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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

Ms. Calisa Monet- Hangar..still...





Because of her being assigned to the special ops team of the Army and not receiving any orders (since she usually didn't move to handle direct combat. So things like defending the base? Yeah, she wasn't going to move to handle without any direct orders from her superiors. So she had decided to take a nap in her Konig Wolf, which she nick named shadow -how creative /sarcasm/-.


Wreaking of alcohol, she lie in her cockpit with her eyes closed mouth wise open and drool sliding down the side of her face just a little bit. A snore was accompanied with it before a blarring alarm she had set for messages of priority (mainly those from her superiors) caused her to scream as she woke up,"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE HELL."


What she woke to was all of her monitors in the cockpit going black with a blinking red "alert" flashing on each one. It only lasted a few seconds longer, before her main monitor gave way to the email that the old man had sent.

Send New Email

New Email Received

Alcesi Elkin

Send New Email

New Email Received

New Target

Hey, you think you can deal with this? Seems like these guys are trying to get away, and I won't be able to reach them before they get some backup.

-Alcesi E.

After reading, she rubbed her head just a bit her lack of water in her alcohol meal from earlier, giving way to a headache from dehydration. A deep sigh followed, as she slid out a little "table" that projected a keyboard and allowed her to begin typing a response message.

Send New Email

New Email Received

Alcesi Elkin

Send New Email

New Email Received

RE: New Target

Seems easy enough, hard copy.


- Ms. Monet

She sent the message and and soon her konig wolf was released from the restraints it had on it, its sniper rifle sitting on its back neatly. She took in the picture and calculated the necessary calculations she need to get the shots she wanted at the speed she wanted, in the time she wanted. Her typing adjusted the Zoid's calibration for the sniper rifle, the pressure in the joints, the height etc.


When she was satisfied, the Zoid bust out of the hangar ignoring all protocol and headed out into the battlefield. Instead of running directly into it, she ran along side of where most of the action was, using her throttle to keep the wolf heading towards its full speed, while adjusting the sites and aiming on the sniper rifles. (note with the sniper rifles the wolf is a little slower, but still faster by a bit than bio raptors)


"Targets in sight," she commented on the open comm, mainly addressing Al before she finally got one in range and was able to rotate the sniper rifle on top to take aim. With her advanced targeting system (and mods to make the sniper rifle rotate quicker and more fluid) she entered the calibrations, adjusting for wind speed, bullet drop, speed of the biorpator, speed of the konig and distnace. When she finished the calibrations, a loud BEEP to acknowledge lock sounded, but the firing reticle was bit in front of the bioraptor.


One of the rifles fired, slamming through the raptor's leg, before almost immediately after the other fire slamming through its neck causing it to fall to the ground disabled.


"One....." she commented, adjusting the aim for the next and with the precision of the first, taking it out,"Two....." The raptors at this point were closing in on their backup, and her calculations had to be a little more rushed. She was able to take a third one out, but it was done more sloppily than the first two, it hitting near the tail of his body, before the other bullet hitting the centre of mass.


She rushed her calculations even more on the final one, firing twice with the first shot barely missing hitting the third behind it, and the second catching it dead in its centre of mass, but not doing enough to take it down only slowing it down. She had sped ahead of the raptor at this point, and had to pull off before she ended up running straight out of her zone of comfort.


So with a pull of a throttle, the konig wolf jumped and turned right and then smoke had dispersed around it as it disappeared into the darkness of the clouds,"Someone catch that last one...I hit it, but i had to pull out before cleaning it up. I slowed it down considerably, so you shouldn't have any issues with it......"


(left it open for anyone to take it out)





@DamagedGlasses @Der Kojote @Shura

 

[The Kaosophile]

Edurad Desert, 11:50AM - Present


Ezra Bleier rose his hand to his mouth, using two fingers to turn an invisible key in his lips. 'Mute.' Ezra craned his head up and pulled down his shirt collar, letting his injuries perform the explanation. He had two scars on his neck, one was thin, straight, and almost invisible for healing, this one was where the surgeons extracted Ezra's damaged larynx, replacing it with an artificial model, devoid of vocal folds, due to medical limitations and time constraints. The other scar was the one that told a story. It was pale and fleshy, starting in a perpetually-aggravated bulb of red scartissue, due to the activity of his epiglottis two inches to the right of Ezra's laryngeal prominence. The scar swung up over the laryngeal ridge, and back down as it approached the side of Ezra's neck, making one slight curl inwards before fading into unharmed skin. As Ezra pulled his collar back up, Haru's displays showed the location of the other end of the clearcomm line, and Ezra did a double-take. The source of the transmissions was a Zoid so massive and bulky, it was a wonder there was a hangar in the world large enough and sturdy enough to service it.


Note to self, find out where the hell they were keeping that thing.


Size envy? Libi's voice echoed in Ezra's mind, distant and weak behind the suppressing medication, but even her memory couldn't pass up that remark.


Pretty sure Haru's bigger strictly dimension-wise, but that thing fills up the entire length and width. It must weigh as much as a planet. HOW DOES IT MOVE? Ezra made his way over to his CO so he could sync up artillery fire for a more constant barrage, and not at all because he wanted to confirm Haru is really bigger.


@Der Kojote

 

[Der Kojote]

Jacob Saunders

On the field making Tchaikovsky Jealous

​

Jacob nodded to the pilot on the other line. "Roger that..." He cringed a bit when he saw the scars. "Damn and I thought the pictures of my shattered jaw were bad..." He Flipped a few switches and pressed a few keys, "Added you to military comm, we'll get you checked in properly when things Aren't shooting at us. In the mean time... Well that's a nice Darkhorn with a crap tonne of weaponry. Anything that isn't us...I have just One order, and two words. Go. Nuts." With that he turned to other matters, apparently the battle field was getting hectic.


He heard Victor over the comm, "Alright Redirecting cannons 1-12 to targets on the flank. 13-17 will remain on center to pick of the stragglers." Already Moloch was attempting to rain down hell upon the enemies. The thundering of artillery could be felt in the cockpit. Then something unexpected happened. A familiar voice came over the intercom, "Berry and Ashlin reporting in. The enemy lines are thinning out, but a small group has broken off from to circle around to the west." Jacob blinked a few times...that was Ashlin...and she was reporting with Berry? What was going on. He opened up a comm channel to the Gojalus. What he saw was Ashlin sitting on Berry, or at least, Ashlin almost being overwhelmed by Berry's ruffles. His glasses fell down his nose a bit, and the look on his face showed it all, confusion pure and simple. "Ashlin...what happened!?"





@Shura


@The Kaosophile


@Demensia


@Hungry Hungry Hobo

 

[Syrena]

Elsa Dryden

[North of Diplo Base; Attacking the Enemy's Flank]

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“This isn't heroics.” She shrugged. Then, remembered Viktor couldn’t see her.


Her zoid slammed into the ground; mechanical limbs coiled with hot anticipation. Yellow sand shifted underneath her, shuddering under the impact of eighty-six tons of weight and the increasingly close rumble of artillery fire as she slid forward. The exposed circuitry sparked madly along the Lightning Saix’s belly and turned the surrounding air white.


The Lightning Saix sprang forward again—an easy gallop—and veered into the narrow opening. The unstable ground made the movement jerky. Off-putting. Viktor felled a raptor on the right with a shot through the throat and tripped up another one, widening the narrow opening. Elsa shifted in her seat and sliced through the gap.


Her zoid’s claws dug into the sand and her forward momentum stopped. The seat straps cut uncomfortably against her neck. She started to turn, and her zoid flicked its long tail. The thin stick of metal smacked against the body of another raptor with enough force to knock it over. And it squealed, rolling in the sand.


Elsa guided her zoid through the rest of the turn, using the pulsing force from her sudden stop. She slipped into the empty space between the lines of bio-zoids and checked the environmental scanner. Color bleed off the screen and images flickered in and out. She switched the screen off, vaguely aware that another line of enemy zoids was creeping up behind her.


Maybe this is fucking heroics.


The floating sand particles made it hard to see the backs of the bio-raptor group she had cut through. She waited for a heartbeat of a second; some of the sand settled near her zoid’s feet. Elsa blinked, debating, and then dashed back through the line. She trampled a downed raptor. But the pack of bio-zoids was too broken to do any more melee damage.


She loped halfway back to the Gun Sniper and swished around to pepper several of the remaining bio-zoids with gunfire. Elsa slowly eased off the trigger. "My scanner's fried and I can't see much with the sand. Kiara's on her own."


@Hungry Hungry Hobo @XxDeAwesomeNessxX @Battlefield

 

[Penelope Burns]

Vienna Louis

Airspace outside of Diplo​

Vienna flew over the explosions and gunfire, watching bio zoid after bio zoid get torn apart by the massive firepower. The battle looked to be a quick one, if a bit dangerous. Whatever this group was meant to be, it wasn't anything more than a pest.


Just as she prepared to fire a few rounds as cover fire for one of the many snipers, a loud beeping filled her cockpit. "Missiles incoming, evasive action!" She said to Falco, knowing that he'd do what he could.


Her confidence wasn't misplaced, with full control Falco dived to the ground, only pulling up when they both knew the missiles wouldn't be able to recover. Once leveled out and back in the air, Vienna regained control and headed to where the missiles seemed to appear from.


They showed up on radar almost instantly: four Bio Kentro firing anti-air missiles. She didn't even realize they could be built for that, but regardless they weren't staying around long. With the push of a button she fired on them, turning all four into ash within seconds.


With that immediate danger clear, she began flying around the battlefield, feeding live information to Central so they could plan accordingly.


@Nobody @Battlefieldfuntimes

 

[Ixacise]

Vis-Bar


His heart was steadily racing as he felt his luck would either fall apart or he would manage to be victorious. Leering over the window looking at the action in play his fingers tensed ready to fire at his targets. It was like a ballet in the rhythm of the flow of hitting and then missing. Although for him his hits were were fairly consistent. Occasionally he would wiggle his grip on the screen almost as if it would psychically follow his will and allow him to make his mark.


Vis wiped some sweat off his brow but not before spastically going back to the controls. It was quite hot in here but his intense focus on thing wasn't quite helping in keeping him... cool. It was too late as the more time passed the more the fatigue built up as the lights flashed around him with various noises accompanying them. He straddled the edge and the ground was getting shaky. His eyes narrowed and he gave one last effort and a slap at the button but it too late. He already slipped up with one fatal bad move and the battle was over. Vis let out a sigh as he gulped down another drink and admired his handiwork. Although he failed his self-imposed goal he still did pretty damn well. He scored firstplace on the pinball High Score and that was left amidst the seas of crude three letter misspelling was enter his initials in.