Mecha knights {a Mech rp} (Open/Accepting)

[xXScattercloakXx]

Vidai and I. We're a team. This knowledge alone should make you tremble…

The fleets were steadily getting closer, NATO facing the Sino-Imperial and the Sino-Imperial facing NATO. Monica waited with Vidai, watching the battle unfold; mechs against mechs and warships against warships. She watched as one of the underwater mechs shot upwards before diving back under. Shortly thereafter, there was a blare of green across the ocean. Blinking rapidly in surprise, Moni squinted her eyes slightly, trying to peer through the haze of green to find its source. "Hostile target, inbound from Northeast. ETA: five minutes." Monica glanced down at the monitors, reading the warnings and Vidai's sensors.

Frowning, she quickly activated the turbo thrusters and drew out Vidai's spear. The thrusters gave an added boost to her mech's speed, leaping from one fleet ship to the next. While Monica was making her way towards the front of the fleet in good time, she needed to be careful. Each landing made a ship lean one way or another. Thus the use of thrusters. It increased her speed in getting across the fleet and getting off a previous ship. On the final jump to one of the head warships, Monica deactivated the thrusters and prepared to throw the spear. As Vidai's arm came backwards, the spearhead's boosters were opened.

"Let's get a good shot Vidai..." Monica breathed, hand hovering over a small switch while her gaze remained focused on the green sphere of light ahead of them. She was certain, now, that the inbound target was headed for the main ship, Evans. "Now!" Throwing the switch back, Monica launched the spear towards the incoming mech. About a hundred yards out, the boosters activated, giving the spear additional speed and distance. Within a mile or less from the hostile mech, the spearhead split open, releasing hundreds of darts with different functions before resealing itself.

Now, a number of several things could happen. There was the chance of the spear hitting its mark in the center of the black mech's chest. There were the hundreds of darts, a different quarter of the total having a different function. Then there was the likely chance that the defensive attack could hinder the target from achieving its aim. Everything, however, was left to Chance and, in war, Chance could be two-faced.

Go ahead, think me cruel and uncaring. It doesn't matter to me. It's true.

[Ennix Flarian]

Kanakura hopped out of his mech and jogged over to the Technicians in the Hanger. "I need the Shero-G outfitted for air combat immediately. I also need the everything fixed asap" he yelled as he watched the Swords who had brought him here head back to the Frontlines. He cursed. He would have to wait to be able to help his Allies. He grabbed a new Headset as he watched from the Safety of the Ship. "Kensei, the Swords are at you Command. You need to go above water and regroup with the Fleet. Asaji is on route and it looks like she is mad" he smirked.

Kazuma & The Titan

Kazuma headed down to the Hanger as Valkyrie opened the Doors. He climbed up into the Kyo-G and strapped himself in. He then Flipped on the Frequency that allowed him to talk to all the Pilots in the Titan. "This is Kazuma Mato, urgent reports from Nato that the Sino Imperial is packing alot of fire power and is pulverizing them. Anyone with a Mech should get ready asap, the Titan is on Route to Nato's Position. So this entire ship is about to become a Floating Target" he said as he flipped the loud speaker off. "Valkyrie, activate the Titan's weapon systems and pull up the Radar for the Helms man so he can get an idea of what he is heading into" he said as he started checking the Kyo-G's weapon systems as well as its Nav, and Radar."As you wish Commander" Valkyrie replied. There was a pause and then her voice came back through the Coms. "Systems ready Commander, On route to the Nato Fleet".

[greenoracle]

[Don't forget your starting position on the map. If you want to get to the battle site, you'll probably have to launch instead of just sailing there.]

[notingles-do-po]

- - - - -Cmd. Robert Garcia- - - - -
"Even of i'm not from the air force..."


After a few more explosions of depth charges around him, Robert had to eject the shield, as it was far too damaged to offer any protection to him, or at least, protection worth the extra weight. Just as Robert was about to eject from the Mobious, as green flash of light apeared overhead, silencing the turrets, but having several jet planes falling in the water. "What the..." Looking at the radar, all Robert saw as a large, green block covering everything, that meant the ships and other mechs were blind to his position, at least for now. "20 minutes of oxigen remaining. Was perhaps the only message that made any sense right now in the monitors. That was more that time enough to get some distance from the fleet. Activating the booster, Robert dived below the explosions of the depth charges, heading northwest at full speed. If he got at least three killometers away from the SI fleet, he could deactivate the BASS sitem booster, gaining another two hours of survival.

Taking the chance, RObert was actually able to navigate with some ease under the confused fleet, as they didn't seem capable of detecting him for now. Atempting to contact his squad, all Robert got was static. Five minutes passed and he was already away from the main flagships, but there were still ememy units and some battleships above him, so surfacing was still not possible. Concidering there wasn't any ship with conciderable firepower that he could make out, deactivating the booster should be possible now. The speed of the mech decreased conciderably, as it navigated under the outer rim of te SI fleet, with two hours of clean air left. The pilot was still worried the harpoons returned, as the shield was his best weapon against that model, but perhaps luck was on his side for now.


"..I will dare more that most of them."

Moebius-1 H(W)T-Type
((OOC: ))
((Where: Under the SI fleet, ~800 meters underwater.))
((With who: ))

[The Sanguine Devil]

-Daniel felt the giant ship start to move and pressed his earpiece with his right, robotic hand. He spoke to whoever was listening- "Anyone know specifically were we are going?" -The mercenary didn't want to take any chances. As Dan walked into the hanger were his mech was, he stared equipping it with what he thought was needed-

[Cryptech]

Location: Le Mans, France. Le Palais de Bangkok's first floor bar

Boa sat slumped over the bar of the fancy French hotel, ignoring the sidelong looks of the bar tender. He was not in the mood for conversation, and in any case knew about as much French as he did Spanish, which was to say not much. Between his fingers he held a half-full glass of whiskey, the spherical ice cube clattering at the edges as he made slow love to it. It was hardly three in the afternoon where he was and already he had put away three like-sized glasses when the Bar room TV switched suddenly from soccer to a special news bulletin. Boa's drink churned in the pit of his stomach; in a country that hypes up soccer as much as France, interrupting a live game never boded well.

A skinny blond woman in her mid thirties replaced the view of dozens of men faking injuries across a green field. Though Boa could only understand about one word out of every four or five, he got the gist of the situation faster than the young barman whose distressed voice rang through the Bar. Nodding at the bartender, Boa silently suggested increasing the volume, which he did. The sound of live ordinance painted a grim malenge as the French reporter passed the baton to local reporters.

Boa watched, hardly listening to the reporters foreign speculations, as a Mobile Suit Boa recognized as belonging to the Swords of Beijing was thrown to the ground in a hundred pieces. Less than half sober, Boa made to reach for his Personal Communications Device, or PCD, checking it to make sure he had not received any mission perimeters or orders to involve himself. He wanted as little to do with this particular battle as was possible; the shakey news shots had shown a strange greenish hue to the light of the battle, a phenomena he had experienced only once before. Flashes of that green light came back to him, the pressure of someone pursuing him, the tingle at the nape of his neck that told him he was being fired upon, the feeling of being pressed into the back of his seat as the White Fang broke Mach 3 in its wild attempt to escape from that horned mech, the mild panic as he realized all his communications were jammed.

Boa finished the half-full glass, the glass tinkling against the rock ice that was all remaining. Setting the glass down and flicking it with a nail, Boa received another refill. He felt that same sense of tension he always felt when on a mission steeling over him. That detached sense of mortality, the knowledge that all it would take is a single missed step and he would be killed. At that thought goose flesh rose up his arms and back. He took another drink in attempt to stifle the rush of these sensations. He had no reason to fear that Mobile Suit any more; he had escaped with his life, managing to outpace the unnatural machine my pushing the White Fang faster than he had dared to go even in controlled situations. He recalled the feeling of relief as his instruments reconnected with the outside world and Boa was able to make a report. Though X had not been impressed open hearing that one of his highest paid pilots had only barely managed to escape from battle, Boa had been quite pleased with the encounter once he had calmed down enough to examine it objectively. He had placed a new top speed in his Custom White Fang, and even shattered the record for top speed in a mobile armor.

But all the same, he was glad when he looked down at his PCD and saw no new messages. He let out a sigh of relief, he had been pleased with the outcome in his second encounter with that Mobile Suit, nevertheless he did not want to face it again if he could help it. The thing was a monster, and still haunted his dreams from time to time. Placing his PCD on the bar next to his almost full drink, Boa pushed himself to his feet unsteadily. All the stress of the sudden development created a pressure all its own within Boa's guts. As he made his ungainly way to the bathroom he did not notice the PCD light up a flashing X. Only after he regained his stool did the bartender give a silent point to his PCD.

With a sinking feeling Boa lifted the communicator to his ear to receive his latest mission, somehow knowing what it would be. Leaving a few Franks on the bar for the grateful, but otherwise silent bartender, Boa made his way to his room, popping a small white pill into his mouth as he did so. By the time he made it to his floor Boa was piratically skipping, doing the tell-tale dance of a man who desperately needs to pee. Even as pressure began to develop behind his eyes and temples he felt grateful to the sober-up pill. It did strange things to the metabolism, resulting a another bathroom break that would last almost ten minutes as his body forcefully purged itself of the majority of the alcohol Boa has consumed. He couldn't afford to be shitfaced. he had less than half an hour to travel over a thousand kilometers. But with the White Fang stored close at hand within the Le Mans industrial sector, he would arrive on time, hopefully before he missed his chance to accomplish his objective.

TLDR: If there are any forces in the Celtic Sea they may report an object approaching at high speed heading north between Hugh town and St. Ives, but all attempts to track it failed.

[Devil_Angel_the_first]

Coronel

Antonio Avila

Pilot of the Corvo Noite

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"We got orders, sir. The targets are enemy fighter jets in the sky. Take out enough to allow allied force to push them back. From there you will engage a black mech that had been conformed to be moving towards the fleet." The crew-mate rallied to Antonio who just said roger back into the mic, before he began to flick switches and press buttons. The bay doors slow opened as locking straps were disengaged to allow his mech to move. Once the all clear and green lights were given, Antonio replied, "All green, and 1,1,3,4 disembarking. See you guys back at the farm." Just before the mech moved out of the bay doors and took a plunged from 85,000 feet. He slowly leveled him mech out and entered a light decline to the battle below with his end path being the dog fight in the skies above the seas.

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Location: coming down from 85,000 ft. to the dog fight in the sky below
What I'm doing: Moving to attack S.I fighters in the air,
Mission: To help Task 20 fleet in stealth attacks from the air.

Me name is Ioakim Oborin

Let show them vhat ve can do, Comrade.

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Below the seas, the massive brown mech moved closer to the Task force 20's fleet staying closer to the floor to avoid senor just for a tiny bit, but with its size that was not going to happen. The group had come closer enough just out of pinging range and once the line the cross, Ioakim did not hold back, his 60mm Gatling gun locked on to the nearest ship and soon with a pull of the trigger the barrels began to spin and soon after the harpoons released the torpedoes the gun fired out the rounds. "This is more like it." Ioakim cried out as he pointed one of his knees at second fleet's ship to fire away a torpedo, which cruised right at it.

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Pасположение(Location): Attacking Task force 20 from under.
Я с(I'm with): Harpoon-type HWP
песня(The Song):What he sings

[DesuAlex]

Alexander Meyer, Pilot of the Unknown Prototype

Alexander hadn't seen any kind of combat for a few month's. Having jumped in on a small scale battle off the coast of Japan. Currently he had been "camping" in a cave off the coast of a small island, he had been near England the last time he checked...though he wasn't even sure how long it had been since he last showered. He had completely shut down all functions for the Protoype to avoid any ships that might be scouting the area. Though he would have plenty of time to make his great escape, having crashed down the only entrance to the cave as soon as he arrived. Having only eaten the fish that he could catch he was happy with his much deserved rest. Presently though he was asleep in the cockpit of the Prototype. The floor strewn with old candy wrappers and soda cans. Music echoed throughout the cockpit and into the cave, a thin strand of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, snores echoing loudly. Being awoken by a rumble that shook some rocks free from the rocky overhang above his mech, a few small pebbles knocking on his head. Coughing light and snorting, sucking up his drool. Smacking his lips to wet the dry parts of his mouth. Looking around he noticed a half eaten fish, his stomach rumbling loudly he reached out to take a large bite out of it...it was really old.

[greenoracle]

Asaji could see the spear coming as soon as it left Vidai’s hands. The energies that were blinding the enemy fleet served as her eyes, like the field around an electric eel. The einhander ignited in a burst of green fire, fluctuating and rippling as the lance tip opened. The green flame flattened into a shield as the Cthuwulf executed a roll, dancing out of the path of the speeding polearm. The darts that struck the barrier simply winked out of existence, vaporized on contact. Those on the edges chewed through the black suit’s extremities, ruining both feet and cracking the other hand. The pilot gritted her teeth, feeling the sting and the burn in the ends of her limbs as the damage fed back into her.

In the sea below, the Harpoons had engaged the Moebius unit, using their superior numbers to keep them busy. They dueled rail gun to bolt cannon down below, muffled but not slow by any means. Six torpedoes streaked out from the assault teams, attacking the NATO ships at point blank range. Two American cruisers cracked almost in half at the impact, sending the already blinded fleet into confusion. Loakim’s attack holed a destroyer in front of the Earnest St. Evans, sending the dying vessel careening into the path of the command ship.

Asaji whipped through the defensive screens, tasting blood in her mouth. There was something missing, some sound that she couldn't hear that should have made her afraid even in her state of battle-ecstasy. A lucky burst of autocannon fire cut past her, but by then it was too little, too late. The Cthuwulf slammed into the deck of the American supercarrier, almost capsizing it from the impact alone. Admiral St. Clair bellowed the order to counterattack just as Asaji reached out and fired a line of crackling energy through the carrier’s bridge. She rose into the air, her ruined feet barely touching the deck and she fired again, sending pillars of flame through the fleet. The beams of green fire ripped through bulkheads, engine rooms, weapons emplacements, missile magazines, burned through the other side and came back for more.

All of the drugs were in her system. She was fully linked with her body, her real body, not the weak lump of flesh that even now was breaking under the strain of controlling all of this raw power. The Canadian attack ship exploded, bathing the fleet in fire and smoke as Asaji reached out again. Nothing happened. She blinked, tried to turn her head, and realized that she could barely move. Her good arm felt numb, as though she’d fallen asleep on it, all pins and needles, and the pain in her chest had gotten worse, far worse. The Cthuwulf sank to its knees as Asaji tried to suck in a breath, falling forward onto the console. The black machine shuddered, its eyes growing dark as its cloak of green energy destabilized and began to fade. She blinked again, trying to focus on the computer, trying to see what was wrong. The computer, in its blunt, matter-of-fact way, told the child that her heart had stopped as she was falling through the air.

Asaji Takeda collected herself, leaned back in her seat, and died.

[Ennix Flarian]

The Titan

The Titan pushed full throttle, skimming across the water like a bat from hell. They were a few hundred Miles from the Battle between the SI and the Allied Forces. They would have to make haste. Mechanics ran around the Hanger, working on the Mechs as fast as they could. Everyone needed to be ready

Kazuma was in the Kyo-G making some last minute adjustments when he heard Dan's Question. "We are on our way to engage the Sino Imperial Forces. Our ETA is still unsure. So get your Mech ready asap. If I know the Chinese, we will have some forces waiting to engage us nearby" he said as he studied the Blue Prints of enemy Mechs.

[- RisaXSeph -]

Abby Branchwood
Status: Happy; building a card pyramid while in transit to TOO
Location: Lonhorn Security Forces (LSF) Airship Triton (Currently under contract with the Special Development Bureau)

One of the airships for the task force had arrived at high altitude over the current TOO scanning the combat area waiting to make a move. The ships staff were hurriedly preparing things and getting the Sword Dancer ready for its first actual deployment other than all of the test drops it had done. Abby was called to the briefing room from her quarters where she was attempting to stack cards in a pyramid; to her dismay after ignoring the call on the intercom for her the ship stopped and the force caused her pyramid to topple over “Awh…” She whined as she had one card left. “oh… what a drag… They don’t want me to have any fun do they…” She said to herself as she procured a lollypop from her inside pocket and began to suck on it.
Finally there was a beep and another beep then her door opened; one of the Mission Operations guys whom were very uptight and formal then said with a salute “You were requested five minutes ago ma’am; we have entered the Theater of Operations; the Director wants to see an actual combat test of the unit.” Abby just looks at him blankly as if he’s not even there as she proceeds to now nom the lolly. The man lowers his salute “Did you hear anything I just said?” She then looks at her fallen cards and stands “I hope you’ll be paying me for the hours I put into that… tell your pilots to be more careful.” “What?” “They knocked down my creation.” “… *sigh* Just get to the hanger…” The man then leaves her to her devices; Abby decides to get ready putting her lollypop away and changing into her flight gear then heading for the hanger.

Upon arrival a scientist was staring at the mech with great joy; it was currently fitted with the Maes Rifle “I did it!” He shouts and flails his arms around in joy “What did you do?” “I managed to program the AI to effectively fire that rifle into a moving target from 5 miles away… In simulations mind you…” “Uh huh… So any idea where we are and what this plan is for this whole throwing me out into the sky?” “… I do not plan the missions I just ensure new technology is developed; why would I wa-“ “Okay… Okay…” A mechanic comes out of the mech giving a thumbs up “Well it’s all calibrated and good to go… I just hope that it comes back in one peace.” Abby nods then says “But I still have no idea what I am supposed to do…” “It is a good opportunity to use the new internal video communication system that was just installed a few days ago.” The scientist retorts.
Abby reluctantly enters the mech with no idea what she is being sent to do and activates the communication system after doing the deployment checks; she then says over the comm.
“Abby to control room… No one gave me a briefing.”
The video feed appears on a small side screen; a sixteen year old blonde girl with blue eyes appears.
“Hi; I am Jenny… I am your link to the world as it were… So you are all good according to the computer… Your mission is to scout out the area and assess the current situation; while the unit is fitted for combat this is just sort of a live field test. “Abby nods.
“So you don’t want me to pick a fight with anyone if I do not have to; that would explain why I was given a LONG RANGE RIFLE in a close quarters environment…”
“Wait… someone switched your equipment load out?!” Jenny closes the comm. link for a moment then comes back on “Just do what you can with it; it will be a good test none the less.”
“Ssssurrreeeee…”

After their talk a mechanic comes over the intercom “All maintenance personnel clear the hanger deck… Preparing for unit deployment.” Another voice then comes over the ship-wide com “Attention all decks combat operations are commencing”. Jenny finishes final preparations for launch and many alarms in the hanger start going off as Abby locks the units hatch and moves it into the launch ramp positioning the mech for deployment. Jenny then presses some buttons and the mech locks into place on a catapult style ramp “Transferring ignition controls to Sword Dancer.” Abby then pulls the throttle system and the mech starts to fly forward “Confirmed launching” Abby announces as the mech goes through the ramp and the hatch out of the ship opens. The mech flies out of the ship and begins to descend and Abby activates the booster pack to slowly guide the mech into descent. Jenny then says “Good luck; I will remain on the comm. channel in case something happens.” Her video feed then turns off. The mech slowly starts making a standard descent to land.

[xXScattercloakXx]

Vidai and I. We're a team. This knowledge alone should make you tremble…

Of all things, she hadn't expected a sort of shield to form and vaporize most of the darts. As the black mech assaulted the fleet, there was an explosion beneath the water surface and the ship Monica stood on groaned in complaint. She realized the ship was sinking and veering wildly towards the Earnest. Muttering under her breath, she activated Vidai's thrusters and leapt from the sinking destroyer. The action provided a small bit of counter-force that sent the destroyer in the opposite direction. Only barely though.

Landing near the edge of a ship just beyond the Earnest St. Evans, Monica quickly pushed Vidai forward to balance out the ship and prevent it from capsizing. Alerts and alarms were blaring within the cockpit, red lights flashing as the SI mech decimated the American fleet. There were a few ships, damaged in areas, that were able to escape the massacre. Monica had to reach one of those ships or risk being caught in the middle of the ocean with no way back to land. Steering Vidai to the closest ship, a burning super-carrier, she began leaping from one ship to the next.

Go ahead, think me cruel and uncaring. It doesn't matter to me. It's true.

[DesuAlex]

Hey, I'm Alex!

Location:Hidden Cave

Alex had ran to his mech, quickly jumping into the cockpit. He activated the propulsor wings. Silently they began to start-up. The only sound that could be heard was the slight whir as the CPU booted up. If anyone could see it, they would likely be taken aback. The neck and head of the Prototype began to move, rather organically, the eyes fluttering to life and looking around before the main camera system took over. "Okay Partner, let's just stay quiet for now and see what happens."

[Chlorofun]

1st Lieutenant Andrew Renove
Sino-Imperial Forces
MMS-SI504 ADVERSITY

"We're five minutes away from the drop point," The pilot's voice rang out over the Airship's intercom.
Ars Malphas walked over to the hanger doors as they started sliding open. He looked over the edge of the hanger, wind rushing past him as he did so. He eyed the ground far below him; a lake, surrounded on all sides by rocky terrain. His destination was a small Nato base that sat on the edge of this lake. Ars turned around and walked towards the two mechs at the back of the hanger.
"Same plan as always, Andrew," Ars said, turning to a young man sitting between the two mechs. "I'll turn the comms on once I infiltrate the enemy and take their defense systems down."
Andrew stood up, folowing Ars over to his mech, the MMS-SIC01 Gugnir.
"But sir, why attack such an insignificant base? Wouldn't it be better to just leave them be?"
Ars turned around and placed his hand on Andrew's head. "I thought I taught you this already, always finish the mission, no matter how insignificant. Remember, every little step counts."
Andrew frowned.
"Ah Andrew, I've told you about that kindness of yours, it doesn't make for a good soldier."
Ars walked away and climbed in his mech.
"Remember Andrew," he said, "Only the strong survive."
Gugnir's cockpit doors closed and a whirring sound could be heard as the cockpit pressurized.
Gugnir walked off the edge of the hanger bay and plummeted into the lake. Ars checked all his systems, everything seemed to be in working order. He flipped his radar scatter systems on. This would make radar systems unable to track his position properly.
Once Ars checked to make sure everything was running as expected, he sat back in his seat. He was going to enjoy this.

Gugnir shot through the water with speed and elegance. It got to the shore and assumed a stance on all fours. It then shot forward, galloping at full speed towards the base. The Gugnir was small, being only 10 meters in height, but it more than made up for that with its agility.
The base was in panic, the radar systems had detected the Gugnir, but on the opposite side of the base. By the time the enemy saw Gugnir's actual position, it was too late. Ars was at their front door, bringing down the infantry with the Gugnir's shoulder mounted machine guns. Any larger machines were swiftly brought down with a well aimed throwing knife from the Gugnir.
The Gugnir then sprinted straight for the base's front door. It jumped and pressed its arms and legs together, making its body streamlined and spear-like. It flew towards the door and stabbed straight through it. As soon as the Gugnir entered the base, it jumped up and tunneled into the ceiling. Ars rested his head on his hand and let out a sigh of boredom. His mech skittered about the base, destroying wires and technical systems as it did.

Ars finally came to a stop in the enemy's hanger bay. The base was in complete disarray. Many of their communications and detection systems had been knocked out, making them a prime target. Ars flipped a switch above him, turning his communications systems on.
"Alright Andrew, you're up," he said.
"Sir," Andrew replied, "I checked your PDA, you have about 28 missed messages."
"Eh, whoops. What do they say?"
"There's been an attack on the SI fleet in the Atlantic, the one headed by Admiral Matsumoto. They're currently engaging a Nato fleet and requesting assistance."
Ars clenched his teeth. "Damnit, alright, we'll have to go there immediately after we're done here. I'm giving you 15 minutes, Lieutenant."
"Should I take-"
"You won't need it," Ars interrupted. "Remember, 15 minutes."
"Yes, Captain." Andrew hopped in his mech, the MMS-SI504 Adversity. He closed the cockpit doors and checked all his systems as the Airship turned around for another pass at the base. He powered on all his systems as the airship got closer to the base.
"This is Andrew Renove in the Adversity. Launching!" Andrew could feel himself being pulled into his seat by G-forces as his mech rocketed forward. The Adversity flew out of the hanger and into the open skies. Andrew spared not a moment before soaring towards the base at full speed. He took aim at the base and fired. Rockets and bullets streamed out of the Adversity and rained down on the base below. The mech twirled and danced through the air as it attempted dodging the larger enemy attacks. The small base didn't stand a chance.

Just as quickly as the attack had begun, it finished. Ars was waiting outside the base in the Gugnir. The Adversity flew over and picked them up.
"It shouldn't be that far away," Ars commented. "Especially considering the Airship's top speed."
The two mechs re-entered the Airship and powered down. Ars and Andrew jumped out almost simultaneously.
"Your time was 16:02, I'm disappointed," Ars joked.
Andrew rubbed the back of his neck."Captain, that mission felt kind of...pointless,"
"I know, Andrew, but at the time, we weren't aware of any other mission available, this was a time killer."
"You will need it next time though," Ars said without turning back to Andrew. "I'm only giving you fair warning."
A worried expression washed over Andrew.

Captain Ars Malphas
Sino-Imperial Forces
MMS-SIC01 GUGNIR
(ETA: 30 minutes)