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srwug_alpha_rp2013-02-14 11:41 pm
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03: Rebounding via Montage! The Light of a Brigadier's Nova Broadens Horizons!
[1]
[After the crushing of the Bandits in Fuso alongside Resnick, Mad Caine, Casshern, Sendou, and a proud Fighter of the Jersey Club, Matthew's Nova has been...trashed.
The armor plating has been battered and dinged, everything dented from some rather harsh impacts with the ground, and the the legs were done gored by a Robotic Bull.
It's just barely repairable. But it is.
Matthew thus has none of the despair of a Mechwarrior suddenly Dispossessed. As he sits by his mangled mech, he activates a holo on his tablet, manipulating icons with a light pen, sipping some tea, and pouring over a design of his Nova that is...intriguingly enhanced.
With the Logo of the Gurren Brigade stenciled across it's nose.
Eavesdropping and advice?]
[2]
[Long term repair work and epic upgrading aside, Matthew's going to need a backup mech to sortie in for the immediate future.
Pouring over the various unused mechs in the hanger, Matthew is...flummoxed.
Help him out?]
[3]
[Test Drive Time!
Over a stretch of land and on the decks of the White Chalice, Matthew tries out some Mecha to see which fit his piloting style the best!
Keep him from crashing?]
[4]
[Matthew's time on the White Chalice has taught him that it is possible to achieve the Impossible, with the right tools and determination!
But what does this mean for him? How should this revaluation shape and influence his life's path?
Matthew, yearning for advice, goes to seek out Warleader Kamina and/or Simon the Digger, the two being the closest expert on impossibilities that he knows of!
He may run into others?]
[After the crushing of the Bandits in Fuso alongside Resnick, Mad Caine, Casshern, Sendou, and a proud Fighter of the Jersey Club, Matthew's Nova has been...trashed.
The armor plating has been battered and dinged, everything dented from some rather harsh impacts with the ground, and the the legs were done gored by a Robotic Bull.
It's just barely repairable. But it is.
Matthew thus has none of the despair of a Mechwarrior suddenly Dispossessed. As he sits by his mangled mech, he activates a holo on his tablet, manipulating icons with a light pen, sipping some tea, and pouring over a design of his Nova that is...intriguingly enhanced.
With the Logo of the Gurren Brigade stenciled across it's nose.
Eavesdropping and advice?]
[2]
[Long term repair work and epic upgrading aside, Matthew's going to need a backup mech to sortie in for the immediate future.
Pouring over the various unused mechs in the hanger, Matthew is...flummoxed.
Help him out?]
[3]
[Test Drive Time!
Over a stretch of land and on the decks of the White Chalice, Matthew tries out some Mecha to see which fit his piloting style the best!
Keep him from crashing?]
[4]
[Matthew's time on the White Chalice has taught him that it is possible to achieve the Impossible, with the right tools and determination!
But what does this mean for him? How should this revaluation shape and influence his life's path?
Matthew, yearning for advice, goes to seek out Warleader Kamina and/or Simon the Digger, the two being the closest expert on impossibilities that he knows of!
He may run into others?]
no subject
[Mad blinks as the Beam Rifle meets deck plating. She sighs just shakes her head, the Lambda retrieving the weapon and putting it back into place.]
Lets avoid using weaponry that can carve through armor UNTIL you get the hang of this Matt. Seriously. Ayame'd be on both our asses if you punch a hole through something by accident.
[She picks out an MMP-80 and loads it with training rounds.]
Now... Be Careful.
no subject
"But fear not. I could hardly call myself a Clan Mechwarrior if I did not have the ability master strange new Battlemechs!"
This time, he aims the Dom's hand carefully, letting each mechanized finger roll delicately around the MMP-80, until a light chimes green, indicating a successful interface.
"Ah-ha!" He cries out. "That is the power of a trueborn!"
Who took 15 seconds to pick up a gun. Still, progress.
"Let us test this out on the range."
He turns about, trotting out the bay, gun barrel pointed upwards in a 'safe' position.