>>27576071
>>Kai's black Gundam X is dismantled for parts to repair the GX Hyper-Spec, and given a new weapons loadout.
We really need to convince Jamil not to destroy the GX-Bits now. Also, why the hell haven't we been using the Belphegor? It should be much better then our GX, and Atomic Scissors are alot more useful underwater then a beam rifle.

You sigh, watching the horizon as the Freeden travels to its next destination, Saint's Island. You and Garrod informed Jamil of how you had both seen the Satellite System Laser Lock, though, the specific details as to how were glossed over. You figured that next time you saw Tiffa, you'd have to educate her on those beaked bastards, scientifically classified as the "Tursiops truncatus", or common bottlenose dolphin. You had the sinking feeling that, had their psychic leader not been there, they might have given into their more... basic instincts, a train of thought you'd rather not linger on.

Thus, you've been standing out on the observation deck, the salty sea air blowing through your hair as you thought of ways to occupy your time for now, while the Freeden was en route for a rendezvous point with one of yours and jamil's mutual Sea Vulture contacts for supplies.

What will you do to kill some time, Dave?
>Head down to the hangar; time seems to fly when you've got a wrench in hand and a project to work on.
>Find Tiffa; you'd rather she learn the truth about her dolphin friends sooner rather than later.
>Write in

>>27576299
>Head down to the hangar; time seems to fly when you've got a wrench in hand and a project to work on.

>>27576299
>Find Tiffa; you'd rather she learn the truth about her dolphin friends sooner rather than later.

>>27576299
>Find Tiffa; you'd rather she learn the truth about her dolphin friends sooner rather than later.
Ha hah, time for life-long mental scarring!

>>27576238
I'm pretty sure the Belphagor is more or less geared towards land-based melee combat; granted, it'd fare better underwater; but even then, when Kai eventually wakes up, he'll need to pilot SOMETHING now that we've dismantled his GX.

>Writing...

>>27576505
Not really land-based, just melee. But the thing is a melee monster. It's got Heat Wires, Atomic Scissors in it's legs, a Sonic Smasher Cannon in the chest, and shoulder mounted claw arms that contain a beam cannon and large beam saber each.
And it's got the Flash System that boosts it's pilot's combat ability.

You sigh; as... delicate as Tiffa was, she needed a good dose of reality. Granted, while she was... untouched last night, you had a feeling that such an occurrence was avoided largely due to the white dolphin's apparent dominance over her non-Newtype brethren.

You find her and Garrod in her room, drawing. Tiffa was drawing what looked to be a fairly nondescript stretch of ocean at sunset, while Garrod was working on a (rather crudely drawn) battle between a Gundam-esque mobile suit and something that looked straight out of a Saturday morning kid's cartoon. At least his skills were improving... sort of.

You clear your throat, making your presence known.

"Mister David...?" says Tiffa, looking up from her easel. "What is it?"

"Tiffa..." you begin, rubbing the back of your head. God, you knew this would end in tears one way or another...

"Do you consider those dolphins your friends?" you say finally, you mouth set in a thin line.

"I'd like to think so." she replies, nodding. "They seemed friendly enough."

"Yeah... a little too friendly, if you ask me." interjects Garrod, puffing out his cheeks in obvious disdain. You agreed with him, though probably not for the same reasons.

"How much do you actually know about Dolphins, Tiffa?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "What about you, Garrod?"

"Not a lot, just that they're supposed to be super smart, right?" replies Garrod with a shrug.

"I can't say I know much about them myself..." replies Tiffa, her eyes downcast.

You sigh. Oh how young and naive these two were. You almost regretted having to shatter that innocence for their sake.

Almost.

>Don't sugarcoat it; it's better that they know the full extent of the horrors these tings are capable of.
>Don't tell them more than what's necessary. You don't want to render them catatonic...
>Write in

>>27576825
>Don't sugarcoat it; it's better that they know the full extent of the horrors these tings are capable of.

>tings
I take it you mean to write that as "things", OP? Anyway, yeah... give them the gory details; those things are evil incarnate, better that they never think otherwise.

>>27576868
FUCK.

Yeah. Thanks for pointing that out, Anon.

>>27576825
>Don't tell them more than what's necessary. You don't want to render them catatonic...

"Dolphins are assholes, that about sums it up nicely enough."

>>27576825
>Don't sugarcoat it; it's better that they know the full extent of the horrors these tings are capable of.

As disgusting as it is, they need to hear about this; those things are fucking sociopaths.

>Writing...

Shouldn't we get the ship's doctor to back us up on this?
I thought he was into the biological sciences as well as being a doctor.

Or am I thinking of someone else?

Incoming wall of text. Christ, I kind of got carried away typing this...

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You sigh.

You regret having to shatter their innocence in such a manner... Not that much, though. but it was necessary, lest one of them fell prey to those bottlenosed bastards.

"Now... what I'm about to tell the both of you may be hard to believe, but I assure you, as sick, and as disgusting as it may seem, it is nothing but the truth. Are both of you prepared to hear this?"

Garrod and Tiffa look at one another, before nodding hesitantly. Oh well; you warned them.

"Alright then... onto our first subject; dolphin anatomy."

---

By the time you had finished your rather... graphic lecture, both of them were a wreck. Garrod had been doing an impressive imitation of a fish gasping for breath, and Tiffa, well... she was sitting in the corner, muttering that she was "unclean" like a woman possessed.

When Jamil and Techcs had happened upon the scene, you had explained your intentions, and told them what you told Garrod and Tiffa, albeit with less... graphic detail. Jamil, for his part, tried and failed to remain stone faced throughout the summary. Techcs, on the other hand was unperturbed, stating that he'd known about such things before hand and simply returned to the medical bay.

Seriously, did ANYTHING ever faze that guy?

Garrod was brought out of his funk, thankfully, by the sound of a foghorn off in the distance. Approaching Tiffa's window, he gasped and turned to you and Jamil.

"Guys, trouble! We have Orcs, incoming!"

You take a look out of the window as well to confirm what he saw, only to smile and shake your head.

"W-what's so funny?" he asks, his tone indignant.

"Those aren't Orcs, I take it?" asks Jamil, smiling slightly.

"Nope." you reply, ruffling Garrod's already messy mop of greenish-black hair. "Those are the Sea Vultures we're supposed to rendezvous with; They've got the spare parts we've ordered."

Garrod nods in understanding, and it's not long before you usher him outside to assist with unloading the cargo.

(Cont'd.)

As you, Garrod, and Kid unload the more delicate cargo first, such as medical supplies and new tools, you overhear Kid asking about underwater use radar. It's a topic that's grabbed yours as well as Garrod's interest; such a thing would definitely be helpful in pinpointing the location of any Orcs in a possible combat scenario.

"Radar, eh?" muses the Sea Vulture Captain. "Despite all the salvage from the war, there's not much that I have that would be of any use to you guys... Though it's not as good as a D-Navi system, I have a good scanner that might help."

"D-Navi?" asks Kid, intrigued. "What's that?"

"What's a D-Navi?" he replies, raising an eyebrow. "Navi is for Navigation, and D is for Dolphin; it seems rather obvious, don't you think?"

You can't help but nod. It seemed simple enough, but there was one eensy little problem about that "dolphin" bit...

"What do they use dolphins for?" interjects Garrod, stepping towards the man.

"Well... the D-Navi is a high performance detection system." he says, leaning back on one of the crates. "It was developed by the Orc captain and former UNE communications specialist, Doza Bale."

Doza Bale... you had no idea he was capable of making something so sophisticated, but if that gut feeling of yours told you anything, it was that you wouldn't like where this conversation would lead.

"Rumor has it," continued the Sea Vulture, his face darkening. "that Doza bale uses a living dolphin's brain as the control system for the D-Navi."

Aaaand you definitely didn't like where this conversation was going. Something that used a dolphin's brain for navigation... the impact on the species' population would be staggering if left unchecked, but even then...

"Doza Bale's been producing these and selling them to other Orcs for their use..." continues the Sea Vulture, his brow knitting in anger. "After they're finished with their hunt... the ocean water turns red with the blood of their prey..."

(Cont'd.)

Kid shakes his head, sighing.

"That's terrible..." he says, frowning. As... nasty as dolphins could be, you had to agree. Still though; there were more pressing matters to address, if those Orcs you fought yesterday that were pursuing Tiffa and the white dolphin were indeed Doza Bale and his crew...

"Say, old man..." you interject, stepping forward. "Have you seen a white dolphin in the area recently?"

"A white dolphin?!" gasps the sea vulture, his eyes widened in shock as he grasps your shoulders. "You've actually seen her?"

"Yeah, we have." replies Garrod, nodding.

He looks from Garrod to you, clearly spooked.

"That thing... she may look similar to the other dolphins, but she's something else entirely... Rumor has it that Doza Bale would do anything to get his hands on that dolphin, because of its incredible abilities..."

So, Doza Bale WAS after the white dolphin... No wonder you had trouble against those Daughseats; chances were, those were experienced former UNE soldiers behind the controls.

(Cont'd.)

Garrod looks at you, clearly unsure of what to do. On one hand, you could see that despite what he learned, he still wanted to help that white dolphin. You had to admit, as pretentious as she was, the white dolphin was... something else alright. But still, what would it matter, in the long run? Ultimately, did the fate of some strange white dolphin really concern you?

>Go to Jamil about this; as crazy as it was, that Dolphin was undoubtedly a Newtype that needed protection.
>Forget about it; it'd be nothing short of karmic justice that the pretentious little freak meet her end at the hands of the humans she hated so much.
>Write in

>>27577902
>Forget about it; it'd be nothing short of karmic justice that the pretentious little freak meet her end at the hands of the humans she hated so much.

Seriously; did Newtype Dolphins have ANY relevance to the series besides being a plot device for a couple of episodes?

>>27577902
>Go to Jamil about this; as crazy as it was, that Dolphin was undoubtedly a Newtype that needed protection.
We've been on the canon railroad for this long, what's the harm in riding it for a few more miles?

Rolled 10

>>27577902
>Go to Jamil about this; as crazy as it was, that Dolphin was undoubtedly a Newtype that needed protection.

>>27577902
>Go to Jamil about this; as crazy as it was, that Dolphin was undoubtedly a Newtype that needed protection.

I'm choosing this, just in case we get the chance to bop that hypocritical bitch on the bottlenose.

>Writing...

>>27577902
>Write in
>Go to Jamil; we need to fight Doza Bale if we're going to have some safety around here.
Make it clear: we are NOT doing this for the dolphins, or that white freak. We are doing it for the people that are preyed upon by Orcs.

"So... a Newtype Dolphin?" asks Jamil, skeptical of yours and Garrod's story.

You sigh. Had you not witnessed its abilities for yourself, you would have reacted in the same way.

"I know it seems unbelievable, but it's the truth." I encountered her and the rest of her pod when I recovered Kai, and again during our skirmish with the Orcs."

"It still seems ludicrous... a dolphin with human-like intelligence and strange abilities..." mused Sala, still struggling to grasp the concept.

"No less strange than a human with the same kind of abilities." you retort. "Still... I'm not telling you all this for that dolphin's sake."

You sigh, rubbing your forehead in agitation as you recall the events of last night.

"Despite its human-level intelligence, it was unwilling to open its mind to the possibility that humans were more than bloodthirsty monsters, and essentially said that it hates us humans." you state, frowning.

"Still... as much as I don't care for that particular dolphin, people like Doza Bale can't be allowed to continue to terrorize innocent civilians and Sea Vultures looking to make a living out on the seas."

"I... I want to believe that she's not beyond hope."

You, Jamil, and everyone turn your attention to Tiffa, who was standing in the doorway that led to the bridge.

"She acts like she does because of how her and her brethren have been hunted. All the senseless slaughter... It's no wonder she had become so embittered with humanity..." surprisingly enough, Tiffa was actually raising her voice. Not by much, but there was conviction in her words; something you never expected to see from someone so quiet and withdrawn as she was.

"Please... show her that not all humans are as bad as she believes... she's out there right now, desperately fighting to protect her friends!"

Everyone is silent for a moment before Jamil finally decides to speak.

"Do you know where she is?" he asks, his tone even, and his face as unreadable as ever.

(cont'd.)

"I'll guide you there." she stated, nodding in confirmation.

Jamil looked to Shingo who nodded.

"Freeden, changing course!" he stated, grinning as he spun the ship's wheel.

---

It's not long before you and Garrod are in the hangar, beginning launch preparations, Tiffa having found the white dolphin's location in short order. Calibrations on the Hyper-Spec were finished, and work had begun on the Leopard's underwater combat equipment. That left you, Garrod, and Witz as the only combat-capable mobile suits at the moment, if only for a couple more hours or so. You and

Doza Bale's Sea King came up on screen, at a few kilometers away, along with the white dolphin and a group of pursuing Daughseats. Chances are, he would be expecting the three of you this time, so there would likely be more than just four Daughseats to contend with.

How will you approach the situation, Dave? Both Garrod and Witz will be following your lead here.
>Get in range to fire on the Sea King; Doza Bale is the main threat here. (Roll 1d20 to attack. DC to hit is 17.)
>Distract the Daughseats pursuing the dolphin. (There are three Daughseats pursuing the dolphin. Roll 1d20 to attack one of them, and specify how. DC is 14.)

>>27578624
>You and
Whoops, seems a bit of an old sentence was left there... ignore that~

Rolled 1

>>27578624
>Distract the Daughseats pursuing the dolphin.

Lets hope we don't get a repeat performance of last time... so many critfails...

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>>27578663
AHAHAHAHAHA OH MY FUCKING GOD, REALLY?

Rolled 9

>>27578624
>Distract the Daughseats pursuing the dolphin.

>>27578663
You. Don't roll ever again. EVER.

Rolled 2

>>27578624
>Distract the Daughseats pursuing the dolphin
Take out the lead Daughtress with a beam shot from a distance, aiming for any kind of mobility kill.
Witz and Garrod are to fire on the other two suits as soon as they break at Dave's attack on the lead suit.

Rolled 4

>>27578624
>Distract the Daughseats pursuing the dolphin. (There are three Daughseats pursuing the dolphin

Rolled 16

>>27578663
>>27578700
>>27578707
>>27578709
We're...all rolling d20's, right?
There's nothing screwy with the dice function that's making d20's into d10's?

Rolled 10

>>27578624
>Get in range to fire on the Sea King; Doza Bale is the main threat here. (Roll 1d20 to attack. DC to hit is 17.)

We're setting ourselves up for failure with option #2. Time to try another method of attack.

Rolled 20

>>27578721
We are. Maybe the dice really fucking hates dolphins. Not that I would blame them.

You are rolling for distracting the Daughseats, right?

>>27578624
>Get in range to fire on the Sea King; Doza Bale is the main threat here.

>>27578724
>setting ourselves up for failure
>choosing the option with the higher DC
>Fails just like everyone.

Rolled 20

>>27578624
>Get in range to fire on the Sea King; Doza Bale is the main threat here.

We got a nat 20. No way we can't fuck this up now.

Watch me negate it with this roll. I'm sorry if that actually happens. Don't hate me.

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>>27578744
>>27578773
>mfw

Holy shit. Think we finally exhausted our run of bad luck from the last thread?

>>27578663
OH WOW. THAT'S--

>>27578773
>>27578744
... Goodness. Should I assume you guys will be going with this option, then?

Guys, read the fucking rules, for fuck's sake.
Most of these rolls are no good (not like we want them, but still).
I don't want a nat20 negated because you didn't specify the HOW of an action.

>>27578847
>Should I assume you guys will be going with this option, then
Besides those two out of three that should actually count, yeah.

>>27578849
To be fair, the nat 20s were on options that don't say if we're supposed to specify how we're going to attack the Sea King. I think we're fine.

Technically, these rolls count. and being technically correct is the best kind of correct.

... Hrm. All very good points raised here. I guess the rolls for option 2 really dont count since no one specified a plan of attack for the Daughseats.

>WRITING

Rolled 16, 5 = 21

>Also rolling for Garrod and Witz...

>Result: You - 20, Garrod - 16, Witz - 5 + 2 = 7
>DC: 17
>Results: You - GREAT SUCCESS!, Garrod, Witz - Failure...

Garrod and Witz follow your lead as you move into firing range on the Sea King, the Daughseats diverting their attention from pursuing the dolphin to impede the progress of the three of you.

While Garrod manages to successfully fire off a shot from his beam machinegun, the shots fall short of hitting the target, while WItz is unable to follow up, with the Daughseats focusing on him.

You, however, are another story. You focus on the goal in front of you, and breathe, a familiar sensation overtaking you as you heft the Buster Sheath Rifle. Time seems to slow down as you can expand your senses, feeling the emotions and thought patterns of everyone around you; Garrod's frustration at having missed his target, the franticness of Witz' mind as he fights off a few Daughseats, and the white dolphin's confusion and awe at the turn of events before her. Exhaling, your gaze locks with the bridge of the Sea King, and you squeeze the trigger.

You watch as the fiery bolt of energy rockets forth, immolating the bridge of the battleship, causing a spectacular explosion that rocks the Sea King. You cringe as you feel the surprise, anguish, and hatred of the spirit that was once Doza Bale. How one man could cause such trouble for innocent people everywhere, you didn't know, or particularly care, but what mattered now was that the man was dead.

The three of you watch as what was left of his forces panic and begin to disperse, the strength of their loyalty to the former UNE officer turned Orc bleeding through plain as day.

What will you do?
>Make sure the dolphin is unharmed. Bitch better be thankful...
>Mop up the rest of them; no sense leaving a mess unattended to. (There are two battleships, and twelve Daughseats to engage. Pick a target, roll a 1d20, and specify how we will attack. DC is 15.)
>Write in

So I was thinking, why would David know all this about dolphins? Why would a Junk Dealer in the desert know so much about a marine mammal?

Then I thought about how he must have grown up. The son of a general in one of Humanity's most catastrophic wars.
He must have gone through a phase where he felt like the white dolphin, and hipster naturists, rejecting Man and finding solace in Nature.
Except, the more he looked at Nature, the more he realized that Nature is red in tooth and claw, and has genocidal slave-taking races just as efficient as humans.

So when we next see that albino freak, we should ask it if it's rape-murdered a porpoise recently.

>>27579227
>Write in
Broadcast over an open channel terms for surrender.
"We have 3 Gundams, you have none. If you value your lives, surrender now."

>>27579229
Maybe he's just well read? I'm not quite sure, but I think the guy's from the colonies originally? If not, he IS the son of a high-ranking officer from the UNE. that could mean he was given a decent education growing up...

>>27579229
bar gossip and the internet

>>27579227
>Make sure the dolphin is unharmed. Bitch better be thankful...

>>27579229
Or he got some decent education before shit hit the fan.

We don't know much about Dave, it's possible that he grew up somewhere near the sea and that the guy loves to read about the world.

>>27579227
Let's go with this >>27579269 then we make sure the dolphin's fine.

>>27579227
We go after the dolphin. Have Garrod and Witz drive the fuckers away.

What's the status on the enemy ship? Can we salvage it?

>>27579363
Besides the bridge being rendered a pile of slag, the rest of the ship itself is intact.

There should be a number of intact D-Navi modules aboard the ship, along with a few undeployed Daughseats.

>>27579386
Hrm... moral quandry. Do we take advantage of the super-advanced dolphin brain-powered navigation systems, or destroy them because it's the "right" thing to do?

>>27579227
This >>27579269 and check on the dolphin bitch

>Writing...

>>27579442
We'll see. Maybe the white asshole will do some sonar for us? She can use echolocation and transmit what she sees to us, in exchange for us destroying those things.

Though we should talk with the rest of the crew, see what do they think about it.

You do a quick scan of your surroundings to make sure that dolphin is unharmed, and to your surprise and relief, it's safe. Still, that didn't mean you were all quite out of hot water just yet.

Your turn to the remainder of Doza's forces that stayed behind. You can feel the majority of their attention focused on you, Garrod and Witz. If they just surrendered, that would certainly make things much easy on everyone.

You open up a link on an open radio frequency and hail what was left of his forces, silently praying that this gambit would pay off.

"To the remainder of Doza Bale's forces, if you value your lives, I ask that you surrender. We have three Gundams, and your forces are scattered. You cannot hope to defeat us in your current state."

Silences reigns for a few moments as you anticipate a response. Hopefully none of you would have any further conflict to deal with today...

>Roll 1d20+4. DC for total surrender is 18.

Rolled 10 + 4

>>27579639
Rolling.

Rolled 9 + 4

>>27579639

Rolled 11 + 4

>>27579639
Newtype charisma GO!

Rolled 14 + 4

>>27579639

Rolled 1 + 4

>>27579639
we pretty much got this.

>>27579751
GOD DAMN IT.

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>>27579751
YOU HAD TO PUSH IT, DIDN'T YOU ANON.

>>27579751
Well, how about that...

>Writing...

>Result: 1 + (ERROR: MODIFIER NOT FOUND)
>DC: 18
>CRITICAL FAILURE!

You're met with a cacophony of laughter and several responses that essentially amounted to "fuck you and your mother."

So now you've got no choice but to fight.

Hastily, you switch frequencies to the Freeden's private lines, panic evident in your voice.

"Kid, -please- tell me the Leopard's ready." you say, fighitng down the urge to freak out.

"Sorry Dave." he says, his voice heavy with fatigue. "We're working as fast as we can, here. The three of you will just have to hold on until then."

You curse as you see the two battleships trained on you, Garrod, and Witz, along with the remaining Daughtresses submerging.

>Roll 1d20 to dodge incoming fire. DC is 15.

>>27579874
Whoops, that should be Daughseats, not Daughtresses.

Rolled 2

>>27579874
Fuckfuckfuck

The Dice Gods are punishing us for our hubris. We're gonna get our asses whooped.

Rolled 19

>>27579874
Dodge that incoming fire!

Rolled 16

>>27579874
c'mon dice, don't forsake us just yet...

>>27579912
>>27579930
ALRIGHT, WE'RE SAFE. NO ONE ELSE ROLL.

Christ... We've gotta be more careful.

>Writing...

Rolled 18, 7 = 25

>and rolling for Garrod & Witz...

>>27580013
Witz just cannot get a fucking break, can he?

>Results: You - 19, Garrod - 18, Witz - 7 + 2 = 9
>DC: 15
>Success: You, Garrod
>Failure: Witz

You and Garrod manage to dodge the incoming salvo of gunfire, but Witz is not so lucky, as a round manages to clip him on the back of the MS, forcing him to shift into MS mode, and drop considerably in altitude.

"Any time now, Kid!" you grind out, didging torpedo fire from a few overzealous Daughseats.

"We're mounting it now, hang on!" came Kid's reply. "Hey wait what the--"

He's interrupted as a loud crash is heard over the radio, followed by the hiss of static.

"Kid? KID?! Shit, what's going on back there? KID!" No response. Not good... but no time to worry about that; you had to focus on the fight ahead.

>Roll 1d20 to attack. There are 12 Daughseats, and 2 Battleships. Specify what you are attacking, and how. DC is 15.

Rolled 4

>>27580121
Shoot down one of the battleships. Aim for the bridge so we can have something to salvage from later.

Rolled 8

>>27580121
Fire at one of the battleships with the leg missiles. It's about fucking time we give these babies a proper test run.

Rolled 19

>>27580121
Tell Witz to check on Kid, Garrod to put his training in the simulators to good use and take out the Daughseats, and we go in after the battleships.
Line up beam rifle shots on the bridge so that we can maximize our salvage.

Rolled 8

>>27580121
Aim at the daighseats

>>27580166
Welp, looks like we got our battle plan.

Rolled 10

>Writing and rolling for Garrod...

>>27580248
Garrod needs more time in the simulators

>Results: You - 19, Garrod - 10
>DC: 15
>Success: You
>Failure: Garrod

"Witz! fall back and check on Kid!" you bark, firing on the battleships. "Garrod, engage the Daughseats and keep them busy!"

You curse as the Daughseats harass Garrod, preventing him from firing his beam machinegun or his Divider's Beam Harmonica. You fire off a few more shots and watch as both of the battleships' bridges explode from your assault, rendering them derelict.

"Uh, Dave?" chimes in Witz over the radio.

"Witz? Is Kid okay?" you ask, zeroing in on Garrod's position to provide covering fire.

"Yeah." he says through gritted teeth. "But the Belphagor--"

"The Belphagor?! What the-- who's piloting that thing?" you ask, your voice frantic.

"I am."

You recognized that voice. It was damn near impossible, but it was happening right here, right now.

"Kai?!" you say, practically screeching the name. "What the hell are you doing up here? You should be in bed, resting--"

"I'm fine." interjects Kai. "Just hold on; I'm on my way to provide backup."

"Fine?" this time it was Garrod's turn to interject. "You just woke up from a coma! you're about the furthest thing from fine!"

"You guys are outnumbered four to one out there. If I sortie with the Belphagor, I can help swing the odds in our favor; the Belphagor has a Sonic Smasher Cannon, which will pack enough of a punch to wipe out at least a quarter of their forces. Let me help. -Please-."

You pause to consider your options; on one hand, there was strength in numbers, and the Belphagor certainly seemed to be a powerful machine on par with the GX... But on the other, Kai just came out of a coma, and most certainly should -not- be moving around.

>Let Kai sortie; As long as he doesn't overexert himself, he should be fine.
>Don't let him sortie. He's clearly in no condition to fight.
>Write in

>>27580556
>Let Kai sortie; As long as he doesn't overexert himself, he should be fine.

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?

>>27580556
>Let Kai sortie; As long as he doesn't overexert himself, he should be fine.
We need that support until the Leopard is ready.

>>27580556
"Are you absolutely sure about this? I don't want you to die."
If he is, let him sortie. If he isn't, don't.

>Writing...

"Alright... as long as you're sure you're in fighting condition." you say through clenched teeth. "If you plunge into the water, or start getting yourself hammered out there, I want you to pull back, got it?"

"Right." came Kai's reply. "Witz and I are en route to your position."

"Roger that."

>Reinforcements: Witz (GW-9800 Gundam Airmaster), Kai (GB-9700 Gundam Belphagor)

With reinforcements on the way, it looks like you have more of a fighting chance with every passing second. Now what?

>Roll 1d20 to shake those Daughseats off of Garrod. DC is 14.

Rolled 2

>>27580749
Rolling.

Rolled 6

>>27580749
4 vs. 12? Seems a smidge more fair. Let's roll.

Rolled 17

>>27580749

Rolled 13, 18, 18 = 49

>Writing and rolling...

>Results: You - 17, Garrod - 13, Witz - 18, Kai - 18
>DC: 14
>Success: You, Witz, Kai
>Near-miss: Garrod

You dive down low, picking off the Daughseats harassing Garrod, who manages to break away, while firing a few potshots in random directions. You can't tell in the chaos, but you're pretty sure one of the shots glanced one of the Daughseat's arms. The Belphagor's Claw Arms unfold, Kai firing the beam guns, nailing two Daughseats in the reactors, the resulting explosions disorienting any nearby pilots. Witz took the opportunity to shoot the cockpits of two more, causing them to sink into the water.

You unsheathe a beam saber, cutting two Daughseats in half at the torso. Half of the Sea King's remaining forces are gone, and according to radio chatter, Roybea was on his way with the Leopard, which made his presence known by firing a volley of torpedoes at the nearest Daughseat, watching as it exploded spectacularly.

So now it's five Daughseats versus five Gundams. What is your next course of action?
>Finish them off. No mercy. (Roll 1d20 to attack a Daughseat, and specify how. DC is 15.)

>>27580969
Whoops, forgot the other options.
>Finish them off. No mercy. (Roll 1d20 to attack a Daughseat, and specify how. DC is 15.)
>Offer them a chance to surrender
>Write in

>>27580983
>Offer them a chance to surrender

"It's five Gundams versus the five of you. You can walk away now, and live to see another day, or you can throw your lives away. Your choice."

>>27580969
One more chance to surrender.
Intact mobile suits sell for more than damaged ones.

>>27580983
One more chance to surrender.
"Remember when I said three Gundams? I meant five."

>Writing...

You smirk, pointing your Buster Sheath Rifle at the remaining Daughseats.

"Remember when I said we had three Gundams? I meant five." you say. "Now, last chance; surrender, hand over the Mobile Suits, and you can walk away from this alive."

Common sense finally taking hold of the remaining Orcs, they oblige, and are left treading water as their mobile suits are taken to the loading dock of the Freeden one at a time.

---

There were a handful of extra Daughseats aboard the remnants of the Sea King, along with several D-Navi units, which are brought aboard the Freeden. The D-Navi systems aboard the captured Daughseats were subsequently uninstalled, and gathered together onto the loading dock of the Freeden.

You can feel the presence of the white dolphin and her pod near the Freeden, as if she was waiting to see what you would do with the remnants of her brethren.

You knew that while keeping these things on board would be morally wrong, despite the technological advantage they granted, but there was the problem that to get continued use out of them, one would have to continuously hunt sociopathic, but otherwise innocent sea creatures. There was also the fact that selling them would bring in a large profit, but there was always the possibility that they could end up in the wrong hands, thus putting things back at square one.

So here you were, staring at several boatfuls of D-Navi systems, and a detonator in hand. Sighing, you press the switch, and watch as several pounds of C4 aboard each of the spare boats are detonated, taking the brain jars with them in the ensuing fiery explosions. You had mentally prepared yourself for this; you knew that it had to be done, but what you were -not- prepared for, was the following psychic spectacle.

It was as if the entire night sky had become so much brighter, and space had turned into a cavalcade of bright, pastel colors, with stars flickering and twinkling around you.

(Cont'd.)

You could see the -souls- of these dolphins erupting from the ether, swimming past you as they passed beyond the veil. The spectacle was awe inspiring, and stirred a number of emotions within you. It was beautiful; there was no other way to describe it.

>'Thank you...'

You turn in the direction of the "voice", and come face to beak with the white dolphin.

>'I... never thought a human would do such a selfless thing... you could have simply used them... then thrown them away like the rest of you... but you... everyone around you... you're all so.... different.'

"And I never thought I'd meet a dolphin who didn't violently beat a porpoise to death, or rape something for kicks." you say in return, smirking.

She looks incredulous, if that was even possible for a dolphin, but you hold up your hands, chuckling.

"Kidding, sorry." you say, smiling. "Still... as great as our capacity for evil is, the same can be said for our capacity to do good. We don't quite understand it ourselves, but we're doing all we can to try and do just that. There are those that refuse to understand, and there's little we can do to sway them."

At those words, she averts her gaze. A part of you is surprised; a dolphin feeling -guilty-; that was a new one. Still, you continue.

"If you want to prove yourself different from the rest, don't just withdraw into that shell of yours. If you don't understand something, -try- to understand, so that some day, you might."

>'It... it sounds hard. I don't know if I can do it.'

"You won't know if you don't try."

Another moment of silence passes before she speaks again.

>'Alright... I'll try. If there are more people like you out there... how bad could humans be?'

"That's the spirit."

As the dolphin swims off, you can feel yourself becoming heavier, as if gravity had once again taken a hold of your being. You blink a few times, and find yourself being stared at by Garrod, Kid, all of the other Oldtypes aboard the Freeden, save for Techcs.

(Cont'd.)

The only ones who seem to have an inkling of what occurred were Jamil, Kai, and Tiffa, who regard you with a nod. You assure the others that you're fine, and stand up, watching as the white dolphin and her pod disembark. Your opinion of dolphins in general didn't really change, but that dolphin in particular earned a few points with you today.

You sigh; on one hand, you've been spiritually enriched through an experience that you're not sure if you'll ever experience again by blowing up several millions of dollars worth in navigational equipment, but on the other, you still have at least ten intact and serviceable Daughseats you could sell for top dollar once the Freeden arrives at Saint's Island.

What now?
>Skip to next morning.
>Grab a drink with Jamil, and discuss what you witnessed moments ago.
>Apologize to Kai; he seemed somewhat miffed that his GX was dismantled without his consent.
>Write in

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Did... did we just have a Newtype moment with a fucking dolphin? A racist dolphin, no less?

>>27581680
>Grab a drink with Jamil, and discuss what you witnessed moments ago.
"Jamil... I think I may have touched minds with a dolphin. I feel weird. Is that normal?"

>>27581680
>Grab a drink with Jamil, and discuss what you witnessed moments ago.
DRINK TO FORGET

DRINK TO FORGET

>Writing...

>>27581707
Not only that, we made him doubt his racism.

Just another day in the life of David West.

>>27581680
Get a drink with Jamil. Grab Kai along as well, see how he's holding up.

You decide to cap off the night with a well-deserved drink with Jamil in the rec room.

The two of you sit in relative silence, the only sound filling the room was the occasional clinking of ice against glass.

"So..." you say, finally. "Is... what happened... is that normal?"

Jamil look at you, then to the drink in his hands, and gives you a noncommittal shrug.

"With a Newtype Dolphin? I couldn't say. You've set a precedent, I'd say." he replies, "As for a human Newtype... it's not exactly uncommon, but not unheard of, either. The circumstances for such an occurrence differ each time, with each person."

"I... I see." you say, hanging your head. "Could you and the others see what I did?"

Jamil shakes his head at that.

"I imagine she was reaching out to you specifically. had she attempted to make contact with any of us... save for myself, we might have been able to experience it ourselves."

"I see..." you say, taking sip of your drink. "I think... I think I understand what it means to be a Newtype a little better after tonight. I don't have all the answers I'd have preferred, but it's a start."

Jamil nods, and raises his glass.

"Indeed. A few inches of progress is better than none at all."

"Heh... you've got that right."

"You realize you're going to have to pay for another bottle of this, right?"

"You can't be serious... Wait, you're Jamil Neate. Of course you are."

"And don't you forget it."

>Gonna end it here for now, guys. It's fucking 4 AM over here, and I need to sleep. I'll resume things tomorrow afternoon/evening, assuming the thread is still here. Hopefully it is. If not, I can always make another one, I suppose.

>>27581866
I think you meant to say "not exactly COMMON", right OP?

>>27581871
FUCK. See, this is what happens when I try to force myself to stay awake. Ah well.

>>27581866
Sure thing man. Don't forget to archive this thing, just in case.

>>27581880
Right-o.

Took care of it. Now to sleep.

>>27581866
Alcohol ho!

So we've captured three battleships and 10 Daughseats. Unfortunately, none of the battleships look amphibious so we can't keep one for our own use long term. Also, we'll have to deal with our prisoners, since we actually take some unlike your standard Gundam protagonists.
Anyway, shopping list time:
1. Parts to repair that GX
2. Rainy day parts
3. Upgrade parts for the Leopard and Airmaster
4. Another Land Battleship, we're kinda running out of room here.(Phyrennes class would be the cheapest and least capable)

>>27588103
The second ship could actually be something we could use as a mobile shop once we finish with the contract we have right now. Maybe we can convert one of the battleships to travel through sand like we did with the surfboard.

>>27588185
Nah, the ships we captured are actual ocean going ships. I checked the relevant episode.

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>>27588103
I'm pretty sure we just left those five guys just treading water in the middle of the ocean. They might as well be shark bait. As for the battleships, the bridges have been slagged. They could fetch a decent price despite their condition.

We could definitely use parts to rebuild the black GX... perhaps even give it a more standard color scheme. Perhaps, as long as we talk them up a good deal, we could get a good price for each Daughseat, and maybe purchase a Land Battleship of our own.

Maybe get ourselves a Rocky-class? Those seem fairly common.

>>27588103
Well, we'll have to have someone look over the prisoners in case they decide to riot and attempt to take over the Freeden or something. Then, we drag the ships to the nearest harbor, sell them and the Daughseats, and get the necessary parts and upgrades. With the money we'll earn, we could upgrade the Freeden as well - maybe improve the hangar or the engines.

A second ship would be nice to have, but I don't think we have the income necessary to maintain that. Maybe if we open up shop in the harbor town - kinda like our own base of operation. Or we get Ennil and her Vultures to join us.

>>27588266
>I'm pretty sure we just left those five guys just treading water in the middle of the ocean.
Doesn't that seem a bit to war-crimeish for Jamil and Co?

>Maybe get ourselves a Rocky-class?
Possibly. The Phyrennes class is the smallest and (presumably) cheapest, but a Rocky class would be another option. So would the Alps (Same class as the Freeden) Or maybe buy a Tenzan but that would be really expensive. Everything else is either some weird submarine thing, is the Bandaal, or simply doesn't have any stats or pictures I can find.

>>27588396
If we sell the Freeden as well, maybe we can buy the largest ship there is. And it'd still leave us some money we could use for upgrades and parts.

>>27588396
Will it really matter in the long run? Besides, they're Orcs, not Vultures. As far as we know or care, those guys are irredeemable bastards.

>>27588429
That would be the Tenzan-class, coming in at 187 meters, 8190 metric tons and a 12 MS capacity, vs the Freedens 132 meters, 6380 metric tons and 6-12 MS capacity.

>>27588484
That's the one. Though I doubt Jamil would sell the old gal.

But a larger ship would be nice to have. We could open a shop inside, hire additional mechanics and doctors, get more guns - turn the thing into a mobile fortress that's made for protecting Newtypes and earning money. And the occasional heroics.

>>27588535
The issue is its not that much more capable than the Alps class, which is the second largest of the conventional land battleships.

>>27581807
>him
Her. Our (former?) racist asshole dolphin is a chick.

>>27588103
Maybe a combination of all of the above. Prioritize the GX repairs, keep a battleship at least or sell them and get a new/better one, and maybe half of the Daughseats can be kept for spare units/parts.

Some prisoners might be willing to help us, so we should probably check for that too.

>>27588593
FYI, the battleships we captured are actual ships, so we almost certainly want a different unit.

>>27588559
It sounds like upgrading the Freeden is the better option then.

If we do get another ship eventually, we should repurpose it so that it serves as a shop and a warehouse for the stuff we're not using or we're planning to sell. I'm just worried that having two ships is going to make us an even bigger target than we already are, especially if we begin to meddle in politics.

>>27588664
We're already one of the biggest targets around. After all, we have half of the newtypes currently in existence on our ship right now.

>>27588694
Exactly. We really should focus on improving our suits and ship, in case something bigger than us decides to come knocking. We're probably going to end up either joining one side in the upcoming conflict or forming our own - and establishing a Trade League sounds awesome.

The thread will be resuming in about a half hour, folks; Right now, I'm sitting down to pizza for dinner, and I don't want to get my greasy. keyboard

>>27590671
>my keyboard greasy

da fuq. I hate my laptop's touchpad. Shit like that always happens.

>>27590671
you okay there Gundamn?

>>27591976
Yeah, sorry; bit of a writer's block, but it's passing now.

I'm still writing up the next post... but it's turning into a series of posts now.

>>27591976
The grease proved too much for him.

The following morning, you assist in unloading more cargo; spare parts to rebuild Kai's GX, which didn't come cheap, unfortunately. Seeing as the Freeden's funds were running low, you did what you could to make up the difference, which included making up the difference by selling half your stock of Daughseats to pay for the supplies and spare parts.

The morning was particularly uneventful... at least until an unidentified mobile armor was inbound on the Freeden's position. Garrod had been panicking, though your Newtype senses hadn't been broadcasting any sort of iminent danger, but you were overcome with a sense of familiarity. Considering that the Freeden hadn't opened fire, nor were orders to mobilize being given, you could only assume that the incoming mobile armor was broadcasting a friendly IFF signal.

As for who was piloting the mobile armor, you answer came soon enough as it surfaced, and transformed, revealing an all to familiar black and red Mobile Suit.

"The Ashtaron... Olba?!" you say, stepping back as the Gundam touched down on the loading dock.

"Indeed, Mr. West." greeted Olba, stepping out of the Ashatron, "It's been quite a while, hasn't it?"

"Forgive me for being frank, Mr. Frost... but might I ask what you're doing on my ship?"

You turn to see Jamil approaching, flanked by Sala, Shingo, Techcs, and Kai.

"Ah, forgive me." replies Olba, bowing. "As pleasant it is to see you all again, I'm here to ask a favor of you all. If it interests you, I require your services in recovering something in the Sea of Lorelei."

"The Sea of Lorelei?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that place dangerous due to the constant storms in the area?"

"Mr. Frost... Forgive me for being blunt, but as enticing as your offer is, but I cannot risk my crew in an operation in such dangerous waters." replies Jamil, folding his arms behind his back.

Olba is surprised at Jamil's response, and then he seemed... disappointed, perhaps?

(Cont'd.)

"Ah, right. I understand completely." he says, shaking his head. "It's admirable that you put the safety of your crew first, but none of you have even heard what the prize at the bottom of the Sea of Lorelei is."

Jamil is silent for a moment, before he nods. "Alright... go on, Mr. Frost."

"Thank you Captain Neate." says Olba, smiling. "Rumor has it, that somewhere in the Sea of Lorelei is sunken cargo from the 7th Space War. Some say it may be GX-Bits, lost in transit across the Pacific. Others say it was a new Gundam-class mobile suit... whatever the case, the contents lost at the bottom of the sea are incredibly valuable... and there are Orcs who are looking for such a treasure as we speak. If I may, my brother and I would like to request your assistance in recovering these relics, so that they won't fall into the wrong hands."

Jamil falls silent and contemplative... he's thinking; you can tell that much.

"All right." he says, finally. "Better that this so-called treasure ends up in our hands than a sociopathic Orc."

"Thank you, Jamil... I'll give you the coordinates to the salvaging site. If you would permit me to accompany you, I'd be ever so grateful."

Jamil nods hesitantly, sighing.

"Very well. Considering that your Ashatron's Mobile Armor mode makes it the most seaworthy machine amongst our current contingent of Mobile Suits, refusing your request would be asinine."

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't mention it... please." he replied, forcing his expression to remain neutral. "Kid, get your crew to secure the Ashtaron to the deck along with the Daughseats; the Hangar is too full to accommodate it, unfortunately, so this temporary arrangement will have to do."

Kid obliges, and soon enough, the engineers are busy securing the Ashtaron to the deck.

You take Olba aside, intent on asking him some questions. What do you need to address?
>What are your plans?
>Why us specifically?
>Where's Shagia?
>Write in

>>27593183
>Where's Shagia?
Shit's really going if he isn't here.
>Why us specifically?

>>27593183
>What are your plans?

I know that the Frost Bros. are good guys now, or something, but that still doesn't make them completely trustworthy... right? Better to err on the side of caution, I say.

>>27593183
> What are your plans?

Did we sell the captured ships as well? Those were probably worth some money.

>>27593254
If nothing else they probably have the sort of guns we can mount on the Freeden.

>>27593236
Meh. I trust them to smash the UNE and Spacers.

They were willing to cover us at Severn...

Yeah, I'm thinking along the lines of "we'll try hard not to have you end up as collateral damage in our schemes".

>>27593254
You did; but their... less than perfect condition reduced their worth a fair amount. However, there's enough money on you to buy a Land Battleship or a contingent of high quality Mobile Suits. Unfortunately, you don't know if there's any for sale where you're going, AKA at Saint's Island.

>>27593287
They probably do. Maybe we haven't found a buyer yet for them yet.

And if we're going to the Sea of Lorelei, we could use some upgrades on the Freeden, so selling them and the Daughtresses as well as getting more parts would be a smart thing to do.

>>27593183
>Why us specifically?
>Where's Shagia?

For shits and giggles I made a new newtype classification system:
Category C: Compatible with the Flash System or other Newtype technology
Category I: Incompatible with newtype technology, but still displaying scientifically provable psychic ability.
Category U: Suspected psychic ability, unable to be proven or debunked.
Category F: Provable fraud.

Rolled 2

Seems there's a bit of a divide as to what
questions to ask him. Gonna roll a 1d2 to decide between 1) Asking him about his plans, and 2) Why Shagia isn't here.
>Writing...

>>27593346
No real choice there, we don't have any place to put the mobile suits

>>27593661
We could always gather what we have and buy a bigger ship. The Tenzan class has slightly improved performance compared to the Freeden, but can store additional 6 suits.

>>27593742
Technically the Freeden can store as many mobile suits as the Tenzan if it reduces its cargo handling capacity. Also, they seem to be more likely to have some of the smaller land battleship classes if they have anything

>>27593742
...actually, the Freeden can store 12 suits, but those 6 spaces are used for cargo instead.

>Be right back; heading to the store real quick...

>>27593971
>>27593974
Okay then, so we keep the Freeden as our flagship / base of operations, while we get a smaller ship whose only duty is to store parts and suits we're planning on selling. Fine with me, we just need to find someone we can hire to do that - or we could do that ourselves.

Captain David West.

"Alright, Olba..." you begin, crossing your arms. "Why come to us specifically? What made you choose us? For that matter, where's your brother, Shagia? I need answers, and only you can provide them."

Olba gives you a disarming smile, and chuckles.

"Nothing ever gets past you, does it, Mr. David?" he replies, smiling. "Shagia and I chose you specifically because you and the crew of the Freeden are the only people we feel we can trust with this operation. Shagia can't be here himself because his duties require him to be elsewhere."

"Duties?" you inquire, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you and your brother were freelance Mobile Suit pilots?"

"Yes, well..." says Olba, sighing. "We may not have been entirely truthful... You know of the UNE, correct?"

"Yeah... my father was a high ranking officer in their ranks before he died and they were dissolved. Why?"

"You see... The UNE isn't as dead as you might have been lead to believe. They still exist, and they seek to finish the war from fifteen years ago." replies Olba, his expression rather somber. "The remnants united under the banner of the New UNE forces, and seek to return to space and finish off the SRA, which yes, does still exist."

"And you and your brother are a part of these New UNE forces?" you ask, your expression darkening.

"In a manner of speaking, yes." replies Olba, sighing. "Though we've been actively avoiding bolstering their forces with potential Newtypes and tech from 7th Spaces War tech, it seems that this time, we are unable to avoid performing our duties as dogs of the Federation. As much as you and Jamil have been talking about preventing Newtypes from being used as tools of war, it seems my brother and I have become just that."

"If you don't want to be treated as tools, why not defect, then?" you ask, your brow knitted in confusion and concern. "Defect and become actual freelance pilots or something?

"If only it were that easy..." retorts Olba, sarcasm evident in his tone.

(Cont'd.)

"Well... isn't it?" you ask, confused.

"I wish it was, Mr David." replied Olba, shaking his head. "But unfortunately, it is far more difficult than that. My brother and I are in possession of powerful prototype Mobile Suits; the first Gundam-class machines produced in fifteen years, no less. I've little doubt that were we to defect, we would be hunted down like criminals."

"Have you that little faith in us, Olba? Our goal is to ensure the protection of all Newtypes everywhere, and if we couldn't provide protection for you or your brother, we will have failed in our endeavor. That, I cannot allow to happen."

"Jamil..." you say, watching as he stepped forward, offering the both of you a small smile.

"Such charisma, Captain..." said Olba, a smile returning to his face. "Despite our deception, you'd willingly assist us nonetheless?"

"Of course. Relics of the past should remain buried, or be disposed of so that they will not be used as weapons of war. If there truly is something as dangerous as G-Bits in the sea of Lorelei, we cannot allow them to be misused."

"Indeed there are." replied Olba, nodding. "Which is why my brother and I trust you enough to thwart the New UNE's machinations and prevent the G-Bits from falling into the wrong hands, more specifically, theirs."

You've been awfully quiet, Dave; is there something you'd like to ask?
>"When you say other Vultures, how many are we talking about, here?"
>"You really think we can stop the New UNE?"
>"Is there anything else you can tell us, such as the specific kind of G-Bits we're recovering?"
>Write in

>>27594785
>Write in
>"There were signs that somewhere in the Pacific, the Satellite System was activated. Do you know anything about that?"

If they're a part of the New UNE, and yet are also our allies, I see no reason why they'd without information from us; it'd deprive the enemy of an advantage, and give us a possible edge.

>>27594881
Whoops, meant "withhold"; not without.

>>27594785
>"When you say other Vultures, how many are we talking about, here?"

It's best to find out how crazy the party is going to be.

>>27594785
>When you say New UNE... you mean to tell me that they've restarted the factories and made new MS again?

>>27594881
Gonna go with this; might as well get the dirt on the Gundam Double X a few episodes early...

>>27593483
This seems reasonable. Would probably win us some points with the Faust bro's as well.

>Writing...

"Alright, Olba..." you begin, frowning slightly. "Since you and your brother are a part of the New UNE, and your Gundams are proof that they've been developing new weapons, can I assume that the Satellite System uplink from a few nights ago is somehow related?"

Olba nods, confirming your suspicions.

"Indeed... in addition to my brother's Virsago and my Ashtaron, the New UNE has been developing a Mobile Suit capable of using the Satellite System without the need for a Newtype... and they've been using data gathered from the remains of Jamil Neate's Gundam X to do so."

At that declaration, Jamil's face goes pale; almost ghost-white in color, even.

"you can't be serious." you state flatly. "A Gundam that doesn't need a Newtype to use the Satellite Cannon? That's ridiculous."

"I can understand your skepticism, David... but it is the truth." comes Olba's blunt reply. "And for the record, it is Satellite -Cannons-, as in two of them."

Jamil sputters at that, his composure lost in the revelation that it was his combat data that allowed for the construction of such a machine.

"A machine capable of mounting TWO Satellite Cannons?" he croaked,, sweat dripping from his brow. "Such a thing... Such a thing would be a nightmare...!"

"Indeed... The Gundam Double X... a Mobile Suit with fifteen years of innovation behind it... it could very well be the machine that could mark the age of a new Space War..."

"It could..." you say, smirking. "That is, if it was still in their possession."

Jamil looks at you, incredulous, as does Olba. By all rights, were anyone else to say such a thing, you'd consider them mad yourself.

"You... you do realize what you're suggesting, correct?" asks Olba, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. "You're suggesting that you infiltrate the -heavily guarded- base where the Double X is being developed, and STEAL it? Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds?"

"So? you state bluntly. "I'm a Vulture. Crazy is what we do."

(Cont'd.)

>>27595959
"David West... you just might be the bravest soul my brother and I have ever had the pleasure to meet... or you are quite possibly the craziest bastard this side of the Pacific Ocean. You realize that, correct?"

You grin at Olba and wave him off.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. As messed up as the world is, if the 7th Space War is any example, I'd rather not have another war happening in mine, Garrod's or anyone else's lifetime if I can help it." you say, still smiling. "Best way I can think of is denying the New UNE their trump card."

Olba sighs and looks to Jamil, in the hopes that there was someone between the three of you that would act as the voice of reason.

Jamil, for his part simply chuckles and shakes his head.

"I've learned to always expect the absurd when it comes to David. If he is confident enough to go through with such a plan, the best I can do is do what I can to support him."

Then it's settled." you say, smiling. "After we recover these G-Bits, we jack the New UNE's new superweapon."

"You say it as though it is a simple matter..." says Olba, pressing his palm to his forehead, chuckling. "You are a glorious madman, David West."

"Damn straight. Now then... when we go to salvage those G-Bits... how much opposition can we expect?"

"Not too much..." says Olba. "About three submarines, and two battleships, with six mobile suits to each vessel, which would give you about... 30 amphibious Mobile Suits in terms of opposition."

"Heh... 'Not too much', he says... You're a funny man, Olba Frost. Now seriously, how many are we up against?" you say, chuckling rather mechanically.

"I'm being serious. Three submarines, two battleships, and thirty mobile suits."

"... -Well then-."

>Panic
>PANIC
>Assume the fetal position
>Write in

>>27595988
>Write in
Try not to hyperventilate, and drink some coffee to calm your nerves.

>>27595988
"That's not too bad. Now if you'll excuse me for a minute."

Then go away and start swearing as a madman.

>>27595988
Eh we've faced worse. Better start making depth charges to deal with the subs.

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>>27595988
>pic related

>>27595988
think we can mode a mobile suite foe dolphins to operate??

>>27595988
30 MS, 3 sub, 2 battleships. All most likely going to be sunk and damaged by water.

I'm going to go broke just by winning this battle.

>>27596133
Unless we can ape a "totally not a mobile trace system" control scheme, I doubt it.

>>27596211
Not to mention Mermaid Gundam plans.

>>27596187
Well, maybe we can invest in some of those balloons that are used to salvage sunken ships. Doubt that those would help us, though.

>Writing...

"Alright... I'm gonna need coffee. LOTS of coffee. Like... NOW." you grind out, struggling not to hyperventilate.

You instead opt to begin swearing like a drunken sailor, cursing your luck, and the gods of various religions for your rotten luck as of late. It didn't exactly do anything, but it certainly helped you feel better.

But not completely... so you decide to do the one thing you know could possibly help in a situation like this; you tinker. You figured that the submarines would be the most troublesome to deal with, so devising some sort of depth charges, or some kind of explosive, solid round weaponry would hopefully work in your favor, since beam weaponry had half the power underwater.

There were already a few ideas floating around in your head, so you made your way to the hangar; if your intuition was correct, Kid would likely be working on something similar as well.

>Make Hyper Bazookas for use with the GX Hyper Spec, Belphegor, and Divider Gundam. (Roll 3d20+5. DC to successfully manufacture each bazooka is 17.)
>Whip up some depth charges to use on the submarines. (Roll (x)d20+5. DC is 18 for each depth charge you decide to make. You have enough resources to make a total of 12 depth charges.)
>Rebuild the black GX. (Roll 1d20+5 to reconstruct the MS. DC is 20.)

Rolled 1 + 5

>>27596569
>Rebuild the black GX. (Roll 1d20+5 to reconstruct the MS. DC is 20.)

Rolled 19 + 5

>>27596569
>>Rebuild the black GX. (Roll 1d20+5 to reconstruct the MS. DC is 20.)
its our only hope

Rolled 1 + 5

>>27596569
>Rebuild the black GX. (Roll 1d20+5 to reconstruct the MS. DC is 20.)
The Belphegor is a sweet MS, but I imagine Kai would feel more at home in his GX. Besides, we could use the firepower if the weather is right...

Rolled 3, 8, 2, 8, 14, 19, 7, 7, 16, 11, 4, 2 + 5 = 106

>>27596569
Depth Charges.

>>27596622
>>27596627
HAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAH.

It is cursed.

>>27596622
>>27596627
AHAHAHA OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Let's quit while we're ahead and build some depth charges; it's clear we're gonna end up scrapping the GX in our efforts to reconstruct it.

Rolled 11, 10, 9 + 5 = 35

>>27596569
Let's get some bazookas up here.

Rolled 7

>>27596569
Nat 1 (another one) incoming.

Rolled 3 + 5

>>27596569
>Rebuild the black GX
Gotta give Kai back his MS.

Rolled 15, 3, 4, 9, 9, 19, 7, 19, 19, 14, 5, 10 + 5 = 138

>>27596569
>Whip up some depth charges to use on the submarines.

Fuck trying to rebuild a clearly cursed MS.

Rolled 3, 14, 15 + 5 = 37

>>27596569
>Make Hyper Bazookas for use with the GX Hyper Spec, Belphegor, and Divider Gundam.
Just make some bazooka's.

Rolled 8, 17, 5 + 5 = 35

>>27596569
More Bazookas.

Rolled 14, 10, 4 + 5 = 33

>>27596569
>Make Hyper Bazookas for use with the GX Hyper Spec, Belphegor, and Divider Gundam.

Fuck yeah, Bazookas.

Rolled 12, 20, 9 + 5 = 46

>>27596569
>Make Hyper Bazookas for use with the GX Hyper Spec, Belphegor, and Divider Gundam. (Roll 3d20+5. DC to successfully manufacture each bazooka is 17.)

The odds are in our favor with this option; let's focus on this for now.

Rolled 6, 7, 19 + 5 = 37

>>27596569
Bazookas. Before Kid kills us for wasting all those parts on the X.

>Seems that Hyper Bazookas have received the most support. Writing...

>>27596812
...what did we do, double the ammo on one?

>Results: 20 + 5 = 25, 19 + 5 = 24, 17 + 5 = 22
>DC: 17
>SUCCESS! x 3

You buckle down and immediately set to work on some "Hyper Bazookas"; solid round weapons capable of firing off highly explosive bazooka rounds that could easily punch a hole in most conventional types of armor. The rounds themselves were fairly cheap and easy to produce, and each of them could fire off a total of six bazooka rounds per clip, and there were two clips to each bazooka; one already loaded into the weapon itself, and another that could easily be stored on the body or shield of an MS. There were several more clips of ammo set aside; you had been a little overzealous in your efforts, and produced more rounds than any of the mobile suits could carry.

You make sure to explain to Garrod and Kai how to use them, and gave Kid notes on how to produce more rounds and bazookas, if necessary.

Before long, the Freeden nears the salvage point, and radar showed several non-friendly signals in the area, who seemed to be combating each other, perhaps for the chance at the treasure that lay at the bottom of the sea.

So far, none of the submarines or battleships seem to have taken notice of the Freeden, so for now, you and the others have the element of surprise on your side.

>Skills updated!

>Pilots participating: You (GX Hyper-Spec), Kai (Belphegor), Garrod (Divider), Witz (Airmaster), Roybea (Leopard w/ underwater operations gear), Olba (Ashtaron)

>Surprise attack! Roll 1d20+4 to attack. Specify what you are attacking, and how.DC to hit is 16.

>Weather: Overcast; Windy.
>Submarines are all currently submerged.

Rolled 1 + 4

>>27597209
Launch some leg missiles at one of the battleships. Let's start this party with a bang!

Rolled 16 + 4

>>27597209
Beam rifle shots at the nearest battleship's bridge.

>>27597262
Fucking hell, really?

Rolled 15 + 4

>>27597209
Leg missiles at the battleships. Try to damage the bridge.

Rolled 15 + 4

>>27597209
Start off strong and have Kai in the Belphagor fire off the Sonic Smasher Cannon at the nearest Battleship, Garrod should to the same with the other one and his Beam Harmonica, while Witz, Roybea and us go buckwild with our missiles and torpedoes. Olba should get in close and RIP AND TEAR any schmuck who's stupid enough to get near him.

Rolled 3 + 4

>>27597392
Sounds like a hell of a Blitzkrieg strategy. I like it. Gonna go with this.

I hope I can get rid of the shit first roll with this...!

Rolled 8, 15, 20, 11, 14 + 4 = 72

>Writing and rolling for Kai, Garrod, Witz, Roybea, and Olba, in that order.

>Results: You - 1 + (MODIFIER LOST) = 1, Kai - 8 + 4 = 12, Garrod - 15 + 4 = 19, Witz - 20 + 4 = 24, Roybea - 11 + 4 = 15, Olba = 14 + 4 = 18
>DC: 16
>CRITICAL SUCCESS: Witz Sou
>Success: Garrod, Olba
>Failure: Kai, Roybea
>CRITICAL FAILURE: You

You attempt to get in range to fire your leg mounted missiles at the nearest battleship, only to curse as not only did they not fire... again, but Kid had actually neglected to load them up after repairing the damage to your leg mounted launchers from last time!

"OF ALL THE RETARDED LUCK!" you shriek out, thankful you didn't have any communication lines open.

Taking a deep breath, you fall back, avoiding gunfire from your intended target, and formulate a battle plan. You direct Kai and Garrod to the nearest battleships instructing them to take them out with heavy firepower. Garrod opens fire with his Divider Shield's Beam Harmonica cannon, which vaporizes the bridge of one of the ships, as well as melts several of their guns into molten slag. Kai is not so lucky, as his aim was offset by a trio of Daughseat IIIs that decided to hassle the former Newtype soldier. You instruct Witz and Roybea to rain hell down on the mobile suit forces with their missiles and torpedoes, respectively, and while Roybea had trouble adjusting to the Leopards new weapons loadout, which cost him precious accuracy, Witz had no trouble corralling several mobile suits and detonating them with two well placed missiles.

Olba, meanwhile, was to get into Melee range and dispatch as many aquatic MS as he could, and he did his task with gusto, shredding at least three mobile suits apart.

>There is one battleship left, three submarines still submerged, and 21 Mobile Suits left

>Roll 1d20+2 to attack. Specify what to attack, and how. DC is still 16.

Rolled 8 + 2

>>27597678
Eliminate the battleship - aim for the bridge.

Rolled 20 + 2

>>27597678
Fire some beam rifle shots at the last battleship, and have both Olba and Kai focus on getting rid of at least 2 out of the 3 submerged submarines. Have Garrod, Witz, and Roybea focus on taking out the riffraff however they see fit.

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>>27597742
>mfw

>>27597792
http://instantrimshot.com/index.php?sound=csi

Rolled 3, 1, 11, 4, 18 + 2 = 39

>Writing and Rolling...

>>27597922
>Garrod rolled a 1

OH SHIT

>>27597949
Our bad luck, it's spreading!

Results: You - 20 + 2 = 22, Kai - 3 + 2 = 5, Garrod - 1 + (MODIFIER LOST) = 1, Witz - 11 + 2 = 13, Roybea - 4 + 2 = 6, Olba - 18 + 2 = 20
>DC: 16
>CRITICAL SUCCESS: You
>Success: Olba
>Failure: Kai, Witz, Roybea
>CRITICAL FAILURE: Garrod

You waste no time firing on the last of the battleships, and directing Kai and Olba to fire on the submarines nearest to their positions, while Witz, Roybea, and Garrod focused their efforts on eliminating the aquatic mobile suits.

The only ones who had any sort of success in their endeavors was you and Olba, whereas everyone else had either missed, were still being hounded by Daughseats in Kai's case, and as for Garrod...

"Oh shit, Garrod!" you exclaim, watching as a shot form a Daughseat's claw-mounted beam gun obliterates his Divider Gundam's Hyper Bazooka, and mangles its left manipulator. Both Witz and Roybea are too preoccupied to prevent Garrod from being dragged down underwater.

>Garrod is underwater!
>There are two submarines left, and 21 Mobile Suits left

>Roll 1d20+2 to attack. Specify what to attack, and how. DC is 15.

Rolled 11 + 2

>>27598134
Fuckfuckfuck... dive in after Garrod and skewer the bastard trying to kill him through their cockpits. Granted, we'll lose out modifier after this, but c'mon...

Rolled 18 + 2

>>27598134
Get after Garrod. Fire the beam cannon at whatever's in our way to him, while Kai and Olba attempt to take out the submarines. The rest of the crew, keep the suits from us.

Rolled 13 + 2

>>27598134
Shake those Daughseats off of Kai's tail, and tell Olba to bail
out Garrod's stupid ass. Garrod , meanwhile, should try and toast the nearest motherfucker with the Beam Harmonica if he can; he still has a working right hand, right?

Witz and Roybea still have to deal with the other mobile suits, so lets hope they can handle themselves while we handle the situation.

Rolled 3 + 2

>>27598216
We don't have a beam cannon; we have a Hyper Bazooka, though, as well as two beam sabers, a beam rifle, and a (currently useless) Hyper Satellite Cannon.

Nonetheless, I'm gonna go with this idea too.

>>27598269
> beam rifle
That's what I meant, sorry.

Rolled 20, 8, 11, 15, 3 + 2 = 59

>Writing and rolling...

>Results: You - 18 + 2 = 20, Kai - 20 + 2 = 22, Garrod (Underwater) - 8, Witz - 11 + 2 = 13, Roybea - 15 + 2 = 17, Olba - 3
>DC: 15
>CRITICAL SUCCESS: Kai
>Success: You, Roybea
>Failure: Garrod, Witz, Roybea

Cursing, you dive in after Garrod, intent on bailing him out of the sticky situation he'd gotten himself into. You bark orders to Kai and Olba to take out the submarines, while Witz and Roybea divert the Orcs' attention away from Garrod.

While Olba, surprisingly fails, Kai manages to shake off his pursuers and detonates one of the submarines rather spectacularly.

Both Witz and Roybea, while successful in diverting their attention, failed to actually thin out their numbers to any noticeable degree, whereas some close range shots from your beam rifle manage to punch through the cockpit of the Daughseats that Garrod had been trying, and failing to fend off.

>There is one more submarine left. You, Garrod, and Olba are underwater. There are 18 mobile suits left.

>Roll 1d20 to attack. Specify what to attack, and how. DC is 15.

Rolled 1

>>27598503
Test out our new Hyper Bazooka on the enemy mobile suits; this is essentially why we built them, right?

Rolled 15

>>27598503
Beam sabers, close in and attack the suits harassing Garrod.
Olba is underwater - tell him to use that bigass gun of his against the remaining submarine. In case he can't do that, have Kai attempt to shoot it down, while Olba joins us in clearing the suits underwater. Roybea and Witz should group up with Kai and clear as many suits as they can.

>>27598556
We're underwater, that thing is a no-go. So, this 1 doesn't count, right?

Rolled 2

>>27598503
Use our Hyper Ba--

>>27598556
YOU DENSE MOTHERFUCKER

Anyway, yeah, we should unload our bazooka on these fuckers.

>>27598583
The Hyper Bazookas work fine underwater.

Hell, its debut in the show was in an underwater battle against the Ashtaron.

Rolled 8

>>27598503
Get in close and RIP AND TEAR with our sabers.

>>27598583
You're thinking of ranged Beam weapons; they lose over half their power underwater. Something like the Hyper Bazooka would fare much better underwater.

Rolled 19

>>27598503
Fire our Hyper Bazooka at the closest Daughseats we can find. If nothing else, lets hope this roll negates the critfail...

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>>27598708
SO FUCKING CLOSE.

Rolled 5, 14, 3, 1, 12 + 2 = 37

>Rolling and writing...

>>27598762
The dice gods are fickle as hell tonight, aren't they?

>Results: You - 1, Kai - 5 + 2 = 7, Garrod - 14, Witz - 3 + 2 = 5, Roybea - 1 + (MODIFIER LOST) = 1, Olba - 12
>CRITICAL FAILURE: You, Roybea
>Failure: Everyone else

It seemed as though these Orcs had anticipated everyone's attacks; Your Hyper Bazooka was blasted into smithereens, the resulting explosion rattling you around inside of your cockpit. Roybea's back mounted equipment that allowed him to move underwater was fired upon, and subsequently detonated by several well placed beam gun shots, and it was all that everyone could do to avoid being killed.

You groan, disoriented, unable to get your bearings. You remember being fired at... an explosion, and the Hyper -Spec and the Leopard... they were sinking... You were worried more about the others than yourself, to be honest; Roybea's Leopard was NOT built for underwater combat, and you didn't doubt he was in just as serious of a condition as you were.

As you hear the dull "thud" of your MS hitting the sea floor, you can't help but wonder... were you going to die here?

You remember this feeling... You hadn't felt it in ages, not since your home was burned to the ground all those years... this profound sense of helplessness... You hated it, and yet you couldn't doa thing in the condition you were in. Cursing softly, you were left alone with your thoughts as the Hyper-Spec fell dormant.

"Damn it all... it can't end like this... It can't!"

>'The Flash System... use the Flash System...'

"The Flash System... but how? I've never used it before... for that matter... who are you... -where- are you?"

>'I'm a friend... don't worry... I'll guide you step by step...

You weren't sure how, but this presence... it truly meant you no harm... you listen as she guided you through the process, told you how to access the Flash System, and what to do once the connection was made.

You sigh, and prayed that this would work...

>Roll 1d20 to activate the Flash System. DC is 14.

Rolled 6

>>27599040
Ha ha, time for Newtype shenanigans!

Rolled 3

>>27599040
Rolling.

Rolled 2

>>27599040
Seems we've literally hit rock bottom. Nowhere left to go but up, now!

Rolled 5

>>27599040
Fuck these rolls.

Rolled 8

>>27599040
Desperate times call for desperate measures... Last shot!

>>27599090
>>27599085
>>27599075
>>27599068
>>27599048
Wow... nothing is going our way today, is it?

Rolled 11

>>27599143
At least we weren't consumed by the flash system or something.

>Writing...

>Result: 8
>DC: 14
>Failure...

Try as you might... as hard as you worked... you couldn't do it. As you were now, the Flash System was beyond your abilities, as unpolished as they were. You were on the verge of giving up hope, when that voices reached out to you once more.

>'Don't give up! Here... let me help!'

"What are you...?"

You trail off as you feel her presence besides yours, her psychic abilities working in tandem with yours... You could feel her bolstering your abilities... you could feel the G-Bits respond to your call... you could do this!

You could actually do this!

"Hang on, everyone, I'm coming!"

>Result Altered! 8 > 14!
>Success!

With a triumphant roar, the GX Hyper-Spec stood up as the sands around him shifted, eight long-forgotten relics of a war long over standing with him; moving in tandem with your machine as it rocketed towards the surface.

>Roll 9d20+2 to attack with the GX Bits. Specify what you you are targeting and how you will attack. DC is 14.

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Rolled 5, 3, 12, 12, 19, 9, 5, 16, 9 + 2 = 92

>>27599323
Talk about turning a pinch into opportunity! Kamen Rider Beast would be proud.

Rolled 5, 6, 14, 19, 14, 14, 14, 19, 15 + 2 = 122

>>27599323
Nat 1s incoming.

Help Garrod and Roybea first - halt their attackers by using the bits, and drag them to the surface.

Rolled 19, 11, 9, 3, 1, 8, 17, 19, 14 + 2 = 103

>>27599359
Dumbass, you forgot to specify an attack! Nice waste of rolls.

>>27599323
Have the Bits fan out and go for the Orcs' cockpits with the GX-Bits' beam sabers, while you pick off the bastards gunning for Roybea with your beam rifle.

Rolled 15, 1, 1, 8, 5, 7, 10, 16, 9 + 2 = 74

>>27599419
>nat 1

Fuck; there goes one of the G-Bits...

>>27599323
Have the G-Bits run interference while you pick off Garrod and Roybea's attackers with some shots from your Beam Rifle.

Rolled 4, 17, 14, 2 + 2 = 39

>Rolling and Writing...

With Roybea indisposed, That leaves only Kai, Garrod, Witz and Olba able to attack.

>Results: You - 19 + 2, GX Bits - 1 x 3 / 19 x 3 / 17 / 16, Kai - 4 + 2 = 6, Garrod - 17, Witz - 14 + 2 = 16, Olba - 2
>DC: 14
>Success: You, GX Bits x 5, Garrod, Witz
>Failure: Kai, Olba
>CRITICAL FAILURE: GX Bits x 3

You do what you can to pick off Roybea's attackers; a few well placed shots from your beam rifle at a range closer than what you would have normally preferred rendered three Daughseat IIIs a non-issue, while Garrod handily dispatches both of the Daughseats that had been harassing him with the Beam Harmonica. Witz picks off a trio of Daughseats that attempted to lunge at him, only to be met with a salvo of beam shotgun fire.

Three of the eight G-Bits met with an unfortunate fate at the claws of a Daughseats beam guns, whereas the rest of them managed to immolate a single mobile suit each.

>There is one submarine left, and eight enemy mobile suits left.

>Roll 6d20+2 to attack along with the GX Bits. Specify a target and how you will attack. DC is 14.
>The first number will always be David's roll. The following numbers are the GX Bits' rolls.

Rolled 17, 2, 5, 7, 8, 12 + 2 = 53

>>27599679
Have Kai and Olba focus their attention on the last submarine while we, the rest of the GX Bits, Garrod, and Witz take care of the remaining mobile suits. A few well aimed cockpit shots should take care of them... hopefully.

Rolled 20, 14, 17, 10, 13, 11 + 2 = 87

>>27599707
Seconding. I guess we could use that bazooka against the submarine - we're still underwater, after all.

>>27599721
The bazooka got trashed when we rolled that Nat 1 prior to activating the G-Bits.

Rolled 9, 11, 19, 1, 1, 9 + 2 = 52

>>27599679
Gonna have to go with >>27599707 since it seems to be the safest bet. Not to mention Dave just got a NATURAL FUCKING 20.

>>27599791
Christ... we gotta stop losing these GX Bits, I mean, hell, those are potential spare parts getting blown up out there, and now we're possibly down to three!

>>27599791
And two 1. Damn it, we'll run out of bits if this goes on.

Can Kid make new ones later on?

>>27599856
Unless he has any expertise on repairing and maintaining Bit Mobile Suits, I don't think so...

Rolled 19, 3, 15, 12 + 2 = 51

>Writing and Rolling...

>>27599883
He repaired Carris' suit, so I guess he has some experience with the bit technology. And if we manage to save at least a couple, we could have him examine and attempt to replicate these things.

>Results: You - 20 + 2 = 22, GX Bits - 1 x 2/19 + 2 = 21/17 + 2 = 19/14 + 2 = 16, Kai - 19 + 2 = 21, Garrod - 3, Witz - 15 + 2 = 17, Olba - 12
>DC: 14
>GREAT SUCCESS: You
>Success: GX Bit x 3, Kai, Witz
>Failure: Garrod, Olba

You fire of a burst of shots at more Daughtresses, smirking as they hit their mark, immolating the cockpits of four aquatic mobile suits.While Olba was unable to focus on the submarine due to being hounded by some Daughseat IIIs, all three of his pursuers were dispatched handily by one GX Bit each. Kai, taking advantage of the fact that he was finally able to attack unimpeded, fired the Belphegor's Sonic Smasher Cannon, obliterating the last submarine. WItz, left with the last of the Daughseats, opened fire upon it with the beam shotgun as it realized just how S.O.L. he was.

With the last of the Orcs dealt with, that left the Freeden the opportunity to rescue ROybea with no opposition, and salvage whatever else might be down there. With that presence guiding you, a large container emblazoned with the name "Operation L" was lifted onto the loading dock of the Freeden, where the three remaining GX Bits, what you could salvage from the five wrecked ones, the five Daughseats, and the crew were located.

Unfortunately, out of all the war veterans and the one New UNE Operative, no one had a clue as to what it was, save for Olba. As it turned out, it was a system designed to boots the psychic abilities of a Newtype and allow a Newtype to render all machinery within a specified radius inoperable. However, what you had all learned wasn't so surprising as Jamil's reaction to the name of the Newtype that had been placed in stasis as a part of Operation L. A woman by the name of Lucille Liliant.

Within moments, the crate had been forced open, and its contents were laid bare (heh) for all to see.

"Lucille..." said Jamil, taking a tentative step forward. "Lucillle... is that really you? Can you hear me?"

(cont'd.)

>'Jamil... It's been so long... is that really you? I... I can't see... not with the way I am now... I'm so tired... helping your friend operate the Flash System... took a lot out of me... I don't know how much longer I can stay conscious...'

"Lucille? Lucille, no!" cried Jamil, running towards the pod containing who you could only assume was his childhood crush, banging on the glass canopy. "Don't you dare give up... please... We just saved you... Don't go!"

>'I... I can't... I don't want to leave... not yet... I haven't even got to see what you look like now that you're fifteen years older...'

"You can still see him, damn it!" you shout, rushing towards the canopy. "All you have to do is open your eyes, damn it! You can do that, can't you!?"

"Lucille! Open your eyes... please! LUCILLE!"

Jamille's relentless pounding away at the pod seemed to finally trigger something, as it let out a violent hiss as the hatch slowly opened...

Each second that passed felt like an eternity for the Vulture Captain. FInally, he reached out and pressed a hand against her cheek. It was warm to the touch.

"Lucille...?"

At the mention of her name, the woman's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes, as if she'd been simply napping, unaware of just how close she had come to passing. In another time, she very well could have...

"Jamil...?" she slurred out, fatigue evident in her voice. "Is that you? Do you... do you think you could get me a blanket? I'm cold..."

"Yeah... of course."

>With that, I think I shall end things here for tonight. It's 3:15 AM over here, and I should be sleeping. All in all, if this thread doesn't survive by... 6 PM PST, then this point seems like a good one to end the episode on.

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>>27600389
>>27600408
Holy fuck, we just saved Lucille Liliant. First, we turn the Frost Brothers into good guys, then we effectively prevent the plot of Under the Moonlight from ever occurring, then we save the life of Jamil's first love.

Is there nothing Dave West can't do?

>>27600461
Yes. Find love.

>>27600408
Good night, OP. It was one hell of a thread, that's for sure. G;ad it's been archived.

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>>27600494
Whoops, meant to type "glad" there.

>>27600480
Pfft... nice.

Would it be possible to gain the ability later on to negate one or two 1s per thread? 1s aren't very rare because of the amount of d20s we've been rolling

bump

>>27603931
I don't mind them so much. Sure, they fuck us up, but we're a junk dealer by trade, not a professional pilot / mechanic / programmer. Shit's gonna happen.

>>27600461
Sara Tyrell now faces an old challenger.

Holy fuck, we're gonna have drama.

>>27607477
Damn right we are. Then again, Roybea is now free to go after Sala without worrying about her and Jamil being an issue, so I guess it's not going to be as bad as it could've been.

>>27607477
>>27607689
That will be fun.

>>27603931
Nah, We're currently in a positive feedback loop anyway. That is, we did better than cannon, so we had more equipment. Then we had more equipment, so we did better than cannon, which gave us still more equipment. Then so on and so forth. Mind you, the New UNE unlike our earlier opponents is a large enough organization that our increased strength is likely to cause them to divert more resources to stopping us.

>>27610200
They have enough resources to stop us, really. And if we do steal the Double X from them, we're probably going to end up as their top priority. We're going to need a lot of allies, guns, and resources soon.

>>27610348
So, we're going to hire Vultures, who's best interest is status quo?

>>27612829
We'll see. I guess that'd be a possibility, but considering how we'll be caught in the crossfire between the New Federation and the Space Rebels, there'll be few people willing to work for us. And maintaining status quo is going to be hard when both sides want to take over the world.

Either way, once we go after the Double X, there's no turning back.