Super Robot Wars Unlimited Generation @lpha

I have a question for you all, think of this as food for thought:

'What comes to your mind when the word 'trigger' is spoken?'

I have a question for you all, think of this as food for thought:

'What comes to your mind when the word 'trigger' is spoken?'

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[This message is sent over the commlink of the Gundam as he arrives in the hanger immediately following the last battle. It's being sent over the basic communications to the ship, so ostensibly anybody should be able to chime in and speak with him if they want, assuming.]

White Challice- This is Amuro Ray, formerly of the Earth Federation Forces. ...Although my loyalties aren't really to them any more. At this point, you can think of me as an ordinary freelancer.

I'll be working with you all from now on.

[And he leaves it at that for now.]

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Piloting in Zero-G is nothing like piloting on the ground. My assisstant [He gestures to Nameless NPC#82] has assembled some training material and useful information on the subject. If you have never fought in space, I would suggest you take this time to review it and get some training in.

[ Char can be found in the observation deck on the Starboard side of the ship, standing near a railing, and leaning over. His sunglasses obscure the facial expression of his, but he seems to be staring out of the window, at nothing in particular; but from his expression, it almost seems like he does see something against A Baoa Qu's silhouette. One might even be able to hear him whisper the word "Lalah" under his breath, if you listened very carefully.

Expect him to be somewhat startled when his trance-like stare is broken by someone trying to talk to him, or getting his attention by some other means. Whatever the case, it is obvious he has been waiting to go back into space for quite some time now. ]

[It's one in the morning. The Tower rumbles along the ground alongside the giant White Chalice. After the last few battles, the two ships are closer together than they normally are for safety, and so any of you night owls may occasionally pick up the sound of someone playing a harmonica when the wind blows in the right direction if you're standing on the deck of the White Chalice. If you look you might make out the figure doing it, although it's too dark to be sure. Investigate?]

[Action//1]

[As you pass through the hangar, you can probably see someone polishing a white custom Gespenst as he hums a bit of French folk tune.

...He doesn't seem to notice you, though, as he's a bit too engrossed in getting that shine on that big of a unit.]

[Action//2]

[The gym! You can find that guy who was just polishing things doing several sets push-ups in order to keep himself fit for any kinds of condition.

At least this time he'll notice you.]

Would you like to join me?

[ A rare sight. Char would be found in the center of the mess hall, hand-typing a small, rather formal-looking letter. It didn't have the White Chalice's insignia on it, but it did have Char's hand-written signature at the bottom. Someone skilled at snooping would be able to read a good amount of it before he noticed; he appeared to be thinking far too hard to pay attention to his Newtype senses, thus preventing anyone from reading it. He was also visibly upset. ]

To Whom It May Concern;

It is with great pain and hesitation that I find myself writing this letter. Having spent the greater part of my life serving the Principality of Zeon both on the battlefield and off, I have found myself to be irreconcilably at odds with the views and actions taken by the Principality's leadership. I cannot, in good faith, endorse, partake in, or condone the acts perpetrated by the Steward of Her Ladyship Mineva Zabi, shamefully claimed to be done on behalf and in the best interest of spacenoids as a whole. These acts include, but are not limited to:

Attempts to reignite the One Year War long after the need for bloodshed had ended.
The unwarranted and unpardonable execution of Citizens of Zeon, both direct and indirect.
Holding the belief that the Principality of Zeon should conquer the Earth Sphere, rather than gain its well-deserved independence.
Holding the intention to commit atrocious war crimes, including, but not limited to, colony drops on the earth's surface.

It is for the above reasons - among others - that I am hereby announcing my resignation from the Military of the Principality of Zeon effective immediately.

Yours,
[insert fancy signature here]
Com. Char Aznable

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[So apparently there's a new machine in the hangar and one more occupancy in the White Chalice's living quarters. If you've worked as a mercenary or hired them or fought against them, there's a chance you might recognize him. But it's just as likely his name means nothing to you; heck, the pilot doesn't even have a cool ace nickname in spite of his best efforts. Some people just get completely ignored like that.]

[Video]

Haven't actually done one of these in a while. You'd be surprised how many mercenary groups are running around with a shortage of video equipment, or sometimes just materials to record on.

Anyways, the name's Joshua Radcliffe, but you can call me Josh if you want. I've been roving around for a while now, doing odd jobs here and there to make ends meet and let me honestly say, after having more than few transports blown out around you by Adventus, it starts to get a little old.

Though for what it's worth, this place at least feels safer than just some scrapheap of a Tausendfuessler.

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[It appears there's a newcomer in the base just wandering around and looking quite amused at the state of the ship.]

...It isn't much, but it'll do I suppose.

[Giving a shrug, the male continues wandering around the ship, taking care to avoid areas that are restricted to the civilians or pilots.]