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Post by Narrator on Oct 25, 2014 20:31:51 GMT
Jaburo;
Formerly home to the headquarters for the Earth Federation. Positioned, in the center of the Amazon, this massive underground complex is composed a labyrinth of tunnels and buildings extensive enough to house a space ]port, defensive encampments and complex communication arrays. After Operation Stardust, this massive underground labyrinth was handed over to the Titans. For this reason, it has been considered a high priority target for dissent factions such as the Anti-Earth Union Group.
On the evening of March 11th, 0087, shooting stars streaked across the skies of the dense of jungle. It was an ill omen for this dying oasis. The air was heavy with tension. In all of the hearts of all the men and women present, they knew that something was about to happen. History was in the making.
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Post by Daniel Gage on Oct 25, 2014 20:50:39 GMT
Gage flapped the collar of his t-shirt under his half opened normal suit. It's too hot. Even with a functioning climate control in his new Marassai, the humidity crept through the cracks in the armor and made its way into the cockpit. No wonder Zeon couldn't successfully invade this place. It was too hot and humid to have a functioning army. He should've known better when he saw all of those soldiers at the outpost wearing light clothing.
Now, it was near dusk, they were finishing up their patrol a kilometer from the perimeter, and Gage was looking forward to a shower. That's when they got the call."Commander Ennis, we're picking up incoming on our scopes. Might be some falling debris, but we can't be too sure. Thirty clicks west of your position." What? How are we supposed to see anything over this canopy? Looking down at the ground, he was amazed his mobile suit found any traction at all. There was water everywhere; and lots of mud.
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Post by James Ennis on Oct 26, 2014 19:10:23 GMT
"Roger that, Control. We'll check it out. Keep your eyes on us all the same. Ennis out," the Commander replied, before adjusting the helmet he'd borrowed for his stint groundside (he'd had nothing but a normal suit to pilot in Jaburo during the '79 Drop, he'd be damned right to hell before going through that again).
"Always has to happen two minutes before we're done with a patrol, doesn't it?" he quipped to himself before keying the squadron link. "Alright people, time to go see if we've got unwelcome guests. Melchoir, we're on the left. Gaspar, take the right. Spread out but keep one another in sight: if this is the real deal we'll want the room to move, but don't get caught on your own out here. Double time, people."
With a flash of its monoeye the Marasai bearing the Headhunter insignia began stomping through the jungle towards the suspected drop point. Ennis felt a moment of gratitude that his first MS battle had been on this terrain, but quashed it. Now was a bad time to be nostalgic.
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Post by Julian Miller on Oct 26, 2014 20:18:45 GMT
Resting within the cockpit of his GM Quel, Julian took a deep breath as he listened to the hum of his machine's Minovsky Reactor through the several inches of metal that separated him from it. Dressed in a white t-shirt with the top half of his normal suit hanging loosely at his waist, the golden necklace and pendant that usually remained hidden under his uniform rested neatly on his chest. Taking a sip from the straw in the water bottle in his hand, his blue eyes looked around the 360-degree panoramic screen that surrounded him, giving him an excellent view of the Amazonian jungle that his machine was standing in.
Despite his calm demeanor, Julian was starting to feel a little antsy. It had been a few weeks since he had joined the newly christened 'Magi' Team and been redeployed to Earth, scouring the jungles around Jaburo for AEUG activity. Still, despite their efforts they had yet to find anything. He had heard some rumors about a couple of spies posing as journalists being taken into custody but there were no real signs of the enemy. In fact, the ruined remains of Zeon Zakus, Doms and Goufs were the closest they had come to hostile contacts.
Sure all the useless patrolling was getting frustrating but he knew he just had to be patient. They'd get their chance to fight soon. It was only a matter of time.
It was just then that the voices of Gage and his Flight leader, Lieutenant Commander Ennis, came over the comms. Almost immediately a smirk crossed Julian's lips. Finailly, he thought to himself, they're finally deciding to show themselves.
Replying, "Roger. Melchoir Three, moving out," Julian quickly brought his machine back to full combat readiness. Hefting its large shield in one hand and Beam Spray Gun in the other, the Quel's orange visor flashed to life as if to signal its aggression. Taking up a position to the left of Ennis' Marasai, Julian adopted the extreme flank of the Magi Team's formation. It was dangerous for sure but he knew he was ready for the responsibility. It would also give him the opportunity to operate a little more independently and get a drop on the enemy if the need arose.
His hands tightening on the controls, he muttered to himself, "Riding into battle once more, we knights in shining armor..."
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Post by Katharyn Holcroft on Oct 26, 2014 22:43:05 GMT
Katharyn Holcroft, for whom this was the first deployment on Earth, was understandably nervous. Since their redeployment to Jaburo, tasked with hunting down the AEUG, she was getting used to fighting in this new theater, in spite of some misgivings - under a heavy canopy and surrounded by trees, visibility was limited, and maneuvering room not much better. Due to the oppressive heat and humidity, Katharyn had dispensed entirely with her normal suit, which she had left at the base. She wore instead her service uniform - excepting only her jacket, which was tied around her waist. At her belt, in the usual black leather holster, her pistol, loaded, and two spare magazines. She sat in her GM QUEL's cockpit, vigilantly watching her monitor and sensors.
And then she heard Gage's transmission, warning them of new signals thirty klicks west, followed by Commander Ennis's orders. "Melchior 2, Roger that." She transmitted tersely. She tweaked her controls, and her GM QUEL, taking up a position on Commander Ennis's right flank, peeled off towards the left.
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Post by Hilda Steiner on Oct 27, 2014 4:27:36 GMT
Rick Dias Gemini One
Hilda leaned back in her shock frame, letting the flames dance across her display as her Rick Dias fell to Earth in the protective shroud its ballute pack. Only a small infiltration team - with luck, they won't risk launching their long range missiles on a team this small she figured. Her Dias, and the other eight mobile suits in her team, were screaming through the atmosphere on a drop course for the antiair outpost with a time on the deck several hours before the main assault force started its landing. Means we have to be quick about this - and roll through any Feddies that get in our way just as quick she figured as the fire subsided and she finished reentry. Jettisoning her ballute pack, Hilda lined up for Landing Zone Falcon - her team's landing and assembly area. She held her breath, slowly breathing out once they reached low altitude and no fire tried to swat them from the sky. At least one thing goes to plan... she thought, a dull thud resounding through her suit as she hit the deck. Her chute auto-detached as she brought up the clay bazooka, slapping a magazine of conventional shells into it as she started forward.
The sights around her were familiar - she'd been here before, doing something remarkably similar. "Form up" she called to her team, consulting her map. They'd dropped north of their objective, with Jaburo on the far side of the thing relative to them, giving them a much lower chance of getting pinned without a clean line of retreat, or happening onto a passing Feddie patrol. "Objective thirty klicks south, folks. Get ready to move. Main assault force isn't that far behind us, so let's get this done . Eyes and ears" she called to the team, not even realizing they didn't have any 'ears' to listen with as she recited the old mantra...
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Post by Yazan Gable on Oct 28, 2014 0:46:26 GMT
Jaime Neston Gasper 3 GM Quel
Jaime wiped a hand across his brow, pulling away the sweat. He was in a uniform with the sleeves rolled up, and feeling entirely relieved to be free of a normal suit
"Man, I'm happy to be back Earthside...but I forgot how hot it was after all that time in space." Jaime continued to move his Quel as part of the patrol. True to his word, Ennis had made him polish his new machine to a spit shine, but in the end it was worth it to get back into a rig. They had received some new machines when they had made landfall, and Jaime was emphatically not invited to have one of them after his little stunt. In all fairness, it was well deserved...and a bit of a mixed blessing.
I don't care what they say...I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing those dammed Zeke Cyclopes on our side. What the hell was wrong with the GM faceplate anyway?
Seeing them brought back bad memories, and even if he was itching to try out a higher spec unit, he was happy to be back in a Quel.
"How are you doing Gage? Have any sign of anything?" Jaime called over the line to his wing. Ennis had seemed fit to keep the same group as last time together, and it seemed to fit well enough.
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Post by Fred Castle on Oct 28, 2014 1:42:30 GMT
Rick Dias Gemini Two
As concerned as he'd felt about the drop, it hadn't been that bad, shook more than the air drop he'd done during the war but overall hadn't been vastly different. The worst part was that it looked like you were in an oven while going down, though it also helped that nothing had gone wrong either. Once they'd landed though, he decided that the drop itself had been the comfortable part of the op, he was used to fighting on Earth, but in Australia's climate, granted no one wore normal suits there either, but they'd just come down from space so he was stuck in one of the things. This humid and hot environment was not a welcome change, and neither was ther terrain, Fred had no experience in either, but he knew that just like his first time in a Mobile Suit, his options were adapt or die.
The one good thing about the terrain was that it would help prevent them from being ambushed, but he still didn't like it either, he was used to flatter ground, or fighting in ruined cities from the colony drop, this area felt much to confined for his Mobile Suit, even if there was more than enough room for it. After landing, he'd ejected what was left of his ballute, and did a quick system check to make sure nothing was wrong before readying his weapons. Steiner told them to form up, and said the objective was south of their location. He moved into formation, following Steiner's machine. She'd said "eyes and ears", but Fred didn't see either being much use in this terrain, not as much as he'd like anyway, in Australia with the GM's better sensors, they could see Zakus before the enemy was in range to fire back, but an area like this led to close combat for the same reason as urban fighting.
Still, she said they were thirty klicks away from the objective, so they didn't have far to go at least, during the war they had to get around in their GMs without any kind of transport for practically every op, compared to that thirty klicks was nothing assuming no contact with the enemy. "Gemini Two here, got it boss. On you." he said to her to let her know he was ready and in formation.
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Post by Victoria Sinclair on Oct 28, 2014 5:21:05 GMT
Marasai Gaspar One
Victoria was visibly dealing well with the humidity, it wasn't too far out of what she dealt with, although it was definitely a step up from home with how hot and humid. What was really helping her through this unwanted experience however was the new machine she was riding in, RMS-1108 Marasai. If someone didn't see the Zeon influences they were blind or stupid. The only thing she had an issue with was the color but when wasn't that an issue? Still if this kept up half of this thing would be brown if this mud had it's way.
The alert made Victoria perk up and slip the helmet she'd gotten from the ground forces on. "Roger Melchoir One." Victoria set the pace with her Marasai and held her Mega Beam Rifle tenderly, keeping an eye out. "Nice and easy you two, I don't want to have to call in a salvage team to haul one of you out of the mud."
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Post by Jim Anderson on Oct 30, 2014 4:12:47 GMT
GM Rechts Taurus Two
The drop had been a new experience for Chuck - who knew you don't get training to conduct an opposed reentry unless you're crazy enough to try it? Ah, well, better than being in the giant targeting box that'll be the main drop. Missiles, triple-A from the Black Legs fleet, and a whole shitpot of mobile suits, with one hit to your unarmored ballute enough to get you a real bad case of dead? No thank you. Happy our advance drop went off without a hitch he thought, slinging his rifle up as his Rechts reached Terra Firma. Long time... he thought, recalling better times. Now, let's get this show on the road... God knows this is going to be enough of a cluster-fuck as it is. Half-trained and barely-led milita troops against what I devoutly hope is a rear-echelon EFA unit slugging it out in the jungle, where sensors are worth fuck-all and optical is the only thing that really works. The more disciplined and more tightly-integrated team wins this one... and we really need the other guys to be incompetent, because this 'team' doesn't want to work together. Three new additions in a week? Shit, those of us who trained together still barely know each other's moves? Who's the genius who committed us to combat...
With that, he saw that the team had landed, and Hilda and Eddy had both given the team their lines of march. Chuck slid into Eddy's 4 o'clock, keeping a nice standoff range while still with a good overlap on his field of fire. The AEUG formation had began its advance on the air defense outpost - of course, they were still thirty klicks out, and the Titans had a patrol taking a look at their datum...
==GM note - neither team can see the other at this time; they are still ~25 kilometers apart==
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Post by Yazan Gable on Oct 30, 2014 21:46:38 GMT
. "Roger Melchoir One.Nice and easy you two, I don't want to have to call in a salvage team to haul one of you out of the mud." "Aye aye Lieutenant." Jaime called back, a hint of humor in his voice at the idea. "I'd hate to ruin that shine job even more." Jaime had figured that the best way to get over any hassle about his punishment detail was to be as blunt about it as possible, In reality, his Quel was already thoroughly broken in again after slogging through an inconceivable amount of mud. "I marked the last mud pit on the map. We should know to avoid it next time." Jaime called over comms, adjusting the angle of his beam spray gun. =Tagging scenery aspect=
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Post by Benjamin Regard on Nov 1, 2014 4:17:20 GMT
GM Rechts Gemini Three
Well now, that wasn’t all that bad, almost enjoyable, Ben thought to himself as he brought his Rechts to a careful stop. He expected a much more turbulent ride given he was in a mobile suit but it was surprisingly tame. And nothing went wrong either. No ballute failures, no one taking pot shots at his vulnerable form, no fire from Jaburo itself. All in all it was a walk in the park. Not he planned on doing it again anytime soon, not over Jaburo at least.
Purging what was left of his ballute pack, he ran a quick diagnostic on his systems and sensors. Everything was in working order and it looked to be the same for the rest of the squadron, each of them coming down around him and forming up on Hilda’s Rick Dias as she gave her orders out. The objective was fairly close but it was still in the mess of trees. No time to wait around. “Gemini Three, right behind ya,” he said, falling into formation.
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Post by Daniel Gage on Nov 2, 2014 2:58:55 GMT
"Nice and easy you two, I don't want to have to call in a salvage team to haul one of you out of the mud." "Easier said than done. I don't think we'll find spacenoids in a swamp, Lieutenant."That's right. The last time that happened was the One Year War; When Zeon invaded Earth and [consequently] Odessa. He had little experience in ground combat. His mobile suit felt a little too heavy, and the pull of gravity a little too hard. The Marasai, a finely built machine, did nothing but necessarily exaggerate all of his movements. The subtlety of space combat held no meaning here. He would have to do things the hard way. "I don't like this. It's easy to get ambushed here."His experience told him contrary to any existing thought in his head. This was a bad idea. Everything about it was bad. Taking mobile suits into their utmost environmental extreme was begging for an accident, or worse.
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Post by Jim Anderson on Nov 4, 2014 2:21:57 GMT
GM Rechts Taurus Two Two hours after Zodiac Squadron landed...
Chuck swore as his footing remained far less sure than he preferred. This is really slow going. We're still at least another hour to the objective, and fuck knows if there's anything else around here, because everything's fucked in this jungle - thermal, motion, radar, nothing works but good old fashioned opt - "Oh shit" he swore with heartfelt intensity.
Chuck had rounded a corner and found himself face to face with a new mobile suit in Titans livery.
"Contact south!" he called reflexively, elevating his rifle as he pulled in behind his shield. Chuck threw his suit into a boosted dash, snaking around the side of his opponent - who has seen him and was already reacting - while firing his rifle the whole way. Chuck spared a minute to glance and saw at least another 2 units - he couldn't get a precise count, but that was bad. "Three-plus Titans in close, engaging offensive" he snapped, surprise having him snap out the statement in clipped, precise military terminology.
Very Federal terminology, anyone who had fought for the Federal Forces would note.
With that, though, Chuck kicked his sights back onto the point man for the enemy formation. He'd snapped off a handful of shots to keep himself from being an easy target. Now he put quick-reaction fire on the lead target, and the sounds of combat echoed through the jungle as beam fire streaked for the leader.
[Tactical Fire/Standard Weapon for Gage, Close Range. Razor Boost, High agility Setback]
==GM Note - All units on both sides are now targetable. Starting range for this combat is close==
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Post by Hilda Steiner on Nov 4, 2014 2:53:34 GMT
Rick Dias Gemini One
Hilda sighed as they kept going. This is taking forever... at least this time I can stay in the mobile suit and don't have to leave it behind and leg it in... in a damned Feddy uniform to boot she sighed, reacalling something she really was happier forgetting. A glance down at her tac displays showed they were still well away from the objective. She thanked someone that space-model mobile suit cockpits were air and heat-tight, and thus the humidity that had invaded her Zaku last time here was at least held at bay by her climate control.
With that bit of wishing over, she looked back out, knowing that visual was the only sensor that really worked this deep in the jungle. She wanted her team to stay sharp, and the squadron was in a single column, with Taurus up front. Just about time to shift Gemini to point so we don't have Taurus get fatig -
Chuck's call of contact snapped her head around, and the streaks of weapons fire left no doubt that they'd stumbled into a passing patrol.
"All groups, break and attack. Watch your fields of fire, and for fuck's sake, eyes open for ambushes" she snapped almost as soon as Chuck had called contact. The follow-up call of strength left her even more unhappy, as did his immediate declaration of Titans. This just gets better and better. Three-plus means at least four, maybe 6 or 8 she fumed as she slammed her throttles up, her Dias breaking into a 'sprint' to get up and support the rest of the team. She drew both beam pistols as she surged forward, readying for the inevitable close quarters brawl this was going to turn into. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the group Chuck was firing into. His fire was scattered, clearly reactive at first before it settled down onto a new model. Hilda dropped her pipper right onto one of the unengaged black legs, picking on a GM for her first victim of the day. She mashed her triggers, and the receiving unit would see her Rick Dias materialize seemingly out of the shadows, firing both weapons as she closed on him, firing the whole time. All that was missing was a berserker's war cry to make this seem like something out of a bad historical vid, but shock tactics worked. Or at least, I hope they do she thought as she kicked fire into the prick.
[Tactical Fire/Beam Pistols/Close range for Neston. Backstabber Upgrade, Brawler Upgrade, Assault weapon Boost, low agility target. Net 2 Upgrades, 2 Boosts] Both Beam pistols 1/2 remaining
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