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Mecha RPG - Recollection of a Solar War (Story Thread)

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Hello Purvis: A couple minutes after Trei Noir beamed up a whole lotta dudes "Hey," says Kisume, as she disengages Bucket Force from one of the remaining platoons. "I think the Martians are starting to run away!" "You would be right," says Shizuha, "It seems their forces are falling back as a whole. Whether they are just regrouping or retreating as a whole, remains to be seen. But we do have other problems." "There's earthies and moonies out there," says Rumia, frowning, "I can see 'em." "It seems that there's been been an evacuation order for Avalon, as well," says Shizuha, also frowning. "Kisume, I think this battle has been mostly lost." Kisume growls, gripping the control yoke strongly enough to drive all the color from her hands. "Like hell it has. Did we come all the way out here just to let all the bloodshed continue? We can't just back down!" "It seems the Terrans and Lunarians are fighting each other, as well." Shizuha notes. "We could turn that to our advantage. If nothing else, they'll distract each other while people get away." "That's not much better," says Kisume. "You've not seen what their worlds are like, Shizuha, okay? I have. I've seen it! I've lived among the most hated youkai outside of Makai, and the things I saw made me sick to my stomach!" "Go on," says Shizuha. Rumia nods as well, looking away from her her controls to look at Kisume. "If it's Terrans and Lunarians fighting, there's not going to be any mercy, alright? Whoever the capture, I don't even want to think about what would happen to them! They don't deserve that, alright?" "Even though those victims would happily victimize the same way if given the chance?" asks Shizuha. Kisume fixes a hard look on Shizuha for a moment, before jerking her head back over to the visual scans. "The hell you saying that for? That's what they used to say about us in the Ancient City, you know! And that's what people would say about Grouch, too! I don't even want to hear it! If that's the way you want to be thinking, just get the hell out of this machine right now!" "That is not what I meant," says Shizuha. "I just needed to know where your heart is. It is important for a deity, you must understand." "Right, we're going then?" asks Kisume. "It isn't right for one such as I to make that decision," says Shizuha. "I don't have a life to risk in the same way that you do." Kisume nods. "Rumia?" "Why'd you think I came?" Rumia says, "Not because I like Yukari that much!" "Good, thanks," says Kisume, as she shifts the mecha into Crow Force. "Red, let the others know what we're doing." "Of course," Shizuha opens a general comms to the Gensokyoan forces, as Crow Force zooms toward the battle. "This is Red with Bucket Force. The Martians are retreating, but the Terrans and Lunarians are here and spilling too much blood for our tastes, so we're going to go route them as well. If someone would be nice enough to back us up, we'd really appreciate it. It might go toward keeping Avalon intact. Over~"

trancehime: CURRENT ACT Target Locale: Avalon Colony Airspace Rem was able to get the message from the Crow Force mentioning their intent to decidedly rout, or at least dissuade the Lunarian and Terran forces from continuing their assault on Avalon and against each other. Rem smiled as he thought to himself Now is my opportunity to get back at those bastards who left my ass, and my pals' asses out there for dead. They will not leave unscathed! Actually, it wasn't even clear if the message the Bucket Force issued was going to be for them as well as the other Nachtmare pilots, but it appeared that Shingyoku did something to snitch the message, as she was constantly giggling. "Let's get this show on the road!" Sariel relished control of the Ophelia back to Rem as he started to shift back into invisibility and rest the Sturmfraulein for the meantime, instead opting to use his deadly piledriver, which he would skilfully and swiftly slam into the neck areas of specific Terran mechs, causing them to malfunction and get destroyed. Speaking of, Rem earlier managed to fell a Lunarian mech, but something about that Lunarian mech turned Rem off a little. That thing... It seemed a little bit familiar. The movements are quick, very quick, just like that one... he thought. It seemed too easy to take down though, so I doubt it was him... Or was it? I don't know. All I do know is that he is an adversary and if he is to take me down in combat, I won't forgive myself. Or die trying. Rem sighed. "Hey, Sariel. I think it might be best for us to co-ordinate with the others for the meantime." "What's with the change of heart?" Sariel said. "I... have some scores to settle." "I... see. I'll patch them up then." Sariel continued, allowing Rem to gain communications to the Crow Force. Rem sounded a lot less cold and a lot more excited. "Hey, this is Nymph calling to Red. Sorry about my little display earlier, but I feel that if you plan to rout those Terran and Lunar bastards, you should let me lend you guys a hand. I can assist in taking down key specific mechs and disabling for your own uses. Just let me know what to do. Over!"

Caber Knight Etch-A-Sketch: Avalon, Martian High Orbit, After Anthony rips open his cockpit. A Terran frame hit the ground as Forte charged up the Bunkerbuster again. This new machine was a rather nice change. The controls worked well with him, much like the Garunda, but better. It was as if it was made for him. Unbeknownst to Forte and Marisa, there was a definite connection between the two as the Twilight Moon moved gracefully through the enemy frames; well, as gracefully as a machine can. This would have a rather grave consequence later on... "Carrier Dao Sutai to Full Moon, come in!" It was the reinforcement fleet. "Go ahead, Dao Sutai." "We're here to take you home. The rest of your squardon is safe in the hangar bays." "Sorry, but I'm a little caught up in something right now!" "Understood, we are dispatching New Moon to assist you." "...crap." LC Carrier Dao Sutai, Hangar Bays, end of the transmission. "All systems are go. New Moon, you are clear for launch." Aria took a deep breath in and readied herself for battle. "Roger that, Dao Sutai. New Moon, launching!" The thrusters shone with an eerie blue light as the Dancing Whirlwind darted towards the Avalon. Throughout the Martian and Terran fleet, warning lights and panic rang through both fleets as the infamous "New Moon" approached. The comms system flooded with paniced talks of the Angelic Circ Saw coming. One abitious pilot flew in front of Aria, Bunkerbuster ready. "I'll stop you, you Lunar butcher!" The pilot roared. That's all he really got the chance to do as a great Plasma beam slashed the Terran frame in two. "That was too easy." Weaving in and out of enemy fire, the Dancing Whirlwind landed, running a Martian frame through in the meantime. Aria quickly spotted the Garunda's IFF and rushed over to meet him. She would try greeting him in a cute fashion to win him over again this time around... Avalon, near the Great Mana Core, Aria's arrival. Alice was explaining to Forte about the situation as he and Marisa fought off enemy frames. As it stood, the Terrans and the Martians were fighting over the ship. The Lunar Corporation, as Forte definitly knew, were simply investigating the occurance. However, to lose a former Ravager pilot would be a big blow to the military, thus a fleet was sent to retrieve Forte. But damn it all, why did they send Aria? In anycase, the pressing matter was with the Mana Core overload that needed to be prevented. IF the Mana Core overloads, millions would die, something that Forte can't allow to happen. The first thing to do was clear out the MFC occupying the area around the Mana Core, but that would be a little difficult. "Forte! I finally found you!" The Whirlwind landed as two halves of a Martian Heavy Frame crashed to the ground. Aria was overjoyed at first until she noticed Forte's new ride. "F-forte? what's going on?" "Eh? Who's that, an ex-girlfriend, ze?" Marisa asked audibly to Forte. Aria's heart jumped when she heard Marisa's voice on the comms system. "Forte, who is this?" "Look, Aria, it's not going to work out. Besides, you came here to get me, right?" "Yes, but what's with that Frame of yours? What happened?" "Ah, well, the thing is that the Garunda got combined with her machine, so all we have to do is ju--" FOrte didn't get to finish his sentence as a Plasma Blade grazed the Twilight Moon. "You bastard...I waited and waited for you to return..." "Hey, when did I say that?!?" "I'll free your machine from hers even if I have to rip it apart with the LRPS!" The other 7 Plasma blades shot out and the LRPS began to spin menacingly. Forte pulled the Twilight Moon away as the Dancing Whirlwind suddenly charged. "Man," Marisa began, "this is one crazy broad, much like another girl I know." "Hey! Now isn't the time to joke around!" Alice frantically yelled from the comms system. "That Frame has an experimental Plasma weapon! I recommend long-range attacks!" "Well, We've got a capital-ship's gun by the looks of things, so how much more range do we need?" Marisa activated the Railgun. Forte gripped the controls tightly. Sorry Aria, Forte thought, but I'm only fighting to survive...

Hello Purvis: (OOC: So now I'm a Co Sub GM, and I'll be handling this bit) Literally seconds after getting comms from Trei Noir and Ophelia With the twenty-seven Terran and twenty-seven Lunar Corp frames savagely tearing into one another, they did not really notice the loan Nachtmare flying at them until it was within a couple hundred yards. By the time that their recon mechs were able to transmit this information, Crow Force had already rained down several indiscriminant volleys of the Fweem Beem upon the long-range units, and was in the process of making a turn for another pass. The pace of the battle slows for a moment, as the recon units do their best to make sense of this turn of events. "Have you found their eyes yet?" shouts Kisume as she changes Crow Force to the thinner and more manueverable Eel Force; the force of its velocity and the turn whipping the mecha around quickly at the cost of speed. "I'm heading in this time!" "Still searching," says Shizuha. Rumia makes small noises on the edge of her tongue as she sends barely-aimed attacks at the long-range frames, sounding oddly like drum drum cymbals. Moments later, Trie Noir fires upon one of the Luna sharpshooters taking aim at Crow Force, a heavier mech with an energy-based rifle. The attack catches it off guard, severely damaging its stabilizing arm; more than enough to send its shot wildly array. "This is Red," Says Shizuha as she contacts Trei Noir and Ophelia, "Keep the pressure on their reconnaissance units, please, before they can organize against us. If you can do something about the marksmen that would be lovely too. We're going to plunge into the melee a bit, that should detract them from firing at us. Stay mobile, over~" A couple of lightly built snipers; two Terran and one Lunar Corp, turn their attention toward Trei Noir now, taking aim with what appear to be solid-state rifles.

Jana: Just after Anthony's declaration "...Team, I'm giving you new orders. The rest of our army is here responding to a terrorist threat, so go aid in evacuating citizens." [Wait, what?][So, we're a peace corps now?][Guys, let's just go!] As his team made sense of the new orders, Jan activated the thrusters on his own machine, making his way over to the ship Anthony had pointed out. If Anthony wants to settle things this way, so be it. Atop the GranShario Bringing his mech up to the top of the ship, Jan switched off his radio to silence the objections of the other Martians inside. Seeing Anthony standing outside of his mech on the GranShario's hull, Jan opened up his cockpit to do the same. "...What the hell do you think you're doing? Don't you see that you're attacking your own comrades?!" Jan called out, hoping Anthony would hear him over the sound of the ship and the sounds of combat below. "You're battered and bloody. I can take you home and we'll figure out some way to-" "The Martian Foundry Corporation is no home to a Warrior of Justice!" Proclaimed Anthony loudly, pointing at Jan. "And I will make sure the world knows of the MFC's evil ways! Starting... With you!" "Wha- What the hell are you talking abou-' was all Jan managed to say before he was cut off again. "The Martians have ordered attacks on innocents on this colony! I cannot stand by doing nothing while people who did nothing wrong suffer!" "We're supposed to be here stopping some terrorist threat! Didn't you pay any attention to the brie-" "Of course they said that! If Warriors of Justice like you and I knew of the truth, we would never have followed their orders in the first place!" Jan recalled what he had discussed with his own unit members on thier way to the ship. What if he's right? What if we were all lied to because of some other reason? Ugh, I can't trust anyone's judgment... "...But my own!" Strengthening his resolve, Jan made his way to Anthony. "We'll see about that soon enough... But I'm not letting you go out there and die for something you don't even know is true!" "Didn't you hear what I said?! Of course it's all true! Even I must try to make up for it... Even I have to fight harder to ensure that-" "You don't have to fight anything! We can go back and order an investigation, or do it ourselves, or-" "There's no time for that! Justice waits for no one, and neither will an empire of evil!" Gritting his teeth, Jan kept going to Anthony, who was now walking to him as well. "Empire of evil? Don't make me laugh! This isn't some fictional ancient show, Anthony! This is real. Very real! We can't go rushing into everything!" "Hah! Like you know anything about what's real! Justice is real! Evil is real! And it's our duty to eliminate evil! Even if it means..." The two were now right in front of each other, with each of their machines right behind them. Looking right into each others' eyes, there was no mistaking it: Each one of them had their own resolve, and neither one was backing down. "...Means what?" Jan challenged. "...Even if it means that I have to get through to you, Jan." Jan instinctively threw his right fist forward, catching Anthony in the abdomen. "You're not getting through me before I get through you!" Anthony stepped back, but immediately rebounded forward, driving his own right first into Jan's exposed solar plexus. Scoring a direct hit on a very vulnerable spot, Anthony shouted, "I'm a Warrior of Justice! Even if I die, I will-" Doubled over in pain, Jan sprang forward and hit Anthony's chest with the top if his head. "Stop your grandstanding! You can't die here!" Instead of being forced back, Anthony answered Jan by pounding down with both of his fists, hitting Jan's shoulder blades. With an audible grunt of effort, Jan managed to stay up, and reared back with an uppercut that caught Anthony in the chin. Having grit his teeth beforehand, Anthony simply came back with a wide swing of his left arm, but Jan dodged by jumping back. Anthony pressed his attack with a right jab, but Jan caught it in his left palm and answered with his own jab. Anthony caught it as well, so the two friends were locked in. "I... Will not... CANNOT... Die here." "Then... Stop this absurdity... And come to your senses." "Thing is, Jan, I've already done that." "Right. I'll have to knock it into you then." "I cannot lose here!" Simultaneously, the two pilots let go of each others' fists while coming forward at the same time. Bringing in their resolve for the finishing blow, both landed a full punch on their opponent's face. Flying back and spinning, each had their own thoughts." I... I failed, didn't I? He's not coming home... No. I have to... Ag... Does he see? Or does he still want to stop me? It doesn't matter... "I CAN'T GIVE UP NOW, JAN!"

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