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Post by Angel Aries on Nov 4, 2002 22:37:45 GMT -5
*Aries stands out on a concrete landing pad as someone turns the lights on at the military base, lights going on in rows down airplane runways, lighting warehouses, military barracks, low-slung and heavy-built buildings, the entire area seemingly deserted. His eyes take a second to adjust, dusk as it is and all the better to calm the rising excitement in his gut. He scratches at his goatee, then turns to Mav.*
Will this do for an arena?
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Post by Maverick on Nov 4, 2002 22:45:43 GMT -5
Yes, it will.
*points to the Blue trimmed YF-2X Veritech Fighter*
Will that do?
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Post by Angel Aries on Nov 4, 2002 22:51:21 GMT -5
*grins, then jerks a thumb up and back at the seventeen-meter tall thorn behind him of his customized Serpent Mobile Suit, its predecessors of Endless Waltz fame, outfitted with a little extra armor, a little extra thrust, and a meaner beam sniper rifle to match the sixteen missiles in the shoulder silos, done in a dark green, black, gray, brown and red color scheme, dubbed ages ago to be forevermore christened the "Echo Serpent".*
If that will.
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Post by Maverick on Nov 4, 2002 23:02:19 GMT -5
*gets into Fighter*
Ready?
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Post by Angel Aries on Nov 4, 2002 23:08:19 GMT -5
*opens the hatch on the Echo Serpent, the ascension cable unwinding from above. He slips his foot into the stirrup, then lets it wind its way, pulling him up. He steps out onto the gangway, then sits down in the cockpit, buckling his restraints over his chest. The hatch closes, hermetic seals locking it down. The Echo Serpent's sensor eye lights up as the Mobile Suit comes to life. Inside, Aries settles his goggles over his eyes and gives a predator's grin, flipping a comm channel open to the YF-2X.*
Lock and load, rock and roll, gung ho, gung ho, gung ho...
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Post by Maverick on Nov 4, 2002 23:20:13 GMT -5
*the YF-2X takes off, and goes to Mach 10, my body is strained by the G forces, and glass shattering from the speed of the fighter*
This...is...incredible...now, to find Aries.
*converts to Battloid mode, and switches on the Pin Point Barrier.*
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Post by Angel Aries on Nov 4, 2002 23:30:20 GMT -5
*lifts his sniper rifle to hold its long barrel in his left palm, the trigger grip in his right, and kneels down behind a building, trying to assess his tactical situation.
If I try to take this to the air, he'll annihilate me...he does have the air superiority, while I've probably got a bit better range on him... he thinks to himself. Long arms against high wings. My best shot would be to get him out of the air first, he's damned faster than me! On the ground, I might be able to scare him by sneaking around...*
*Aries tosses a breath from between his lips. The Echo Serpent hunkers down a little further, while the slicing arc of the command and sensor antenna he had specially installed atop the Mobile Suit's head strains to pick up signs of a contact on the infrayed band or the IFF band.*
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Post by Maverick on Nov 4, 2002 23:37:52 GMT -5
*The YF-2X boosts ahead, faster than anything on the ground, with the Gun Pod ready*
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Post by Angel Aries on Nov 4, 2002 23:51:56 GMT -5
*Aries hisses to himself, hearing both the contact alarm and the whine of the Veritech's movements on the ground. Can't stay here now...gotta relocate...dammit, but I can't see if he's out there, he thinks, then lets his shoulders slump in a sigh. One way to find out, and-slash-or attract attention...
*The Echo Serpent begins to stand, still trying to keep low, then opens a housing in the Mobile Suit's hip, reaching for one of the seven Concussion Grenades contained within. He only has a set of fourteen, so, he feels a certain degree of reluctance to activate the munitions. He holds in the Mobile Suit's hand, counting off to himself.*
Two, three, four, five, dive...
*tosses the grenade away from him, where it lands between a pair of warehouses about three blocks away from him position and explodes, sending shrapnel into the air, scooping out a crater in the concrete. Without pausing to see it he had a bite or not, he throws his throttle up, the Echo Serpent's thrusters igniting and hammering down at the ground until the Mobile Suit achieves flight, throwing him into the air as if from a slingshot. He swivels the suit quickly in a 180 to look for Mav, the sniper rifle held at the ready for a killing shot, as the thrusters disengage and the Echo Serpent begins a gently curved arc towards the ground.*
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Post by NeoEllis on Nov 5, 2002 10:39:29 GMT -5
*drags a floding chair into the middle of the air strip, grabs a bag of penuts and sits down*
Please continue. :-)
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Post by neoviper7 on Nov 5, 2002 11:43:01 GMT -5
*drags a couch in, and placs it roughly 1 mile from the battlezone* go mav, go.
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Post by NeoEllis on Nov 5, 2002 19:37:51 GMT -5
Ya know Aries, thats an interesting suit you've got their, mind if I make a frank out of it?
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Post by Angel Aries on Nov 5, 2002 20:10:13 GMT -5
*twitches, the Echo Serpent still in midflight.* "Frank"?
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Post by NeoEllis on Nov 6, 2002 16:53:17 GMT -5
A Franken-Gundam, are you farmilure with those?
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Post by Angel Aries on Nov 6, 2002 17:02:43 GMT -5
Dah-beh-wha-hee?
*shakes his head, still in midair.*
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