. Anyone checking in on him around then, medical staff or otherwise, would find him restlessly tossing about as if in a nightmare. Vague, unsettling and paranoid thoughts and images haunted Wendell until he physically jolted awake. He awoke with such force that he literally fell out of the bed. It took Wendell a moment to realize where he was, and only a moment longer for nausea to overwhelm him. Luckily, he finds a trash bucket just in time to retch up an disturbing black substance into it.]

[[OOC: Tag him now or later when he's feeling better~]]

Strength to Evolve

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[1] [Video]

(Tatsu appears on the screen with sunglasses on. It looks like she found a pair of sunglasses that Kamina left behind and liked them. She has a determined look on her face.)

Tatsu want to be stronger. So Tatsu ask lounge to help Tatsu become strong. Tatsu want to test strength. Tatsu be in hangar. Any who wish to aid Tatsu come forth.

[2]
(As she said you will find Tatsu in the hangar. Tatsu is standing proudly in the open cockpit of the Strayed.)

Tatsu ready whenever.

Strength to Evolve

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[1] [Video]

(Tatsu appears on the screen with sunglasses on. It looks like she found a pair of sunglasses that Kamina left behind and liked them. She has a determined look on her face.)

Tatsu want to be stronger. So Tatsu ask lounge to help Tatsu become strong. Tatsu want to test strength. Tatsu be in hangar. Any who wish to aid Tatsu come forth.

[2]
(As she said you will find Tatsu in the hangar. Tatsu is standing proudly in the open cockpit of the Strayed.)

Tatsu ready whenever.

Suborder:Patrol

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[It took two months but at last Nebula was finally back in one piece. Not one to just sit around complacent Miki took the iDOL out on a simple patrol around the area to test out if it was performing at 100%. The results were...less than satisfactory.]

I guess those wounds still aren't healed huh Nebula.

[Accompany her on the patrol/Fail Try to convince her to change her mind about killing Imber?]

Suborder:Patrol

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[It took two months but at last Nebula was finally back in one piece. Not one to just sit around complacent Miki took the iDOL out on a simple patrol around the area to test out if it was performing at 100%. The results were...less than satisfactory.]

I guess those wounds still aren't healed huh Nebula.

[Accompany her on the patrol/Fail Try to convince her to change her mind about killing Imber?]