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| Seth Skyblast | Nov 12 2007, 06:15 AM Post #1 |
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The Prodigal Son
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The ZGMF-3000Q Providence ZAKU landed on the desolate remains of Water Production Plant Alpha with what could only be called reverence, the Machine's sole eye moving to give the pilot a clear view of the production plant's scattered remains, including the largest part of debris - the one the ZAKU was currently on - where once people would have found the main living quaters. After a few moments the cockpit of the ZAKU hissed, the pistons moving as the lid lifted: Revealing the uniformed pilot inside, whom quickly activated the DNA and multi-layered system lockout on his ZAKU; hopping out of the cockpit with a high-powered assault rifle strapped to his back, landing on the debris and sighing, cocking the rifle and proceeding into a doorway, the darkened entrance to the massive, largely in tact dormitories. The only light came from the torch mounted on the bottom of his rifle and the smaller one in the left side of his helmet. |
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| CHASER | Nov 12 2007, 06:43 AM Post #2 |
Ace Pilot
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Drifting pieces of splintered metal drifted about some few metres off the surface of the demolished plant, not quite close enough to be held to its face by the low level of gravity the remains still had, not far enough to drift off into space. Not everything had been completely destroyed by Arbiter, even though its remains could no longer serve to accommodate any personnel, and among one of the larger pieces rested a large, green, Mobile Suit, the body of a thoroughly modified ZAKU Phantom; the HM ZAKU. Its bulk knelt down on the flooring of a larger room that remained partially intact, though whatever contents it once held were long pulled out into open space. The machine's torso was open to allow is pilot to stand on the marred flooring. "It's all gone... every single thing..." The young woman, fully clothed in her green and orange flight suit looked around uncertainly. She couldn't identify the room she was in, though she knew she must have been within rooms of that same location only weeks before. She didn't know what to think about all of this, it wasn't something she often gave much thought to. But this, this was something different. |
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| Seth Skyblast | Nov 12 2007, 06:58 AM Post #3 |
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Seth moved silently through the corridors, keeping his rifle trained on the area in front of him, glancing behind every now and then, an eerie feeling of being followed pervading his senses. The Pilot kicked open the door to the mess hall, swearing and releasing a burst of rifle fire at a corpse that floated right in front of him. He lowered the rifle instantly, horrified at what he had done. "Please forgive me..." He gently pushed the corpse away, re-raising his rifle and moving forwards, making sure to watch for more bodies. The seventeen year old jumping at the slightest sight and sound, moving through another doorway into a hallway and through another door to another hallway, to find a woman in an open room. Seth narrowed his eyes, dropping to his right knee and snarling. "Put your hands where I can see them, slowly, no sudden moves, and make sure your legs do not move more than what is required of them for you to turn." |
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| CHASER | Nov 12 2007, 07:49 AM Post #4 |
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Demichi didn't much care to wander about, with nowhere to be and no idea of what, if anything lay around a corner. Above that she couldn't leave her suit far behind, lest it fall away into space when, or if, a piece of the plant broke off. She turned about a few times to take in the sight of everything in its destroyed state before turning to her machine, more than ready to leave the desolate place to itself. She didn't even manage a step to her ZAKU before someone threw an order at her back, with what she could only imagine to be a gun. Obediently enough, she turned slowly, upper body first to glance behind her. Surely enough there was someone there with a rifle, though for whatever purposes he brought it along was beyond any stretch of the imagination. She slowly turned her body to face the young man fully, hands little more than drifting at her sides. The thought of her pulling out any form of weapon from a sealed suit with nothing attached externally was an odd one to her, but as the saying went, better safe than sorry, no? "Don't point that thing at me." A calm yet authoritative tone was struck, the fact that someone, a pilot for the Jovian Empire by his own suit, was prepared to shoot her not really affecting her speech other than the initial topic. It wasn't like she had any other option but to stand there for the moment. |
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| Seth Skyblast | Nov 12 2007, 06:33 PM Post #5 |
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Seth growled, re-cocking his rifle so that the pilot would understand the seriousness of their situation: They were - to him - an unknown in the midst of a place he held close to his heart and, in is mind; trespassing. The pilot rose from his kneeling position, crimson occulars narrowed at the unidentified intruder, the green and gold space suit designated them as neither friend nor foe, which to him placed the unknown as a possible hostile. At least, that was how his mind worked, and then the pilot turned: "Don't point that thing at me." Seth blinked, unconciously lowering his rifle. 'A woman?' He pointed the rifle at the ground, still keeping a firm grip on it. "My name is Seth Skyblast, Private First Class of the Jupiter Empire Elite Mobile Suit Corps. It's what that authority that I'm asking you who the hell you are and why you're here, of all places." The pain in seth's voice was evident at the word 'here', signifying how much Alpha truly meant to him and - possibly - all Jovians. Seth was not a violent person, nor was he iherently bloodthirsty... but war had scarred the seventeen year old horribly, and he was as grim as anyone twice his age. It was almost sad, that the innocence of the his generation had been torn away so brutally by the ravages of war. |
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