>>36164206
You set your grocery bag down in the kitchen and check your phone: no new messages. You used to check like this all the time in the hospital, before you knew what had happened to Bernie, hoping that he'd get in contact with you. Wishful thinking as it turned out. With a shrug, you transfer the perishables and beer over to your fridge and leave the rest for later.

There are a few things you could do with your afternoon: you've been in and out of employment since the war ended, and right now you're in the hunt for a new job around the colony just the same as all the other unemployed veterans. So you could always spend the afternoon going after some of the job ads in the paper, hoping one of those pans out. Or, you could just crack open a beer and watch the fireworks down at the protests on the news.

Then again, you could always find a junior mobile suit somewhere and try to work on your crippling fear of being in a cockpit.

>Gainful employment, make dosh
>Get wasted, watch protests, laugh at stupid people
>Confront your fears and deep-seated self loathing, get back in the cockpit where you belong
>Fuck it, go find Al. 15's old enough to drink, right?

>>36164252
>>Confront your fears and deep-seated self loathing, get back in the cockpit where you belong

>>36164252
>>Confront your fears and deep-seated self loathing, get back in the cockpit where you belong

>>36164252
>Confront your fears and deep-seated self loathing, get back in the cockpit where you belong

When we have the time from stamping out these little brush fires and gassing incidents, get to strip mining a resource asteroid pronto. We have the Dendrobium Stamen blueprints remember and can easily get our pilots into a high-end mobile suit.

>>36164252
Invite Al over to watch the fireworks while we microwave some popcorn.

>>36164252
>Gainful employment, make dosh

>>36164252
>>Fuck it, go find Al. 15's old enough to drink, right?

>>36164252
>>Confront your fears and deep-seated self loathing, get back in the cockpit where you belong

>>36164252
>Gainful employment, make dosh

If we can, we should try teaching MS basics to others. Work on both our fears and getting some dosh.

So, on the subject of colony gassing, is our resident SPACE PRINCE still sulking in a GM or has he joined up with the AEUG and watching the shit hit the fan behind closed doors?

>>36164699
AEUG still isn't a thing. Soon, though.

>>36164699
its been implied he has meet Blex and the Aeug is probanly in the planning stages

>>36164661
>make dosh

Open a restaurant in memory of Bernie. We shall name it Bernie's Burgers.

>>36164730
The sentiment is there though. The Titans being the comically inept, evil military force they are.

>>36164792
That was several threads ago, hence the wondering if he finally joined up with them.

>>36164252
>Gainful employment, make dosh
We can't keep feeling so awful, time to do something productive.

>>36164252
Though the beer is tempting, and you really miss having a job, a part of you has always known that you had one thing you were best at. You're a technically brilliant mobile suit pilot, having evaluated some of the most mechanically complex machines of the war, and it's about time you got back in the saddle.

So you turn out the light, head downstairs, and make your way over towards a salvage yard you know near the port. Today's the day, Chris. You've got this.

You hope.

The linear tram is eerily empty for this time of day, probably due to the mass protests that are still ongoing all around the colony. Pictures of the young boy who was killed and graffiti of anti-Titans slogans are scattered around the inside of the normally-immaculate car, having gone up with such rapidity and in such numbers that the few maintenance crews still doing their jobs have been told to leave the images up until this all blows over, when taking them down won't simply result in them being immediately replaced.

Eventually you reach the scrapyard in question: the old man here knows your name from the attack on Libot you fended off years ago, and is fine with helping you with a little impromptu therapy. Though he does seem a little on edge.

“So you hear that announcement the government made?” he asks.

You shake your head. “Nope. Stopped watching the news a few days ago, only one thing's ever on it anymore.”

“Yeah, I hear ya,” the old man laughs. “Still, they're saying Titans is sending a special team to deal with these protests we're having. Say there's a chance they'll take drastic measures.”

>Who knows, they might.
>They probably won't. Not against civilians.
>All the more reason for me to be ready to fight.
>Maybe we should get to a shelter?

>>36164874
>>Maybe we should get to a shelter?

>>36164874
>>They probably won't. Not against civilians.

>>36164874
>>They probably won't. Not against civilians.

>>36164874
>>Who knows, they might.
the titans do have a reputation after all

>>36164874
"The government release the name of the 'special unit' or is it the same old same old?"

"If things don't settle down those Titans might get involved what with one of their own being kidnapped for research. Freaking nutters, all of them, the politicians in Riah."

>who knows, they might

>>36164874
>All the more reason for me to be ready to fight.

>>36164874
>Who knows, they might.

Titans is known for being... over-zealous, at the best of times...

>>36164874
>>Maybe we should get to a shelter?

>>36164961
But they're not zeon they would not gas civilians. Right?

>>36164972
>might get enthusiastic

Fucking god damnit. Don't start this shit on me autocorrect.

>>36164874
>Maybe we should get to a shelter?
How is the Riah government responding? Letting the Titans solely handle it, handling it on their own, or co-operating with them?
Have they started deploying their own Draken-E units within the colony to suppress the riots? Junior MS jacking time.
Issuing curfews and advisories to stay indoors or to take shelter to drive the point home further perhaps?

>>36164874
>They probably won't. Not against civilians.
Just in case, be prepared for the worst.
>Maybe we should get to a shelter?

You know, I had a thought earlier in the week. If Papsmere teamed up with Team Mars, then he could have easily came to the Earth Sphere early. He's weakening and influencing the Titans, Federation, the Republic, Riah, and every other faction so Panini can curbstomp them when he shows up in his Doom Fort. Then he offs Mussolini and rolls up the rest of the weakened Earth Sphere.

>>36164874
"They might," you admit. "The whole organization has a reputation as the Federation's attack dogs. Any report on what team is coming?"

"None," the old man admits. "What, you expected the government to actually volunteer information?"

"Fair point," you shrug. "Still, maybe when we're done here you and your family should get to a civilian shelter."

The old man looks at you with a degree of resignation. "So much as I hate leaving my business unguarded when there's riots going on, you may be right."

"So, how are you gonna do this?"

You frown, staring at the old Draken-B workloader. It's not a combat machine by any stretch of the imagination, but its cockpit wasn't too dissimilar to the early Zaku's.

"I go in, and stay there 'til I have to come out," you explain. "The VA has had some success rehabilitating pilots by sticking them back in the cockpit for short periods."

"If you're sure," the old man grumbles. "She's all yours."

Even as you settle into the open cockpit, you start feeling anxious. Your heart races and you feel a little dizzy, and your whole body tenses as if it's ready to dash off without your permission. Somehow you manage to settle into the seat and familiarize yourself with the controls, before strapping in.

There's something so nerve-wracking about the safety device, as if it's intent is to trap you here and strangle you to death rather than protect you.

Oh fuck, why are you even here? This is stupid...
>Sit it out, wait for yourself to relax a little (Moderate).
>Close the hatch. You're not gonna let some crippling anxiety get the best of you (Hard).
>Bail. Why push yourself?
>Other

>>36165442
>>Sit it out, wait for yourself to relax a little (Moderate).

>>36165442
>Sit it out, wait for yourself to relax a little (Moderate).
Lets start off easy, if this is what you call easy that is.

>>36165442
>>Close the hatch. You're not gonna let some crippling anxiety get the best of you (Hard).

Go big!

>>36165442
Engage in the tried and trusted method of drinking until the problem goes away.

>>36165442
>Other
Distract our self by going through a start-up check. Focus on individual details so that we don't get overwhelmed by the whole experience.

>>36165442
>Sit it out, wait for yourself to relax a little (Moderate)

one step at a time...

>>36165442
>Sit it out, wait for yourself to relax a little (Moderate).

>>36165442
>>Sit it out, wait for yourself to relax a little (Moderate).

>>36165442
>>Sit it out, wait for yourself to relax a little (Moderate).

>>36165442
>>Sit it out, wait for yourself to relax a little (Moderate)
>>36165519
This'll work too.

>>36165442
Alright, I'm getting a "Sit it out" vibe here.

Gimme 1d100, best of two. And yes, this is including a small bonus for >>36165519's suggestion.

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>36165713

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>36165713

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>36165713

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>36165713

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>36165713

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>36165713
Channel some inner Judau.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>36165713
inb4 1

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>36165713

What could possibly go wrong?

>>36165728
God damn it, so close.

>>36165728
Damn, 1 second too late.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>36165744
>what could possible go wrong

Chris smacks around Slave Wraith's cannon fodder while laughing hard enough for Dominic to pick up on it.

>>36165799
"Guys, I think someone is trying to compete with me for the Devils Jester title."

>>36165827
and then they fuck

>>36165850
Naturally, laughing all the way.

>>36165713
"Alright, Chris," you mutter to yourself. "You can do this. This is nothing. It ain't shit. It ain't shit."

It's a cockpit. Nothing sinister about it. There's no reason for your heart to still be hammering away inside you like this. No reason to be twitching. No reason why you feel the urge to claw your way out of the harness until your nailbeds bleed, and to run screaming until you're as far away from this damn machine as you can get.

It's all around you. Reminders of your service, of your experience. Of the fear for your life, of the thrill of victory. Memories of your own blood splashed around inside your helmet, of the stabbing pain of broken bones on the day you killed Bernie.

"You okay in there?" the old man asks as you unclip your harness and practically dive headfirst out of the cockpit.

It takes a moment for you to strip off your helmet and catch your breath. "... no," you finally manage, your voice weak from having spent the last several minutes hyperventilating.

"... you really must have seen some shit," the old man mutters, his concern evident, "for an inanimate object to scare you so much. I can't even imagine what it was like."

>Get back in there, you're sure you can handle it this time (Moderate).
>Thank the old man for his time, go find Al.
>Other?

>>36165882

Consensually. While fighting Space Nazis and Fascist Space Italy in a Ball.

>>36165956
>Get back in there, you're sure you can handle it this time (Moderate).

As much as I want to see Al we should give this one more shot.

>>36165956
>>Get back in there, you're sure you can handle it this time (Moderate).
we are not giving up so easily

>>36165956
>>Get back in there, you're sure you can handle it this time (Moderate).

>>36165956
>Get back in there, you're sure you can handle it this time (Moderate).

>>36165956
>Get back in there, you're sure you can handle it this time (Moderate).

>>36165956
"You have no idea."

Ask for a bracing shot of booze. Keep the helmet off, safety harness unbuckled and cockpit hatch open to dampen the sense of trepidation, vertigo, and pants-shitting terror at bay temporarily. Have the old codger play some music or something for us to focus on.

>>36165956
Again, roll me d100. Best of two.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>36166249

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>36166249

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>36166249

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>36166249

Rolled 10 (1d100)

Well that sucks.

>>36165956

>Thank the old man for his time, go find Al.

We wouldn't want him to do anything stupid in response to the Titans thing.

>>36166263
>>36166267
Lol, doubles.
>>36166291
Oh rolled high, shame about that.

>>36166263
>>36166267
Can we get something special for this? Not something good, but can we at least acknowledge the unlikeliness of it? Like, instead of Chris just freaking out she instead has some completely out of left field reaction that forces her to stop. Dominic-level hysterical laughter, or something like that.

>>36166249
>>36166263
>>36166267

I, uh... I don't suppose doubles count for anything?

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>>36166263
>>36166267

Don't save Bateman images, I said. Doubles are dead from every board they're relevant to, they said.

It is very clear that Christina is fated to never pilot again....

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>36166340
She awakens as a Newtype from the trauma of piloting a MS.

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>>36166249
This time goes even worse than the first. In fact it goes so poorly, you end leaving your half-digested breakfast all over the inside of the cockpit as a particularly vivid memory assails you.

It was from when they pulled the pilot of that Kampfer out of his cockpit, the seat riddled with shrapnel holes and soaked with practically its own weight in blood, whiskey, and what you suspect was piss.

"Sorry," you apologize weakly as the old man helps you out of the cockpit. "That was a bad one."

"S'okay lass," the old man insists. "But what made you go so far as to ruin the upholstery?"

You tell him.

He looks at you sadly. "Ah, Christ. It wasn't your fault, lass. He'd a done the same to you if you'd have let him. Don't dwell on it too much."

"You should get to that shelter now," you reply, wiping a bit of vomit off your face with your sleeve. "No idea what's gonna happen when Titans gets here."

>Ask him if he's got anything you could try to fight with, if it comes to that.
>Try and get to a shelter yourself.
>Try and find Al.
>Head for the port. There may be some military hardware there you could pinch.

The first one can be combined with the latter three, but the latter three will all take some time.

>>36166532
>Ask him if he's got anything you could try to fight with, if it comes to that.
>Try and find Al.

>>36166532
>>Ask him if he's got anything you could try to fight with, if it comes to that.
>Head for the port. There may be some military hardware there you could pinch.

>>36166532
Check the news first. Get an update on what the hell is going down. Then track down Al and make sure he gets to a shelter in one piece.

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>>36166485
Until Dom comes along and teaches her to fly again.

Or Sayla does it.

>>36166532
>Ask him if he's got anything you could try to fight with, if it comes to that.
>Try and find Al.

>>36166604
Just like sisters. Right?

>>36166532
>Try and find Al.

>>36166532
>Try and find Al.

Get him to assist in the acquisitioning of military hardware...

>>36166532
> Try and find Al.
> Try and get to a shelter yourself.

>>36166532

>Ask him if he's got anything you could try to fight with, if it comes to that.
>Try and find Al.

>>36166814
Is there any point if voting for finding something to fight with at all? There aren't many handheld weaponry that can hurt mobile suits. And even if there is there's a good chance she won't get to use it because of the gas.

Honestly the only thing I could see breaking her fear is if Al is going to die if she doesn't get back in the cockpit.

>>36166891
PRESS F TO OVERCOME PTSD

>>36166532
"You have something I could use if I have to fight again?" you ask the old man.

He looks at you a bit nervously. "Well, yes. But you can't tell anyone I have it."

"Not a word," you promise.

He leads you to a disused hangar, and opens the padlock on the doors. Inside you see...

>d100, first result only

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>36166983

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>36166983

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>36166983
Here we go.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>36166983
KOBE BYLARANT GO!

>>36167009
WELL THEN.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>36166983
A Ball.

>>36167009
fuck

>>36167009
A crowbar, its his prized possession.

>>36167009
What did Chris do to make the dice gods hate her?

>>36167009
These fucking rolls.

>>36167009
FFFFFFFFFF

>>36167021
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

>>36167030
Ball in a cup. The best weapon amiright?

>>36167009
Christina has no luck!

>>36167009
Chris will soon be joining Bernie in hamburger heaven.

>>36167063
That's because the Dice Gods can favor only one redhead per quest.

And in our case, that redhead is Haman.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>36167030
He's hiding a gas canister isn't he with that roll.

>>36167030
Geez, I'd settle for a homo avis glider or a parachute at this point (worked well enough for Uso at least), but it seems Chris isn't even that lucky enough.

>>36167106
Probably a Zaku II Kai or the Alex. Full PTSD mode.

>>36166983
>>36167030
It's a Ball.

It's a goddamn Ball.

"That's it?" you ask.

The old man nods. "It's well armed for what it is," he explains. "A beam beam saber strapped to the left arm, good for two minutes of use, two heavy machine guns on the sides, and a rocket launcher on the top mount. Improved the thruster output too."

"It's a Ball," you repeat.

"It is," he repeats. "I call it the Dakkaball."

"Okay."

"Look," he sighs. "I know they called it a mobile coffin back in the war, but it's what I've got."

You nod. "Sure. If I've got to die later today, anything'll do."

After the old man hands over the keys to the shed, you send a text to Al. Of course, he's not responding. Shit.

>Check his school, it's a weekday
>Check his apartment, his mother may have kept him home
>Check the protests, look for a good place he could be watching from
>Other

>>36167160
It's a Zaku II converted into a burger stand.

>>36167160
>Zaku II or Alex

Hobby Hizack is what my money is banking on.

>>36167181
Ball of doom

>>36167181
>Check his school, it's a weekday

>>36167181
If there is anything GBFQ taught me is don't fuck with Dakkaballs.

>Check his apartment, his mother may have kept him home

>>36167181
>>Check his school, it's a weekday

>>36167181
>>Check the protests, look for a good place he could be watching from

>>36167181
>Ball

NAILED IT. Does it have a winch at least?

Does Al have any friends? Call them and see if he's with them.

>>36167181
>Check the protests, look for a good place he could be watching from
Everyone's at the protests.

>>36167181
>Check his school, it's a weekday
>Other
Find that classmate of his. That twin-tailed girl who's always nagging at him.

>>36167181
>Dakkaball
Now all we need now is 3 more and a Jesta and it can be GBFQ again

>Check his apartment, his mother may have kept him home

>>36167181
>>Check the protests, look for a good place he could be watching from


>Dakaball
Time for our best Shiro Amada impression?

>>36167181

>Check his school, it's a weekday

Wow, you can't even pilot that thing inside the atmosphere.

>>36167373
Hah so we'll pull one of these?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w67dhHLUK3M#t=142

>>36167181
Come to think of it... this IS a Thursday. There's a good chance Al's still in school right now. He's been much more manageable since the war ended, and barely gets into any trouble. Which is really bizarre for a fifteen year-old boy when you think about it. Something must've happened during the attack on Libot, you reckon. Something he's never told you about.

No matter. It's probably none of your business.

You head in the direction of the school Al goes to now, and it's thankfully a trip that only takes you past one protest so it takes a reasonable amount of time. The receptionist at the desk smiles pleasantly at you.

"May I help you, ma'am?"

You look down and realize you put on your old unit's jacket from back in 0080... strange, but actually pretty fortunate. She probably thinks you're still active-duty or else she might not be so polite. The same people who seem the nicest to current service members tend to be the ones who turn a blind eye to homeless veterans on the street, at least in your experience.

You force a smile in return and walk up to the desk. "I'm looking for a student, Alfred Izuruha. Could you give me a hand finding him?"

She nods back. "Certainly, ma'am. What is your relationship to the student?"

>His mother sent me, I used to be his caretaker
>Friend of the family
>His big sister
>Other

Bonus points for coming up with clever wording or a cover story.

>>36167694
>His big sister
Didn't think there was an update, since there was only one new post.

>>36167181
>a fucking Ball of all things
Oh god.
>Check his apartment, his mother may have kept him home

>>36167694
>>His mother sent me, I used to be his caretaker

>>36167827
bollocks.
>>36167694
>His big sister

>>36167694
>>Other
"Al is a child I found solace in during the war. I'm curious how he's been since war's end."

>>36167694
>His mother sent me, I used to be his caretaker
And we pretty much live next door to one another, so I'm always on hand when Mrs. Izuruha needs me.

>>36167694
>>His mother sent me, I used to be his caretaker

>>36167862
This one's good. Combine it with
>His mother sent me, I used to be his caretaker

>>36167694
>you put on your old unit's jacket from back in 0080

>Other
I am here to talk to him about the event in 80

>>36167862
...That could be taken kinda badly.

>>36167878
This

>>36167694
>>His big sister

>>36167862
No.
>>36167878
This is good.

>>36167862
No, last thing we need is a sex-offender designation.

>>36167694
"I used to help take care of him, back when he acted out a bit more you know? With all the protests and tension in the air I wanted to check on him, he lost some friends back in 80 and wanted to check how he's holding out, especially when I think it could have just as easily been his face plastered on the news if things had gone a little differently."

>>36167694
"I was his caretaker when he was young," you explain, "so Mrs. Izuruha still trusts me with things when it comes to him. I'm here to pick him up and take him home with all this fuss about Titans being on its way."

The receptionist nods, apparently going along with this. "Sure, he's in room 3-6. Third floor, on your left. I'll also ask that you stop by on your way back and check him out."

"You must be getting this sort of thing alot nowadays," you comment.

She nods as the phone on her desk starts to ring. "Yeah, lots of concerned parents in the last few... hang on..."

While she answers the phone, you excuse yourself and head upstairs. Inside 3-6, you find that you've interrupted a math exam: algebra, as it happens. The teacher stares at you for a moment before motioning you over.

"You're interrupting," he tells you in a low voice.

"Here to pick up a student," you tell him. "All Izuruha."

The teacher nods. "He's finished, you can have him."

Al looks at you in confusion: it's been how long since you've seen him? Six months? A year? He's really grown lately, and his hair used to be longer. Unkempt.

He actually looks presentable now.

With a silent motion, trying hard not to cause further distraction for Al's classmates, you wave the boy out the door.

"Chris?" he asks. "I'm happy to see you, but why are you here?"

That's not a bad question.
>I'm taking you home.
>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.
>I'm taking you with me until Titans leaves.
>Other

>>36168487
>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.

>>36168487
>>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.

>>36168487
>>I'm taking you with me until Titans leaves.
"Come with me. We got a lot of talk about."

*insert GetInTheGundam.jpeg*

>>36168487
>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.

"I got a bad feeling about the Titans coming here, so better safe than sorry."

>>36168487
>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.

>>36168487
>>I'm taking you with me until Titans leaves.

>>36168487
>>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.

>>36168487
>>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.

>>36168487
>>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.

>>36168487
>I'm taking you to a shelter, call your folks and tell them to meet you there.
"Got any friends who are gonna tag along with you?"

>>36168487
Collect his parents before we head for the shelter. We meet halfway.

>>36168582
this

>>36168487
"I'm taking you to a shelter, Al," you explain. "I've got a bad feeling with these reports of Titans sending a special team here. You have any friends you wanna take with you?"

Al shakes his head. "No, they're mostly at home. You think I should call them?"

You nod. "It would be safer if they were in a shelter."

Al takes out his own phone and makes a few quick calls. You quickly call Michiko, Al's mother, and let her know that you suspect danger. Although she's not happy that you took her son out of school, she acknowledges that it was probably the right call given the situation.

After uniting Al with his family at the nearest civilian shelter, you nod resolutely at them.

"Alright, then. You should be safe here: it's hardened against blasts and has air filters that can handle most chemical and biological weapons."

Al gives you a quick hug: his head comes up to your chest now.

"Are you going back out there?" he asks. "Do you plan to pilot a mobile suit again?"

>I have a Ball lined up just in case.
>I don't want to, but I might.
>I don't plan to. I'm gonna do (write in).
>Other?

>>36169176
>>I don't want to, but I might.
"It'll take a while to get used to it, but I intend to protect all of you. I don't want a repeat of the war. Thing will end differently this time."

>>36169176
>>I have a Ball lined up just in case.
I've got the Balls to use it too!

>>36169176
I don't want to, but If the chips are down, I just hope that I'll be able to help in some way...

>>36169176
>I don't want to, but I might.

>>36169176
>I don't want to, but I might.

>>36169176
>>I don't want to, but I might.

>>36169176
Try and get in touch with the local Colony Defense Force. An experienced mobile suit pilot would be an asset they could use.

Alternatively, head for the Ball hangar, use our old Federation codes to try and see if we can listen in on the Titans' radio chatter.

>>36169176
>>I have a Ball lined up just in case.
>>I don't want to, but I might.

>>36169176
>>I don't want to, but I might.

>>36169300
This. If we can't pilot, we can at least provide some tactical advice.

>>36169176
>I have a Ball lined up just in case.
>I don't want to, but I might.

Fifty-fifty on Chris being turned into Hamburger 2.0 by the end of this. These rolls man.

>>36169539
I wonder if there is a hamburger heaven.

>>36169539
Will I do like my hamburger Crispy.

>>36169539
its the freakin best of two/one rule that has screwed us every time so far

>>36169669
Bernie's Burgers & Chrispy Fries.

>>36169678
Eh shit happens, she isn't a newtype after all

>>36169718
just wait till she meets Dom

>>36169597
The entrance requirements are hard. You've gotta be Char ground.

>>36169176
"If I have to," you tell him. "I hope it doesn't come to that though."

"Don't worry," you add, seeing that he's obviously worried about you. "I'm sure I'll be fine."

Al stays quiet for a moment before he replies. "Please don't die too, Chris."

It takes you a good amount of time to get back to the Ball, and when you do you pop the cockpit open and turn on the radio.

It seems the Titans task force is already visible on the colony's long range cameras. Braving the confines of the small space, you slide into the seat and switch on the main monitor. After a while, you tap into the main comm frequency for the local defense forces.

"They've deployed mobile suits," you hear a man's voice announce. "Unknown configuration."

"Can you confirm the bandits?"

>Dice +1d100

Rolled 78 (1d100)

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Rolled 64 (1d100)

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Rolled 30 (1d100)

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Rolled 70 (1d100)

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Rolled 5 (1d100)

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Rolled 65 (1d100)

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Rolled 14 (1d100)

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>>36169774
>please don't die too

Poor Al.

>>36169874
I think he's was middle class though.

>>36169774
>>36169798
You take a peek at the cameras: a large ship, probably one of the new Alexandria class, an old Pegasus, and two Salamis kais. That's a lot of force for a single police action, in your mind.

Your heart sinks as you realize what mobile suits these are. A few angular machines that look transformable take the lead, all in blue and black, followed by what looks to be a group of GM-type machines with a distinctive marking on their shoulders. It's a fanged skull, or something similarly trite. But that's not what catches your eye: instead, you notice what the skull-emblazoned machines are carrying.

"That's old Zeon gassing equipment!" you shout. "They plan to gas the colony!"

"Who is this?" the first voice demands. "How are you on this frequency?"

"Chris MacKenzie," you reply. "Retired EFSF. We need to stop that Titans force!"

"It's a serious crime to be on a military frequency," the man continues. "What is your present location?"

>Fuck's sake, if you're not going to stop them I will.
>I'm sortieing, you can come if you want.
>Stand down
>Other

Oh Jesus Christ.

We're going to bone Mackenzie. She's a floppy eared mick too. Same as Dominic.

Red hair and everything.

>>36170016
>I'm sortieing, you can come if you want.

>>36170016

>Transforming angular machines

Wait, there's Gaplants out there already? How did they even find the people to staff those, you had to be a Newtype or borderline Getter Robo pilot tier to fly one around without getting completely wasted in your seat.

>>36170016
>>I'm sortieing, you can come if you want.

>>36170016
>Fuck's sake, if you're not going to stop them I will.
"What part of THEY'RE GOING TO FUCKING GAS THE COLONY DON'T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!"

>>36170016
>Fuck's sake, if you're not going to stop them I will.

>>36170016
>>Fuck's sake, if you're not going to stop them I will.

>>36170016
"Did you not hear what I said? They're going to gas the colony you short-sighted fuckwit! Order the civilians into shelters now!"

>>36170016
>>Fuck's sake, if you're not going to stop them I will.

>>36170030
King, please just make Chris a cousin or something and give Dom a bit of distaste for incest, okay thanks for giving it two seconds of consideration.

>>36170016
>I'm sortieing, you can come if you want.

>>36170016
>Fuck's sake, if you're not going to stop them I will.
We can sort that shit out later, first deal with the fucking Titans.

>>36170016
>>I'm sortieing, you can come if you want.
>>Other
Get into a public announcement system or call in to a radio station or something.

Get the word out. Get people off the street as we take off.

>>36170115
>>36170095
this

>>36170068
How indeed...

>>36170068
My money is on the cyber newtype labs supplying pilots or brain-in-a-jar Amuro.

>>36170068
There was a voluntary cyber newtype procedure for adults. My money is on the immortal fourth having the procedure.

>>36170221
>implying it's not Yazan
>cyber-Newtype Yazan

>>36170210
>amuro being used to create a new exam system

>>36170240
>Yazan can kill Spacenoids with his mind

>>36170334
He still prefers to use his penis, though

>>36170270
The Blue Destiny was destroyed and all of the data on it was scrubbed. EXAM is a right out for now.

>>36170366
Turns out Yazan's Newtype ability is to attract women in the same manner as Poopsmith and Domscartes. It would be fitting for the sexual omnivore.

>>36170240
>cyber-Newtype Yazan
Yazan has too much fun as an Oldtype to do that. It's like doping. You only do it if everyone's doing it and you're left behind in the dust.

Jerid on the other hand...

>>36170595
Yazan would do it just to have the pleasure of feeling people die.

>>36170595
Jerid's a natural Newtype, just a weak one. He doesn't awaken his abilities until near the end of the series, right before he gets killed.

>>36170595
Jerid probably wont go that far until he gets beaten by kamille a few times

>>36170016
"Did you even HEAR what I said?" you ask loudly. "If nobody stops those Titans suits we're all gonna fucking DIE! Do you KNOW what G2 does to people? Do you want that to happen here?"

"Now," you continue, "I'm going out there in this stupid-ass Ball: alone if I have to. If you see me fighting out there? If you see me DYING? My advice is to evacuate while you have a chance, because you'll only have as much time as I can give you."

"I like you already," a new male voice replies. "This is the Titans carrier Valkyrie, on route with the battleship Nagato. We'll be on station in twenty minutes to assist with stopping the gassing teams. Can you hold that long?"

"More Titans?" the defense forces commander asks. "That's the last thing we need."

"You need us more than you realize," the Titans officer counters. "We've hailed the attacking force to have them confirm their payload, and got no reply. We're operating on the assumption that it's G2 compound."

>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.
>I'll tie up their escorts. If the defense force has any balls, they'll use that opportunity.
>I can't hold off an assault. I need to stay close to the colony.
>Other

>>36170742
>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.

>>36170742
>>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.

>>36170742
>>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.

>>36170742
>>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.

>>36170742
>>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.

>>36170742
>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.

>>36170742
"Valkyrie... Valkyrie... Jesus it's the Grim Guard! Hey asshole on Colony Defense, that's Dominic O'Hara you prick! If he says it's G2, it's probably G2! Get your ass in gear!"

>>36170742
>I can't hold off an assault. I need to stay close to the colony.
Focus on any canisters that are close to latching onto the colony hull.

>>36170742
>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.>>36170843
This is good too

>>36170742
>>I'll try to focus on intercepting the gassing team.
Chris is gonna get the D

>>36170843
This.

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>>36170873
If she can survive long enough. A Ball is a Ball no matter how much Dakka you strap to it.

>>36170843
Does she even know any of that?

>>36170854
Zeon's old colony gassing equipment was a weird two-warhead RPG looking thing, and Titans used the surplus launchers in their own operations. They have to breach the colony interior then fire off the gas shells towards the center of the cylinder.

>>36170843

This is too good to not use.

>>36170912
Our name and unit has been all over the news for the past week after Riah kidnapped the Sisters. She knows.

>>36170909

http://bato.to/read/_/147932/kidou-senshi-crossbone-gundam-skullheart_v1_ch1_by_nyoron-scanlations

>>36170843
Its the Ribbon!

>>36170909
Unless you make it into a gundam.

>>36171145
Chris is too old for Gundam jacking shenanigans. That would haft to fall to Al.

>>36171173
She can use the B-gundam. The weakest gundam in canon!

>>36171143
Galm - Cipher

>>36170926
Damn. That makes it a bit harder then, since any MS (and not just the gas carrying ones) can perforate the colony anywhere. Makes it harder to predict where they'll deploy it.

It's strange though. Won't the gas lose effectiveness if the colony isn't airtight enough for it to circulate through the colony ventilation?
Some would just vent out into space, so their procedure should predictably consist of punching as few holes as possible in the colony wall. We might be able to predict where they might deploy it (thinnest wall) based on that thinking.

>>36170742
"Wait... you just said Valkyrie?" you ask as you fire up the Ball's thrusters.

There's a momentary pause. "Um, yeah? Yeah, I did."

"Oh God, it's the Devil's Jester," you sigh. "Okay, colony defense assholes? This guy being here means things are going to get ugly. I'd do what he says... like right now."

As the colony defense team prepares to sortie, you use the Ball's excellent thrust ratio to push yourself up to the center axis of the colony, where you're effectively weightless... but doing so requires you to close the cockpit hatch and strap in.

There's a moment where it all comes rushing back to you again...
>dice +1d100

>>36171217

Colonies come with anti breech mechanisms. Some has self-sealing gel.

I bet its a make a hole, fire it in, let the hole close.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>36171247

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>36171247
Rolling.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>36171247

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>36171247

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>36171247
Once more unto the breach!

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>36171247
It's just a Ball. That's barely even a mobile suit at all. We can do this.

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>>36171216
Yo buddy, you still alive?

Rolled 79 (1d100)

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>>36171263
That's a pass.

Be back in a few minutes.

>>36171263
>>36171290
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80XAJKqRU9k

So, assuming we stop the gassing. Does that mean the new AEUG will have the backing of the Republic of Zeon, Riah and Karaba?

>>36171378

it wont be a AEUG resistance movement that needs to move in the shadows, it'll be a full civil war with the Republic, Riah supporting it publicly.

>>36171378
>AEUG
Let's call it the Federation Reformation League, I don't like the Anti Earth Union part of the name.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>36171464
There's still the threat of Voight hanging over our collective necks. I'd bet anything the Principality remnants and the more extreme politicians of Riah were collaborating. It'd be funny if Voight's men and us teamed up temporarily to kill us some Titans.

>>36171344
Warning G2 launch in 5 minutes!

>>36171517
they are all ultimately puppets of Scirroco and Dogatie

>>36171247
... and you immediately push those feelings aside. Al and his friends are in this colony, not to mention the other three million people who are all going to die if you don't do something to make these next twenty minutes count. Right now, you can't let anything hold you back.

Punching up the throttle you find that the Dakaball has a pleasant zip to it: enough to get you outside the colony not too far behind the defense mobile suits: all old model Doms.

You hear them call out their engagement over their radios, shortly followed by screams as they die. Those fast transforming machines pick all ten of the Doms off with only two of the gassing team damaged, one of which severely enough that he has to peel off and return to the carrier.

It's the moment of vulnerability when the angular black machines split off the secure the area around the colony that you strike: a lone ball hurtling into overwhelming odds.

At least you have the element of surprise and suicidal insanity on your side.

>Rockets
>Guns

on the
>Lead machine
>Trailing machine
>Center of the pack, force them to scatter

>>36171572
>>Rockets
>Lead machine

>>36171572
>Rockets
>Lead machine

Hopefully it'll make them think twice about going straight to the colony.

>>36171572
>>Rockets
>Lead machine

>>36171572
>>Guns
>>Lead machine


>>Rockets
>>Center of the pack, force them to scatter
Fire off all the rockets into the pack, then swoop down on the lead machine.

>>36171572
>Rockets
>Lead machine

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>36171572
Grab a dead Dom in our manipulators to use as an improvised ablative shield. Shoot the lead suit carrying a G2 bazooka then skedaddle

>>36171572
>Rockets
>Lead machine

>>36171572
>Rockets
>Lead machine
>Fuel

>>36171644
>Grab a dead Dom in our manipulators
Doms are the equivalents MS pigs, we won't be able to lift them.

>>36171737
>Zero G.
>>36171644
I like this idea.

>>36171784
>Lead machine
Still issues of mass. Balls have pretty good acceleration, though, so it may be doable.

>>36171572
Rockets on lead machine seems to win.
d100, best of two.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>36171906

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>36171906
BAD END

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>36171906

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>36171906
Dakka time.

>>36171923
Well, that sucks, but at least we got the 84.

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>>36171920
>>36171923
Seriously...

>>36171923
Sonofabitch.

>>36171964
Christina has the best luck in solar system!

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>>36172023
Somehow I don't believe you.

>>36171906
A single shot from your rocket launcher streaks out from above you and connects with the leader of the remaining five machines, forcing it to drop its gas launcher. The damage done is largely superficial, but it's enough to strip away a fair chunk of armor and causes the other suits to scatter and jink defensively.

Shit, this could be bad. The lead machine separates, drawing a single beam rifle as you shoot past him and flip inverted. It seems he wants to fight you off and let his team keep up the attack. Thankfully, their escorts are still absent, for now.

>Disengage, fall back towards the colony for now
>Press the attack against the gassing team, ignoring the beam weapon
>Deal with the unit that's separated from the main group first, then pursue.
>Abandon the Ball, use its self destruct to take out as many gas attackers as you can.

>>36172105
>>Press the attack against the gassing team, ignoring the beam weapon

EYES ON THE GOAL.

>>36172105
>Press the attack against the gassing team, ignoring the beam weapon

>>36172105
>>Disengage, fall back towards the colony for now

>>36172105
>>Press the attack against the gassing team, ignoring the beam weapon

>>36172105
Hit the burners, pilot. Move to engage the gassing team. Get behind them and see if we can't get the escort mobile suits to shoot their charges themselves.

>>36172105
>other

Move to melee on the gas teams. Use our manipulators to destroy the launchers.

>>36172105
>Press the attack against the gassing team, ignoring the beam weapon

use the Ball's small size to get up close and personal with the gas units. keeping close to them should prevent the others from firing at you due to the high chance of friendly fire...

Bonus points for actually getting them to hit each other...

>>36172105
>Deal with the unit that's separated from the main group first, then pursue.
Charge and beam saber. We're doing Ball melee, the grandest of mobile suit fighting techniques. It'll take him out fast, then we'll be able to go after the others.

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I'm calling what happens at the end of this thread

>>36172105
>>Press the attack against the gassing team, ignoring the beam weapon

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>>36172267
Chris finally reunites with Bernie in Burger Heaven.

>>36172023
>>36172267
I stand by my statement!
Do you want some Chrispy Fries?

>>36172303
>>36172267
nah Dom is gonna save her last minute making her creve the D even faster

>>36172303
>mfw I was expecting Heero laughing in that picture
I've been on /m/ for too long.

>>36172358
I want a milkshake too.

Rolled 60, 44, 87, 62 = 253 (4d100)

Alright, so roll me a d100, best of two.

Rolling opposition.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>36172379

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>36172379

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>36172379

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>36172379

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>36172379

Rolled 94, 75 = 169 (2d100)

>>36172379
And resolving opposition.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>36172379
Chris dies.

>>36172391
>>36172396
Looks like were having burgers tonight boys, I'm driving!

Well RIP Chris

>>36172391
>>36172396
>>36172398
>First two are very low
>Third is exactly what we need to beat the DC
>Only best of two
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

>>36172407
Chrispy Fries it is, come up!

>>36172391
>>36172396

fark

>>36172391
>>36172396
>>36172398
FUCKING BEST OF TWO WHY

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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>36172368
>expecting Heero
>laughing Char.gif

>>36172391
>>36172396
Chris' suffering never ends.

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>>36172368
>>36172391
>>36172396
>>36172398

>>36172450
>FUCKING BEST OF TWO WHY
Honestly If people don't stop bitching about that I wouldn't be surprised if KoH changes it to the first roll. Which most other systems run on by the way. Be happy with what we got.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>36172437
>>36172407
Bernie was Hamburger. Chris will be Charground at this rate.

>>36172501
Nice 98 by the way.

>>36172379
>>36172407
And so Chris dies like Bernie did: Sacrificing herself to keep her own side from committing mass murder on the people she loves, but not actually accomplishing anything.

>>36172528
Poetic is it not?

>>36172528
But at last she had Ball!

>>36172528
She'll hit her self-destruct while in the middle of all of them and fail at eliminating the enemy suits.

>>36172557
truly the federation equivalent to the zaku. the weakest of their respective militaries

>>36172590
Not the Type 61 Tank?

>>36172379
"Dealt with one gasser," you announce, hoping the voice you identified as the "Devil's Jester" can hear you. "Going after the others! If I stay close, they may not be able to fire on me..."

... and that's when it happens.

One of the gas attack team's machines, the one with shoulder mounted cannons like a GM Cannon II's, turns about and opens fire as your own finger hovers above the stud for your rockets. You try to dodge the blast, but it's too late: the shot connects with your engines, completely destroying your main source of propulsion and sending you into a spin. Your hand also smashes into the firing stud, sending a wild shot past the group of Titans machines and into Libot's wall.

Thankfully it didn't hit one of the transparent panels, otherwise it would have created an easy access point for the gas assault.

As you spin out of control, you hear shouting over your headset, and a thrill of fear grabs at you. Again, you shake it off and struggle to correct your attitude on secondary thrusters alone. Meanwhile, a second impact sends your machine reeling the opposite direction: in the confusion, one of the assaulting machines seems to have forgotten he was carrying gas shells and fired them off at you in a panic.

That machine's pilot continues with his partners as the one you hit with your rockets chases you down.

"It's over," you hear a male voice declare: you realize it must be the enemy pilot. "Just give up already."

A quick survey of your weapons shows the damage: your rocket launcher is gone, shorn off by the impact of the gas shell. Your guns are also gone, probably having broken off due to the spinning. They can't have been mounted too firmly in the first place.

All you have left is a beam saber.

"Hang on!" the Devil's Jester tells you. "You've got backup inbound, so you can't die yet!"

>Banter with the pilot who's staring you down
>Go to beam sabers. Draw the line here. Even if you can't stop them all, you can stop one.

>>36172704
Start laughing at the enemy pilot. Shoot our winch and reel yourself in for melee combat.

>>36172704
>>Banter with the pilot who's staring you down
The dead can't change the future...

>>36172704
>>Go to beam sabers. Draw the line here. Even if you can't stop them all, you can stop one.
Do not go gentle.

>>36172704
>Banter with the pilot who's staring you down
You heard the man. No pointless risks. So let's just stall this one from retrieving his launcher by talking to him. Ask him if he realizes that his team are going to be used as scapegoats after they colony gets gassed. Come on, he can't really believe that he won't get killed to dispose of evidence, can he?

>>36172704
>Go to beam sabers. Draw the line here.

"THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!"

>>36172704
>Banter with the pilot who's staring you down

>>36172808
Yeah this.