Super Robot Wars Unlimited Generation @lpha

As the Dolmel's chest damn near crushes under the fists of 151-E's bulky white arms,  a man was seen getting out of the cockpit, scrambling... trying to get away...

But no. No forgiveness, no mercy, nothing. Rosie's wrath loomed over, bloating the whole garage.   She slammed on the button for the speakers, her wicked voice booming over him. "You think I'm done with you!?"

She threw the cockpit open and dove down with a rolling flip, and landing behind him she spun around with the force of her fall, bringing not a called shot to a chi point but just a pure, bone cracking power blow to one of the mercenary's legs.

[Somewhere up on top of the base where there's a lot of open space, and a couple of guard railings, Rosie has set up a strong, taut wire from one railing to another, a good 25 feet length of wire diagonally across the distance between the two perpendicular railings.]

[And she is running  along the wire, which the tiniest bit under her weight and its own slack.]

[Then as she reaches the smooth metal of the rail she takes horse stance and begins to perform kata for a few moments before running back to the others--]

[Aaannd falling off the wire into a break fall] DAAAAIIIIETSU! [She laps the ground as she hits it, then rolls right back up, taking a deep breath.]

[Rosie was in the gym again, in her big, heavy, white fur coat, but she was... winded. Sitting down with her legs crossed. She must have been on a break... really she seemed like she'd seen better days.]

[She had certainly lost a little weight.]

[A sense of hunger, of irritation, of blood lust ebbed and flowed with her breathing.  It was almost as if she were surrounded by a burning briar, and yet she was still... in control; if you approached, it was as if the briar moved to not scratch, but the empathic heat... was intense...]

[Rosie is getting some grub in the cafeteria or whatever, and she goes to hang up her big, white wolf fur coat on the coat rack!]

[... hanging it there she turns around and starts to walk away when she stops at the sound of cracking wood.]

[Yep. Her coat just broke the coat rack.]

[She's shaking her head and staring at her white coat on the floor now.]

Ugh. I am half tempted to just leave it there and come back when I'm done eating...

[Rosie is in the hangar right now with the salvaged giant golden arm from the Hyperion; she has taken the golden armor off the arm's chassis, and is presently repairing and buffing a giant golden fist.]

Ohh man, it was good to get that itch scratched. Just thinking about it... [A shiver went down Rosie's spine as she remembered the fight.]

And what a memento for us to remember it by.

Hmm. Seems like there's enough scrap metal... replacement golden wrecking ball?

Would that look cool, or dumb?

[Out on the hull of the ship on a stormy night there's a figure in a yellow rain coat ... One could almost mistake the coat for an object caught in a cyclone as it spirals around in a flailing blur of yellow.  But after a few seconds, the body collapses, possibly fallen.  The chest of a woman heaves up and down in the heavy rain.]

[Without the yellow blur around it, a grey cloth ball on top of a post is there, soaked with water...]

[The hand holds up a small object... it's hard to make out the stop watch.]

... ugh... 15 seconds... ... it's not even my best...

... I'll never be able to do it, will I?

[Rosie was on one of the shooting ranges that someone had set up, but she'd made a few changes or additions. Up top was an old traffic light she'd scavenged somewhere, glowing red above the target, which she stared down at coldly.]

[Red.]
[Red.]
[Red.]
[Green! SwishBANG!]

[In an instant her hand darted to the pistol at her side, drew past leather, pointed forward and fired into the target's chest.]

[A red LED light display flashed: 00.1292]

[Red.]

[Rosie washed, rinsed, and repeated.]

 [Rosie had gotten onto base, officially, about just before it went into space, and promptly spent almost the entirety of the following week in her assigned quarters, living as some kind of hermit.]

[But finally there was a sudden reversal of this behavior, and now she was wandering around base, accustoming herself to the halls, taking note of landmarks, signs, etc all the way...]

[... and she did so while wearing her big, fluffy, heavy, white wolf fur coat.  And while juggling about five shiny spherical objects.]

[Rosie planted her shovel into the earth and leaned on it, then wiped sweat off her brow.]

[It was over.  Before her and David werem ounds of dirt, each marked with stones and knives. all lined up. It was an endeavor to find all the bodies that they had...]

[... Rosie's anger had descended into a sorrowful grump; it was quite palpable.]

Orders from up high came down to Orlando & Josh that since they were going to go out and scavenge anyway they were to do some trading at a local trade outpost for various supplies; stock up on anything that seemed useful.  Surely, Orlando insisted upon some pay for the service, which he would receive.

Likewise, Cheng was sent to go with them for the same purpose, but more to guard them than and the trade goods than anything.

The town was run down, but it had goods.  The people there used something of a peculiar currency: bullets. Any kind of ammunition had a different value, with BBs like pennies.

The locals were also on edge, because if anyone was listening to the talk around town it seemed that a <b>warlord</b> was in town to trade today.  "I just don't like it. Those Wolves are bad news. We shouldn't let them into town even if they're just here to trade."

"What are we going to do? Drive them off?  Besides they own the old munitions plant.  There's no one richer to trade with and we need the ammo."

"I've heard that their leader can dodge bullets, strike fear into people's hearts and kill you with a single punch."

"I've heard that she can punch you a hundred times in a second and make your head explode!"

"Pfft, hahaha, what ? No way, that's ridiculous. There's no way someone can do that."

((Go forth and talk while looking for trade goods, ye three~  Posting order can be based on whatever you three want, or first come first serve basis, if a posting order exists at all. David and Rosie (along with her gang) will make an actual appearance later in the thread, so don't feel like you have to wait on me.  We should finish this post before Sunday. <3))

[Rosie was lounging around her room on base.  The letter she'd received and its associated papers were already thoroughly shredded.]

[She put out a towel across the hard, cold, concrete floor and started doing crunches.]