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srwug_alpha_rp2013-03-23 05:42 pm
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05: The Band Assembles, as the characters of the tale grab the reins of their Epic!
[1]
In the period of time since the Battle of Beastman Mount, the land battleship Dai-Gunzan has been quiet, following the White Chalice around on a combination of autopilot and skeleton crew, a piece of Isorla bringing forth memories of a sad loss.
But Now!!! With a fresh coat of paint, some maintenance, and the recruitment of some more helping hands, the Gurren Brigade's mightiest (well, only) warship stands tall, read to cut through destiny, defeat evil, and claim glory!
Land Battleship: Dai-Gurren-Dan!
Matthew stands on the prow, inspecting with narrowed eyes the Gurren Brigade banner fluttering in the breeze, arms folded as the whistling wind blows down the open deck.
"...I should have brought a coat." He says finally. Anyone there to agree with him?
[2]
At long last, Matthew, head ensconced in Neurohelmet, leans back in his Battlemech's cockpit again.
He keys in the activation sequence, and his restored...nay, his upgraded Nova comes to life around him!
"PIK Authorization Code: A real man fights with his fists!."
"[Code Accepted. Reactor Online. Sensors Online. Weapons Online. All Systems Nominal.]"
A hatch on the main deck of Dai-Gurren opens up, and those who watch or are standing by in mechs see a strange version of the venerable Clan OmniMech come trotting out!
"Nova Messenger, moving out!"
Help him test it out? Comment?
[3]
Stealthy people on the White Chalice! You espy Matthew in a lounge in front of a terminal, chuckling as he talks to someone on the future equivalent of Skype!
"So you would be willing to come in and bolster the ranks of the Brigade, quiaff?"
Take a closer peek?
[4]
"Simon?" Matthew calls out cautiously as he walks down a set of halls. "Simon the Digger? We should talk, quiaff? About the legacy–"
He cracks open the door to a large supply room. He blinks as his eyes adjust. Then his eyes widen.
"The stravag has he been doing?" He blurts out. He pulls out his comm pad.
[Public Channel.]
"Fellow members of the White Chalice. I have a...question to ask. It is a normal freeborn funerary practice to make stone sculptures of the deceased in large quantities, quiaff?"
In the period of time since the Battle of Beastman Mount, the land battleship Dai-Gunzan has been quiet, following the White Chalice around on a combination of autopilot and skeleton crew, a piece of Isorla bringing forth memories of a sad loss.
But Now!!! With a fresh coat of paint, some maintenance, and the recruitment of some more helping hands, the Gurren Brigade's mightiest (well, only) warship stands tall, read to cut through destiny, defeat evil, and claim glory!
Land Battleship: Dai-Gurren-Dan!
Matthew stands on the prow, inspecting with narrowed eyes the Gurren Brigade banner fluttering in the breeze, arms folded as the whistling wind blows down the open deck.
"...I should have brought a coat." He says finally. Anyone there to agree with him?
[2]
At long last, Matthew, head ensconced in Neurohelmet, leans back in his Battlemech's cockpit again.
He keys in the activation sequence, and his restored...nay, his upgraded Nova comes to life around him!
"PIK Authorization Code: A real man fights with his fists!."
"[Code Accepted. Reactor Online. Sensors Online. Weapons Online. All Systems Nominal.]"
A hatch on the main deck of Dai-Gurren opens up, and those who watch or are standing by in mechs see a strange version of the venerable Clan OmniMech come trotting out!
"Nova Messenger, moving out!"
Help him test it out? Comment?
[3]
Stealthy people on the White Chalice! You espy Matthew in a lounge in front of a terminal, chuckling as he talks to someone on the future equivalent of Skype!
"So you would be willing to come in and bolster the ranks of the Brigade, quiaff?"
Take a closer peek?
[4]
"Simon?" Matthew calls out cautiously as he walks down a set of halls. "Simon the Digger? We should talk, quiaff? About the legacy–"
He cracks open the door to a large supply room. He blinks as his eyes adjust. Then his eyes widen.
"The stravag has he been doing?" He blurts out. He pulls out his comm pad.
[Public Channel.]
"Fellow members of the White Chalice. I have a...question to ask. It is a normal freeborn funerary practice to make stone sculptures of the deceased in large quantities, quiaff?"
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