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Post by Guy of G » Tue Nov 12, 2019 8:56 pm

Sans_the_Medic wrote:
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“Sending people against something they have no chance against is foolish, barely anything we have is on the level of that monster. Hell, did you see what it did to the Getter Arc? Laid it out like a cardboard box.”

Baku and Takuma bristle at the rather insensitive reminder that the Tyrant had utterly dominated and humiliated them earlier in the battle and did it while it was crippled at that.

“The old man is half right though, the few of you capable went off without a concrete strategy in the event one of those things was active. We cannot afford people acting like they’re the chosen one or some other inane shit in this final push, it's vital we destroy whatever research they have before the Dinosaurs retreat or else we’ll be seeing entire squadrons the likes of Bug Jr. over the skies of Europe very soon...”

“Hey I was making do with what I could, I TRIED to make a plan everyone ignored me.” Rob complained, Jackson however...

“You should’ve tried harder.”

“Oh for fucks sake...”



“As for you two its simple, I will be piloting the Arc with Takuma and Baku to lead half of the Getter teams in infiltrating their underground by boring a stable tunnel that will bypass the defenses topside and divert their attention towards our little spelunking expedition.” Jin began addressing the dolls.

“With Getter’s tunnels you robots and FPA spec ops units will get a means of entry into their facilities so we can we can try to get a good picture of their actual strength and numbers, kill or destroy anything that looks important and lastly; locate where the grand prize is: The main research labs.”

One of the Getter corps pilots mouths off to his chief’s plan.

“This plan reeks of desperation, how are we going to fight these monsters in their own domain? Even if they’re insanely weak to getter rays.”

“There's no other option, the only realistic way we’ll crack the fortress they turned that national park into is with a G-Bomb. And we all know what the dinos are keeping underground.”

“Ok, but what exactly are we gonna do with rejects like that fox girl and the mercenaries?”

The pilot points to Nyra, the foxgirl as she slept in the room without a care in the world. To which Jackson simply shrugs.
“Think of it this way, they’ll be shooting at the FPA less with them running amok the front, especially since it was all due to them that “Bug Jr.” didn’t get the chance to turn our armor and infantry divisions into atoms. And besides, you think I’d throw my men away into a deathtrap just like that?”

“Glad to know you’re giving us the greatest possible assistance Captain...”

“Live with it, you crazies have gone through worse.”

As the two commanding officers discussed the mission the MPs escorted two newcomers into the briefing room. They were of the Mercenary group hired to participate, one was a man in a suit and the other was a scarred woman with a hardened look.

“Where is Rasputin? He is absent still, he doesn’t seem to be the type to sulk off after being scolded...” She inquired.
"With all due respect sir, me and Sopmod, as much as we've... Had our differences, have fought through a lot together. These dinos aren't even third place in out toughest enemies to fight. Well, infrantry wise at least. As long as we don't run face first into one of those bug mech things, we should be able to deal with any threat we come across down there."

"STAR, I wouldn't be so sure... From what I've just heard these guys are tough... Those mechasaurs in that hangar would probably be stage 2 to 3 ELID tier, if not worse. I agree that we could probably handle most light threats but..... We certainly could use some backup. Is there anything we can bring with us that would allow us to keep our relative concealment but work as insurance for if we encounter any heavy enemies?"

However before the officers would be able to respond, the screen at the head of the boardroom would flicker online; displaying a logo of a black-trunked tree with red leaves and a white double helix around it for just a few seconds before a face appears. "Sorry for interrupting, everyone. My name is Admiral Jordan Groves of the SAS Halcyon Glaze, a Skirmisher class battleship. I don't know if your orbital command team has informed you of us but I'm just here to say we're finally getting our air raid underway, so hold on to your hats. Over and out."


Over the coasts of Italy then came a dot on the horizon, then another, then dozens upon dozens and then several hundreds of strike craft of various sizes and roles; charging their thrusters towards the dino defences and all bearing the insignia of the shadow alliance. AA defences turned towards the mass of oncoming threats, but were suddenly detonated by missiles coming from out of nowhere; the Shadowstrike stealth bombers they had launched from shimmering into view as their advanced camo systems failed for but a moment before becoming completely invisible to detection. Of course not ever defense was taken out and soon the sky was alight with defensive fire. Ships dodged and weaved, numerous caught in fire and destroyed - some with pilots bailing and others dying before getting the chance. However there were many numerous more that were getting through.

Mechasaurs would begin to tangle with Eagle interceptors and Destiny fighter jets, ending with the SA jet craft's high maneuverability and turning (and especially the Eagles' missile dumping capabilities) making many costly losses for the Dinos. Of course, this wasn't saying the Mechasaurs didn't get kills back. The two factions locked in a battle for air superiority bost lost large numbers of units, but the SA was suffering cheaper ones as when a mechasaur killed a air unit another took it's place. This battle would not be sustainable for too long for the single carrier, but for now it was still causing a severe and serious problem for the Dinos.

And then the Halcyon Glaze fired it's first bombardment salvo. Missiles launched from the underbelly of the battleship slamming into defensive bases located by overlord recon craft flying high in the sky. It was good damage. Not enough by FAR, even in total with the air battle, to put the dinos on the backfoot or in a losing position; but certainly helping the invading force all the same by offering at least some severe competition for aerial superiority.

“We have our weapons expert onboard the Whale, Dr Shikishima will likely be willing to give you what you need.”

Hayato finished talking and brings out a smartphone out of his pocket to start a video call with someone particular.

“Yes Hayato? Any of my precious weapons you need? Or maybe there’s a child acting up after your hellions were too-”

“Close, there are combat androids with the Mississippi’s compliment requesting anti-Dinosaur weaponry.”

“Ooooh! Warbots! Can I see them? Can I?”

“Try not to get too excited, or disappointed.”

“Come now Hayato, a warbot is a warbot! Who could be stupid enough to-”

Hayato turns his smartphone screen towards ST-AR and Sopmod, showing to the T-Dolls that the person on the other line was the very image of a mad scientist, complete with wild, graying hair and… A metal plate covering the upper right quarter of his face.

“Oh come on, those are just two brats. You were never the one to pull jokes on me Hayato! It's not nice to pick on the elderly you know!” The Doctor began to sound offended.

“This is no joke.”

“But… Who puts a warbot in a dress?! Or gives an AR-15 to one to fight Dinosaurs? That thing is fit only for exterminating vermin! Humph! At least if I made it, it would be as powerful as an antitank rifle... maybe more!”

Already aware of what’s going to happen in the next 30 seconds, Jackson motions Xavier to come closer.

“If worse comes to worse, take them to the armory and show them the backroom.”

The ghostly native american merely nods, as enigmatic as always.



“With all due respect, old man, we’ve b-”

“Wow okay that’s kinda rude STAR…” Sopmod interrupts

“Shut it. As I was saying; with all due respect, we have been etched to use these weapons for our entire operational career and are highly effective with them. If you were to give us an anti-tank rifle it would make us arguably less combat effective. I suggest you leave the AMRs to dolls like M82 and PTRD.”

“Yeah, our weaponry may look kinda dinky but trust me, we’re the best of the best; 16-lab guarantee!” She nods happily

“God you’re insufferable….”

“Love you too sis~”

“Eh, I can get unsuspecting guns but that's all you have? I expected wondrous machines of death and destruction! You’ve got hidden weapons right? Tell me you can shoot beams from your eyes?” The eccentric scientist began to pull back his eyelids to express his point.

“Can you combine?” He pounded both fists together.

“Oooor do you have self destruction codes that activate a nuclear blast!” He threw his hands back into the air.

“Anything?”





“Uhhh…..” Sopmod and Star exchange confused looks “....Why would we need or have any of that exactly…?


The man seemed almost shocked, as if a machine built for combat being that bare bones actually...took him aback.

“Why wouldn’t you? All the other robots from other worlds seem to have beautifully crafted weapons of warfare, ah if only we were present when they escaped maybe I could have been killed in the magnificent collage of carnage they left…” The strange scientist was actually beginning to look sad he was not reduced into paste by the Dinosaur Mercenaries captured near Hive Kumanus.




“One thing you need to take into account sir is that we technically aren’t military-grade units. We’re close to as military as you can get from IOP or 16-lab, yes, but we only have some military grade components. Our power doesn’t lie in overbearing weaponry or massive size, it lies in subtlety and being covert. In layman’s terms, we don’t need to level 3 city blocks to take down a single hostile, unlike some of these ‘super robots’.”

“Yeah, sorry to disappoint but we’re not made to be terminators. You want that, go talk to Sangvis ferri- oh wait, they went genocidal because their daddy died and then were torn to shreds by BETA after our paradox cascade or something like that.” Star sighs, “Though I guess I should at least thank you for not calling us bloody sex bots… You are the first one here, honestly. Fucking perverts…..”

"Those are the best kind of weapons! I bet you haven't seen a chaingun shoot missiles before either, you would learn to appreciate Getter's arms when you see a pack of Beast Warriors bearing down on you!" The Doctor seemed even more offended that his contributions to warfare were considered wasteful by these...maidbots pretending to be soldiers.

“So what exactly do you brats need if you can only use one weapon? Can you even use anything else? Who even designs a robot to be so confusing?! If you are going to send a robot to the battlefield why send ones who look like little girls?” The Doctor asked loudly.






“Humans that want to make humans that act like humans and then prosecute and discriminate against them for being too human…..”

“We can use any weapon pretty well as long as we have training, just our etched weapon we have perfect knowledge of. It basically becomes a third arm.” Sopmod answers, shrugging.



“Fine just don’t lose it, or fall in love with my creations or something, I couldn’t bear the thought of it if you took them just to willingly and unconditionally spare a living creature deserving of a glamorous demise!”


The AR dolls once more exchange a confused look. “I mean…. If they surrendered to us, though I suppose that’s rather unlikely, there’s no need to waste ammo so…. We aren’t going to kill just for the sake of it, if that’s what you’re saying?”

“Yeah, that’s really kinda wasteful… And against several conventions….”


"Bah at least make the deaths you deal gloriously visceral all I ask, also take pictures! Back to the point I just keep hearing rumors of a driverless car falling in love with Sportscars and pursuing them in the heat of lust! I can’t afford AI’s to just randomly fall for my works of destructive art and abscond with them you know. " The Scientist went on about an utterly bizarre tangent.

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Re: Super Robot Wars: Paradox Cascade Chapter 2 IC

Post by Meanjojo » Tue Nov 12, 2019 10:43 pm

sir_fire wrote:
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Namie didn't immediately stop in her tracks, but the thing pulling out its own shotgun certainly didn't stop her advances. Her Jet Magnum cooled down after her advance was interrupted. This would certainly be an interesting encounter with Shotgun vs Shotgun, but she had a much simpler and possibly better idea.

The Gespenst chucked the Shotgun over to the Cultist, but no matter what was going to happen next she had an immediate plan. She didn't even need to go over anything with Skyblaze, hopefully he would be able to watch her coordination. In true D-squad fashion she put her boost on to maximum and charged. She intended to body slam the Cultist and try to pin it down with her Gespenst.
The Leopard cultist reacts in a timely manner to Namie's charge, even with his vision severely restricted by quickly readying his blade, hoping for the Gespenst to have too much momentum to stop from running itself through the superheated edge and taking care to ready its shotgun for any surprises that might pop up soon...

The moment the Gespenst crosses an imaginary line that only he could see, the mobile suit's stance slightly changes in preparation for the planned strain; but Skyblaze quickly puts a stop to that by firing off a large missile straight at the cultist from one of his many missile launch compartments, his aux cameras and radar still good enough to tell him of the incoming attack; he cleanly intercepts the incoming missile with a blast of buckshot, destroying the projectile just several hundred feet away from the Leopard machine. Rather than a fireball as was expected, the missile instead goes off in a blinding flash of light, a cloud of chaff and a burst of electromagnetic energy that shorts out the Cultist's cameras and scrambles his radar; leaving him blinded and defenseless as the Gespenst sends the spindly mobile suit crashing into the ground with its tackle.

Not needing to see with his enemy literally right on top of him, the cultist began wildly swinging his heat sword to try and force Namie to dismount or prevent her from trying to attack.
Namie gave an audible smirk, but it quickly disappeared as soon as the machine started to swing wildly. She didn't have much time to do what she needed so she had to be quick. She wasn't sure at first if the tackling would work, but this is a great start.

"You know I keep saying I hated being part of a squadron that I had no choice of being with, but then I keep pulling shit that they keep doing."

She somewhat said it to herself, but also over the radio if anyone wanted to hear it.

She knew how dangerous the blade was and she had no intention of taking too many hits from it whilst she was down with it. She took a small breath as she pressed a button inside her cockpit to release the extra ammunition that she carried around just in case. The ammunition was ejected, but not the resupply module thankfully. The ammunition would drop down onto the MS before her. She also released the Giant Rubber Duck from the storage and it landed rather softly on the opposing MS.

The blade managed to cut off pieces of her armor and go stick itself near a shoulder blade of the Gespenst. She didn't need to stick around anymore as she did as the Unit probably wanted and got off of it.

"Danger Close!"

She activated her boosters and to try and back off from the impending explosion from the Explosive Rubber Duck, "さよなら."
Hopefully she was at least far enough to be a bit safe.

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Re: Super Robot Wars: Paradox Cascade Chapter 2 IC

Post by White Wraith » Wed Nov 13, 2019 4:21 am

Guy of G wrote:
Tue Nov 12, 2019 8:56 pm
“We have our weapons expert onboard the Whale, Dr Shikishima will likely be willing to give you what you need.”

Hayato finished talking and brings out a smartphone out of his pocket to start a video call with someone in particular.

“Yes Hayato? Any of my precious weapons you need? Or maybe there’s a child acting up after your hellions were too-”

“Close, there are combat androids with the Mississippi’s compliment requesting anti-Dinosaur weaponry.”

“Ooooh! Warbots! Can I see them? Can I?”

“Try not to get too excited, or disappointed.”

“Come now Hayato, a warbot is a warbot! Who could be stupid enough to-”

Hayato turns his smartphone screen towards ST-AR and Sopmod, showing to the T-Dolls that the person on the other line was the very image of a mad scientist, complete with wild, graying hair and… A metal plate covering the upper right quarter of his face.

“Oh come on, those are just two brats. You were never the one to pull jokes on me Hayato! It's not nice to pick on the elderly you know!” The Doctor began to sound offended.

“This is no joke.”

“But… Who puts a warbot in a dress?! Or gives an AR-15 to one to fight Dinosaurs? That thing is fit only for exterminating vermin! Humph! At least if I made it, it would be as powerful as an antitank rifle... maybe more!”

Already aware of what’s going to happen in the next 30 seconds, Jackson motions Xavier to come closer.

“If worse comes to worse, take them to the armory and show them the backroom.”

The ghostly native american merely nods, as enigmatic as always.

“With all due respect, old man, we’ve b-”

“Wow okay that’s kinda rude STAR…” Sopmod interrupts

“Shut it. As I was saying; with all due respect, we have been etched to use these weapons for our entire operational career and are highly effective with them. If you were to give us an anti-tank rifle it would make us arguably less combat effective. I suggest you leave the AMRs to dolls like M82 and PTRD.”

“Yeah, our weaponry may look kinda dinky but trust me, we’re the best of the best; 16-lab guarantee!” She nods happily

“God you’re insufferable….”

“Love you too sis~”

“Eh, I can get unsuspecting guns but that's all you have? I expected wondrous machines of death and destruction! You’ve got hidden weapons right? Tell me you can shoot beams from your eyes?” The eccentric scientist began to pull back his eyelids to express his point.

“Can you combine?” He pounded both fists together.

“Oooor do you have self destruction codes that activate a nuclear blast!” He threw his hands back into the air.

“Anything?”

“Uhhh…..” Sopmod and Star exchange confused looks “....Why would we need or have any of that exactly…?

The man seemed almost shocked, as if a machine built for combat being that bare bones actually...took him aback.

“Why wouldn’t you? All the other robots from other worlds seem to have beautifully crafted weapons of warfare, ah if only we were present when they escaped maybe I could have been killed in the magnificent collage of carnage they left…” The strange scientist was actually beginning to look sad he was not reduced into paste by the Dinosaur Mercenaries captured near Hive Kumanus.

“One thing you need to take into account sir is that we technically aren’t military-grade units. We’re close to as military as you can get from IOP or 16-lab, yes, but we only have some military grade components. Our power doesn’t lie in overbearing weaponry or massive size, it lies in subtlety and being covert. In layman’s terms, we don’t need to level 3 city blocks to take down a single hostile, unlike some of these ‘super robots’.”

“Yeah, sorry to disappoint but we’re not made to be terminators. You want that, go talk to Sangvis ferri- oh wait, they went genocidal because their daddy died and then were torn to shreds by BETA after our paradox cascade or something like that.” Star sighs, “Though I guess I should at least thank you for not calling us bloody sex bots… You are the first one here, honestly. Fucking perverts…..”

"Those are the best kind of weapons! I bet you haven't seen a chaingun shoot missiles before either, you would learn to appreciate Getter's arms when you see a pack of Beast Warriors bearing down on you!" The Doctor seemed even more offended that his contributions to warfare were considered wasteful by these...maidbots pretending to be soldiers.

“So what exactly do you brats need if you can only use one weapon? Can you even use anything else? Who even designs a robot to be so confusing?! If you are going to send a robot to the battlefield why send ones who look like little girls?” The Doctor asked loudly.

“Humans that want to make humans that act like humans and then prosecute and discriminate against them for being too human…..”

“We can use any weapon pretty well as long as we have training, just our etched weapon we have perfect knowledge of. It basically becomes a third arm.” Sopmod answers, shrugging.

“Fine just don’t lose it, or fall in love with my creations or something, I couldn’t bear the thought of it if you took them just to willingly and unconditionally spare a living creature deserving of a glamorous demise!”

The AR dolls once more exchange a confused look. “I mean…. If they surrendered to us, though I suppose that’s rather unlikely, there’s no need to waste ammo so…. We aren’t going to kill just for the sake of it, if that’s what you’re saying?”

“Yeah, that’s really kinda wasteful… And against several conventions….”

"Bah at least make the deaths you deal gloriously visceral all I ask, also take pictures! Back to the point I just keep hearing rumors of a driverless car falling in love with Sportscars and pursuing them in the heat of lust! I can’t afford AI’s to just randomly fall for my works of destructive art and abscond with them you know. " The Scientist went on about an utterly bizarre tangent.
Alistair faced Hayato Jin and cuts into the conversation. "Commander Jin, right? I'm the pilot of the Epyon, the red mech with the somewhat over-the-top demonic look. Right now, it's currently undergoing some repairs and I don't think it'll be up to peak performance anytime soon. I'm sure I won't be much use out there with a broken down mech, but just waiting around here isn't an appealing idea either when things look this bad. So what can someone like me do?"
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Post by Guy of G » Thu Nov 14, 2019 7:35 am

TheSilverCross wrote:
Tue Oct 08, 2019 4:24 am
sir_fire wrote:
Tue Oct 08, 2019 12:32 am

The comm officer replied to the two mercenaries, even as they prepared to dismount.

"You two are welcome to board the ship. I mean, gotta respect proper protocol even after you landed onto the hangar deck on your own without so much as waiting for our response and all..."

As they entered into the hangar deck, the originally gloomy and somber atmosphere quickly turned into something else entirely as the crewmen and pilots scattered about the area put their urgent work at pause to glare at the presumptuous newcomers with mixed reactions of disdain and annoyance as they muttered and chattered among themselves.

"Tch, fucking mercs..."

"Aren't they full of themselves..."

"Look out, we gotta pair of badasses over here."

"Who the hell do they think they are? Barging in like they own the place?"

Even some go as far as to make their disdain evident in their native tongue. With a bunch of female German TSF pilots looking at the male sibling ogling them like he was human trash.

"Hochmütig Schweinhunde..."

"Ekelhaft rastlosesten."

And then a pair of brown-skinned Asiatic young men clad in armored piloting suits could be heard speaking their nigh-unintelligible Southeast Asian lingo.

"Angkakapal ng mga muka nila diba Mike?"

"Tama nga, kahit yung mga Getter Corps, alam nila to wait to be invited in..."

And then a bit closer than the other voices, the siblings could hear a familiar language being spoken.

"Je, al menos tenemos algo cercano a Humano aquí esta vez."

"Son tan tontos como los mestizos al menos."

And then they hear the sounds of haughty, mean-spirited Latin laughter behind their backs. Judging from the ice-cold reception, they're definitely out of luck looking for help...
'Buen Pesar,'

Belen thought privately, in no mood to comment on cockiness levels or failed shots at manners, before Banba whispered gently to his
ears in mildly irritated Irish, "Tá Nach bhfuil gach duine cosúil le boscaí ceoil, deartháir" knowing that Belen tried to be polite and stand by protocol, while they were looking around to see the officers in-charge.

It's just Better to talk to the officers-in-charge and compensate afterwards at this rate, for now that's all there is to it.
“If you are looking for the captain we know the perfect route to take to get to the briefing room the fastest.”

The Latino gentleman said in English, speaking slowly as if he were talking to little children.

“Jajajaja yes it is the best scenic route see this way friends.”

The second pilot began acting uncharacteristically friendly to the newcomers and both pilots began escorting the two to a new corridor. They then began getting friendly and affectionate with the two, with light jabs and a clear lack of respect for their personal space as the pair spoke of the Dinosaur enemy..

Their Filipinos around them simply shook their heads at the Argentines ruining their own plans for fun with the newcomers, if they survive either the dinos or the Captain’s wrath; at the very least they will have ample opportunity to give the pair some Saotome-style hospitality…

“The dinos are merciless! They’re crazy fanatics all and would mortally wound themselves for the opportunity to kill more of us humans!”

“Yes, yes; crazy bastards! Almost got us too during our patrols in what used to be the beautiful Pampas of Argentina! estos bichos de mierda,Voy a hacer un par de botas con sus malditas pieles escamosas lo suficientemente grandes como para que nuestro querido las use algún día ... ”

Eventually the Argentines took the twins to a room full of machinery and judging from the racket echoing all around the place, somewhere close by to the Mississippi’s main engine deck.

“Well, we’ve reached our destination! Just take the first elevator to the right and you’ll be taken right to where the Captain is. As for us? Me and my cousin Pedro need to go organize our presentation and info for the briefing, don’t worry! We’ll be right behind you!”

“Try not to have too much fun!”

With that, the Argentines head off; leaving the twins inside the room of ambiguous purpose.

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Post by TheSilverCross » Fri Nov 15, 2019 3:24 am

Guy of G wrote:
Thu Nov 14, 2019 7:35 am
TheSilverCross wrote:
Tue Oct 08, 2019 4:24 am


'Buen Pesar,'

Belen thought privately, in no mood to comment on cockiness levels or failed shots at manners, before Banba whispered gently to his
ears in mildly irritated Irish, "Tá Nach bhfuil gach duine cosúil le boscaí ceoil, deartháir" knowing that Belen tried to be polite and stand by protocol, while they were looking around to see the officers in-charge.

It's just Better to talk to the officers-in-charge and compensate afterwards at this rate, for now that's all there is to it.
“If you are looking for the captain we know the perfect route to take to get to the briefing room the fastest.”

The Latino gentleman said in English, speaking slowly as if he were talking to little children.

“Jajajaja yes it is the best scenic route see this way friends.”

The second pilot began acting uncharacteristically friendly to the newcomers and both pilots began escorting the two to a new corridor. They then began getting friendly and affectionate with the two, with light jabs and a clear lack of respect for their personal space as the pair spoke of the Dinosaur enemy..

Their Filipinos around them simply shook their heads at the Argentines ruining their own plans for fun with the newcomers, if they survive either the dinos or the Captain’s wrath; at the very least they will have ample opportunity to give the pair some Saotome-style hospitality…

“The dinos are merciless! They’re crazy fanatics all and would mortally wound themselves for the opportunity to kill more of us humans!”

“Yes, yes; crazy bastards! Almost got us too during our patrols in what used to be the beautiful Pampas of Argentina! estos bichos de mierda,Voy a hacer un par de botas con sus malditas pieles escamosas lo suficientemente grandes como para que nuestro querido las use algún día ... ”

Eventually the Argentines took the twins to a room full of machinery and judging from the racket echoing all around the place, somewhere close by to the Mississippi’s main engine deck.

“Well, we’ve reached our destination! Just take the first elevator to the right and you’ll be taken right to where the Captain is. As for us? Me and my cousin Pedro need to go organize our presentation and info for the briefing, don’t worry! We’ll be right behind you!”

“Try not to have too much fun!”

With that, the Argentines head off; leaving the twins inside the room of ambiguous purpose.
The Twins felt cautious optimism that time, but nonetheless, proceeded with heading to the direction of the first elevator to the right, aware of the following, in Irish,
"Sis, tabhair na míniúcháin atá dlite dom don Cap, léim mé an rud ar bith," ("Sis, let's give the Cap the explanations I owe him, I jumped the gun anyways,") as while entering the elevator to the main area the Captain's meant to be at, the taller pilot was hitting the right numbers needed when he and his sister entered the elevator, replying in Irish,
"A ligean ar a fhios ag ár Boss is nua, iad siúd dino Dino dhéanamh i ndáiríre é anois, ^ ^" ("Let's know our newest boss, those Dino jerks really done it now,")
As the both of them were waiting inside the elevator to reach their destination accordingly, preparing to get questioned before more proverbial gun-jumping gets had.

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Post by Sans_the_Medic » Fri Nov 15, 2019 7:29 am

Guy of G wrote:
Tue Nov 12, 2019 8:56 pm

"Bah at least make the deaths you deal gloriously visceral all I ask, also take pictures! Back to the point I just keep hearing rumors of a driverless car falling in love with Sportscars and pursuing them in the heat of lust! I can’t afford AI’s to just randomly fall for my works of destructive art and abscond with them you know. " The Scientist went on about an utterly bizarre tangent.
".....Yeah we aren't going to fall in love with a gun...." STAR says with a thoroughly weirded out expression before muttering something under her breath
White Wraith wrote:
Wed Nov 13, 2019 4:21 am
Alistair faced Hayato Jin and cuts into the conversation. "Commander Jin, right? I'm the pilot of the Epyon, the red mech with the somewhat over-the-top demonic look. Right now, it's currently undergoing some repairs and I don't think it'll be up to peak performance anytime soon. I'm sure I won't be much use out there with a broken down mech, but just waiting around here isn't an appealing idea either when things look this bad. So what can someone like me do?"
"Shiiiiiit I wanna help repair that thing....." Sopmod mumbles to herself
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Post by yamitaicho » Fri Nov 15, 2019 8:21 am

Guy of G wrote:
Sun Nov 10, 2019 4:09 am
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Sat Nov 09, 2019 11:47 am
Dewdovsky wrote:
Fri Nov 08, 2019 12:45 am
Elias and Ashley watched as the Junk Guild members left in a hurry. They were clearly eager to talk to Hazantcore. Wait, when the Izumo got a UN representative? Elias shrug, he doesn't really care for. This isn't the Earth Federation he served, much less the Earth he's from. And he thought Char was the worst problem for the EF.

"Well...that certainly was something. Liam, miss, good day to you two."

Elias says with a loose salute to the two as he and Ashley floated down the hallway, but stop when they saw the cloaked form the Knight. Obviously not wanting a repeat of what happened earlier this week, the pair decides to go around the Knight, floating by Liam and the little Techpriestess again before going down another corridor.
404 found wrote:
Thu Nov 07, 2019 3:08 am
Meanwhile, as this all happened, Executor turned a corner a few intersections down from the event. He could immediately tell that something out of the ordinary is happening, and it piqued his interest. He approached the scene, eventually stopping a few meters away from everyone. And initially, he was confused. He had no idea what was happening here.

"...Y'all fine here?"

Also, his Sacristan is nowhere to be seen.
sir_fire wrote:
Thu Nov 07, 2019 4:44 am
The moment Liam approached, Naira immediately got behind the scientist, clutching to his lab coat as she peered at the Junk Guilders and the two MS pilots from underneath her crimson hood. Which they would then note that one of the little Techpriestess's eyes was a cybernetic implant, the members of the Junk guild, however, decided not to pry as she clearly didn't need any more pressure, that and they had gotten somewhat used to the more... Mechanized members of the admech.

"Again, I'm really sorry about that; but Hazantcore really needs to hear this from us. We've got a UN representative aboard our ship and he's been waiting 3 days to meet your boss!"

With that, the Lowe and his friends were off deeper into the bowels of the ship, though the sight of the Freeblade Knight caused them to slow down a bit so as not to repeat the same mistake twice as they darted past his form.
William Liam Tinmall
>>>>>
Shocking his head, the physicist tried to dismiss the giant Executor, insisting that nothing was wrong: “Don’t worry, it was an accident on my part, I wasn’t really looking at where i was doing...”

When he finally ended his inspection on the Datapad, finding nothing out of the ordinary and completely undamaged, the scientist nodded at the group going off, but hesitated when it was finally his turn to move.

"Should we see what they are going, Naira?"
After informing the belated newcomer about the advancing threat of the Dark Eldar and their conquest of the PLANTs, Hazantcore prepared the PA system for an announcement.

“All pilots, newcomers and alike we will have a strategic meeting on the briefing room below the bridge within the next hour. Prepare yourselves.”

Preparations were made in the briefing room by crewmen, projectors, archival documents and dataslates were laid out and set up for use by the participants. Along with refreshments and snacks, this time; actual food that they found within the Izumo’s walk-in freezer.
Was currently in a corner with a pair of trimming scissors and cutting away pieces of the coat, white dots, they seemed like specks of dust or even white stuff that somehow got themselves into his coat, but right now the best thing would be to just make sure every single one was taken out, it seemed the coat itself would bleed a bit while he was trimming.

"Cut, cut, cut. This hurts like shit. It even makes me hungry, but this is the beauty of life. When you have an armor of destruction with you... You have to know how to pilot, command cellular structures... And, above all else, be a fucking gardener."

After some time he would hear the announcement saying that there would be a meeting to talk about stuff. Such interesting news would take the boy out of his proverbial "funk" and make the trimming go a bit faster as he prepared for the meeting, the parts of the coat that were trimmed would start to heal, as the fleshy insides would regenerate. While getting ready Kim would take the white dots and stash them away.

"Useless fucking pieces of shit. At least now I have a stash. I do imagine how they'll react when they see you guys in action."

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Re: Super Robot Wars: Paradox Cascade Chapter 2 IC

Post by Guy of G » Fri Nov 15, 2019 9:41 pm

Dewdovsky wrote:
Mon Nov 11, 2019 7:27 pm
Guy of G wrote:
Sun Nov 10, 2019 4:09 am
Cavaliere wrote:
Sat Nov 09, 2019 11:47 am




William Liam Tinmall
>>>>>
Shocking his head, the physicist tried to dismiss the giant Executor, insisting that nothing was wrong: “Don’t worry, it was an accident on my part, I wasn’t really looking at where i was doing...”

When he finally ended his inspection on the Datapad, finding nothing out of the ordinary and completely undamaged, the scientist nodded at the group going off, but hesitated when it was finally his turn to move.

"Should we see what they are going, Naira?"
After informing the belated newcomer about the advancing threat of the Dark Eldar and their conquest of the PLANTs, Hazantcore prepared the PA system for an announcement.

“All pilots, newcomers and alike we will have a strategic meeting on the briefing room below the bridge within the next hour. Prepare yourselves.”

Preparations were made in the briefing room by crewmen, projectors, archival documents and dataslates were laid out and set up for use by the participants. Along with refreshments and snacks, this time; actual food that they found within the Izumo’s walk-in freezer.
Elias and Ashley were chilling in their quarters when Hazantcore made his announcement over the PA, requesting all pilots to come to the briefing room. After getting directions from a passing crewman, the pair found themselves in a large room with projectors lining the wall. They also note that they were the first of the pilots to come to the briefing room.

Wait, is that snacks without any bug parts in it? And liquid that didn't taste like acid? Oh, sign them the hell up.

Elias sneakily took some mini pretzels into his suits pockets for a later use while Ashley took some sweets she found in the pile. They sat next to each other in the briefing room.
TrickRPForeman wrote:
Mon Nov 11, 2019 11:10 pm


So the betrayer calls.

I tch'd with the intent of despising. What was the point of calling me? The point he took away the Strike Freedom, I was no longer a pilot. Just a pointless soldier with no cause to fight other than self-aggrandizing spite of all those who didn't believe in me.

To those who hated me.

Still, I would follow the orders. Not like there was a chance I was going to refuse.

I'd rather drag myself rather than be dragged kicking and screaming.
yamitaicho wrote:
Fri Nov 15, 2019 8:21 am


Was currently in a corner with a pair of trimming scissors and cutting away pieces of the coat, white dots, they seemed like specks of dust or even white stuff that somehow got themselves into his coat, but right now the best thing would be to just make sure every single one was taken out, it seemed the coat itself would bleed a bit while he was trimming.

"Cut, cut, cut. This hurts like shit. It even makes me hungry, but this is the beauty of life. When you have an armor of destruction with you... You have to know how to pilot, command cellular structures... And, above all else, be a fucking gardener."

After some time he would hear the announcement saying that there would be a meeting to talk about stuff. Such interesting news would take the boy out of his proverbial "funk" and make the trimming go a bit faster as he prepared for the meeting, the parts of the coat that were trimmed would start to heal, as the fleshy insides would regenerate. While getting ready Kim would take the white dots and stash them away.

"Useless fucking pieces of shit. At least now I have a stash. I do imagine how they'll react when they see you guys in action."
404 found wrote:
Mon Nov 11, 2019 10:22 pm


The announcement has been noted.

...

Half an hour after the announcement, the Imperial Wardens, the Knight Pilot, and the Sacristan have made their way to the briefing room. The Imperial Wardens stood in a loose group near the back of the room, discussing a few things amongst themselves. This includes the Sergeant leading them and the Techmarine. Executor has taken a seat off to the side, reading through the documents he has access to, while Lucius one seat over is tapping through the dataslate.

None of them paid any notice to anyone else in the room, for now.
With the arrayed crew gathered Hazancore began the briefing.

“As the older members of our expedition know, our mission is one of utmost importance, we must retrieve the regiment’s Senior Commissar and a local hostage from this version of Terra from the clutches of the Dark Eldar. Both were captured in a raid two weeks ago during our first day in this unfamiliar world and time. Aside from that it is not the way of the Imperium to leave its subjects and allies to needless suffering or tolerating the presence of a hostile alien race within reach, we cannot let the Dark Eldar plunder the knowledge Commissar Goswald holds. As it will, without any exaggeration, seal the fate of mankind and this world.”

Somewhere in the hidden base of the ZAFT resistance, a man wearing a patched-up leather greatcoat and a scruffy, torn up peaked cap sneezes as he walks down a dimly lit hallway.

“Throne-damned allergies… These “Coordinator” people really should look after their dwellings better.”

“For he is the only one aside from myself, Colonel Guillon and Lt. Fischer who knows of the enemy, the thing who was directly responsible for our displacement to this strange time and also indirectly brought the Dark Eldar to menace Holy Terra. And no, none of you here are ready to know of its name and nature, other than that it’s wounds are too great for it to threaten the Sol system. For now. Moving on, our mission is to raid their nest of horrors in the “PLANT” colonies on Lagrange 5, liberate our hostages and evacuate before we are overwhelmed. Much easier said than done as for all their arrogance, the aliens are cunning and suspicious; we would not get anywhere close to their domain unless it is for a surreptitious ambush on their part.”

Fumi arrived mid explanation before Hazantcore could call for her to explain the next part. Continuing on from what the Custodes had already stated as she brings up her

“Like in the previous operation, we will infiltrate through the usage of a Trojan ship, provided by the Imperial Japanese Army Space Corps. The ship in question will be a heavy duty cargo hauler and would be loaded with a skeleton crew and dummy cargo, in addition to a nasty surprise for the alien raiders.”

Fumi glances towards Etrigan, the Iron Wardens and Hazantcore himself.

“Perfect, while they are blinded with the ship and its promises of fill for their insatiable appetite; we will counter-board them and take over their vessel, with the assistance of the Techpriests and the Marines present it should be a fair task. Now that our goal is clear, all of you can ask any questions you wish regarding our foe or to make suggestions to improve upon our plan of attack, do not worry; we are open for any tactical insights or different avenues of approach against the Dark Eldar threat.”

Everyone gathered awaited the pilots interjections.

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Re: Super Robot Wars: Paradox Cascade Chapter 2 IC

Post by Dewdovsky » Fri Nov 15, 2019 11:51 pm

Guy of G wrote:
Fri Nov 15, 2019 9:41 pm
Dewdovsky wrote:
Mon Nov 11, 2019 7:27 pm
Guy of G wrote:
Sun Nov 10, 2019 4:09 am


After informing the belated newcomer about the advancing threat of the Dark Eldar and their conquest of the PLANTs, Hazantcore prepared the PA system for an announcement.

“All pilots, newcomers and alike we will have a strategic meeting on the briefing room below the bridge within the next hour. Prepare yourselves.”

Preparations were made in the briefing room by crewmen, projectors, archival documents and dataslates were laid out and set up for use by the participants. Along with refreshments and snacks, this time; actual food that they found within the Izumo’s walk-in freezer.
Elias and Ashley were chilling in their quarters when Hazantcore made his announcement over the PA, requesting all pilots to come to the briefing room. After getting directions from a passing crewman, the pair found themselves in a large room with projectors lining the wall. They also note that they were the first of the pilots to come to the briefing room.

Wait, is that snacks without any bug parts in it? And liquid that didn't taste like acid? Oh, sign them the hell up.

Elias sneakily took some mini pretzels into his suits pockets for a later use while Ashley took some sweets she found in the pile. They sat next to each other in the briefing room.
TrickRPForeman wrote:
Mon Nov 11, 2019 11:10 pm


So the betrayer calls.

I tch'd with the intent of despising. What was the point of calling me? The point he took away the Strike Freedom, I was no longer a pilot. Just a pointless soldier with no cause to fight other than self-aggrandizing spite of all those who didn't believe in me.

To those who hated me.

Still, I would follow the orders. Not like there was a chance I was going to refuse.

I'd rather drag myself rather than be dragged kicking and screaming.
yamitaicho wrote:
Fri Nov 15, 2019 8:21 am


Was currently in a corner with a pair of trimming scissors and cutting away pieces of the coat, white dots, they seemed like specks of dust or even white stuff that somehow got themselves into his coat, but right now the best thing would be to just make sure every single one was taken out, it seemed the coat itself would bleed a bit while he was trimming.

"Cut, cut, cut. This hurts like shit. It even makes me hungry, but this is the beauty of life. When you have an armor of destruction with you... You have to know how to pilot, command cellular structures... And, above all else, be a fucking gardener."

After some time he would hear the announcement saying that there would be a meeting to talk about stuff. Such interesting news would take the boy out of his proverbial "funk" and make the trimming go a bit faster as he prepared for the meeting, the parts of the coat that were trimmed would start to heal, as the fleshy insides would regenerate. While getting ready Kim would take the white dots and stash them away.

"Useless fucking pieces of shit. At least now I have a stash. I do imagine how they'll react when they see you guys in action."
404 found wrote:
Mon Nov 11, 2019 10:22 pm


The announcement has been noted.

...

Half an hour after the announcement, the Imperial Wardens, the Knight Pilot, and the Sacristan have made their way to the briefing room. The Imperial Wardens stood in a loose group near the back of the room, discussing a few things amongst themselves. This includes the Sergeant leading them and the Techmarine. Executor has taken a seat off to the side, reading through the documents he has access to, while Lucius one seat over is tapping through the dataslate.

None of them paid any notice to anyone else in the room, for now.
With the arrayed crew gathered Hazancore began the briefing.

“As the older members of our expedition know, our mission is one of utmost importance, we must retrieve the regiment’s Senior Commissar and a local hostage from this version of Terra from the clutches of the Dark Eldar. Both were captured in a raid two weeks ago during our first day in this unfamiliar world and time. Aside from that it is not the way of the Imperium to leave its subjects and allies to needless suffering or tolerating the presence of a hostile alien race within reach, we cannot let the Dark Eldar plunder the knowledge Commissar Goswald holds. As it will, without any exaggeration, seal the fate of mankind and this world.”

Somewhere in the hidden base of the ZAFT resistance, a man wearing a patched-up leather greatcoat and a scruffy, torn up peaked cap sneezes as he walks down a dimly lit hallway.

“Throne-damned allergies… These “Coordinator” people really should look after their dwellings better.”

“For he is the only one aside from myself, Colonel Guillon and Lt. Fischer who knows of the enemy, the thing who was directly responsible for our displacement to this strange time and also indirectly brought the Dark Eldar to menace Holy Terra. And no, none of you here are ready to know of its name and nature, other than that it’s wounds are too great for it to threaten the Sol system. For now. Moving on, our mission is to raid their nest of horrors in the “PLANT” colonies on Lagrange 5, liberate our hostages and evacuate before we are overwhelmed. Much easier said than done as for all their arrogance, the aliens are cunning and suspicious; we would not get anywhere close to their domain unless it is for a surreptitious ambush on their part.”

Fumi arrived mid explanation before Hazantcore could call for her to explain the next part. Continuing on from what the Custodes had already stated as she brings up her

“Like in the previous operation, we will infiltrate through the usage of a Trojan ship, provided by the Imperial Japanese Army Space Corps. The ship in question will be a heavy duty cargo hauler and would be loaded with a skeleton crew and dummy cargo, in addition to a nasty surprise for the alien raiders.”

Fumi glances towards Etrigan, the Iron Wardens and Hazantcore himself.

“Perfect, while they are blinded with the ship and its promises of fill for their insatiable appetite; we will counter-board them and take over their vessel, with the assistance of the Techpriests and the Marines present it should be a fair task. Now that our goal is clear, all of you can ask any questions you wish regarding our foe or to make suggestions to improve upon our plan of attack, do not worry; we are open for any tactical insights or different avenues of approach against the Dark Eldar threat.”

Everyone gathered awaited the pilots interjections.
Elias listen to the briefing from Hazantocre. It's a sound, albeit risky, move. The Izumo would act has the Trojan Horse, just like Elias first meet the group back down on Earth and board their vessel. They were heading into prime enemy territory, there would be no easy escaping from their foes. Which is why that he and Ashley need to understand their common foe as much as they could. Elias spoke up to the Custodes.

"These 'Dark Eldar' what are their strengths, their tactics? You and the others seem to have a familiarity with them."

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Re: Super Robot Wars: Paradox Cascade Chapter 2 IC

Post by sir_fire » Sat Nov 16, 2019 5:09 am

Kiryu1095 wrote:
Thu Nov 07, 2019 2:43 am
Kane would take a look at the NEXT and then remember what Kasumi said and the recent incidents before he spoke.

“It fine, I can give her a ride up there, as long you FPA peep can protect Great down here” Kane said before pressing a big white button on the side of his control panel.

“Brian Condor off” As the Aircraft existed Great Mazinger Crown, leaving the machine offline, as He started Flying toward Sarah NEXT and began Hovering near it.

“Mind if I give you a ride?” He said over com.
The two NEXTs and their pilots gawked at the Brain Condor launching out of the Great Mazinger's head.

"Huh, so that's how it gets out."

"U-uh... H-hold on! I-I have to see if I really do have protective equipment!"

"There's an emergency hazmat helmet behind the seat, The stingy guy on the Mississippi guessed it right."

Kane would then hear the sounds of rustling, minor exertion and a small gasp of surprise before the protruding portion of the blue NEXT's chest folds outward, showing that for all the power and horror inherent in the model; its still just a dressed-up military machine much like the TSFs and Valiancers all over the battlefield. Out of the hatch comes a rather small, mousy girl whose head is covered in a frankly terrifying-looking hazmat helmet in a blue and black version of the form-fitting pilot suit that Kasumi wore, though in Sara's case; the suit's tightness wasn't exactly a titillating sight as she was very thin for a teenager if her size and Kasumi's statements about her were correct. Shakily attempting to clamber out into the open, she meekly waves at Kane to come get her.
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