YOU ARE: Amos Wedge (Age 18)

Attractiveness: 7
Body Type: 10
Cool: 8
Empathy: 6
Intelligence: 8 (Awareness +1)
[Education]: +3
Luck: 7
Movement Allowance: 7
Reflexes: 10 (Dodge & Escape +5, Mecha Fighting +6, Mecha Gunnery +6 Mecha Melee +6, Mecha Missiles +6 Mecha Pilot +6, Melee +3, Handgun +3, Stealth +2, Zero-G +1)
Technical Ability: 8

Rookie Bonus: Anime Hero

Luck Points 7 (refreshes at end of session), Maneuver Pool 1 (refreshes at end of combat, otherwise identical to Luck)

Aww yes murderrobo tiem

UJCIDF PUMPKINSEED II Amos Custom
Medium Striker Torso: C/S/K 8, 4 tons
Medium Striker Head: C/S/K 4, 2 tons
Medium Striker L. Arm: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Left Hand: 2 CP, 1 Space, 1 Kill, 0.5 tons
Medium Striker R. Arm: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Right Hand: 2 CP, 1 Space, 1 Kill, 0.5 tons
Medium Striker L. Leg: C/S/K 5, 2 tons
Medium Striker R. Leg: C/S/K 5, 2 tons

Armor: Heavy Striker (5 SP, 5 CP, 2.5 tons) on all locations

Main Sensors (Head): 4 CP, 1 Space, 2 Kills, 1 ton
Backup Sensors (Torso): 2 CP, 2 Spaces, 2 Kills, 1 ton

Options: Torso Cockpit with Environment Pod (2 CP, 2 Spaces), Torso Storage Module (1 CP, 1 Space), Liftwire (0.3 CP), Spotlights (0.2 CP)

Armament: Pumpkinseed IIs have a handheld Beam Rapier and an Active Shield sub-servo on their left elbow, in addition to the usual ranged options. They also each have a single Heavy Missile concealed inside the right forearm for emergencies and a second in the head.
Handheld Light Beam Rapier: WA +1, 5K (only 2K of structure), EMW (treats SP as 4 less than usual), 5 CP, 5 Spaces, 1 ton
Arm-Mounted Active Shield: DA -1, SP 8, 17 CP, 4 Spaces, 4 tons
Amos Custom Beam Rifle: Range 500m, WA +1, 6K (1K of structure), BV 3, Infinite Ammo, 24.5 CP, 5 Spaces, 0.5 tons
Arm-Mounted Heavy Missile: Range 1200m, WA +2, 12K, 1 rocket, 3 CP, 3 Spaces, 0.5 tons
Head-Mounted Heavy Missile: Range 1200m, WA +2, 12K, 1 rocket, 3 CP, 3 Spaces, 0.5 tons

Thrusters & Speed: 5 per leg, 2 in the torso. Moves 400 meters per turn in flight, or can run 250m. 12 CP.
Total Weight: 38.5 tons
Total Cost: 140 CP

didn't know we had a thread last night. Was too busy murdering in the Titanfall 2 beta

>>48906753
Man we really need to come up with a new grunt suit so we won't get destroyed when we fight Avalon and the Jovians

>>48906788
Well, thats what the Tourney will hopefully provide along with that Roc. What ARE the stats for the Roc anyways aside from bigger harpy?

>>48906840
Here it is http://pastebin.com/N0LGAz5t, it doesn't seem much different from the Harpy, just bigger, faster, and the ability to add a beam saber or cannon

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You depart with little ceremony. The Cicero only has eighteen pilots let, a mere six squads, and half of your effective fighting force is being sent with you.

The Mantas they've given you for transportation are really quite impressively fast, ruffling the canopy of the trees only a few short meters below as they zip in the direction of the fleeing Avalonians.

You quite clearly remember Captain Clearwater's last words to you before you departed, "Remember, we'd like to take one of them alive for questioning, but the lives of our pilots are precious too. Don't take chances, and aim for the cockpit if you have to. This is war, after all."

Simon's mech is hunkered down on his Manta as though expecting to be blown off, while Garret's Warmouth is standing normally and your Pumpkinseed II has assumed proper surfing posture. Behind you float two squads of Pumpkinseeds on Mantas. Three of them have been equipped with forearm-mounted Epoxy Guns in place of their usual shields, while the remaining three are the Cannon variant. It's a lot of firepower and a big investment on Captain Clearwater's part, leaving him to defend a city with just nine machines.

"What's the point of this dam, anyway?" Garret asks over the comms.

"What do you mean? Hydroelectric power, of course." Simon replies. You're busy investigating the specs on your new gun.

"Isn't that incredibly inconvenient with cold fusion so cheap and readily available?" Garret inquires.

Simon sighs, "Well, yes. It's very old, it hasn't been used for a very long time. Decades, at least. Didn't you read the mission briefing?"

"I read the important parts!" Garret snaps, "We scatter if the Paladin shows up, and if it doesn't we take out the enemy and secure at least one captive."

[Continued]

>>48906788
Incidentally Amos's mech fits the point restriction exactly.

>>48907030
That's what actually got me thinking about this, some other anon made some mechs that look pretty good for what they're designed for

http://pastebin.com/LXZJcv47
http://pastebin.com/kbCkXnRF

>>48906840
Hopefully I will finish my mecha at some point.

>>48907129
Whats it like?

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"Maybe they're trying to blow up the dam?" Garret proposes.

"I...don't think so." Simon interjects, "Um, if they did, all that would happen is that a lot of water would flood an uninhabited forest valley and, uh, the river would be a bit low on the other side. It's a long way between settlements."

"Maybe they want to be the most pointless terrorists ever?" You suggest.

"I don't think that would be a very good use of their resources, and-" Simon starts.

"It was a joke, Simon." Garret explains, "Hoo, you boys seeing this?"

"Yeah, we've got mecha nearby." You confirm, "And if we can see them, they can see us."

[Continued]

>>48907047
>mfw I am that anon
Although someone pointed out wings arent technically a movement system so they shouldn't get the rebate.

>>48907174
A retooled Thoroughbred MP called the Corsair. Also have designs for a Corsair X, which is basically a Corsair with officer armor and an absurd custom auto laser rifle. Its basically Cima's mech

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"You all got your gear from Irina, right?" You ask over the comms.

"Who, the sour-looking woman? Yeah." Garret confirms, "Power armor and monoswords? Are we going to be fighting HONORABLE DUELS with the Avalonians?" He starts laughing.

"Yeah, it's funny until you actually have to." You grumble, "Besides, we already had guns."

The sniper opens up, but he or she must have underestimated how much punishment your Mantas can take. Three shots fail to down even a single one of you. You can see four of the Knights on top of the dam, helping the fifth, the headless one, climb up over the rim while the sniper peppers at your forces.

>[Roll initiative, 1d10+7, and you might want to come up with a basic strategy. You're 500m away from the enemies, but your Manta imposes a pretty steep MV penalty of -5 so it's best not to fight on it, it takes one action to dismount]

Rolled 9 + 7 (1d10 + 7)

>>48907575
Use the mantas as shields to block the sniper shots until we can jump off right on top on the enemies

Rolled 8 + 7 (1d10 + 7)

>>48907575
IT BEGINS

>>48907607

Seconded.

>>48907575
What if we dump all the manta's rockets in one salvo on them and then jump off using that as cover?

>>48907725
Their on the dam though?

>>48907750
Would the rockets be enough to bust the dam?

>>48907575
First off, the sniper has to go. We swoop in and take him out either by Biggs grabbing his weapon from him, or disabling his mech. Use our guns along with Garma's to lay down cover fire and force them to be on the defence. With the pair of us, we got some good range game, but our goal should be taking down their leader to mess with their chain of command.

>>48907801

Absolutely not. They might leave a lot of craters in its surface, but they wouldn't destroy a fortified dam like this unless you deliberately sought out weak spots and fired absolutely everything into them.

>>48907607
>>48907716

Acknowledged. This strategy guarantees you reach melee range with the Knights, denying the sniper a chance to take out any of you but also denying you a chance to fire on them from ranged. Writing now.

Also, when you reach the sniper, will you...

>[Open up with your new gun]
>[Fire one of your 12K, +2 WA Heavy Missiles]
>[Engage in melee for precise targeting]

>>48907963
>>[Engage in melee for precise targeting]
Take his gun out of the equation

>>48907963
>[Engage in melee for precise targeting]

>>48907963

>[Engage in melee for precise targeting]

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Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d10)

"So what if we just...guys, I had an idea. So they see us, right? So what if we just elevate like this." You angle upwards, presenting the bottom of your Manta to the enemy and soaring upward, "So that if they shoot at us, they're hitting our transports and not us."

"Sir." One of your escorts comments. You're not an officer, but you're still nominally second-in-command here and Garret has a habit of deferring to good ideas from his subordinates, "What if our Mantas get shot down?"

"Use your jumpjets to cushion the impact. Ours can fly, so we'll lead the way. You stay behind us, angle upwards and flatten out as we get over the dam, then drop. They'll only get a few shots." As you say that, the sniper opens up again. Their mass driver shot melts in the flare of a Manta's thrusters, but still shakes it, and the Pumpkinseed riding on it nearly falls off.

"When we arrive, the three of you with epoxy guns take the other four. Double-tap if you need to. Cannons, land a bit further away and focus on support where we need it. Amos...hell, why don't you get a little revenge on the leader? We're counting on you, buddy." You can hear the grin in Garret's voice as you crest the rim of the dam. Your Manta rumbles as a shot strikes it directly, the lesser Knights using the cannons built into their lances at range as they back away.

You, though, you drop right onto the leader.

>[Roll 1d10+14]

Rolled 4 + 14 (1d10 + 14)

>>48908105
Banzi time

Rolled 3 + 14 (1d10 + 14)

>>48908105

Rolled 9 + 14 (1d10 + 14)

>>48908105
Might want to put some luck into this. 1 should do for now.

Rolled 4 + 14 (1d10 + 14)

>>48908105
round two, sumbitch

Rolled 8 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>48908150
>>48908153

Rolled 3 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>48908247

Whoops. Needs another roll.

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"I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU, JOVE-DAMNED COSPLAYER!" You roar out over the comms as you drop behind the cover of the falling Manta. The Knight with the sniper cannon dodges out of the way as your cyan blade flashes half a meter in front of it, then jumps back again as you launch into a forward slice. It fires two shots, but close range isn't a sniper cannon's forte and you easily avoid both rounds.

>[Feed me 1d10+13s! I'll manually add the +1 for your melee attacks]

Rolled 8 + 13 (1d10 + 13)

>>48908283

Rolled 5 + 14 (1d10 + 14)

>>48908283
Another +1 from luck. Bugger needs to lose some weight.

Rolled 6 + 13 (1d10 + 13)

>>48908283

Rolled 1, 8 = 9 (2d10)

>>48908296
>>48908299

Dodge rolls, no parries because the sniper has a two-handed gun. +14 to both.

Rolled 8 + 13 (1d10 + 13)

>>48908309

Rolled 4 + 13 (1d10 + 13)

>>48908283

>>48908379

Active Shield says "not today, larpies"

FEED ME MORE 1d10+13s!

Rolled 10 + 13 (1d10 + 13)

>>48908407

Rolled 4 + 13 (1d10 + 13)

>>48908407

Rolled 1 + 13 (1d10 + 13)

>>48908407

>>48908334
looks like the guy took a crit from the first hit.

Rolled 1, 7 = 8 (2d10)

>>48908477

True, but it seemed like you're specifically going for the arm.

If you'd rather I roll on the ~special chart~, though, I can do that.

>>48908385
>>48908418

Dodge rolls

Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d10)

>>48908577

And this round, the pilot does have parry rolls, having dropped their sniper cannon. Due to the DA penalty on their shields, though, these are at +12

Rolled 6 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>48908596
okay then

>>48908577
Eh, if it's for the arm it's good. Catching a ace is a pretty good score.

Rolled 10, 1, 9 = 20 (3d10)

>>48908693
Was that one Shinji or Garma?

Rolled 6, 7 = 13 (2d10)

>>48908693

Rerolling one because not applicable, rolling the other on the ~special table~

>>48908721

Jesus Christ, it's a really bad idea to fuck with Amos.

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>>48908745
There's a reason why he had kirls all over his dick in the show despite him being a melon-headed sumbitch.

>>48908745
Apparently Amos has decided that he's no longer a Mook.

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Cyan fire sweeps the air. You advance relentlessly. The first thing you notice is that your opponent is good. Really good. Ace level at minimum, they're maneuvering as well as you are in a heavier mech...but you're highly motivated and you have someone worrying about you. They were worrying about you all night as you flew out here, constantly checking your six and expecting at any moment to hear a woman's voice singing over the comms and then see the Paladin swooping down on you. So fuck aces, and fuck the odds. You twist the angle on your beam rapier just so, and the point melts into the inside of the Knight's right elbow. They avoid your next swing, seeing that you're trying to take one of their arms out of commission most probably, and as their right elbow drips molten alloys onto the dam below they drop the sniper cannon and grab hold of the rocket launcher slung over the Knight's back...and they empty the entire payload into you. Most of the rockets miss, but your shield automatically intercepts two (reducing SP to 6).

It doesn't matter. Your next swing takes off their right arm and cuts the launcher in half. You bring your left arm up, and at virtually point-blank range you pull the trigger of your new gun on them.

Three searing jets of plasma slam into the Knight one by one, the first hits it dead-on in the slit of its visor (sensors destroyed, head SP reduced to 5), the second melts its facemask (SP reduced to 4, Kills reduced to 4), and the third strikes its remaining arm (SP reduced to 5).

Behind you, two of the Knights are tangled up in epoxy and one is just now having both of its arms torn off by Simon, one of them has a dented chestplate from where he leaped off his Manta to dropkick it. One of your Epoxy Pumpkinseeds has lost its right leg to a lance attack.

[Continued]

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You're winding up to take out the left arm when the Knight that you damaged in your first encounter thrusts its way between you and its now-faceless commander. It has its arms spread wide, chest thrust out and making no attempt to defend.

>[What will you do?]

>>48909005
Stab through the cockpit and hope we reach the ace's

>>48909005
Looks like we got a martyr. Open coms and demand surrender. They have no weapons and taking them all will likely gives us at least one weak link.

>>48909005
I'm tempted to slice his legs off for capture but,
>[Cockpit stab]

>>48909005
demand their surrender over the loud speaker

>>48909005
Cut its legs off. All its thrusters are in the legs right?

>>48909005
rocket to the leg, then body-check him into the Ace.

>>48909046
>>48909018
Let's not embolden the Ace and the survivors to fight back. Not only that but if it's in the way, the ace could escape. Besides, we can just fly over him and tackle the ace to the ground.

>>48909084
Were already all doing good in this fight kill them all except for the guy that the others have epoxyed, they're a threat who were going to need to take care of

>>48909106
nah, bring back a couple. Interrogators can be less gentle if they have spares.

>When playing a space pirate

"Let's not kill anyone. It would be mean."

>When playing a teenager in a morally ambiguous war

"COCKPIT STAB LIKE WE'RE MOTHERFUCKING AMUROOOO!"

I love you guys.

>>48909106
Yes, two subordinants who may or may not have any info. The Commanding officer likely has more intel and considering their loyalty, could serve as a means of interrogation. They themselves are not as much of a threat as a paladin, and keeping as many of them available as chips for hostage negotiations is also on the table.

geez. why are you guys so bloodthirsty?

>>48909164
It's thunder. When he's not thinking with his dick or music, he's out for blood. Besides, I want that Ace to find out who the intel leak is.

>>48909154
/tg/ in nutshell

>>48909179
I suspect its either the asshole or the doctor.

>>48909154
Too be fair its usually because we can ransom them from money while keeping all their shit

>>48909145
I see your point, lets just cut off the legs then

>>48909156
The CO most likely won't crack since he's probably been trained to keep quite

>>48909179
If they can't make us money or be useful to us then theres no reason to not kill an enemy, thats all there is to it

>>48909238
Better to get more proof and information. Intel can make or break a war, especially when it comes to a situation like this.

>>48909258
Lot more to the equation than just money. The one thing you want to avoid in this sort of situation is Martyrs and Avengers. Dude spreads his arms out for the glory of Avalon? Thats going to get the zeal of every prisoner riled up and make them hard to interrogate. Taking the winds from their sails, making the commander concerned about his team, especially one who's loyal to THAT much of a degree? That would soften them up.

These guys are ready to die at a moments notice. Deny them that moment, their zeal, and they become easier to handle.

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You hail them both on comms, "In the name of the UJCIDF, you're both under arrest! Surrender and tell your friends to do the same, or I'll start aiming for the cockpit."

You're not sure which of them it is, but the first voice that answers you is that of a girl, "Brute! Savage! Uncultured BARBARIAN! Is this what you call honor!?"

"It's more like what I call winning." You remark, beamsaber hovering right in front of the completely-headless Knight's cockpit while it swivels around to try and protect its melty-faced commander

"Duel me, sirrah! Face to face!" She demands.

"Sure!" You cheerfully agree, and take a step back. At that moment, the panels on your mech's head and chest slide open, and you fire a Heavy Missile into each kneecap. It goes down in a heap, and you put your Pumpkinseed II's foot on its wrist to stop it employing its lance, "I win!"

Now that they're a bit cleaner, you have the chance to look at their heraldry. It's plain white, trimmed in silver with a pattern of stars and moons.

"Cultured people don't do things that way!" She wails, "Sir, please escape, these people are evil!"

Behind you, you hear a massive explosion, and see Simon's mech reeling back with much of his shield in tatters and another Pumpkinseed stumble back with both of its arms gone. Your team jumps away before the second epoxied Knight explodes.

>[Rip the cockpit ball out of the one you de-legged before it can do the same]
>[Go after the ace]

>>48909350
>>[Rip the cockpit ball out of the one you de-legged before it can do the same]

>>48909350
>>[Rip the cockpit ball out of the one you de-legged before it can do the same]

>>48909350
>>[Rip the cockpit ball out of the one you de-legged before it can do the same]

>>48909338
I meant more for Roarke then Amos, but you do make a good point. Only thing is that they're most likely going to be tortured until they do talk. Plus most of these soldiers are as loyal as loyal gets so it would be an uphill battle to get any info either way

>>48909350
>[Rip the cockpit ball out of the one you de-legged before it can do the same]

>>48909350
Why not delegate? Garma capable of shooting at the guy's legs or Biggs able to run and rip out the Ace's ball?

>>48909350

Ah dammit, true belivers in their cause.

These are the most annoying assholes to deal with.


>[Rip the cockpit ball out of the one you de-legged before it can do the same]

>>48909442
I feel like thats everyone in Avalon

>>48909350
>>[Rip the cockpit ball out of the one you de-legged before it can do the same]
"You ambushed us literally a day ago. You don't get to whine about honor when the shoe's on the other foot."

>>48909164
We in the military now son.

>>48909350
You see? This is why you aim for the cockpit.

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"For the honor of Queen and Lady, I give my life for...hey...HEY! STOP THAT!"

You ignore her, and use the tip of your beamsaber to carve a gash in the torso armor of the downed Knight with a single slice. You rip it open with your other hand and pluck out the cockpit, jetting away as the core explodes behind you, blocking your view of the ace.

The remaining knight takes a full barrage from Garret's Warmouth and drops to its knees like a limp puppet before it can explode, he and Simon wrenching the cockpit out of it.

"MY HONOR!" Wails the cockpit ball in your hand.

"You ambushed us the day before yesterday, you don't get that excuse." You chide, gently shaking it.

"Let them go. Both of them." Interrupts another voice. This one is calm, gentle, and also female, "If you do, I will surrender rather than self-destruct. They know nothing. You should dally not overlong, we nymphs are but servants of one much greater, and She is imminent." The ace tosses away its...her...lance.

"S-Sis no...no please don't, not for me. You have to get away!" Wails the cockpit ball.

"No sign of the Paladin yet, Amos, what should we do?" Garret asks, swiveling the flattened head of his Warmouth to look at you.

>[What do?]

>>48909617
Fine. No point bothering with zealots if one is willing to surrender. Disengage your cockpit and we'll let these two go. Easier to get info from a willing source, and we don't want to waste time if she's coming.

>>48909617
>If we let them go then they'll most likely tell the Paladin what happened and the leak may have told them about how little our defenses are which might cause her to attack
>We keep the girls and the CO most likely self destructs and no one is left to tell the paladin, but we may not get any info

I'm not sure which is worse

>>48909617
>They already know too much
>You are all under custody and are our prisoners of war
>You will not be mistreated and will be detained until the end of this conflict on this planet, one way or another.

>>48909719
She likely knows where we are anyways so them knowing or not would do nothing. Think, there is likely a reason why she's whittling our forces and using gurellia tactics rather than attacking head on. One way or another she'll try something, but a living ace gives us more options.

>>48909696
I agree, we let them go after their leader ejects.

>>48909617
Aren't they like 200 miles away from anything, and behind enemy lines to boot? Why do they even want us to let them go?

>>48909719

We should at least attempt to take them hostage. We need that info after all.

If we fail then at least we failed trying, do we might want to make sure we're out of the blast radius if little miss 'honor' tries to be clever with the self destruct tactic.

>>48909784
But if we have her Ace it might prompt her to attack to stop an info leak

>>48909617
Say we'll let them go and then proceed to capture them again once we have the ace. Not like they can out run our mechs.

>>48909797
Because their ride is coming by the sounds of it. If she's busy with two subordinants, she won't have the hands or time to chase us.

>>48909817
She may also go after us if the Ace is dead. We don't know, but if the chances are the same either way, then taking the one reasonable person in the hand beats the two destruct happy zealots in the bush.

>>48909781

What could that possibly accomplish?

So why don't we just take the ace and the rest of them? Fuck it.

Tell her to hop out of her mecha then just grab her.

>>48909825
Not worth it by the looks of it. Those two seem more than willing to sacrifice themselves and it'd make the Ace play hardball. They're also unwilling to listen and provide intel. Likewise, we don't know if she has cyanide tablets or a less explody kill switch. Be reasonable with the more reasonable one and don't bother with the nutters.

>people think setting these two free will result in a willing captive

At that point we have no leverage over them and they can be as stubborn or suicidal as they want once we leave the vicinity of their friends.

>>48909617
Lady, are you honestly asking me to let two prisoners go on your word that you won't blow yourself to kingdom come? Cause the way I see it, it's the fact I'm holding on to them that's kept you from running off to meet your maker already.

>>48909998
This works

>>48909998
this

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"Why the hell are you so willing to throw your lives away?" Garret sounds shaken, "It doesn't have to be like this. Everyone could have survived, damn it!"

"We are soldiers, Knight of Jupiter. Moreover, we are acolytes of the Lady. Our deaths matter not, all decay nourishes new life and new hope. Those two who died were hoping to stop me from surrendering, I will pray for them both but I shall not mourn their sacrifice even if it was in vain. They made their choices. Will you not accede to my request?" The ace stretches out her mech's one remaining hand toward you, "Upon my word as a knight of Avalon, I shall not attempt escape or suicide if you release my comrades. Although, mine heart would be at ease if you should place the cockpits there." She points at where a protruding turret on the top of the dam rests. It has a door, likely leading down into the structure of the dam itself.

"Lady, are you honestly asking me to let two prisoners go on your word that you won't blow yourself to kingdom come? Because the way I see it, it's the fact that I'm holding onto them that's kept you from running off to die already." Your voice is, naturally, suspicious.

"Do you doubt my pledge of honor? Are you not yourself a knight, Blue Warrior?" The Knight reaches up and flicks your Pumpkinseed II on the visor with its remaining hand, "You are holding my younger sister. I should like to someday see her again, and if I die like a dog with my vow broken I shall never do so. I will not ask you to release her while I remain capable of violence, Blue Knight, your spoken pledge shall be contract enough. Give me your oath, and I shall sever the power of this machine and come out in person."

"Amos..." Garret sounds worried.

>[Lie]
>[Be sincere]

>>48909998

Seconded.

I can get behind this.

>>48910137
>>[Be sincere]

>>48910137

>[Be sincere]

>>48910137
>>[Be sincere]
Damn it, no point in making a damn avenger. Take the Ace and go. We'll make no headway if they all come in anyways.

>>48910137
>>[Be sincere]

>>48910137
>>[Be sincere]

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>>48910137
>[Be sincere]
So who here likes space quests with multiple perspectives and protagonists surrounded by cute girls?

>>48910217
More a cute guy, kind of person, but I have learned to take what I can get.

As an aside, does Mars or Kuna have any battleships? U recall the holy Militia only using cruisers

>>48910268
They might. For the most part it seems the majority of the fleets are away from home doing what needs to be done. If word of the gate strikes gets out, I wouldn't be surprised if Fairchild tries to bring in some fronts to protect the remaining ones and solidify her grasp.

>>48910137
>>[Lie]
Nigga no. Like I trust some fucking asshole who tried to shoot me.

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"I believe you. I'm a bit of an idiot, but this time I suppose I can trust you. I swear, I'll let her go if you eject." You hold out the cockpit ball.

"No no no no NO! You idiot! Don't you dare!" You swear the ball is shaking from indignation.

"Calling me an idiot just makes me want to trade you even more." You promise.

"That will be sufficient, both of you." The armor on the ace's Knight cracks open, and the cockpit ball ejects, "Pray, fulfill your end of the bargain."

"Do it." Garret suggests, and the one holding the other cockpit ball rolls it over to the turret.

You sigh and do the same. Using your foot to push it around like a soccerball. You scoop up the ace's cockpit and retrieve your Manta. It's still flight-capable, if a little dinged-up. Irina wasn't kidding about its autopilot, all nine of them had coasted to a safe spot, landed, and powered down while you fought.

You feel strangely unsatisfied with this. On the other hand, if you went after the remaining two, there's no guarantee that your hostage doesn't have a gun, and you don't need to die via explosion to kill yourself.

"My thanks, Blue Knight. I shall mentally prepare myself." She begins humming, and your discomfort only grows. She's humming the same song that the Paladin's pilot was singing.

On impulse, you request vidcomms, and she accepts. Her hair is short, dyed a vivid blue-green of a similar shade to your beam rapier. She smiles, "Salutations. My name is Elizabeth Wayland. Do fly carefully now, sirrah." She leans back in her seat and closes her eyes. You leave vidcomms on, just in case she tries something.

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You would estimate that she's in her mid-twenties, at the youngest. Despite her circumstances, she's utterly serene, and as your nine mecha take off again you observe that she appears to be napping, occasionally stirring fitfully and getting more comfortable.

You can't help but be jealous after flying all night. Your eyelids feel heavy and sandy, and you have a leaden weight in your limbs that adrenaline had previously kept you from noticing, "Still no sign of Lady Singsalot, Garret?" You try conversation to stay awake.

"No. Believe me, I'm looking! Pretty low-energy of her to just let her allies take the heat like this." Garret grumbles.

"Mind your tongue, you in the particularly large, squat Strider. You should not speak to your commander in such tones." Your captive opens one eye very slightly.

"He's my commanding officer, actually." You correct her.

She just smiles, "Is that so? It does not look that way to me. Furthermore, She has Her own concerns, your paltry Striders are unworthy of her time. Be not disheartened, I do not mean that to be unkind, I would ascribe the same status to most Striders and even some of the Paladins themselves. I am but a breeze before Her tornado."

"Glad to hear she's a big fat fart, but she's not here for you to cunnilingue so could you please stop trying to turn us against each other and just be quiet? This is going to be a long flight as it is." Garret gripes.

You nod in agreement. No sleep, and several hours more of flying. It is going to be a rough, rough trip, and none of you are going to be sharp by the end of it.

"My apologies, Prince of Jupiter. In truth, I had assumed a swap had taken place, and you had seated thine coachman in the largest Strider and were traveling as the Blue Knight, a clever disguise and worthy of story." She dips her head in the smallest imaginable bow.

"Shake her, Amos." Garret implores you.

"If I shake her too hard, she won't be able to tell us anything!" You protest.

[Continued]

>>48910819
Fucking shake her. Why we didn't take the others too is beyond me.

>>48910819
Oh Garma.. you truly are the best. Really does make us seem like the straight mook to Garma's main character role with the last couple of posts. It's refreshing and we seem to be a damn good one.

>>48910864

Because every soldier and pirate we've met so far has some kind of personal weapon and the only reason she isn't using it on herself to avoid capture is so her little sister can get away. Stop thinking like a fucking murderhobo.

>>48910864
Because we aren't dealing with soldiers, we're dealing with zealots. Two of them exploded themselves to try and get her to not surrender and the other two were raving. This one has a tongue to her, but she's also more valuable like this. Besides, if they entered the building, which they did before we could secure her pod, we'd have to chase them down and waste time. If she arrived before we caught them, then things would have turned worse.

Still, even if she's a punk, she's a captured Ace. Thats going to look good for SOUL C.

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"So shake her hard enough that she can talk back at base, but hard enough that she won't bother us on the flight." Garret insists.

"That's a pretty precise degree of shaking." You scratch your head, which is kind of pointless with your helmet on.

"I have every confidence in you. Simon, how are you holding up?"

"I...I could have saved her...she was right in front of me, if I'd been just a little faster I could've done what Amos did and..." You hear the brittle strings of panic in Simon's voice.

"No!" Both you and Garret chime in at once, but you shush and let him chew Simon out, "Don't you even start thinking that. They were enemy soldiers, it's a miracle for them that they only lost two people. If it wouldn't have been a liability to my father to have me dishonoring myself, I might very well have given the order to kill them all once we had this one. It might have saved lives on our side in the long run. Besides, how do you know it was a woman in there?"

"Nymphs are female, mythologically speaking." Simon points out. "You said nymphs, right Miss Wayland?"

"Dame Wayland, and yes." She says succinctly, "Were my words polite enough to circumvent physical abuse, brave captor?"

Garret ignores her, "Not in entomology, a nymph can be an immature form of an insect."

You're a little bit stunned at the realization that Garret has paid attention to any classes at the Academy at all.

"You call my squad immature? Fine words from a boy who had to be carried off the battlefield." Elizabeth comments.

You start shaking her. She bounces off the roof of her cockpit and lands askew sprawled across her chair, glaring at the comms, "Ill-done!"

"Orders are orders, ma'am. Your Dameship. Lizzy." You don't think your training covered how to address prisoners of noble blood.

"Amos, do you think the whole Prince thing was an insult?" Garret asks.

"I think she really meant it. Avalon and democracy don't really see eye to eye." You comment.

[Continued]

>If we were patient we could have had four
Damn it

>>48910928
>murderhobo.
>implying
>using buzzwords
No.

>>48910942
This hinges on her actually talking, which isn't a guarantee. She swore not to resist capture.

>>48911005

Bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

We got a captive, let's chalk it up to a win and get back to base in one piece.

>>48911005

How? The only reason we have any is because we took her sister hostage and then swapped her for this one.

Wong, how much does a Knight weigh, generally speaking? I'm trying to figure out the dicepools here.

>>48911023

Trying to maximize loot at the expense of common sense is murderhobo behavior. One live ace is better than three dead pilots.

>>48911051
>>48911045
No the girl Wong uses as a picture is Four Murasame

>>48911062
>one live ace who won't tell us shit because she's a fanatic is great

Okay.

>>48911071
She doesnt seem any more or less fanatical then her comrades. They are all fanatics, they are probably fucked up by spores and shit.

>>48911088
Ya but the officers are probably trained to resist torture where the mooks aren't

>>48911095
eh... everyone breaks eventuallly.

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She sighs heavily, "You speak of freedom while you ally with Saracen butchers serving a warlord, trampling upon your own peasants to serve your own aristocracy, and all the while you force them to smile and claim a stake in their own slavery. At least Avalon admits the truth that some people are born with superior talent and ability to others and are destined for leadership. All living things, great and small, have a place, and there is no shame in accepting it. Nor is there shame in trying to change it, at least one Paladin was originally a Solar aborigine and another was a farmboy."

"Amos..." Garret's voice has a new edge to it.

"Sorry." You shrug, and toss her cockpit ball in the air carefully, catching it. Like yours, the inner sphere of her cockpit is gyroscopically stabilized to remain upright regardless of her mech's orientation, but she still flips out of her chair and catches herself awkwardly.

"Sir Blue Knight! Be more gentle!" She admonishes.

"...That's what she said." Garret mumbles, unable to resist. Simon groans audibly.

"No, I have been rude. None of you are the cause of this war. Perhaps if the Prince were to meet the Lady, terms could have been reached and the violence could end. Such was my secret hope." She sighs.

[Continued]

>>48911068

Oh you meant as banging material, got ya.

Still no though, we ain't a pirate right now but a soldier, and there are rules about that sort of thing.

The last thing we need is our prisoner escaping because she made our groin area pull a grinch and grow three sizes that day.

>>48911088
So having any of them is pointless so instead of killing three more enemies, we have a waste of space and two enemies out there still.

That sure is a net gain for us. Far more than we could have had by either killing them or taking them all anyway.

>>48911068

But we haven't gone with any girl yet. Marilyn was teasing us, Irina is just our ally in mutual salt and wants to go drinking with us.

>>48911113
>tfw every goddamn person from Avalon wants people to meet the Lady

If that isn't obvious indication of some mind control brainwashing fuckery I don't know what is. Fucking everyone is inviting fucking everyone to meet this green bitch.

>>48911114
Oh ya of course, but most likely she would have ended up defecting or if she did escape we would end up meeting her again. Or she might have stabbed us who knows

>>48911128
I think we implied we were coming back to fuck her

>command hears we let two people go
>they won't throw a shitfit
I mean, the captain "seems" like a cool guy, but I'm not buying it.

>>48911113
>Solar aborigine
So we have a traitor who went to the lady's side and got bumped up to a paladin hopefully it isn't Beck who couldn't let go of his waifu

>>48911173
Stern Vs Beck who wins?

>>48911189
Is this assuming that Beck got a Greenmen power up?

>>48911192
Could you really improve him? Answer honestly. Since everyone and their grandma has 10s across the board in combat stats and Reflexes.

>>48911224
Are you ready to hear something really frightening? According to the corebook stats are able to go over 10

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>>48911236
Well then.

>>48911170
The case for this is the difference between quantity and quality. Two squaddies versus an actual Ace. Even if she has no intel, she's a good chip for ransom or prisoner exchange. For all their talk of honor, thats probably something they do.

In terms of war potential? All 5 machines are gone, and one of the escaping pilots is green as hell. It's not a huge gain for them, and the gains from a ace are better than two squadies in terms of making the war turn in our favor.

>>48911247
Nigga we could have taken the ace AND the two if you were smart about it. Stop taking the easy road.

>>48911265
The man who chases two rabbits ends up with none, anon.

Be happy with what we have, which in this case is a nice juicy boar.

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>>48911240
How does this make you feel anon

>>48911287
It's a nice juicy fucking nothing. Literally no reason for the ace to talk.

>>48911298
Torture might do something, and at least if we have the ace they can't use her to fight and the two pilots we let escape are shit so we can just beat them again and capture them

>>48911295
What is that lift measuring the weight by? Because I am quite thoroughly spooked. Fuck, throwing something 225 meters?! Dude what the fuck.

>>48911298

No reason for the others to talk either anon.

We taken an ace out of the game, doesn't matter if she sings like a canary or sits in her cell and shits herself, as long as she's not in a mech against our forces that's a net win.

>>48911113
Superior talents. Destined roles. Places we should accept. Listen, Lady, shut the fuck up. All that shit you just spewed adds up to nothing more than "I'm not on top and I wanna be." You want to talk about superior races, go ask the Martians why they're so happy to have that warlord leading them. I'm sure they'll be real keen on telling you exactly who was "trampling the peasants."

>>48911265
Like I said before, those pilots were already in the Dam the moment we picked up the Ace. You want to go into a building, possibly a ambush, waste time, and risk being held hostage or killed? Not only that but going after them breaks our oath which would just piss off the honor nuts MORE, so intel becomes even MORE of a bitch.

There is also the chance of them simply shooting themselves to preserve their damn honor rather than them staying alive to see each other again. But the real crinkle in it all? The fact that the paladin was on her way there. The same one who deforrested another hillside.

Bitch all you want, but the risk was not worth it to fill your greed.

>>48911328
By that logic we'd have been better served by just plugging all three of them and going about our day.

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"You know, if you sigh too much, you'll get wrinkles." Garret comments, "Besides, democracy is the best system of governance mankind has ever come up with. Sure, it's not free from corruption, I can think of at least one General in the running for Marshal that I would like to push out of an airlock, but at least people only have themselves to blame if they don't vote, and theoretically anyone can be Planetary Chairman. It's just easier if you're already rich."

"Pray tell, Prince of Jupiter, whose family is the wealthiest in your squad? The gentle one who mourns a life lost? The Blue Knight, the boy who overwhelmed me and would have surely been my death had my sister not foolishly stepped between us? Or...you? It seems clear that wealth and influence matter even more to you than to us, although perhaps I could not have said the same before the Lady's descent from the heavens and the elevation of the Queen to power." You've noticed that people who are habitually calm and serene get the cattiest when they're forced out of that state.

You also shake her again without being prompted. "Stop that. He doesn't deserve that kind of shit." You remonstrate with her. Garret might be the son of the Planetary Chairman, but that creates a lot of expectations, and you're not sure whether it's worse to be expected to live up to your father and older brother's talents...or to be expected not to measure up to them.

"As you wish. Were your parents nobles, Blue Knight?" She asks, bracing herself to avoid being jostled too badly when you shake her.

"No. They owned enough stake in a corporation that builds colonies to be comfortable, but my mom and dad were farmers at heart." You glance suspiciously at her, expecting some new barb.

[Continued]

>>48911314
Torture does not work the majority of the time and this has been proven.

>>48911328
>No reason for the others to talk either anon.
Well there would be if we had all of them to threaten each other with.

>>48911323

Saiyans are aliens, right?

>>48911143
>I think we implied we were coming back to fuck her

We did? When? I like Irina, so confirmation would be great for me.

>>48911368
yea? Should we be concerned?

>>48911350
After Having a personal experience with waterboarding, I can tell you that Specific torture within Limits Can have great effects towards making someone want to talk,

>>48911368
Wong, pls.

Unless...

Roarke is a Saiyan

Explains his wondrous mane of hair and the odd color. He's like, Vegeta's son or some shit. Half human of course. Which is why his hair doesn't stick up. Like Trunks'.

>>48911368
Oh god, Wong your a madman

>>48911378
"Yeah, I do. My only complaint is that it's not as good as the real thing. After I get back from proving that you aren't a failure, what say you, me, and vodka spend some quality time together?"
And we said that after telling her we loved the pin up but it wasn't as good as the real thing.

>>48911378
We weren't exactly subtle about it dudebro

>>48911393
Someone talking is not someone telling you the truth. Or even what you want to hear. This has been proven in most cases for torture to be ineffective at reliable gathering of intelligence.

>>48911412

Torture by itself isn't effective, no. It works at keeping people in a state of anguish and panic so they fall for the other shit you're throwing at them.

>>48911384
>>48911397
>>48911402

I was just trying to think of aliens that could throw someone 225 meters. Although, really, I should have thought of Superman first.

>>48911499
It's alright, we're a weaboo thread. Stand to reason the first super alien we can think off is Goku.

>>48911499
Well, 20 body doesn't make you invincible by the looks of it, just makes it so you don't die from mecha pimp slap.

Now I'm imagining Oda just missile barraging a Saiyan or Kryptonian to death.

>>48911499
I just want to know what they are measuring the lift value with. Pounds? Kilograms? The (t) can't possibly mean tons or tonnes, but I can't think of what else that would stand for, as I am the stupid. Does it just mean that shorthand for "thousand"? My brain

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"Ah, a farmboy knight. How classically charming." She smiles, "I will be quiet, could you please hold me steady and let me sleep?" She laughs softly, and adds in a more playful voice, "If you grow weary, I would be happy to switch seats with you and carry you for a time."

"If I trusted you, I'd be tempted." You yawn a little. She looks so comfortable, leaning back at ease with her eyes shut.

She cocks her head to one side, "Am I so untrustworthy?"

"It's not your honor, it's...it's what you believe. Superior talents. Destined roles. Places we should accept. I can't understand that kind of mindset and the actions it leads to. It just feels like an excuse for ambition when you're not on top, and an excuse to keep people down when you are. I can't understand actually serving a Green Man either." You admit.

"I know you can't. It isn't something I can put into words. I fear my clumsy language has saddened you, that wasn't my intent. Please, tell me more about your home." She smiles, yawning quietly in turn.

So you tell her. You tell her about the rolling fields of green and how they turn gold when the time is right. You tell her about picking corn in the fields and peaches in the orchards. You tell her about your grandmother's vegetable garden and how you used to steal parsley from it because you liked the taste and carrots because you heard they give you night vision. Not one scrap of useful tactical information, just a lot of happy memories.

You keep thinking she's fallen asleep, but whenever you pause she opens her eyes and gestures at you to continue. The words lull you a little bit too.

"Oh fuck." You hear Garret swear suddenly, his Manta jerking to a halt and nearly colliding with Simon's, "She's following us. She's outside our range, but for just a moment she slipped close enough for my sensors to pick her up."

There's no need to ask who 'She' is.

"Does this mean we won't be stopping to rest?" Simon groans.

[Continued]

>>48911409
>>48911402

It's a little ambiguous, but here's hoping we give her some salt. Lin-Lin seems cool, but I'm a sucker for cute losers.

>>48911638
I fucking knew it.

Also

>So you tell her

Literally the worst fucking soldier.

And no one checked for a tracker. baka desu senpai

>>48911638
I swear if you better not start talking about apple pie Wedge. You're not yet ready to trip that death flag and walk away!

>>48911677
He'll be fine, I mean its not like he has someone waiting for him to get back. What could possibly go wrong

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Dame Wayland smiles even more serenely than before, "How wonderful, she really is watching over me." She doesn't seem to dwell on it, though, immediately changing the topic, "Blue Knight, I observed you have a devotional painting of some angel or benevolent saint on your battle rifle. Are you praying to her for protection?"

"She's a little far away to help me right now." You try to imagine Irina as a Reformed Catholic Church angel, with feathery wings and a halo and a scowl on her face. The mental image of her drop-kicking a cherub makes you snicker.

"Hm. I'm sorry, it seems my angel is closer than yours." Dame Wayland winks at you. "Perhaps if you prayed to her...no! Do not shake me further, I am too comfortable!"

You groan, "Why does she have to keep showing up?"

"She is rather good at that." Dame Wayland comments, "But is it not the way of a paladin, to ride in on a white horse whenever a maiden is in distress?" She sighs, "That's what I wish I could say, unfortunately she probably knows you have a hostage."

Your stomach grumbles, "I wish I had a nice, hot apple pie." You remark, "With just enough cinnamon and a sweet, flaky crust. The homemade kind, not the store-bought ones. All slathered in whipped cream and with a nice, cold beer to wash it down..."

"How are you still in shape, Amos?" Garret inquires.

"Have you seen how much I exercise?" You grunt, "This body is all I've got going for me, I'll sharpen it until I can cut an anvil in half with my abs."

Garret makes a disgusted sound, "You're a monster."

"A monster who can bench more than you." You quip back, "So where is Lady Lalala?"

"Out of sensor range. Again." He tsks, "This is psychological warfare, we can't let ourselves fall for it. Right Simon? Simon...?"

"Make her go away make her go away make her go away oh please Jove I'll never do anything bad ever again just make her leave please make her leave." Simon is muttering to himself. That's never a good sign.

[Continued]

>>48911700
One of these days your luck is going to falter Thunderbird.

Rolled 10, 4, 8, 3, 4, 9 = 38 (6d10)

>>48911803
What, me worry?

Jesus these kids talk a lot. Like holy shit.

>>48911801
oh boy

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>>48911851
It is the way of mecha anime.

>>48911801
How the hell did he ever pass the psych exam?

>>48911879
How did JESUS or Clemmy pass psyche evaluation? At this point they're throwing anyone who wants in into the army.

>>48911873
Whatever happened to the good ol' days of speaking with your fists? We need more fists.

>>48911879
>psych exams
>in space
Fucking space madness.

Also
>pick all squares with street signs
>give me a picture of a black man
Captcha pls.

>>48911801
So if she catches up we dump nine rocket volleys into her as an opening move right?

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>>48911899
Roarke speaks with his fists. And his mouth of course. He's a very cunning linguist.

But right now, we ain't Roarke. We're just a bunch of grunts in Space Catpeople Vietnam.

>>48911912
I say we accept our fate and crush the prisoner, then probably die. It's the logical conclusion of a confrontation with one of those monsters.

Amos probably stands a better chance out of his mecha against one of them than in one. Those abs. I'm sure he knows the basics of CQC as well.

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"I." You announce confidently, "Am going to make it home alive, and when I do I am going to eat an entire apple pie all by myself. And because I'M gonna survive, so are the rest of you. Everyone stay sharp, we don't know what her mech can do...oh, right. Hey Lizzy, what CAN her mech do?"

"Hm, that's an interesting question." Serene as a lake that has never seen a fisherman's rod. Calm as still water, "Defeat yours, certainly."

"Well, if she finds the balls to try, she knows where we are." Garret responds grimly, "Until then, we have no choice. Keep flying, stay alert."

Your hostage sighs, "How dull. Blue Knight, tell me more of the saint adorning your weapon, your Solar mythologies amuse me."

>[What say?]

>>48911931
You know how I know this isn't Space Vietnam?

We aren't shooting everyone who comes within a mile of us.

Basically, being cautious.

>>48911943
>"No."

>>48911939
I dont know man, they are strong but are they strong enough to fight nine mechs at once? Especially if she has to deal with nine volleys or rockets and eighteen heavy missiles.

>>48911939

They're not invincible, and honestly...I'm not that worried. She's not one of the ones Lori told Roarke about, anyway, unless Belegor is a chick. We're assfucked if she has Gamma armor, but if she has Beta or worse anyone here with rockets, a big cannon, our gun, or a beam saber can damage her.

>>48911952
Or sixteen heavy missiles since we fired ours.

>>48911943
This
>>48911949

>>48911895
To be fair, we don't really know if Clemmy was her usual adorable self BEFORE her crew mutinied and she had to kill them all and float amongst their corpses for a year.

>>48911943
And your false chivalry annoys me, so howsabout we just call it even.

>>48911952
>literally Roarke

>>48911962
>metagaming

I'm kidding. In all seriousness, though. I do not think highly of our chances. Just because little miss cripple may not have mentioned this one by name doesn't mean they aren't incredibly fucking dangerous to a ludicrous degree. And we don't know how this one's mecha is designed. It could be a focused mook killer with lots of aoe and shit. We would melt if she won initiative then.

>>48911939
Yeah nah. I deny fate til the very end. We'll get that Mauve shirt yet!

>>48911943
Whats there to it? People put things they like on the things they use. Just how it is. There's no fancy reason for my colors, I just like my colors.

>>48911990
Our mechs are a little bit beefier than the ones roarke fought. Plus we got epoxy guns and shit.

>>48911661

What possible harm could she do with a list of Wedge's favorite veggies? Create a mean rutabaga stew?

>>48911969
well she did calk a chunk of them with a knife, so... probably?
also,
> maybe later

>>48912014
And Roarke's probably costs half of her cp like he did to Lori

>>48912020
It's called fraternization. And some militaries really, REALLY fucking hate that shit.

>>48911947
Yeah, if this was Space Vietnam we'd be using a lot more napalm.

>>48912020
If your smart anything you learn about an enemy can be useful. She knows that we grew up on a farm and came from nothing, she might try to tempt him with a better life and station if he joined the Avalonians

>>48911947
We would have heard more It ain't me if this was space Vietnam

>>48912042
>"You see that forest there?"
>"Yes, sir?"
>"I don't want to see that forest anymore."

>[Flight of the Valkyries intensifies]

>>48912036

Well good on those fuckers, in civilized countries we play soccer on Christmas between the trenches with the enemy and go back to killing them the next day.

>>48911990
Well, she likely NAMED it, but we don't know this machines name. As for specs? Flight capable, 2 active shields that are at least 12 SP and 0DA, and a melee weapon that can cut down a swath of trees. She's going to be fast, sturdy, and a outright pain to deal with. Lucky us though, she doesn't have advance sensors like heat vision if she couldn't find us in the forest. We have smoke missiles right?

>>48912036
To be fair to Amos, he's in SOUL. The regs are obviously a bit looser for him.

>>48912059
Yeah they did during the first few years of war, But soon enough there are accounts of Artillery Barrages Intensifying on the enemy camp, once they started caroling

>>48912073
>You can fuck one enemy pilot a month

>>48912059
And you know what those civilized countries did after that incident? They told them to cut that shit out and actively took steps to prevent that stuff.

Civilized my ass.

>>48912051
>Paladins learn of his love of apple pies and tries to tempt him with the greatest pie ever.
>Amos gives them one of Granny's pies for them to try.
>Paladins join the Jovians.

>>48912073
>being in an "elite group" means you have less strict rules

You wish. Just because everyone else with those fuckers has space madness.

>>48912061

Yep, Irina threw a few on the Mantas for tactical use, along with flares.

>>48912097
All according to keikaku

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>>48912058
Given the stuff Wong's said the Green Men got up to during the Purging of Mars, I'm actually surprised that the UJCIDF's standard operating procedure isn't pic related.

>>48912116
Hell, we have a few spare colonies, right? Let's do it.

>>48912105
>earth has the most advanced technology because they dont have space madness
It all makes sense now.

>>48912116
Same reason the EFF doesn't gas colonies when the Zeeks start acting up. Although Haman's Titans are a different story

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>>48912137
t.Soul weighed down by gravity

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>>48912116
Well the Green Men are at least MOSTLY dead, and it's pretty clear that Avalon doesn't use whatever organic tech the Green Men had, no sign of Green Men-aforming worlds or anything.

Could the American military welfare queens jealous that in the future the military is a LITTLE less gay PLEASE stop bitching about it? God damn. I like Wedge better as a happy bumpkin than I would if he was a 1000% serious stick-up-the-ass jarhead who eats babies for breakfast.

>>48912171
Fuck off Europoor hippie. You can't even win wars between your own people.

>>48912138
Well, in this scenario, all the OG Zeeks were actually Paptimus level Newtypes running on Gihren's ideology. The EFF would probably be a whole lot more willing to shoot first, shoot last and never ask any questions in that case.

>>48912105

When being in that elite group means you have a machine that can shit on a near-infinite number of replaceable infantry, it probably does.

>>48912089

I really hope you're just a bitter asshole making shit up, otherwise that's really depressing.

>>48912193
No, the respective commands of each nation noticed that each unit involved in the Christmas truce performed worse afterwards because, surprise surprise, the soldiers didn't want to shoot at the guys they were joking with on Christmas. There were several standing orders to the effect of a running bombardment on Christmas Eve after that.

>>48912193
>it probably does.

That is the exact opposite of how things usually work. Hence why you don't let artillery just drop shells in the general area of the battlefield and instead have them be aimed as accurately as is physically possible so you don't fuck up your own shit. Artillery is the god of the battlefield after all.

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>>48912193
>I really hope you're just a bitter asshole making shit up, otherwise that's really depressing.
Nah, the Christmas Truce was only in 1914. After that, upper brass rotated units around to prevent people getting too familiar with the enemy, and the soldiers on the ground were far less forgiving towards people they'd been fighting and dying against for years.

>>48912187
I doubt the EFF would ever be that competent, remember they sold Char an asteroid

>>48912116
Making a conquered world give you all its juicy resources is easier if there are still people on it. And no one important gives a shit about some dudes on a planet outside of Sol, so it's easier to exploit them.

>>48912215
They were really not very good. 99% of the casualties to zeons 1.

To the people arguing about Space Madness: People who have no business being in the military pass the psych evaluations all the time.

To the people arguing about fraternization: There is an awful lot to hate about the military commands involved in the World Wars. There's also a lot that's disgusting but necessary. There's even more that won't be a relevant part of military culture centuries from now, just as today we don't form entire battalions out of older man + younger boy pairings because we believe their bond of brotherly buttsex will make them protect their comrades more fervently as the ancient Thebans did. However, in this case the answer is fairly simple, Garret is the highest-ranking person around right now and nobody's checked to see whether Clearwater cares.

We now return to your regularly scheduled quest.

>>48912179

You can't even win wars against fucking farmers with AKs and are literally fighting so that the Saudis will keep paying Obama and Hillary. Have fun kissing Arab boot, hoorah!

>>48912279
>just as today we don't form entire battalions out of older man + younger boy pairings because we believe their bond of brotherly buttsex will make them protect their comrades more fervently
We don't?

>>48912279
But Wong, don't you know?

War.

War never changes.

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>>48912295
>It ain't me starts playing

>>48912289
>waahhh Guerillas are hard to get rid of and they are shitting on my poor Frenchmen

get rekt

>>48912279
>their bond of brotherly buttsex will make them protect their comrades more fervently as the ancient Thebans did
Didnt that actually work pretty well? Or was that just a dominions unit?

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>>48912306
>It Ain't Me
>Not I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire

>>48912321
How did it feel to have your entire army fall apart because of one man?

>>48912317
It did, actually. The Sacred Band were the hardest motherfuckers in Greece after Epaminondas rolled out his reforms. They just had the bad luck of ending up on the opposite side of Philip of Macedon at Chaeronea.

>>48912353
Probably like General Fairchild.

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"No thanks." You grunt. "You may be bored, but I'm not. Maybe some other time."

"That's a pity." She sighs, crossing her arms behind her head and going back to sleep. Or at least, she eventually stops humming that song, her chest rising and falling with the peaceful pace of her breathing.

You, however, have several nerve-wracking hours of constantly scanning for any sign of the Paladin. The only thing keeping you awake is fear, fear and Garret cracking jokes over the comms to keep everyone together. The adrenaline keeps you sharp, but it grabs the muscles of your back in razor-sharp talons and it twists them until it feels like your shoulders are made of driftwood.

Garret spots her twice more, and the second time you have to fight hard to resist the temptation to spray plasma in her direction and hope she's close enough for it to scratch her paintjob before it disperses. Meanwhile, your captive is sound asleep, a little smile on her fae.

Finally, though, you land on the cleared fields surrounding the Cicero, to the sound of cheers from a few onlookers who noticed you returning and decided to show up to greet you. Dame Wayland pops her cockpit ball open of her own volition, and is firmly escorted by a group of MPs with power armor, ominous-looking guns, and stun batons to the brig. You spot Marilyn and Irina watching the proceedings as your mech and your Manta board the ship again, and you give them a wave as you ride the liftwire down to the bay floor. Marilyn waves back enthusiastically, and Irina waves too, looking just a tiny bit embarrassed.

>[Be smooth]

>>48912404

>a little smile on her fae.

I always knew Avalon people had some weird pact with magic.

>>48912404
>Miss me?
>Pick her up in a bridal carry
>And to the victors go the spoils

>>48912421
Never trust the Fae.

>>48912404
Told you I'd make it back. Gun works pretty well too. Shot out the Ace's sensors with it.

>>48912434

This would require supporting votes because it involves truly picking a girl.

>>48912404
We should go to sleep.

>>48912434
How about not right now? Seriously man. Calm thy dick.

>>48912452
Remember man, Thunder cares for three things 80's music, women, and blood.

>>48912452
We pretty much told her we were going to fuck her when we got back

>thunderbird thinks with his dick
>Fuckanon thinks with warcrimes and jaded eyes
>some other piece of shit saying dumbass stuff

We should make a list.

>>48912459
These Musicals, and food but those are the big three
>>48912465
I use my other head every so often anon

>>48912474
*Theres not these

>>48912404
> So much for bad luck. Gun works great, by the way.

>>48912465
Fuckanon?

>>48912512
Dude just says "fuck" a lot.

>>48912461

We promised her quality time. With Roarke, that would totally be a trip to bonetown. With Amos, who knows? All we can do is give our input to Wong. If people want to bone up the loser, Wong will make it happen, probably, he usually does.

>>48912545
Its honestly not a big deal if we don't

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"Miss me?" You greet them with a smile, taking your helmet off.

"Yeah. I had to work, nobody gave me free food, and Riiiinaaaa was extra mean." Poor, hardworking Marilyn pouts.

"I told you I would worry. The rifle didn't malfunction or anything, did it?" Irina looks like she didn't get much sleep either, hugging a sheaf of papers against her chest with a smile.

"I told you I'd prove you wrong about being a failure." You grin proudly, "I popped the enemy ace's sensor core with it. So much for bad luck."

Her cheeks flush, "You melonhead. For once in my life I'm not disappointed."

"Better get used to that. You, me, vodka, tonight." Your brain is hazy from missing sleep and that feeling you get when the strings of stress holding you up are abruptly cut.

She smiles, and steps just a little bit closer, "Get some sleep first, Amos. I told Captain Clearwater that you nine would be exhausted and need a nap immediately when you returned. Of course, I framed it a...well, a little bit differently..."

"She said it would be intolerable if one of you made her look bad by crashing a Bahamutcorp machine because of fatigue!" Lin-Lin chips in.

"Doesn't matter, so long as it works. Come on, Amos, put your arm around me. I don't care what Lieutenant Asphodel says, let him talk." She grumbles, but supports you out of the bay. The walk is a bit of a blur, you're both quiet. Other people might have been looking, you don't care. You're not even sure if it's your room she takes you to, all you know is that moments after you strip off your pilot suit your cheek is against the pillow and your eyes slam shut. The warm, welcoming darkness of sleep embraces you.

Next session, Wednesday!

>>48912657
Thanks for running, Is all of this happening in real time or is this before where we are with Roarke?

>>48912635
that Paladin is still hanging around the base, isn't she? Just hover out of sensor range like a creep?

>>48912672

Like Fairchild at a cheerleading convention. At least, that's Amos' guess.

>>48912671

It's a bit before the present events with Roarke, but will catch up eventually.

Is the UJCIDF more or less corrupt than most real world militaries?

Hard mode: same question, but replace real world with gundam.

>>48912682
You would think with her position and money she would have no problem finding some girls that would overlook her personality

>>48912700
I think her secretary is one of them

>>48912727
She might be holding her parents hostage

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>>48912692
Thanks for running!

>>48912700

About that. There's a lot that power, money, and rank can and does buy for General Hermione Fairchild. Her physical needs are usually sated to her satisfaction, but...for her, part of the thrill comes from the conquest, firstly. Secondly, none of the things she has can buy her love, or make the women she REALLY wants to possess sleep with her.

>>48912750

Aw, that's just cute now.

>>48912699

I leave that to Anon to decide, I'm biased as the narrator and there are some things I know that you don't.

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>>48912770
S-shut up! it's not like I did for you or anything! I just wanted to make something...

>>48912699
Think it's less general corruption and more Fairchild. Any hardliner or non corrupt individual has either been retired, "Retired", or awaiting retirement. Its been stated that there has been constant shifts in the upper brass and the Greenskulls have shown that dealing with unwanted Jovians have been on her list.