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 Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 9:20 pm
*Exiting Hyperspace, you see before you a vast field of scrap iron, decimated mobile suits, and crushed personal troopers. It seems a large scale battle was waged here, but who or what caused it is clearly unknown. Who did this........or WHAT did this............as you ponder these questions, things seem to move among the shadows of the scattered debris. A chill runs down your spine, as it seems this place would give even the boldest of pilots a shiver. You may not know what happened here, but it's clear that you should probably take care of your buisness and flee as quickly as possible*
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 9:24 pm
(CONTINUED FROM VANN SKY)
*Accessing the White Phantom's Intercomm, Guilliam delivers a message to the passengers of the White Phantom*
Guilliam: Attention all Pilots. As of now, we are in the midst of a junk field near the planet of Palshife. This did not appear on our maps, and has caught us off guard. It will take at least a day to navigate the yard by ship, and for the duration of the trip, we are to remain on stand-by to fly defense. We don't know what caused the destruction, but it seems fairly recent, so be prepared. This is Yaeger, signing off. *He hangs up the comm unit, and turns to Heath* This is to get back at me for using your ship like this, isn't it?
Heath: I figure you owe me that much. Besides, you didn't have any problem telling them that.
Guilliam: I hope they take it as well as I did........*He stares out into space, an unknown fear eating away at him* (No ordinary Ship, Mech.........hell, most FLEETS I've seen can't do THIS much damage.............could it be.........no..........I pray it's not.......)
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 9:33 pm
Finally, some action. I just wish I had my suits. Hell, even a real ship would be nice.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 9:04 am
He asks, for perhaps the millionth time since the beginning of the Grand Prix, "Why didn't they let me bring Nightshade? stare "
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 8:18 pm
For the love of...
Get the lead out, you stupid machine!
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 9:20 pm
*Coming into the last waves of the junk yards, the pilots begin to grow weary of flying in and out of the debris*
Heath: *Back on the comfy bridge of his ship* Dammit........all this scrap.......
Tack: CAPTAIN! Enemy signal in the last wave of debris!
Jace: Enemy signal matches that of the ONT-002 Sigma!
Heath: The Sigma?! It's here?!
*From over the monitor at the communications display comes an image of Sirch Aquess, broadcasting from the Grungust Sigma*
Heath: YOU!........but.........weren't you.........the Epsilon?!
Sirch: When you're as advanced as us, switching OS and recalibrating these magnificant machines is not a task, it's child's play! Now, I think I'll test this one by practicing on your little Grand Prix! *The Grungust Sigma turns about face and begins to fire it's Boost Knuckles at the defenseless racers*
Heath: Take evasive action! Call the racers back! We need to evacuate!
Tack: Copy sir! We've sent the call and they're on their way!
Jace: No.....
Heath: What's wrong?
Jace: It's Arcainth! He's been hit!
Heath: Can he still fly?
Jace: The scanners show it was only a scrape to the wing, but he'll fall a bit behind the rest of them!
Heath: Ready the fold patch! Set course for the outermost rim of the Mytrhil Legion's most recent course! This may take some of this junk with us!
Tack: We're...........actually gonna use it!?
Heath: As soon as they get in here, I want all the shutters closed! This is going to be a fast and possibly painful trip if the new technology doesn't work!
Sirch: Trying to escape? I really don't think so! *The Sigma follows the fighters back to the Phantom, slightly slowed down by it's huge size*
Heath: Are they in yet?
Tack: All units secure, and the shutters are sealed!
Jace: The fold patch is active and the engine has all the necessary systems applied!
Heath: Execute the Space Fold, NOW!
*A bright flash of light illuminates the junk field as the Phantom disappears into the unknown.*
Sirch: So..........they've finished the Fold Patch.......it should make mass production soon if it works........well, time to report to Ares.......*The Grungust Sigma vanishes into it's own space fold maneuver by means of it's Microtechnology* (They flew their machines well........even the one who my fists connected with.......I look forward to fighting them in the future.......)
(ALL RACERS, HIT THE MYTHRIL LEGION)
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 12:20 pm
*pop*
Song peeks out from behind an old ion thruster.
Phew! I thought they almost saw me. No one can see me testing my explosives, it would be far too embarassing with so many screw-ups.
Hmm... I wonder what that is over there, I should take it back to the lab.
He hops down and drags the massive tank into the lab, wiping his footprints from the dust.
This should be perfect, yes, perfect for my latest test... Now, back to my toasted PB&J... Good fifteen hundred cubic meters... those carrots will be perfect with my lunch...
He trips over the first step and bounces down the stairs, with the tank clangging behind.
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