Late Gundam to the party. Blame his landing trajectory

[tad_overkill]

Trowa Barton had thought about covertly joining the Chalice crew, but  at the last moment thought better of it.  He was within range before he made the call keeping the line secure.

His mission after all would be carried out easier if he managed to get aboard.  "White Chalice, this is the Gundam Heavy Arms requesting to come aboard."


Later the tall lanky pilot could be found wondering the halls of the ship, it wasn't that different from some of the places he'd been, and for now the Gundam was stored away, he could figure out how to carry out his orders, and maybe check on the other two pilots that had come to earth in the operation.  

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[hashtag_winner]

"Um..."

Quatre, still very new on board the Chalice, was still making the rounds on the ship and learning as much as he could about the people and the day to day operations. His intent was to get to know everyone and be as helpful as he could while he traveled with the crew, and he was confident that he would be able to follow his orders without any problem.

His current quest, however, was a little more personal. He wasn't sure that he would find what he was looking for, but he still had to try.

At the sight of the stranger, he couldn't help but try to speak up.

"Hello!"

[tad_overkill]

Trowa smiled a little at the smaller blond with his greeting. He could play nice if he wanted to, and these people were able to help him with his mission so there was no need to be rude.

"Hi." Oh, man of many words here.

[hashtag_winner]

He smiled and drew closer to the stranger, stopping a polite distance away before speaking.

"Do you need help finding anything? I might be able to help."

[tad_overkill]

Trowa was glad he stayed back a little.

"Actually, I'm trying to find the first officer. Got turned around in the hangar." The kid didn't seem like a threat at least.

[hominilupusinexilio]

The much larger mechwarrior looked up from systems checking (read: listening to Mussorgsky and enjoying some hot tea that was Irished (Russian'd?) up with some of Adette's vodka) at the new mech in town. That autocannon looked a little unbalanced, but it seemed to follow design principles he could at least understand. Of course, that was assuming it wasn't powered by love or something. He'd never favored autocannons but he at least knew how they worked, had fired and been fired upon by them.

He climbed down from the cockpit of his birdlike mech to greet the new guy.

"Those are a lot of autocannons. How do you keep from running dry on ammo?"

He didn't, of course.

[tad_overkill]

"I finish the fight before that happens." Trowa's words were low, but he was loud enough to be heard.

And at least that was the theory, he had yet to be in any serious skirmish. "Is yours any good?" He was curious because it didn't look like it would hold up in a fight... At least in the teen's eyes.

[hominilupusinexilio]

Resnick's laugh was like a bark, naturally. "That is a good philosophy if you are fighting the way we do in the Clans. Here on Terra, however, I have seen less honorable opponents throw waves of cannon fodder at a superior mechwarrior simply to exhaust their stores."

Oh you done did it now, Trowa. Brace for tl;dr.

"The Timber Wolf is one of our top heavy omnimechs. It has twenty eight tons of pod space for weapons or additional equipment. In my current configuration I have a cluster of five extended range medium lasers in the left arm, ten machine guns in the right, two long rang missile racks in the shoulder pods, mounting a ton each of regular, inferno and FASCAM munitions, four jump jets in the torso and a MASC system for short sprints. It also features CASE to safeguard against ammo explosions and handholds to transport battle armor."

He beams with pride as if he built the damn thing himself.

[tad_overkill]

"Just means you need more fire power to take them down."

He nodded and did give a small grin, it was obvious this pilot took pride in his machine. "It will be good fighting on your side then."

[no_wan_no_life]

[How very suspicious! Or at least, the pilot of an oversized blue-colored jet fighter that is on patrol around the Chalice finds it suspicious enough.]

Gundam Heavy Arms, please state your goal and mission.

[tad_overkill]

I'm from the colonies and I wish to join your crew. [Well it wasn't a lie at least. With what he had heard about them, the ship would be the best way to hide his gundam while carrying out his mission]

[no_wan_no_life]

I see. Please come on board.

[Very suspicious. Lan will have to make sure to keep an eye out on this guy, and make sure he's not a spy. So she will approach this task with utmost subtlety.]

You are not a spy, are you?

[tad_overkill]

Thank you ma'am. [Because he's not sure if she's a flight officer or what yet.]

No, just a pilot. [Hey! he's trained and excells at infiltration, like he's going to tell them flat out "Hello! I'm a spy!"?]

[whats_a_paladin]

That design looks familiar... Could anyone you know be on the ship already?

[tad_overkill]

I don't think so. I didn't get out much while it was being built.

[whats_a_paladin]

Hmm. Several new Gundams appeared on the ship recently, I wondered if you're related in any way. But it seems not.

Why do you want to come aboard?

[tad_overkill]

[He fought surprise in his voice.] I had heard that there were others. If that's the case maybe it's better if I'm there, it's better if we fight together instead of separate units wouldn't you agree?

[rods_and_cones]

"Gun-damu. Gun-damu."

Pardon the hyperactive little red ball. It found a new Gundam.

For something supposed to be exclusive and powerful and controversial, there sure are a lot.

"Whats this you've found now? Another Gundam-type?"

[tad_overkill]

Okay that was different. Trowa watched it a moment.

He did nod when asked if it was a Gundam. "Heavyarms."

[rods_and_cones]

"Really? What a strange name. The arms don't look any larger than the standard dir its size "


Jokes. He has them. "Weakling. Weakling." sayeth the little ball.

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"You must have trouble retaining autocannon ammunition during a fight, quiaff?"

The voice comes from the Mechwarrior climbing out of a birdlike mech suspended in a repair gantry. He pulls off a helmet to reveal some shaggy hat head.


He grins. "In any case, a pleasure to have another Gundam onboard. What is your name?"

[tad_overkill]

"I finish the fight before that happens." Well he's confident he can at least.

"Trowa Barton."

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"War Leader Matthew, a trueborn warrior of Clan Gurren Brigade!" The man in question replies.

He begins climbing down from the repair gantry.

"So then! Are you from the Lagrange Colonies as well?"

[gudbye_despair]

*A grate falls from the ceiling, and a head pops out*

Oh, hello. Never seen you before.

[tad_overkill]

No you wouldn't have, I'm new. [he doesn't seem that phased by the blond poking out of a vent.]

[gudbye_despair]

That's a cool mobile suit. So many guns!