Post by shinaobi on Jul 10, 2010 1:31:59 GMT -5
[Just a few notes for everyone going in: insofar as PCs are concerned, it's okay to lose MS fights. Your cockpit will never be hit, they'll always have replacement parts for your suit, and you aren't going to explode if your suit gets skewered or shot somewhere important. Also, there may be a sequel, so don't be afraid to develop your characters, and/or think of crazy awesome second season go-round suits to run around in. Also; in case of both the Asphodel servicemen (you outranks them) and the Averruncus Haros [spherical robots, they can talk], consider them general-use NPCs (except for the Captains/Lieutenants of each ship). Do with them as you (or I) will, just be aware that there are ten of these guys per ship. Also: SHUTUP ITS STILL FRIDAY IN CERTAIN PARTS OF THE WORLD >_>]
EDIT: It's Wilkinson, not Johnson, and he's the Sapphire Meteor. >__>
Earth Federation
The two pilots were escorted off of the cramped military transport where they had spent the last few hours into a harsh summer's afternoon, and hardly had time to notice the ship they were going to be assigned to being prepped for take-off before they were led into what appeared to be a service hangar. There were two women before them: a tall, fair hard-eyed and short haired blonde woman, next to a shorter, paler, spectacled, brown haired lady, smiling softly, and in whose arms was a brown, soccerball-sized robot with small, glowing red ovals for eyes.
When both of the pilots had stepped into the hangar, the hard-eyed woman stepped forward, signaling the soldiers that had been escorting the pilots thus far that they had been dismissed. The woman behind her winked, for no apparent reason. Her counterpart spoke, with the authoritative tones generally expected of a drill sergeant.
"Greetings. My name is Captain Adrienne Daubigny, and the woman behind me" - at this mention, the woman winked again, this time with the other eye - "is Commander Aifric Brennan. We are the commanding officers on the ship you have been assigned to, and as such, I would like to make a few things very clear.
"Even though there will only be the four of us on this ship, I fully expect you to behave like the professionals you were trained to be" - at this remark, her eyes slid over to the male in the group, one Cameron Wilkinson, who smiled in what was definitely an attempt at looking harmless; Brennan silently tittered - "and, despite the fact that your squadron operates with less members than most fireteams, I fully expect you to perform all the missions you have been assigned completely and with great valor. In fact, we already have our first mission sent down. Commander?" At this, the woman behind her spoke, in a sweet, high pitched voice that belonged on women half her age.
"Hi! I bet you already know my name, so I'll get right down to business! Haro?" - the little robot's eyes lit up, and it immediately bounced out of her lap and onto the floor, whereupon it turned to the wall and projected an image of what appeared to be a partially constructed Mobile Suit - "This is the most recent project of Anaheim Electronics, commissioned by the newly reformed Republic of Zeon. While top brass doesn't have complete intel on it, they're apparently going to get this to their new star pilot; that...Star Sapphire guy.
"While our contract with Anaheim doesn't allow us to take any direct action towards confiscating the suit or the designs, what we can do is prevent those guys from getting to the suit. Since there's a negotiated buffer zone around the Anaheim branch at Von Braun, where our spy sats took these pics" - the Haro switched to an image of the moon, where the city was located, with a green circle extending around it - "you're both going to deploy outside of that zone, and turn back all non-Federation ships that try to enter this space" - the robot switched to what appeared to be the same image, though there was an orange circle extending past the green circle - "with force, if necessary. Just to sweeten the pot, we've also managed to negotiate a deal with Anaheim: if Zeon doesn't show in time, they'll hand whatever it is they're developing over to us. So then, that's the situation. Any questions?"
Republic of Zeon
The ceremony was regal; on Side 3, long the capital of Zeon, the send-off for the Sapphire Meteor, his ship, and their crew was outrageous; there were crowds, fireworks, parades, and everything else that one would ask of a suitable send-off ceremony. In fact, the pilots of the Republican Spear had even been lavished in speeches given before their departure, blaring on loudspeakers placed throughout the city as all thirteen of the crewmen assigned to the Asphodel were floated along on individual hovercrafts, in particular their Mobile Suit pilots, Marie Saritona, and the one and only Sapphire Meteor, AKA Khajag Chevalier, a tall man who concealed the upper portion of his face behind a distinctive, blue mask and had a waist length ponytail, dyed a brilliant blue.
Shortly before arriving at the ship, and after the rest of the crew had been ushered inside, Chevalier made a few remarks himself, with all the flair of a well-rehearsed stage actor; once these were finished, he came onto the ship, swaggering up to his much shorter counterpart, one Commander Reinhold Koenig, who, after a few seconds of whispering, nodded and shuffled out of the bridge. He shortly turned to address the crew, the entirety of which was assembled before him.
"My brothers and sisters, welcome to the Asphodel! I will be serving alongside you all, valiantly fighting along-side our brothers and sisters for the independence of our fellows in space from the tyranny of the Earth Federation. I ask you to address me simply as Khajag, for, in the great space society we seek to create, we must treat each other as equals, and I hope that this revelation will allow each of you to behave as the exemplary citizens and soldiers I know you all to be." After this, he smiled, and motioned for the crew to disperse and get about their business, in this case specifically of prepping the ship for takeoff. He did, however, motion for Marie to stay.
"Lieutenant, as you likely are aware, I am called the Sapphire Meteor for my achievements in combat, and our representatives have deemed to bequeath to me a special new Mobile Suit. It is being built by Anaheim Electronics, and we will retrieve it from their base on Von Braun, the moon city. However, we have identified Federation satellites spying on their activities, and, in spite of the buffer zone around the moon, we have reason to believe they may deploy forces to stop us. Therefore, for this reason, I will ask you to escort my shuttle to the lunar surface, for I am confident that a pilot of your caliber will be more than competent enough to handle whatever trash the Earth Federation will throw at me. Are there any questions you wish to ask?"
EDIT: It's Wilkinson, not Johnson, and he's the Sapphire Meteor. >__>
Earth Federation
The two pilots were escorted off of the cramped military transport where they had spent the last few hours into a harsh summer's afternoon, and hardly had time to notice the ship they were going to be assigned to being prepped for take-off before they were led into what appeared to be a service hangar. There were two women before them: a tall, fair hard-eyed and short haired blonde woman, next to a shorter, paler, spectacled, brown haired lady, smiling softly, and in whose arms was a brown, soccerball-sized robot with small, glowing red ovals for eyes.
When both of the pilots had stepped into the hangar, the hard-eyed woman stepped forward, signaling the soldiers that had been escorting the pilots thus far that they had been dismissed. The woman behind her winked, for no apparent reason. Her counterpart spoke, with the authoritative tones generally expected of a drill sergeant.
"Greetings. My name is Captain Adrienne Daubigny, and the woman behind me" - at this mention, the woman winked again, this time with the other eye - "is Commander Aifric Brennan. We are the commanding officers on the ship you have been assigned to, and as such, I would like to make a few things very clear.
"Even though there will only be the four of us on this ship, I fully expect you to behave like the professionals you were trained to be" - at this remark, her eyes slid over to the male in the group, one Cameron Wilkinson, who smiled in what was definitely an attempt at looking harmless; Brennan silently tittered - "and, despite the fact that your squadron operates with less members than most fireteams, I fully expect you to perform all the missions you have been assigned completely and with great valor. In fact, we already have our first mission sent down. Commander?" At this, the woman behind her spoke, in a sweet, high pitched voice that belonged on women half her age.
"Hi! I bet you already know my name, so I'll get right down to business! Haro?" - the little robot's eyes lit up, and it immediately bounced out of her lap and onto the floor, whereupon it turned to the wall and projected an image of what appeared to be a partially constructed Mobile Suit - "This is the most recent project of Anaheim Electronics, commissioned by the newly reformed Republic of Zeon. While top brass doesn't have complete intel on it, they're apparently going to get this to their new star pilot; that...Star Sapphire guy.
"While our contract with Anaheim doesn't allow us to take any direct action towards confiscating the suit or the designs, what we can do is prevent those guys from getting to the suit. Since there's a negotiated buffer zone around the Anaheim branch at Von Braun, where our spy sats took these pics" - the Haro switched to an image of the moon, where the city was located, with a green circle extending around it - "you're both going to deploy outside of that zone, and turn back all non-Federation ships that try to enter this space" - the robot switched to what appeared to be the same image, though there was an orange circle extending past the green circle - "with force, if necessary. Just to sweeten the pot, we've also managed to negotiate a deal with Anaheim: if Zeon doesn't show in time, they'll hand whatever it is they're developing over to us. So then, that's the situation. Any questions?"
Republic of Zeon
The ceremony was regal; on Side 3, long the capital of Zeon, the send-off for the Sapphire Meteor, his ship, and their crew was outrageous; there were crowds, fireworks, parades, and everything else that one would ask of a suitable send-off ceremony. In fact, the pilots of the Republican Spear had even been lavished in speeches given before their departure, blaring on loudspeakers placed throughout the city as all thirteen of the crewmen assigned to the Asphodel were floated along on individual hovercrafts, in particular their Mobile Suit pilots, Marie Saritona, and the one and only Sapphire Meteor, AKA Khajag Chevalier, a tall man who concealed the upper portion of his face behind a distinctive, blue mask and had a waist length ponytail, dyed a brilliant blue.
Shortly before arriving at the ship, and after the rest of the crew had been ushered inside, Chevalier made a few remarks himself, with all the flair of a well-rehearsed stage actor; once these were finished, he came onto the ship, swaggering up to his much shorter counterpart, one Commander Reinhold Koenig, who, after a few seconds of whispering, nodded and shuffled out of the bridge. He shortly turned to address the crew, the entirety of which was assembled before him.
"My brothers and sisters, welcome to the Asphodel! I will be serving alongside you all, valiantly fighting along-side our brothers and sisters for the independence of our fellows in space from the tyranny of the Earth Federation. I ask you to address me simply as Khajag, for, in the great space society we seek to create, we must treat each other as equals, and I hope that this revelation will allow each of you to behave as the exemplary citizens and soldiers I know you all to be." After this, he smiled, and motioned for the crew to disperse and get about their business, in this case specifically of prepping the ship for takeoff. He did, however, motion for Marie to stay.
"Lieutenant, as you likely are aware, I am called the Sapphire Meteor for my achievements in combat, and our representatives have deemed to bequeath to me a special new Mobile Suit. It is being built by Anaheim Electronics, and we will retrieve it from their base on Von Braun, the moon city. However, we have identified Federation satellites spying on their activities, and, in spite of the buffer zone around the moon, we have reason to believe they may deploy forces to stop us. Therefore, for this reason, I will ask you to escort my shuttle to the lunar surface, for I am confident that a pilot of your caliber will be more than competent enough to handle whatever trash the Earth Federation will throw at me. Are there any questions you wish to ask?"
