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Post by lovely corte on Jul 30, 2013 22:14:50 GMT -8
Keeping to himself as the others introduced himself, he inspected his machine carefully, only able to work around the feet and the legs, some of the more mean-spirited engineers barring him access to the depths and much of the exterior of his family's lineage.
He sighed, sitting on the boot of his giant robot, flicking at encrusted dirt, watching the others. He wanted to go up and introduce himself, but willed against it. Maybe it would be best not to make connections? What if they were to die? But then he'd be lonely.
Grappling with his backpack, sitting it on his lap, cradling his arms around it. He had entertained the two hours he had been here, camera in hand, by photographing his mech, and some of the others. Some were more just... there they were. Some were more dramatic. Whatever it was, it was to fill time.
As they were called to attention, Fynn fumbled under the pressure. He clapped his ankles together, wincing as he watched the others do it, turning to face the noise.
"Fuck." He mumbled, just the slightest hint of a German accent.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Jul 30, 2013 22:21:22 GMT -8
It wasn't the language he normally heard it in, but Dan knew when someone of a higher position wanted his attention regardless of language. He stood up from his sitting position and snapped at attention to...whoever had called the pilots. He hadn't found her ye-oh wait, no, there she was.
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Post by JW% on Jul 30, 2013 22:41:29 GMT -8
Patty gave a little jump and twirl, landing with her feet together, her chin up, and her shoulders back, giving her attention to the new woman she recognized as April Anderson.
Jay had finished his elevator ride and walked out into the hangars second level, shrugging on one of the safety packs and fitting it over his shoulders before he started to check on how everyone was going. He glanced down at the new mechanic for Schwere Waffen, who was with the pilot of that mecha on the floor.
And April was there too. Well, guess it was time to watch and see how things worked out.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 30, 2013 22:55:24 GMT -8
Darren's music still blared loudly as he stared into space behind his shades, but he was lucid enough to notice that the rest of the pilots his age seemed to be snapping to attention in a certain direction, congregating to the nearby door where an official-looking GI Jane stood.
Turning the volume of his music to a reasonably human listening level, Darren made his way over to the rest of his comrades-to-be, returning the salute casually with an added "How's it hangin'?".
This hadn't the faintest iota of a possibility of going badly.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 30, 2013 23:16:05 GMT -8
April did a swift headcount, turning her attention to Darren as he walked up.
"Take those damn sunglasses off, Kistiakowski, I can smell the weed on you anyway." She bit towards the boy. "And get those headphones out of your ears- were you raised in a goddamn barn?"
She turned back to the others, looking them over for a moment.
"Alright. Now that I have your attention. I am April Anderson, I will be your trainer for the remainder of your time here at Submarine Criterion, Earth Base Five. This, as you can tell, is the hangar, where you will report every morning for training. You'll be getting in touch with your mecha later - for right now, some formalities are in order." She turned to look at the mechanics, going about their jobs for the most part. "Jay, would you like to introduce your staff?"
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Post by JW% on Jul 30, 2013 23:37:12 GMT -8
To be entirely, completely, and technically accurate, they weren't in the Submarine half of Criterion at the moment. This was the main, above ground, mecha hangar. There were four above ground hangars, one for Mecha, the rest for conventional airforce. Currently, one of them was also being used for a KPNC facility, keeping Nimrod happy with a heating stone and enough food(mostly fed intravenously, but he didn't seem to be hungry). They had an additional underwater hangar, and most of the base was under the water level of the lake, the civilian city that the base took its name from completely submerged and in the bedrock below the lake. Most everyone referred to the whole facility as 'Submarine Criterion' just like most everyone referred to the base in Germany as Untergrund Berlin. Even the parts that weren't 'Untergrund'.
Jay heard his name called by April and gave a little nod, grabbing the railing of the catwalk and jumping the twenty meters. His safety pack flared to life, like a jetpack, and slowed him so he landed with no more jarring than if he'd just stepped off the stairs. It just took a few moments for him to make the fall.
"Daddy's showing off again..." Patty sighed as Jay made the fall.
"As most, if not all of you, know, I'm Jake Hawke, Commander of the exotic mechanical division for this base." Jay said when he'd first touched down. "You can call me Jay, or Sir."
"Or Daddy!"
"Or one, and only one, of you can call me daddy." He sighed and tried to get his momentum back. "I manage the mechanics who will be keeping your fighting machines in top condition. I have full authorization to make any changes to them I deem fit, adjusting your weapons layout, power core output, and armor layering as the mission demands. Miss Anderson there will assign you these missions, when the missions don't assign themselves, such as when our base comes under attack by something the artillery guns and conventional airforce can't deal with themselves. Don't kid yourself, that sort of thing happens a lot. Listen to what she has to say and keep yourselves sharp. If any of you want to talk to me about your machines, please see me after Miss Anderson is done with you. You in particular Mister Kistiakowski." Jay gave Darren a look that totally harshed his vibe. Way to be a bummer and bring the party down.
"Is there anything else Miss Anderson? I believe you have Miss Louise and the Commander still to meet. As well as showing them the War Room where you can give them their briefings without interrupting my crews here, and the Training Simulation room where they can practice without heading outside." Plus their living area, just off the hangar. Infact, most everything was built around the hangars, making the hangars the center of just about everything it seemed. All the more annoying when the mechanics were trying to put a new thirty meter arm onto the shoulder of a damaged mecha.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 30, 2013 23:51:32 GMT -8
Darren smiled dazedly at Miss Anderson, letting his sunglasses fall from his face and into his hands with a tilt of his head, putting them in the inside pocket of his jacket, and following suit with his headphones and MP3.
"A lab, actually," he murmured, seemingly unphased by Miss Anderson's evident dismay. He was considering tuning out the gruff woman when Commander Hawke made his entrance. That kept him attentive, for the time being.
He stayed quiet, albeit distantly, as the Commander introduced himself. When he was addressed, he snapped another salute, clicking his heels together. "No problem, Jay Daddy. I'm locked and loaded."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 31, 2013 0:04:56 GMT -8
A (much younger) woman stepped out of the office now, screwdriver in hand. Her fiery hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and oil stained her right cheek and clothes.
"Aw, come on Jay, let the kids call you Daddy!" She joked, standing beside him, hands on her hips. "I'm Lucy, Jay's handy-dandy right arm man. Nice to meetcha!"
April looked to the kids.
"Alright, on to the communications bridge. You newcomers will be getting maps before you leave training tonight, don't let me forget."
With that, she set off, stopping at a door and turning around to make sure they were following.
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Post by Alastor on Jul 31, 2013 0:16:42 GMT -8
She'd find at least one straggler- the group's eldest member had fallen much behind the other members of the group. To... evidently try and flirt with that redheaded mechanic they just met.
...It wasn't working at all, from the looks of things.
Max would find that May was sticking rather close to him. "You know, you never answered me." She told the boy. "Do I know you?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 31, 2013 14:22:01 GMT -8
Marco laughed, "Bye Daddy," he laughed waving to Jay.
He turned to Max as they walked, " You get used to Miss Anderson... "
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 31, 2013 15:44:57 GMT -8
Max shied away from May a bit.
"Uh... s-sort of... uhm... we, uh... went to school together...." He looked then to Marco. "I hope so, she seems kinda..." He silenced himself, seeing her throw a glance in their general direction.
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Lucy rolled her eyes, playfully shoving Adam away.
"You better catch up with your group, Little Boy." She teased. "April doesn't like disrespect and you know it." She turned to Jay, smiling at him. "Well, that went well, don't you think? Only... I wonder where Sammy Cat is..."
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The bridge, as they entered it, was teamed with life. Albeit, said life was mostly teenager life, so 'alive' wasn't the best way to describe it. But for the teens, it felt much more... manageable than the hangar, and even parts of the halls they'd gone through. It had a generally home-like feel, while being pristinely kept. They went through various levels, going past doorways open and closed, some with people inside joking around and eating cheetos while they watched the screens guarding the base, some with people looking extremely serious - or maybe just angry or lonely, it was hard to tell at this angle - as they stared at the same screens, or ones inside.
Eventually, the group was at the final level, or at least the level with no more stairs. In fact, this level contained only a white hallway, with a plain door at the end and a nameplate that read 'A L Martin.' It seemed formal, militaristic - something that looked out of place with the rest of the bridge they had seen thus far. It was perhaps a little unnerving as they followed their trainer down. As they stood before the door, they could hear, very faintly, the sound of music, happy-go-lucky humming along with it.
April sighed, knocking on the door in a general 'no-nonsense' fashion. The music ended, and a cheerful voice chimed out, "Come in!"
The door opened, and the kids would be happy to realize that, unlike the hallway, this room was anything but 'militaristic' as the heavy scent of vanilla and peppermint wafted out. Screens were on display, like in the other rooms, but they were fewer, and all were black. As well, there were several microphones and speakers, all leading to a desk in the middle of the room. The walls were a deep beige color, and the sides not covered in screens were covered with letters and pictures of many people. If they looked close enough, they could see pictures of their parents, or of themselves as children. There was a door at the far end, and a coffee maker to the side, next to a cabinet and a radio. On the desk were more pictures, documents, two tiny American flags on poles on either side and a pale pink porcelain mug with a sleeping cat on it.
But the most pleasant part of the room was the woman sitting at the desk, a remote in one freshly-manicured hand and a pen, back end capped, in the other. She wore a black and gold blouse, form-fitting, with padded shoulders and a scooping neckline, and around her neck rested a string of shimmering pearls. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, and if she were asked she would of course lie and say she wasn't wearing any at all, but her lips were cherry colored and her eyelashes stood out above her brown eyes. Her hair, brunette, was piled on top of her head in a comfortable, proper ballet bun. In a word, she was enchanting, and, as she spoke, that word didn't just apply to her appearance.
"Oh, you're all here!" She smiled brightly at everyone,recapping the pen and setting it and the remote down next to a small stack of documents. "I've been waiting all week, I wasn't sure when you'd all come around!"
"This is the head of the communications sector," April said, waving a hand lazily at the woman, "Anna-Louise Martin."
"Those of you who don't know me can of course call me Miss Louise," She added on. It was very blatant she'd both been caught off-guard and was releasing a lot of pent-up excitement, like a balloon whose tie had just been pricked. "We'll be communicating together quite a lot, as I'll be offering you directions and advice via your various mecha." She glanced around them. "Some of you seem very new to me," she paused in particular at Giselle, "So how about you all introduce yourselves?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 31, 2013 15:52:16 GMT -8
Marco looked away as April glared at them and focused on the bustling people on th bridge. He noticed one woman bustling about, despite being heavily pregnant, and waved at her. She saw and enthusiastically waved back.
" That's Romy," he said to Max, "She's my brother's girlfriend, and sorta like a sister to me."
After meeting with Miss Louise, he followed her advice even though he had already introduced himself, "I'm Marco."
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Post by Alastor on Jul 31, 2013 16:22:50 GMT -8
"So tha--" May began before she caught the terrifying glare of their instructor. She suddenly silenced herself, not even noticing her brother rejoined the group- both looking rather bored and slightly annoyed as they followed along on the tour.
Eventually the duo hit the office of the base's communications head, Ms. Anna-Louise Martin, with the rest of the group. Adam was... off in his own world, probably, since he didn't hear a damn word the woman said. His sister however, walked over cheerily and gave Louise a small hug.
"How are you, Louise?" She asked.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 31, 2013 17:23:14 GMT -8
The bridge, as they entered it, was teamed with life. Albeit, said life was mostly teenager life, so 'alive' wasn't the best way to describe it. But for the teens, it felt much more... manageable than the hangar, and even parts of the halls they'd gone through. It had a generally home-like feel, while being pristinely kept. They went through various levels, going past doorways open and closed, some with people inside joking around and eating cheetos while they watched the screens guarding the base, some with people looking extremely serious - or maybe just angry or lonely, it was hard to tell at this angle - as they stared at the same screens, or ones inside. Eventually, the group was at the final level, or at least the level with no more stairs. In fact, this level contained only a white hallway, with a plain door at the end and a nameplate that read 'A L Martin.' It seemed formal, militaristic - something that looked out of place with the rest of the bridge they had seen thus far. It was perhaps a little unnerving as they followed their trainer down. As they stood before the door, they could hear, very faintly, the sound of music, happy-go-lucky humming along with it. April sighed, knocking on the door in a general 'no-nonsense' fashion. The music ended, and a cheerful voice chimed out, "Come in!" The door opened, and the kids would be happy to realize that, unlike the hallway, this room was anything but 'militaristic' as the heavy scent of vanilla and peppermint wafted out. Screens were on display, like in the other rooms, but they were fewer, and all were black. As well, there were several microphones and speakers, all leading to a desk in the middle of the room. The walls were a deep beige color, and the sides not covered in screens were covered with letters and pictures of many people. If they looked close enough, they could see pictures of their parents, or of themselves as children. There was a door at the far end, and a coffee maker to the side, next to a cabinet and a radio. On the desk were more pictures, documents, two tiny American flags on poles on either side and a pale pink porcelain mug with a sleeping cat on it. But the most pleasant part of the room was the woman sitting at the desk, a remote in one freshly-manicured hand and a pen, back end capped, in the other. She wore a black and gold blouse, form-fitting, with padded shoulders and a scooping neckline, and around her neck rested a string of shimmering pearls. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, and if she were asked she would of course lie and say she wasn't wearing any at all, but her lips were cherry colored and her eyelashes stood out above her brown eyes. Her hair, brunette, was piled on top of her head in a comfortable, proper ballet bun. In a word, she was enchanting, and, as she spoke, that word didn't just apply to her appearance. "Oh, you're all here!" She smiled brightly at everyone,recapping the pen and setting it and the remote down next to a small stack of documents. "I've been waiting all week, I wasn't sure when you'd all come around!" "This is the head of the communications sector," April said, waving a hand lazily at the woman, "Anna-Louise Martin." "Those of you who don't know me can of course call me Miss Louise," She added on. It was very blatant she'd both been caught off-guard and was releasing a lot of pent-up excitement, like a balloon whose tie had just been pricked. "We'll be communicating together quite a lot, as I'll be offering you directions and advice via your various mecha." She glanced around them. "Some of you seem very new to me," she paused in particular at Giselle, "So how about you all introduce yourselves?" The pilot in question stepped forward, her posture ramrod straight as she assumed the standard military position and saluted. "Giselle Frieda Jaeger, formerly of Untergrund Berlin and pilot to Schwere Waffen Kai." Almost as if on cue, her companion stepped forward as well, though he was not as professional in his greeting as Giselle was. "Eren Kaiser, also from Untergrund Berlin. I'm the mechanic."
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Post by mekasoundwave on Jul 31, 2013 22:05:43 GMT -8
Dan kept quiet as Anderson and Hawke made themselves known. He had a bit of an ego, but he knew better than to interrupt an official, especially during his first briefing with them. Just as quick as the two adults arrived, they shepherded the kids out of the hangar for a tour of the base proper. As they made it to the bridge, he realized that the whole under staffing issue didn't extend to the higher ups or the technical side of warfare. That was a relief. You could win a war with one soldier given the right commander and information. Likewise, an army of thousands could sputter and collapse without direction and guidance. Mom had said that to him once and he couldn't tell if that was something she made up or something she stole from Sun Tzu.
He soon found himself in a decidedly home-y office with a surprisingly energetic and cheery woman behind the desk. Things might be different in America, but from his experience, most folks working communications couldn't boast about high levels of enthusiasm.
The woman wanted introductions from the new pilots, specifically new ones. Dan just assumed he was one of them.
"Yamato Dan," he said with a bow to the woman at the desk. "Pilot of the Masamune. Nice to meet you, Miss Louise."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 31, 2013 22:11:31 GMT -8
"Heyyy," Darren beamed dimly. "I'm Darren Kiss-tee-yah-kowsky, ha, say that a few times fast, and pilot Nimrod," the teen nodded with satisfaction, but before he could notice the looks on their faces - for multiple reasons - he caught and corrected himself. "Oh, that's KPNC Model V, if you weren't in the know. Nice to meet you guys!"
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 31, 2013 22:16:27 GMT -8
He kept pace, and his camera hid in his backpack, as he followed the impromptu tour group throughout the facility until they got to the room, situating himself into a nook in the corner of the group, one hand grasping his backpack, the other fiddling nervously with a loose in his belt.
As he noticed their introductions, Fynn decided that now would have been a good time to speak up.
"U-Uuh, Fynn Albertyne." He said, smiling nervously at the others. His German accent broke throughout most of is speech. "I pilot Kit- Erm... Hund Krieger, u-... uhm... Dog Warrior."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 31, 2013 22:42:23 GMT -8
"Max Crosser, pilot of SAL..."
Louise smiled up at May, returning her hug.
"I'm doing wonderful! It's great to meet all of you." Her hands fell, and she pulled away from the desk, moving in front of it before the kids could finally see that she sat in a wheelchair, one leg an only barely noticeable prosthetic underneath a black pencil skirt. "I remember a few of you, though I doubt you kids really know me. Where have you guys all gone so far?"
"This was the first place after the hangar that I took them, Anna."
"That's no fun. So I'm the first person you've all met so far that aren't the mechanics? Well, for those of you who are really new, after all..."
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Post by JW% on Aug 1, 2013 0:47:46 GMT -8
Jay and Lucy walked the hangar after Miss Anderson had shepherded the pilots out.
"You really shouldn't encourage them." He noted as they walked. "We tend to have enough discipline problems as it is."
Jay held up a hand. "I'm sorry, it's the KPNC project. The head of the project is pushing it down our throats, and all it's promises just seem too good to be true. I hope it is true this time, but... let's just say this tactic has been used before. There always seems to be more challenges than forseen, and I don't like how we're being rushed into this. Not when the Kistiakowsky are dead and we don't even know exactly what went wrong for them. There's too many black boxes we don't understand in our mecha as it is, and the kaiju are yet another not fully understood threat. It's almost as if the mecha work for us because they want to work for us, and the kaiju don't."
"And don't mention the moth daikaiju playing benevolent goddess of Philippines or the fire eating turtle daikaiju that sometimes pops up from the Sea of Okhotsk. They still cause damage now and again, and tend to attack any mecha that comes into their territory. Besides this 'Nimrod' isn't like those two at all. Look at the Kiryu project. Metal Dragon indeed... that thing was categorically dead, and somehow it managed to activate itself and rampage. I'm afraid were going to have that all over again and... no I don't know where Samantha is since you don't seem to be listening to me."
Samantha Catherina was at this moment heading back up to the base. She'd been given the day off, and had been enjoying it until she'd run into an off duty bridge bunny that told her today was the day April was giving the tour. April clearly didn't care for the idea of Samantha's profession or the pilots having access to her, but there was only so much April could do to the civilian contractor.
Jay sighed, wondering how the day could go any worse. When the alarm klaxons started sounding declaring the base was under attack. "Somebody picked the wrong day to try that..." He muttered, striding purposefully across the hangar as the activity within it changed it's focus and the catwalks started to retract away from the mecha while the launch catapults positioned themselves.
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Patty gave a wave to Miss Louise. "You know me! I'm Patty. Aunty Chun gave me Sierra Romeo for my birthday last weekend, an' I'm gonna be a pilot now! It's so neat!"
On Miss Louise's desk a light flashed a few times, and finally a holographic image appeared of an implacable looking young lady with dark skin and short hair. Her eyes were hidden by a glare from the monitors casting off her glasses.
"Miss Louise." Annastasia said. "We have detected a high altitude daikaiju over the base. It was hiding in cloud cover until recently. It took to making a rapid descent just moments after breaking out of the clouds. We believe it's intend is to land directly on the base itself. Anti-air weapons are already being deployed, but the creature in question, believed to be of the Angelus genus, simply needs to finish the fall and it will be out of our firing arcs. Conventional weapons are being activated already, Commander Xanthony has already been informed. I intend to inform Commander Warrens after you have been. I am activating the base alert now."
Alarm klaxons started sounding throughout the base, even as the muffled sound of anti-air guns could be heard.
"Will there be anything else?" Annastasia asked with a straight, unperturbed expression.
They were about two minutes away from feeling the impact of the beast as it finished it's descent and made either a really big splash in the surrounding lake, or a crater on the artificial island that had once been a city.
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Post by Alastor on Aug 1, 2013 2:09:10 GMT -8
The oldest pilot snapped back into reality as he heard the alarm klaxons go off, grinning to himself. As he bolted out of the room, heading towards the hangar as he enthusiastically shouted "Awww shit! Time for the best part!"
The seventeen year old Belle sighed as she turned around, following her brother out the door- albeit walking instead running. Of all the days this could of happened, why was it the one day she decided to wear high-heels? And considering everything, she probably wouldn't even fight the thing, even if she did sortie in time to.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 1, 2013 5:02:57 GMT -8
Giselle was already starting to move back towards Schwere Waffen Kai as the klaxons went off, her pace somewhat hurried but otherwise calm; essentially a power walk. Halfway through her progress was halted by none other than the mechanic as he reached out and gently grabbed her arm.
Giselle looked over, and it seemed the two shared a look that might have lasted eternity in some other timezone but was really only a few seconds.
"Be careful." Eren said quietly as he let go of her arm.
Giselle simply nodded in agreement, and resumed walking towards her mecha like the moment never happened.
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 1, 2013 11:15:04 GMT -8
April seemed to be about to say something to all of them - but before she could, half had run off. She groaned, looking back to Louise (who had returned to her desk, suddenly much more serious) before sighing and following her pilots back to the hangar.
Liz had no trouble knowing what to do. Sure, this was the first time ever she'd be trying this bad boy out in actual combat, but she'd flown it before. She stepped into a room across from her mech - all the mecha had such a room for their pilots - and emerged a few moments later in a skin-tight magenta suit. She headed immediately into the chest of Trinity, entering into a calm looking room an standing on the platform, hastily plugging herself in.
"Wel-l-ll-l-lcome, LIZ," The voice, vaguely feminine and mechanical, glitched slightly as it started up. Such a thing was usual for Trinity. Text scrolled across the secondary screens. "Pulse rate: Seventy-Five; Temperature: Ninety-Eight point Six degrees Fahrenheit, Thirty-Six degrees Celcius; Respiration: 20 BpM; Blood Pressure: One-Hundred-Twenty-" It suddenly broke off for a second, adopting a concerned tone while the text disappeared - replaced even on the main screen by a series of eyes. "Are you Nervous, LIZ? Your Stats suggest: Tension -"
"Trinity, we're running a little behind here, mind speeding all this up and getting us going?"
"Oh." The eyeballs blinked, looking down. "I suppose that is Necessary." The eyeballs disappeared, replaced once again by text on the secondary screens and the viewcam on the lead, as Trinity rolled off the rest of the stats, heading to the air. "Weight: One-Hundred Fourty-Three Pounds , Sixty-Four point Eight Kilograms - Height: Seventy Inches, One-Hundred Seventy-Seven point Eight Centimeters-"
Liz groaned.
Sometimes, Trinity didn't know when to shut up.
At least, however, they were in the air, and flying off and out of the hangar, in pursuit of the Angelus kaiju.
Max had been probably the most confused person in the hangar. But seeing the other people go into their doors, slipping on their flight suits for their mecha, he realized which one exactly was SAL.
Well... he supposed you didn't always win the lottery... he just remembered SAL being so much bigger...
He sat now inside the cockpit, flight suit and helmet on, strapped in to a semi-comfortable chair with all these buttons around him, and not really one hundred percent sure what to do.
"Press that button over there," A voice broke out to him. He jumped, before realizing it was Louise, on one of the secondary screens. "The big red one. That'll start you up and out. Everything else should become a bit more apparent after that."
He nodded, still a little dazed, but did as he was told. A few other things lit up, and along the bottom of the viewing screen, he saw words scroll past.
"Now Initiating Lighting Sequence . . . . Three . . . . Two . . . . One . . . ."
Several buttons flashed in front of him now. It made sense that she said it'd be clearer. He started pressing a few, moving about, and soon was able to leave the hangar, joining the others outside in pursuit of the Angelus.
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Post by JW% on Aug 1, 2013 12:51:36 GMT -8
Patty had squeaked when she heard the klaxons and started burble "it's time, it's time, it's time, what do I do, what do I do?" even as she ran out at full hyperactive pace. At about halfway down the hall she leaned forward and triggered her safety pack in a most unsafe manner, launching her down the hallway.
She also skipped the changing room, wearing just her jumpsuit, so her bundle of nervous energy might have been first to get to her mecha. It was hard to tell. Everyone else took the elevators up to their respective cockpits, Patty flew. This waste of pack fuel was generally frowned on, they were there to keep you safe from a not quite fifty meter fall if you were working on a mecha. Not for dangerous flights up that high.
Patty grabbed the rail above her cockpit and shut inside, dropping through a little tube before plopping into her seat. She reached out with both hands and threw the heavy breaker switch, causing the whole place to light up with power. Above and behind her head a Jacobs ladder of electrical current sparked to life. He suppressed a giggle into a maniac smile as she felt the tingling.
The round screen between her knees scrolled text in it's start up sequence.
"Primary hangar doors are opening. Zaltonus has right of way. Launch Catapult one active for SAL." Annastasia's voice said calmly inside their cockpits. "Launch Catapult two active for Schwere Waffen Kai." She was relaying what Jay and some of the other mechanics were reporting as they cleared the hangar floor allowing the giant machines to take the few steps necessary to lock themselves in the the catapults that would take them to the surface. A ramp was also available, but it would take less time if they used all the hangar exits. "Follow the blue path to your launch platform and ready for base ejection. Hangar skylight is opening. Trinity has flight access, followed by Sierra Romeo."
There was a sudden lurch across the base as the daikaiju hit, making a sizable crater in the road Zaltonus would have walked. Already there was a jet fighter in the air that buzzed it.
"Daikaiju has made ground fall. It is reconfiguring it's body. Confirmed ID. Angelus Aqueous breed. It is shedding it's wing shell for combat. We have jets on the scene. Tanks moving into position. This is a class one daikaiju." Which wasn't that much, all things considered. The lowest class while still retaining the 'dai' part to the name. Just barely enough that the conventional weapons probably wouldn't hurt it. "Reports indicate that it's core is fully engorged. Do not rupture the red orb in it's torso. Repeat, avoid red orb at all costs."
In the back of her mind Patty probably could do the math that said launching more than one mecha against this was overkill. Two at the most, since it was in the base and needed to be removed as soon as possible before it could damage more than a runway. Still, she was the executioners blade, and she thirsted to bring forth righteous vengance.
"Cast in the name of God... Ye not Guilty."
Her mecha proclaimed her fit for duty, and Patty crossed her arms with a grin as the horseshoe shaped waldos lowered around her body. The two joysticks launched out from behind her chair and snapped into place at the front of the waldos a moment before she took a hold of them.
"It's... showtime!" Patty crowed, like she'd heard her grandfather did. Somewhere in the base Jay groaned and put his palm to his face. "Sierra Romeo... To Action!" With a press of the pedals at her feet, which had little booster steps applied so her feet could reach, thrusters from the back of SRJWF flared to life as it adjusted itself to launch up through the skylight after Trinity.
((Tell me who all is active in the combat and I'll give the results, you can write out the battle scene from that. I don't expect this to be anything more than a curbstomp of the poor kaiju.))
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 1, 2013 13:37:52 GMT -8
It took only a few seconds for Giselle to finish the pre-combat preparations just as the launch catapult sent Schwere Waffen Kai into the air. At the arc of the launch she pushed the controls forward, timing her landing so that she was within optimum targeting distance of the Angelus Daikaiju which turned out to be within a cluster of trees that concealed her from its sight. Once on solid ground, Giselle repositioned the mecha, making sure not to draw any attention to herself as she anticipated the moment she could open fire on it.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 1, 2013 13:47:59 GMT -8
Marco covered his ears as the alarms went off and scampered off to the changing room, and put on his black and blue flight suit as fast as he could.
As he ran to the hanger he saw Rey's hatch being open by none other then his brother.
"There's our pilot," his brother laughed, "Good luck out there and be careful."
"I will Sergio," Marco said, giving his brother a quick hug, "I always am."
He jumped into the hatch, and quickly sat down at his chair, and looked at his interface. Rey's AI was telling his instructions in Spanish, since Rey and his original pilot Santiago Salazar, were originally from Mexico. Marco wasn't the best at Spanish, but he was fluent enough to do the proper launch sequence.
He landed a bit farther away from the Daikaiju then the others, he was more of support after all, not a major fighter.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Aug 1, 2013 13:55:57 GMT -8
The sound of the klaxon blaring was something that crossed all language barriers. It meant the same thing everywhere: it was go time. Dan also dashed out of the room, headed for the hangar. He hadn't been here long, but he knew enough of how to find his way. At least to the places he needed to go to. And the first place on the agenda was the changing room. Dan entered and re-emerged in his white, black and red suit in record time and took off for his mecha. He scrambled across the walkway and opened the hatch on Masamune's chest, climbing in and closing it behind him. Stepping forward, Dan approached the central platform of the cockpit, touching a monitor to start powering on the mecha. Lights all around the cockpit began lighting up and the sound of power entering all the systems began to hum proudly. After a few seconds, the central monitor flashed a message at the machine's pilot: ?!The monitor sunk into the floor and a holographic screen appeared at the front end of the cockpit, showing a human figure with it's arms and legs spread wide out. Dan matched the pose and the figure flashed green, vanished and was replaced with another pose. Dan did this for a few more poses until the screen flashed another message at him: OK!With that, a pair of skeletal metal "boots" clamped around his legs and a similar pair of "gloves" holographically formed on his arms. The cockpit flashed to life, forming a 360 degree panoramic view of the world outside his mech. Dan was all ready to go. All he needed was the go ahead from his officials and for all his teammates to be ready and the mission could start.
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Post by Alastor on Aug 1, 2013 14:44:45 GMT -8
The pilot of the Zaltonus hadn't even bothered to head to a changing room to put on his piloting suit- deciding to beeline directly to his mech's cockpit, slamming the hatch behind him as he entered. The machine's cockpit came to life as the single screen flickered awake to show the surroundings, the endless array of buttons flashed brightly, and (perhaps most importantly) the little hula girl Adam had on the dash bobbled as the pilot took his seat and took command of the machine.
Outwardly the towering giant's mono eye activated, glowing a deep purple. The machine's limp, steel arms crossed against the chest as it stood at its launch door.
"Ready to go." --- Maybelle had, unlike her idiot of a brother, quickly changed into her plum pilot suit. She ran towards her own Excellion's cockpit as he fiddled with the white vest required to pilot the machine. She entered the machine's lightless control system. She maneuvered into the dark, probing about to find the seat.
It took a moment, but the girl would find the light-blue contraption. She sat into the machine's seat, grabbing and connecting the freely wires to the back of the vest. She moved her hand as several screens flickered on as her machine came to life outside. The sound of heavily synthesized marimbas chimed the activation of the machine.
The angelic titan's head looked upward, following after the other two flying mecha into the battlefield as its wings fluttered it off the ground.
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Post by JW% on Aug 1, 2013 15:36:53 GMT -8
((Started rolling the dice on this one. The Angelus is very fast compared to the first few mecha on the field, getting three hits to their two. It attacks Trinity and pounds on her pretty bad, damaging a wing and grounding her, her counter attack misses, SchereWaffen and SAL fire, blowing off one leg and putting a hole in it's torso(narrowly avoiding the orb), the Angelus is staggered so much that it's attacks on Trinity miss or are parried by her blade, and one of the gun-men manage to put a big enough hole through it's torso that it bleeds out without puncturing the orb which will cause a self destruct and spread bio-hazard all over the base. The second wave of mecha arrive in time for mop up as the creature bleeds out. There you go. Make it into something epicish.))
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Post by Penny Royals on Aug 1, 2013 16:23:48 GMT -8
((Awriiiight, part one, I guess.))
Liz was surprised to realize that she was the first one out, though that surprise was quickly driven away as she saw the Angelus kaiju swooping down overhead. Quickly, she unsheathed her sword - but apparently, she wasn't quick enough. The kaiju came down to her level, its legs latching around Trinity's chest while its arms and mask sought to attack the head.
She struggled her left arm free, trying to shove the Angelus away. While she succeeded in doing that, its arm caught her left wing, ripping off the tip in a meek explosion of sparks and wires.
She gave a soft cry as she fell towards the ground, landing on her feet. The cord attached into her left arm had sent a shockwave through her shoulder blade. She grimaced, lashing out against the kaiju with her sword - and missing pitifully.
SAL, down below, had just come out. He gave a small gasp, seeing the much larger mech being brought to the ground, one of the four screens in SAL's cockpit displaying Liz wincing. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew she needed help.
An orange button glowed brilliantly nearby him. He pressed it, took aim, and released, sending a cannonball zooming right for the Angelus kaiju that was going in for a second attack on Trinity.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 1, 2013 16:31:54 GMT -8
Just as the daikaiju was about to strike Trinity again, it was struck simultaenously from two fronts: the first being SAL, firing a cannonball shot while the second attack was from Schwere Waffen Kai as it burst out from the trees with a volley of gatling rounds from Levi and Gunnar, giving the monster no chance to recover as it recoiled from the onslaught.
Within the confines of her cockpit, Giselle allowed a tiny smirk to break through her usually cool and composed countenance as she continued firing at the Angelus Daikaiju.
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