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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 1:16 am
In the year After Colony 202, nearly five years since the Christmas Eve tragedy, the countries of the world, now merged as the Earth Sphere United Nation, are at peace due largely to the efforts of the young government set up in the wake of Oz.
However, a new threat against the world order has been detected by Sagittarius, a reconnaissance satellite sent into orbit by the Preventers organization. A terrorist group is threatening the security of the ESUN. To counter check this menace, Preventers has quickly commissioned the five ex-Gundam Pilots to infiltrate and destroy the organization.
After meeting at one of the Preventers headquarters at the old Alliance Hickam Air Base, the five Pilots are sent to the island of Koho'olawe, location of one of the terrorist cells, where it quickly becomes obvious that this is not any sort of normal mission, despite what they had been told...
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2007 6:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 10:22 pm
"01 opening communication line R02468, over. Line Romeo-zero-two-four-six-eight, over."
Heero Yuy adjusted his mouthpiece, as he looked out into the dim waters surrounding the Pisces he was manning. There was no way to reach the flat island they were headed to undetected apart from underwater and even so they had had warnings of radar set up on shore as an attempt to detect stealth attacks such as this one. They were using a tightly secured line and old mobile suits reconfigured with state-of-the-art cloaking technology, but he was still tense.
The mission itself was odd. While he was employed by Preventers and had, on occasion, been sent out with one or two of the other ex-Pilots as his backup, the five of them had never been commissioned to work on a single case together. It was foolhardy to put them all in danger simultaneously... or it would be, if there was ever a mission risky enough to require their combined effort. The information they had received regarding the terrorist base and organization had been slim: it was located on the small island of Koho'olawe, part of an inhabited island chain although it was itself otherwise abandoned. The base was, apart from its entrance and a small outpost and lookout tower, underground in the center of the island, which had been why (Lady Une explained to them in their hasty debriefing an hour earlier) there was so little information available. Preventers had not been able to give them the group's name, although they were able to show them documents definitively linking them to several break-ins on their nearby bases and theft of classified documents and to planned attacks.
Heero frowned into the eerie green-gray dark, watching the water slip by as they continued travelling south-east. There was nothing they could do about that now, however. There were more pressing matters at hand... such as getting communications up with the others.
(( biggrin Yay! My first rp is officially open for business!))
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 10:17 am
She was dying. She'd been dying for over a 24-hour-period now, ever since she landed on Koho'olawe, but seriously, dying. She loved being warm and loved summer, but enough was enough! Groaning, Sieben slumped further down into the seat of the Jeep, glancing back to see the town disappear behind the speeding vehicle.
"How far? I'm dying here," Sieben muttered and fanned herself, but that didn't make anything better, and so stopped. The man driving the car glanced at her with a short, amused smile.
"It's lucky, then, you're probably not going to spend much time outside. Though why you're wearing a turtleneck..." He shook his head, and Sieben grinned dryly.
"It only covers my front, you know. Like one of those traditional... umm... I can't remember which country it was... whatever. I'm just a bit sensitive about by neck. The traffic accident..." Sieben trailed off and shrugged, groaning again as she silently wondered how much further in the car. When asked, the man had only said "not so far". Said piss-all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:44 pm
((..... >DDD *kidnaps Duo and Sujika*))
"This is R02468," Quatre Raberba Winner, leader of one of the greatest companies in the Earth Sphere, responded after pushing the button to open the link from his side. "Heero, this is Quater," the blond spoke, knowing the line between their submarine vehicles was secure and no prying ears could catch up on the former pilot's name. "We're just about to gear up over here and head out to "swim with the fishes"," he said, the pun-like phrase meant quite literally.
They had all agreed on not coming in a sole group but split up into many small teams. Quatre knew that some of his old friends rather operated on their own and that was just fine and sometimes he enjoyed that too, but this time he had joined with Duo and they were soon going to leave their MS to continue forward "on foot", so to speak.
"How's the situation over there? Everything clear?" While Heero's Pisces was somewhat smaller than his own, due to being another model, they still had the same stealth technology but they had to make sure that everything was clear before leaving. After all, once Duo and Quatre was off the small transporter MS, their communication abilities, untill they came into close range with one of the other pilots' vessles, was limited. Much had been sacrificed to make place for the portable cloaking system, which most importantly would prevent their presence from coming up on heat censors, and still make it easy to move around with.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 5:11 pm
(( O_O *is abducted*))
Duo seemed a little bit irritated. He hated the Cancer they had him in. Why couldn't he have gotten a Pisces too!? Of course, he knew very well that he would have just reversed that argument if that were infact the sceenario...He wasn't particularly fond of the underwater type suits...He wasn't going to tell anyone that though.
This seemed so strange to him even still...They had peace, and some people just didn't seem to like it. Why else would someone be as stupid as to try and start something? Of course, even he had his moments of weakness.
Sure, war wasn't something people looked foreward to, nor was it something to be enjoyed...but he couldn't deny missing it a little bit out of the sence of almost monotony that came without it. It was almost always the same thing: Some idiot trying to start trouble, go in, stop him, the end. Durring the war, OZ had always seemed so able to twist history suddenly into a completley different direction...
He sighed. Now he wanted a war. Peachy. Duo felt the slightest urge to smack himself until he came back to reality, but it passed just as quickly as his mini-moment of war mongering had. Really though, when he thought about it, it was more the sence of one solid purpose that he missed...When he had Deathscythe, he knew what he was supposed to do, and he knew it was exactally right. There wasn't even a question to it...Well, most of the time anyway.
((What'd you think? Black? or go with Green? also, if I did anything wrong as usual for my first posts, here is my disclaimer: Tell me, I'll change it, and I'm sorry in advance!))
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 7:42 pm
((I was expecting black, but that green is the Deathscythe green... It's your call. Black would be easier to read, but the green stands out more.))
"All clear." Heero sent the short message, watching the blinking dot on his monitor state his coordinates. "We're 5.2 miles south-east from the starting-point. 05 is with me at ten o'clock," he continued, automatically using their old numerical code, regardless of the supposedly secure connection. Not that the other side would not be able to figure out who the numbers referred to, were they actually able to break into the line.
"Is Barton coming with you?" Wufei asked, opening his connection as well. "Or are we rendezvousing with him later?" He rechecked the monitor screen of his Cancer, a much earlier model and lacking in some of the finer points of navegation, nothing a pilot of their caliber could not easily compensate for. "There's some recreational traffic in the water up ahead, Yuy. I'm dropping back to eight o' clock."
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 9:35 pm
((XDD It sure does! So much it causes cancer with its neon beams. 0.0 *blink blink like an owl* Try something like... light green or green yellow instead perhaps? *tilts head*
Aaaand after talking to Kami... we abduct Karill and Trowa too! >D XDD))
Quatre nodded to himself at Heero's confirmation. The less vehicles they had to manoeuvre behind enemy lines the smaller the chance of being detected. "Alright, good," the arab replied before Chang's voice sparked to life in his ears too. "He's here too. Duo and I will go first and depending on how it goes, Trowa will follow. We've got exactly three suits onboard so we'll see. Depending on if we can disable their old alarm or not this MS can move through their defenses."
These terrorists were kinda funny, in a way, because they had one very old alarm mounted at the bottom of the sea as you came closer. Due to its age, you might think that it's either just old junk from some previous base or machine or even that it simply doesn't work. It's an alarm that relies on the art of trickery, making people believe it's nothing but the Preventers weren't stupid enough to fall for that. Cut a few special circuits or hack into the system with a submarine computer and you would have your access... Then, of course, their newer and more advanced alarms would have to be bypassed but that was nothing their equipment onboard or their MSs couldn't handle. It was just the fact that if they didn't get this Pisces transporter passed that alarm, they would have to take the weapon and explosives (even if their weren't many or heavy) with them and move to one of the other pilots' vehicles. Too many agents on the same place was suicide for the mission if they got caught after all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 9:57 pm
"Roger. Radar's not picking up anything, but we're going to turn it off in a few minutes anyway."
Radar, while requiring little energy to run and producing easy to understand data, would be picked up by anyone on the alert. While they were still close enough to the Preventers base and the surrounding busy coast it did not matter; anything that would get through would seem to be nothing more than the usual noise. As they got closer to their goal, however, it would have to be replaced with a more sophisticated system.
"Once we're a mile from the end of the commonly navegated area, we'll be switching into infra-red and magnetic sensory."
Wufei muttered something away from his mouthpiece as he navegated his MS back to wait out the vehicles passing too closely for comfort. "Cancer doesn't have full capabilities, Yuy," he said out loud, "keep the line open so I can follow your lead."
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 10:08 pm
"Roger," Quatre smiled at the Chinese pilot's grumbling. "We'll start gearing up now. Trowa will come in here later but for now, R02468, over and out." The blond man nodded and closed the link on his part, taking out the speaker from his ear and removing the mouth piece. Giving all the systems one last glance to see that everything was in order, Quatre turned around and called out to his braided companion who he guessed was in the adjoining room with their equipment and weaponry.
"We're all set Duo. You ready to take a stroll under the sea?" he asked as he walked over to the doorway.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 12:11 am
The Braided pilot jumped a little, snapping out of his almost-but-not-quite-philosophical moment quickly. "Huh? Oh, yeah sure," he said with a bit of a smirk, as he headed over to the door right behind Quatre.
He changed into his wet suit quickly, finding it a little annoying...it felt almost like an astro suit that was a bit too small. Maybe he was just in an off mood today...
Duo finished dressing quickly regardles, folding his braid in half and tying it with another binder so it wouldn't get caught on anything before dawning the air tanks, and flippers.
Now he just felt like a penguin. A penguin carrying a rock on its back.
"Come on Quatre,"He said, feeling incredibly aquard trying to walk in the flippers while still on the transport, but sitting down on the edge to wait for the other.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 9:51 am
Compared to the outside, below ground in was cool, enough to make goosebumps form on her arms. Rubbing her neck self-conciously, Sieben frowned at the white-coated woman standing waiting by the door at the other end of the garage.
"So you're our test pilot? A bit scrawny. Welcome, though, hope your trip was acceptable," the woman pushed her glasses further up her nose, her face impassive and Sieben was reminded of her sister. They both seemed to have this thing for insulting and then either complimenting you, or making sure you were alright. The difference, though, was that the woman seemed to somehow mean it when she asked if Sieben had had a good trip, since her voice was inflected with interest. Sieben's sister, however, usually both sounded and looked extremely disinterested with anyone's answer to what she asked... if it hadn't to do with her research.
"I suppose it was all right. And I'm the best one for this," Sieben grinned sharply, not really concerned with defending her suitedness for playing with the new machines, but still couldn't help but boast it. She'd gone through quite a lot for it, after all. The woman frowned briefly and then shrugged, showing the way.
"Just keep out of the lab, pilot, and we're all going to get along. There's nothing down there for you."
Rolling her eyes, Sieben nonetheless nodded. There was nothing in a lab for her... she wasn't interested in even peeking into a place that would look like the one she'd spent too much time in, already.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 8:12 pm
Trowa certainly had a way of appearing unoticed. One moment, there was no one; the next moment, the man was at Duo's side, pulling up the zipper of his own suit, as if he had been there all along. Mute as always, he pulled on the air tank as if it weighed nothing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 10:19 pm
"Hey Trowa,"said Duo, glad that one of the other two pilots could get ready quickly; he was a little anxious to go.
"Man, what is taking Quatre so long? He's been in there forever,"he added after a moment of the usual utter silence that surrounded Trowa; an attempt at conversation was better than not trying at all...Hell, the pointy-haired pilot might even answer once in a while.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 7:32 pm
As if on cue, the platinum blond pilot came back into the equipment room. "Sorry it took so long," he apologized with a smile, "I had to check a thing." Moving about swiftly, Quatre got into his suit and adjusted his gear and contraptions with deft hands, after all, quite a few of these things were developed by one of his companies so he knew them well. As quick as Trowa (or was he a bit faster?) and then the young Winner stood there finished.
"Alright," he smiled, "shall we get wet then?"
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