Feburary 15th, 2999 AD. Noesetieaer, 329 A.T.C.

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You look outside the Modron class transport at the infinity of space. On the horizon is Aeris. ETA, One hour.

"Some of you may recognize me as 4th Knight Charlot Aznavour. There are many familiar faces amongst you and I welcome the newer recruits just arriving. I see many of you are also Neo-Gallian, You'll find yourselves quite at home on Aeris. We will be landing in Midgar shortly and linking with the Midgar Defence Corps. Since the failure of the peace talks, people have been on high alert, however it should be largely uneventful. My expectations are simple; Follow orders and do not act rashly without my approval. Lives are lost that way. Now, I'll be heading to the Mabon. If there are any questions, my door is open. Otherwise, I expect you to acquaint yourself to your company."

edited 7th May '11 12:18:30 PM by Fauxlosophe

Gen shifted his weight on the uncomfortable padded seat. Standard military stuff. Too stiff to provide any decent underside support. It would be the least of any armoured soldier's issues, with a standard marine hefting a full suit of uncomfortable apparel. Gen was spared this extra displeasure as he was a pilot. A Knight to be exact. 8th rank, relatively experienced.

Gen Kwon looked at the other Knights wordlessly. The silence was deafaning.

"Alright," An eyepatched hispanic woman stood up as Aznavour left, "That wasn't exactly a speech meant to inspire but he's got a point, I'm in charge of Neutral Company, it says. I'm Minene Jose. My call is sign Hot Ice."

"I'm Corto Maltese of Sierra Company," An old man in an older uniform spoke up, "If the gents in my company would be so kind would be so kind as to follow."

"We are Lucy and Ray," A blonde haired woman said, standing next to a young brown haired man, "Anyone with us is in the Scout company. We'll give you a quick briefing from the drop ship."

edited 29th Apr '11 6:17:37 PM by Fauxlosophe

It's a Tuesday, the kind of Tuesday so utterly boring that even a man with a mind like a steel trap wishes he had a strong cup of coffee to keep him from nodding off while the big man gives out his assignment. It's a strange thing, coffee. A friend of a friend inhales the stuff like it's his lifeblood, which I guess it is. I take mine black, naturally, like the mahogany color of my skin, except... darker. More like the inky black void of the sky outside of this window.

Space, that inhospitable vacuum we're drifting through. Out in space, colder than a rich dame's shoulder next to a Tapian beggar. Told that we're going to spend our tour looking out a window for Feds as we watch the days go by. I can already see the cobwebs.

As soon as I process the thought, a dame stands up. Jose, Minene is her name. Seems she's my new CO, and she's called "Hot Ice". I can see why, with that eyepatch. Yowzah. I try to keep my voice smooth and steady as I tip my absurdly stylish fedora in her direction and end my unreasonably lengthy internal monologue.

"Vinicio Merlo, Miss." The supposed PI bowed to his new superior. "Friends call me Vinny. Callsign's Rainy Night."

edited 13th Jun '11 8:55:05 PM by darksidevoid

"Pleasure," Jose smirked, "What brings you to Aeris?"

"Aeris... I've been stationed on that rock over there on every one of my deployments since graduation." He jabbed a thumb toward the distant planet visible through the viewport, giving it a fond smile. "Pretty nice place, especially Midgar. Some of the locals know me pretty well, and I did alright in my previous tours, so I guess Command wanted me back again... and here I am." He shrugged.

"You must'a missed the Winter Soltice, then. That was a hell of a Christmas present, I tell ya," Jose shook her head, "As to the locals, the Midgar are too proud for their own good and the Gallians just speak their Newvoel pidgin."

"You and Command probably think I'm crazy for it, but I do like that planet. Even picked up some of that 'pigden' while I was stationed. Mawn Eedroefoel es veed dehs angueel." Vinny grinned, chuckling a little. "Yeah, I managed to get leave that week. Needed to look after my ailing grandmother back on Illion Prime. I may have missed the solstice assault, but I plan to be here and waiting for the next one." He pounded a fist into his palm, nodding.

"I really have to question yer taste in recreation if that was ever useful."

He shrugged again. "Better to be prepared in case I need to talk to a Gallian or listen in on a conversation, right? People talk much more freely if they think you don't know what they're saying, and they're much more tolerable if you can speak to them in their own language."

"Kwon? Descartes?" Jose looked over, "You're in this company too. Or are we the mute company?"

The quiet blonde spoke up, meeting her CO's eyes. "Apologies, Ma'am. Jeanne Descartes, it will be an honor to fight with you all, I'm certain."

edited 30th Apr '11 5:35:45 AM by lockonlockon

Gen eyed his superior wordlessly, hoping she'd actually think he was mute. After a few moments, he cut the act and let out a small grin.

"I'm Gen Kwon ma'am. I pilot an albatross."

"Huh. Suicidal?" Jose smirked at the mention of the albatross then looked out the window.

Suddenly the smile was gone, instead there was an expression of shock.

"Looks like you may get your wish."

Outside was the view of a fleet, nearly 7000 ships. All Federation.

A silver Excalibur emerged into the view in front of the window.

"This is Charlot," The intercomm spoke, "The transport is to continue towards its destination of Midgar. Neutral company; your frames are the only ones able to deploy from the dropship, so you are going to help create a distraction, understood? The rest of you just hold and pray."

"You heard the man, we're deploying," Jose said, running towards the dropships.

• Armoured Mobile Frames
• Armuerae Kadr Moebeel

In the hanger was a standard Clarent down to the Arcon Wrot and Sabre, which Jose mounted.

The other were, clockwise, an ultra-light weight ground combat Excalibur model, a four-legged machine, as much cannon as frame and what a trained eye might recognize as a Spitfire modified for guerrilla combat and ambush operations.

edited 30th Apr '11 7:59:24 AM by Fauxlosophe

Gen Kwon followed Jose, stepping up into the pilot's seat for the Albatross. He activated the system in sequence and once the communications were up, he added a comment about piloting the albatross.

"Ma'am. The albatross is only dangerous to your opponent. You just need to know how to pilot it well."

Jeanne wordlessly ran into the hangar and jumped into her frame. She quickly performed the pre-flight checks. "All green, ready to fly at any time."

Centauri

Objective: Survive! Hold out for two turns then retreat back to the transport

Ships:

• Taranis Satelite: 1500%
• Madron Class Transport: 600%

Frames:

• Il Maestro D'Argent [Excalibur Variant], 4th Charlot: 5 acts, 165%.
• Clarent, Jose: 3 acts, 150%
• Excalibur du Fierbois, Jeanne: 4 Acts, 140%.
• Albatross, Gen Kwon: 3 Acts, 150%.
• Spiteful, Vinny: 4 Acts, 125%.

Federation

Ships:

• Grigori Class Transport: 650%

• Magellan A1: 125%
• Quicksilver A2: 150%
• Quicksilver A3: 150%
• Quicksilver A4: 150%

• Megallen B1: 140%
• Quicksilver B2: 150%
• Spitfire[?] B3: 125%

edited 30th Apr '11 12:06:26 PM by Fauxlosophe

Silver Comet vs. Entire Flight.

Wordlessly, Charlot lead the charge. He targeted the entire scout flight single handedly.

He moved in [1] and struck at three of the frames, still in tight formation, as he passed [2,3,4]. He phazed into stealth mode shortly after. Damage was minor, but the psychological effect was evident. The Feds unloaded their rounds into his area to no visible effect, until one chipped him. Damage was minimal, but the Feds still scattered.

Yazan vs. Minene and Jeanne

A Magellen drew a Beam Sabre and charged at Jean, while a Federation Spitfire shot off a few rounds at Vinny.

"Shit," Jose said into the com, "They're coming on fast. Suicide; take some heat off the cunning linguist there. I'll do the same for Saint."

edited 30th Apr '11 1:23:06 PM by Fauxlosophe

Gen launched and transmitted.

"This is Flash. I'll be staying back and thinning out enemy forces. Give me some cover."

Gen Kwon started charging his frame's signature MECC. It was likely one of the most destructive weapons that could be used by a frame. At the same time, it severely limited the ability to do anything other than fire the cannon. It was a specialist frame designed for a specific purpose. Exactly why Gen Kwon chose it.

Targetting Magellan A1, Gen fired the beam of destruction towards it, and began charging the next round immediately.

"Thanks for the compliment, Hot Ice."

Vinny smirked widely as he noticed a Federation unit that seemed designed for sniping all but charging straight for him. "New to the battlefield, are we Terran?" He began to fly in bewildering patterns about the heavier Federation frame. His drone-projected frame followed his lead, programmed for just such completely insane maneuvers.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gen charging up his oversized cannon. "Holy-" The detective altered his course to avoid being hit by the ensuing stream of death, aiming at the frame he was orbiting and firing off a couple of rounds in the process. "Careful where you aim that thing, Flash! Somebody might get hurt."

Deploy projection drone [1], Evasive Maneuvers [2], Aim at Quicksilver B2 [3], Karol rapid fire at B2 [4].

edited 30th Apr '11 2:11:05 PM by darksidevoid

Jeanne attempted to parry the attacks from Magellan's sword with her own, [1,2,3] then countered with a slash aimed dead center. [4] This guy's good, but when it comes to swords, I'm better.

"The enemy is retreating," Minene said into the radio, "Should we pursue?"

"No, there's no gain in doing that. Leave them here and call it our victory," Charlot spoke into the communicator, "Excellent job. You will all make for very suitable pilots on Aeris."

Centauri

Objective: Survive! Hold out for two turns then retreat back to the transport

Ships:

• Taranis Satelite: 1024%
• Madron Class Transport: 600%

Frames:

• Il Maestro D'Argent [Excalibur Variant], 4th Charlot: 5 acts, 140%.
• Clarent, Jose: 3 acts, 150%
• Excalibur du Fierbois, Jeanne: 4 Acts, 80%.
• Albatross, Gen Kwon: 3 Acts, 150%.
• Spiteful, Vinny: 4 Acts, 125%.

Federation

Ships:

• Grigori Class Transport: 650%

Frames:

• Magellan A1: 5%
• Quicksilver A2: 140%
• Quicksilver A3: 130%
• Quicksilver A4: 150%

• Megallen B1: 20%
• Quicksilver B2: 110%
• Spitfire[?] B3: 125%

edited 30th Apr '11 5:58:14 PM by Fauxlosophe

"This is Jade Saint, requesting permission to pursue the enemy." Jeanne thought to herself. One less Fed means one less obstacle. However, I must wait on my CO's orders.

edited 30th Apr '11 5:58:02 PM by lockonlockon

Gen immediately cut off his charge, saving the ammo from complete incineration. Instead of replying to Vinny's comment, he responded by bringing up his own statistics on his frame. Only 70% accuracy with the MECC but power increased to 120%. Powerful but hard to control.

Following orders, Flash began his retreat back to the transport.

"Commander's ord-" Minene replied in an ironic tone only to be cut off,

"If you wish, you have my permission," Charlot replied, "However, it is suicide. The Centauri cause is furthered by your continued survival; if you die here you do so for your own reasons."