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06: Tryouts! The Brotherhood of Manly (Gender Neutral) Souls has Openings!
[1]
[A public message, posted over the comms.]
"Mechwarrriors of the White Chalice! Champions, Heroes! Those whose hearts yearn to defy all odds to enact Justice!
The Brotherhood of Manly Souls, the greatest of Clans known as the Gurren Brigade, is looking for new recruits! The only requirement for membership is that you strive to do the impossible and kick reason to the curb in the fight for a future you believe in!
To evaluate the qualities of your blazing souls in person, I shall be holding an event tomorrow in the main recreation deck of the Dai-Gurren; what the people of the Earth Sphere call 'Try Outs'.
There will be refreshments!"
[2]
There are indeed refreshments at the tryout. They are tasty.
There is also a large Gurren Brigade flag mounted on a flagpole, like the colors of a boy scout troop. There is a also a table and chair with a sign reading 'Try out here'. The chair is currently unused as Matthew stands on top of the table, gesticulating to a small group of onlookers, among which there seem to be a few Clanners.
"The chief ethos of the Gurren Brigade is to always fight on regardless of the odds against you, to cast aside the whispers of doubt that declare something to to be impossible, and drill through all obstacles in your path, piercing the heavens to create the future that you believe in! This is what the Demon Leader Kamina called 'being a man among men!' Those who–"
One of the Clanners coughs and raises her hand, a twinkle in her eye.
Matthew pauses. "Ah. Mechwarrior Eilena–"
"You keep referring to drills. Why drills? They seem inefficient weapons for a Mech, quiaff?"
Matthew stumbles. "Theoretically, aff. Yet in the hands of–"
"Does your 'Gurren Brigade' have any Getter Machines available for use? I swore an oath to Master Ryouma that I would master all his fighting techniques."
Matthew blinks. "Mechwarrior Chandra! When did you get back?"
"I am glad to see you are achieving your ambitions, Matthew. But why are you talking like someone from a freeborn children's show? And why do you keep referring to this brigade of yours as a 'brotherhood of manly souls'? You have not been contaminated with Spheroid prejudices, quineg?"
"I have not, Tynall! It is simply, well–"
Interject? Apply for a position? Talk to some of the people there?
[A public message, posted over the comms.]
"Mechwarrriors of the White Chalice! Champions, Heroes! Those whose hearts yearn to defy all odds to enact Justice!
The Brotherhood of Manly Souls, the greatest of Clans known as the Gurren Brigade, is looking for new recruits! The only requirement for membership is that you strive to do the impossible and kick reason to the curb in the fight for a future you believe in!
To evaluate the qualities of your blazing souls in person, I shall be holding an event tomorrow in the main recreation deck of the Dai-Gurren; what the people of the Earth Sphere call 'Try Outs'.
There will be refreshments!"
[2]
There are indeed refreshments at the tryout. They are tasty.
There is also a large Gurren Brigade flag mounted on a flagpole, like the colors of a boy scout troop. There is a also a table and chair with a sign reading 'Try out here'. The chair is currently unused as Matthew stands on top of the table, gesticulating to a small group of onlookers, among which there seem to be a few Clanners.
"The chief ethos of the Gurren Brigade is to always fight on regardless of the odds against you, to cast aside the whispers of doubt that declare something to to be impossible, and drill through all obstacles in your path, piercing the heavens to create the future that you believe in! This is what the Demon Leader Kamina called 'being a man among men!' Those who–"
One of the Clanners coughs and raises her hand, a twinkle in her eye.
Matthew pauses. "Ah. Mechwarrior Eilena–"
"You keep referring to drills. Why drills? They seem inefficient weapons for a Mech, quiaff?"
Matthew stumbles. "Theoretically, aff. Yet in the hands of–"
"Does your 'Gurren Brigade' have any Getter Machines available for use? I swore an oath to Master Ryouma that I would master all his fighting techniques."
Matthew blinks. "Mechwarrior Chandra! When did you get back?"
"I am glad to see you are achieving your ambitions, Matthew. But why are you talking like someone from a freeborn children's show? And why do you keep referring to this brigade of yours as a 'brotherhood of manly souls'? You have not been contaminated with Spheroid prejudices, quineg?"
"I have not, Tynall! It is simply, well–"
Interject? Apply for a position? Talk to some of the people there?
Re: 2 TO THE GOD DAMN RESCUE
Fucks given; 0. Rage mode; active.
"What you're NOT getting is that most everyone here wasn't trained for shit for shit and... Oh... wait... didn't some untrained fuckers beat you at your own game and now you work for us?" Sadly, Matthew, he makes an example of you and that red cord, of bonding.
"Point proven. We don't need any kind of training from birth. We can let our own situation OR fantasy-fucking-TV motivate us to do whatever we damn well please."
Re: 2 TO THE GOD DAMN RESCUE
"The freeborn has a point, Tynall: you cannot look down upon the warriors that brought down the Behemoth and beat us in single combat." Eilena smiles guilelessly.
Tynall growls. "Why are you taking his side?" A thought occurs to her. "And I remember you winning your portion of the Trial of Grievance!" Against the President! Of the Unites States! "Even I and Star Commander Pryde were brought down by trueborn warriors, disgraced though they might be! This freebir–"
Then the shaggy haired warrior in the corner speaks up.
"I was not defeated by a trueborn that day, Tynall. I was beaten by Master Ryouma. In a mech with far more maneuverability and power than anything the Clans possess, piloted by a talented pilot who was also the greatest martial artist I have ever seen. A master I wound up learning much from. Do you believe that was a fluke, or that I was not at the top of my form that day?"
Tynall gapes, then shakes her head. "That is not–"
Matthew finally decides to speak up. "Aff, it is exactly the point. Mechwarrior Markus is a great warrior, one of the 'Ka-Men' Riders, and deserving of your respect and surkai. All the warrior of the Chalice are."
"Besides..." He growls, folding his arms over his chest. "What about all those 'Clan Spaniel' episodes you have stored on your tablet?"
Tynall goes stark-white pale at those words. "Well, I, that is to say–" She stutters.
Does this mean what you think it means?
Re: 2 TO THE GOD DAMN RESCUE
And then Tynall is called out on TV shit. "Oh, and YOU'RE calling us on watching TV and being inspired. Look, you guys are all about honor and shit, and I respect that. But... remember, around here, where you come from doesn't mean shit for where you can go.
Re: 2 TO THE GOD DAMN RESCUE
Tynall pouts.
" I watch that show to make sure that the Diamond Sharks are not up to some scheme: that is my only reason. My. Sole. Reason. And...it is just wrong to have those who are not meant to fight climb into a mech. It is like watching a five-cycle sibko child waving about an assault rifle. It is dangerous, and–"
Tynall Vickers struggles to phrase this correctly.
"...and the purpose of a trueborn warrior is to fight and keep the fighting away from civilians. When a civilian pilots a mech into battle...we fail in our purpose."
Re: 2 TO THE GOD DAMN RESCUE
He pauses a bit. "There used to be a separation of military and civilians but, when the military can't do their job right, then civilians feel like they've gotta take shit in their hands so... We end up here. And then sometimes it's just an accident."