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| Alastair | Nov 6 2007, 11:58 AM Post #1 |
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| Alastair | Nov 9 2007, 06:00 PM Post #2 |
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48 Hour ka-blooie. |
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| Seth Skyblast | Nov 9 2007, 06:09 PM Post #3 |
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[size=2]OOC: Alpha went boom?![/size] |
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| Alastair | Nov 9 2007, 06:17 PM Post #4 |
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Alpha went boom. |
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| Seth Skyblast | Nov 9 2007, 06:45 PM Post #5 |
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[size=2]You bastard! My puppy was there >.>[/size] |
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| Alastair | Nov 9 2007, 06:48 PM Post #6 |
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Life's harsh. Would make for a good reaction post. Hint hint hint. |
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| Seth Skyblast | Nov 9 2007, 06:51 PM Post #7 |
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[size=2]Wouldn't that count as a launch?[/size] |
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| Alastair | Nov 9 2007, 06:56 PM Post #8 |
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Not unless your reaction is to attack Arbiter. |
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| Seth Skyblast | Nov 9 2007, 07:08 PM Post #9 |
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[size=2]Alright, I'll just run out and grab my new keyboard and then do it... this one is fucked.[/size] |
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| Seth Skyblast | Nov 10 2007, 01:10 AM Post #10 |
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[size=2]Seth watched the engagement between Arbiter and Alpha on his holo-screen with stunned silence, his eyes widening as the golden beam of energy fired from Arbiter and ripped through Alpha, the entire plant going up in a plume of flames; the entire facility wiped out in an instant. The Pilot opened his mouth, a single syllable word roaring from his lips: "NO!" The door to his room hissed open, two pilots rushing in. "Seth? What's a m-- Holy shit!" The first pilot stared at the screen, not believing what he was seeing; whilst the other one simply fell to his knees. Seth panted, angry tears welling in his eyes. "They destroyed it, the sons of bitches destroyed the entire facility... everyone... dead..." The crimson eyed Seth snarled, his midnight hair swaying. "I swear, I swear on my mother and father that I'll kill the fuckers who did this. I'll hunt down the bastards and kill them myself!" All throughout the area, people were already mourning the loss of the brave souls at Water Production Plant Alpha.[/size] |
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| Rodrin | Nov 10 2007, 03:04 PM Post #11 |
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Commander of EU :Newtype:
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No one would have guessed that the new shot heard around the world would really be in space. So far and distant, yet how it impacted those watching the special broadcast. By special request from the Sulaymaan Republic, every world news media aired live the most recent offensive against the Jovian menace. Not one individual could have believed it-yet there it was. A massive beam fired from Space Fortress Arbiter struck the Water Production Facility of the Jupiter Empire with devastating results. In a moment, the once life-giving facility became no more, vanished in the brilliant light that could only be described as ethereal. It was as if the hand of God had cast it away in punishment to the sinning mortals. Stunned silence stretched on for a few seconds of eternity. Inside the dark paneled walls of the Grand office in Lexington, the Imperator sat in the large leather, cushioned chair facing an all-purpose monitor. He laid his head with his mouth against his interlocked hands. He leaned slightly forward as he watched the broadcast. He remained emotionless but his eyes. They stared at the display with frightening intensity. Cold and calculating…indifferent to the lives lost in the attack. They only saw the potential it meant for the Earth, for the defeat of its enemies. “A deviously devastating move by Alastair Riothamus. A killing stroke performed with marvelous execution.” While there were other, faster killing blows that could have been made, he compared this to a swift blow to the larynx. By crushing it, the victim would die a sure death from suffocation. “With dry lips and parched throats, the Empire’s citizens will soon turn to their government seeking aid. When little can be provided, their desperation will turn to anger for them maintaining such a weapon for so long, and finally hate for not ending this war.” This prospect intrigued him and he continued to run with it as he heard the icy silence shatter outside his door as the citizens of Earth began to cheer for the blow struck against their enemy. |
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Name: Rodrin Durtal Group: Earth Union Rank: Brigadier General MS: Nu Gundam Wars come and go but my soldiers are eternal. ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
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| Antom Stride | Nov 10 2007, 04:08 PM Post #12 |
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Within a local Lexington pub, 3 Earth Union soldiers sat, including Major Antom Stride, and two lower ranking pilots. While the major took a sip from his beverage, the television broadcast would be interupted by a broadcast from the Sulaymaan Republic, and on the screen was the footage of what had happened to a water production facility held by the Jupiter Empire. Everyones eyes widened as they saw this treachorous situation unfold. A golden beam would collide with the center of the lively production facility, and within seconds the entire facility would explode due to a chain reaction, and there would be nothing more than stardust around the area. Antom dropped his head as this would unfold. "All those civilians working to help their families survive under the jovian government..." Antom thought to himself. A galliant light erupted once the large beam from Arbiter hit the facility, it seemed to illuminate all of space. "Arbiter.... we were the ones who helped capture that space fortress..." Antom stated to the young soldiers sitting at the table with him. "Would if this were still in the jovians hands, what could have happened to our precious Earth and civilians..." Antom said to them continuing to talk. This would be one of the largest tragedies of this century. Antom felt for those who were lost, and the families the deaths would affect, but none the less this was just another reason why Antom would fight to end this war, once and for all. |
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| Londenar Fu | Nov 10 2007, 04:41 PM Post #13 |
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JyaJyaJaa~n
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News had traveled fast. Rumors of a superweapon turned against its creators. Mass panic of the civilians as they wondered where they would get their next cup of water. Anger and remorse amongst the officers as they turned on each other to lay blame for the whole fiasco. Londenar took it all in calmly as he helped the engineers and mechanics repair surviving mechs and ships as they came in. He wasnt really bothered by the apparent cut-off of water. He knew that the Empire had an adequate water supply. The loss of the largest water production facility, while a blow, would not dehydrate the Empire. Ice floes on Mars, floating chunks of ice in the asteroid belt, passing comets, Saturn's rings; all these could be used to supplement the water supply until a new water plant could be put into place. He was angered that he hadn't thought of a counter to the blasted cannon though. Every superweapon should be developed concurrently with a defense. Finishing up the repairs to the last of the current refugee ships, he went back to his quarters and began pulling out old design plans for shields. Working feverishly between repair shifts, he knew it would only be a matter of time before Arbiter fired again...
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Pilot Designation: Londenar Fu Military Allegiance: Martian Colonial Alliance Mobile Suit: N/A You know you're in trouble when.... ![]() the afterimages start shooting at you. Because it is awesome | |
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