Robotech Crossover question

[taalismn]

Yeah; when the GMP and the BioSanitation Squad get together, they can work miracles. Need a biowarfare factory wiped out? GMP will find out where, and the BSS will provide the 'detergent'.
And yes, 'Doctor Peters' has a definite future as tasty filling for one of Rath's genetic mutations(irony in that; an ecoterrorist wanting to eliminate Humanity for the sake of Nature being stuffed down the gullet of a robust free-range assisted-evolution animal). But really, all he qualifies is as matinee fare, with little/no chance of being resurrected for subsequent shows.

[Alpha 11]

Yeah; when the GMP and the BioSanitation Squad get together, they can work miracles. Need a biowarfare factory wiped out? GMP will find out where, and the BSS will provide the 'detergent'.
And yes, 'Doctor Peters' has a definite future as tasty filling for one of Rath's genetic mutations(irony in that; an ecoterrorist wanting to eliminate Humanity for the sake of Nature being stuffed down the gullet of a robust free-range assisted-evolution animal). But really, all he qualifies is as matinee fare, with little/no chance of being resurrected for subsequent shows.

Would not mind a repet.

[taalismn]

“Okay, bad enough we’re going through this again, but why the hell do they have to dress us up in these damn outfits?!”
“Surely they mean to humiliate us! To strip us of all dignity!”
Keele Lorenz took one look at the red plastic shirts with the bright yellow buttons on their fronts, the white pants, and the bright yellow wigs he and his fellow damned were wearing and went pale. This did not go unnoticed by the others.
“Okay, Keele, you know something! Out with it! How are they going to kack us THIS time?!”
“You never watched any SNL on your Earth, did you, Edwards? I know Gendo wasn’t likely to have watched foreign television growing up!”
“SNL? I watched ESPN!”
“No, SNL stands for ‘Saturdary Night Live!’ And if I’m right, watch the $#$^&ing skies and be ready to run!!!”
“What gaijan nonsense is this you prattle about, you cowardly bag of bones?!”
“Shut up, Kuno! Maybe I should save time and start calling you ‘Bill’ from now on! Get you used to it!”
“’Bill’?! Why should I drop my noble family name for an undignified gaijan moniker?!”
“Because you’re going to be hearing a lot of it as it applies to you!”

[SailorCallie]

“Okay, bad enough we’re going through this again, but why the hell do they have to dress us up in these damn outfits?!”
“Surely they mean to humiliate us! To strip us of all dignity!”
Keele Lorenz took one look at the red plastic shirts with the bright yellow buttons on their fronts, the white pants, and the bright yellow wigs he and his fellow damned were wearing and went pale. This did not go unnoticed by the others.
“Okay, Keele, you know something! Out with it! How are they going to kack us THIS time?!”
“You never watched any SNL on your Earth, did you, Edwards? I know Gendo wasn’t likely to have watched foreign television growing up!”
“SNL? I watched ESPN!”
“No, SNL stands for ‘Saturdary Night Live!’ And if I’m right, watch the $#$^&ing skies and be ready to run!!!”
“What gaijan nonsense is this you prattle about, you cowardly bag of bones?!”
“Shut up, Kuno! Maybe I should save time and start calling you ‘Bill’ from now on! Get you used to it!”
“’Bill’?! Why should I drop my noble family name for an undignified gaijan moniker?!”
“Because you’re going to be hearing a lot of it as it applies to you!”

[taalismn]

"And tonight's guest punisher is a man of few words...actually NO words, but his expression, and his actions, speak volumes! Let's give a warm friendly Game of Pain greeting to SLUGGO!"

[taalismn]

“I have helped pry into the wall spaces of the omniverse, peered into its attic, whitewatered its cloaca, gazed into places that God has forgotten existed. I have witnessed soul-devouring abysses woth only the thickness of a PPAT-Field between me and eternal destruction. I have fought Daemons of the Warp in realms where mere material weapons are useless and only sheer force of will withstands. I, and my companions, have seen things no mortals were meant to see, and come away both horrified and enlightened. There is a Heaven and there is a Hell, and realms Dante never dreamed of beyond both. I have helped bring back treasures precious beyond belief, and I have sworn to find and help a lost girl fight an ancient evil that is tied to her through eternity, confident that I can do so and make a difference. I have appeared as a god in microscopic realms, and been humbled by the scale of Creation. I have experienced so much and yet I am still young, changed and matured beyond the dreams of my youth, scarred by my experiences, yet exubernat, eagerly looking forward to what comes next! Oh, what an existence!”
----Doctor Desiree Carmmond, UEsG Scientist, Dimensional Research Ship UESS Alphonse Pennaud, as quoted in Swimming in the Cosmic Foam: The X-Ship Expeditions, New Syrtis E-Books, Syrtis Colony, NG-Earth, R-2065

FTL Fold Space travel and its cousin Interdimensional Gating are a staple, the basis of the United Earths, and easy travel between worlds and alternate universes is almost taken for granted by those who live within the circle of fortunate worlds linked by the UEsG and its meta-transportation network. Yet, until fairly recently, little was actually KNOWN of the exact working mechanics and science behind these technologies.
Much of the blame is laid at the feet of the Tirolians, and their too-successful galactic empire building. With the development, production, and deployment of a reliable Fold Drive system, the Tirolians had subsequently(and surprisingly) abandoned all subsidiary research on hyperspace and subspace. It worked, and that was all that was necessary to know, and the Robotech Masters had turned their attention to other more demanding matters. The Disciples of Zor showed some interest in improving and expanding on Foldspace and associated hyperspace theory, but again their work was suborned to the needs of their military campaigns. Wartime exigencies had caused the Terrans to short their own pure research in favor of expediency; the Zentraedi armadas had proven the technology worked on a large scale, so the Terrans had simply aped Tirolian design and massproduced their own Fold Drives along similar lines, with a few cursory improvements here and there as a result of improvements in support technologies, rather than over-all theory. Even the Haydonites’ Shadow Technology had elicted little interest beyond at first how it coudl be mass-produced, and later countered.
Dimensional travel and the Gates changed all that, opening new doors literally and figuratively on the vaster megaverse. Suddenly, research on other universes, alternate, sublime, surreal, superimposed, and subspacial, assumed not simply an academic interest, but a strategic priority, especially after the Haydonite Betrayal. Combined with knowledge from EVA-Earth’s studies of the Angels during the Angel War, and the ‘Sea of Dirac’ associated with several of them, the UEsG’ s Council of Science authorized the first serious and comprehensive studies of subspace phenomenoa since the days of the original Zor.
The venerable Garfish SDCL was the first choice for a research vessel for these explorations, as it had already proven itself an able science platform with the UEEF. Fitted with PPAT Field Generators and modified 2nd Generation Fold Drives, the new ‘Hyperlabs’(also sometimes called ‘X-ships’) began tentative explorations into the subspace realms. Probes were designed to deliberately fail in mid-Fold, manned vessels attempted to abort or divert their Folds in mid-jump, all to see what lay ‘between’. The work was dangerous, potentially lethal, but the potential scientific payoff was enormous, and there was no shortage of brave people with the ‘right stuff’ willing to risk life and limb to dare the unknown.
Ships and crews disappeared, but ships also returned, with surprising(and sometimes horrifying) findings. And some of them came back with clues as to what might have befallen the missing ships.
It was the -UESS Richard Beebee- that returned with the first such clue. During one of its ‘dives’ into subspace, it encountered several mascons(mass concentrations) in the featureless limbo between tangible universes. Curious as to what sort of matter might exist in an otherwise ‘blank’ universe, the Beebee investigated the nearer mascons.
One of the nearby mascons turned out to be a vessel of apparent human manufacture. When attempts to remotely communicate with the vessel failed, the Beebee’s crew, taking into account the vessel’s decaying condition, decided to board the derelict. Taking every available(and known) precaution against biological and psychic contamination, a brave boarding crew crossed the limbo between the ships and broke into the drifting alien vessel.
What they found was a Flying Dutchman scenario; a mixed cargo/passenger transport of an alternate universe human society that had been ‘jumping’ between worlds in its own universe when the ship’s drive failed, stranding the vessel in subspace. Law soon crumpled aboard the vessel, hopelessness had stricken the crew, and by the time the ship was discovered by the Beebee cannibalism had broken out, starting with the crew eating the passengers in hibernation. The horrified boarding party found and subdued the last two survivors, only one of whom could be considered rational by any stretch of definition. The other died shortly soon after as a result of poor physical health and injuries sustained when he attacked the armed and armored exploration team. After ascertaining that no other factors beyond a failed drive and lack of food had contributed to the decay of order aboard the ‘Dutchman’, the Beebee’s team gathered what information they could from the derelict, and evacuated themselves and the sole remaining survivor back to the UEs vessel. Subsequent investigation of the other reachable mascons revealed various asteroids, but in one case a lump of artificially processed metals, too battered and decayed to reveal whether it had been another vessel or other artificial construct of some sort.
The incident only served to emphasize the need for caution when dipping into the subspace realms. Fortunately, the Beebee was able to navigate back out of the limbo-verse it was exploring, courtesy of several navigational beacon systems placed before the dive. Other missions may have been less lucky; whether they became similarly trapped in limbo-verses beyond the reach of UEsG navigational devices, or dropped into other tangible universes as yet unreached by Dimensional Corps explorers, or fell victim to suspected subspace entities, remains unknown, though the ‘Dutchman Incident’ does give hope that once-lost vessels may be eventually found, if not by the UEsG, then by other dimensionally-capable, and hopefully sympathetic, powers.

[taalismn]

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Rainbow Laser Rifle?

[SailorCallie]

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Rainbow Laser Rifle?

Does anyone remember the Pegasus mecha from the Sentinels sourcebook?

[SailorCallie]

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Rainbow Laser Rifle?

MC-40 "Befriender" telekinetically enhanced railgun (Technowizardy experimental). It's her only actual weapon because she's literally a one-pony wrecking crew when it comes to magic. Think pony-Nanoha and you got how powerful she is.

Now there's something that should be used in a Rifts/Robotech crossover.

[taalismn]

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Rainbow Laser Rifle?

MC-40 "Befriender" telekinetically enhanced railgun (Technowizardy experimental). It's her only actual weapon because she's literally a one-pony wrecking crew when it comes to magic. Think pony-Nanoha and you got how powerful she is.

Now there's something that should be used in a Rifts/Robotech crossover.

#"Sarge! I can't raise the LT! He was with you! What's the LT's status?!"#
Coalition Sgt:(looking at headless corpse beside him) "He was...befriended..."

[Alpha 11]

“I have helped pry into the wall spaces of the omniverse, peered into its attic, whitewatered its cloaca, gazed into places that God has forgotten existed. I have witnessed soul-devouring abysses woth only the thickness of a PPAT-Field between me and eternal destruction. I have fought Daemons of the Warp in realms where mere material weapons are useless and only sheer force of will withstands. I, and my companions, have seen things no mortals were meant to see, and come away both horrified and enlightened. There is a Heaven and there is a Hell, and realms Dante never dreamed of beyond both. I have helped bring back treasures precious beyond belief, and I have sworn to find and help a lost girl fight an ancient evil that is tied to her through eternity, confident that I can do so and make a difference. I have appeared as a god in microscopic realms, and been humbled by the scale of Creation. I have experienced do much and yet I am still young, changed and matured beyond the dreams of my youth, scarred by my experiences, yet exubernat, eagerly looking forward to what comes next! Oh, what an existence!”
----Doctor Desiree Carmmond, UEsG Scientist, Dimensional Research Ship UESS Alphonse Pennaud, as quoted in Swimming in the Cosmic Foam: The X-Ship Expeditions,
New Syrtis E-Books, Syrtis Colony, NG-Earth, R-2065

FTL Fold Space travel and its cousin Interdimensional Gating are a staple, the basis of the United Earths, and easy travel between worlds and alternate universes is almost taken for granted by those who live within the circle of fortunate worlds linked by the UEsG and its meta-transportation network. Yet, until fairly recently, little was actually KNOWN of the exact working mechanics and science behind these technologies.
Much of the blame is laid at the feet of the Tirolians, and their too-successful galactic empire building. With the development, production, and deployment of a reliable Fold Drive system, the Tirolians had subsequently(and surprisingly) abandoned all subsidiary research on hyperspace and subspace. It worked, and that was all that was necessary to know, and the Robotech Masters had turned their attention to other more demanding matters. The Disciples of Zor showed some interest in improving and expanding on Foldspace and associated hyperspace theory, but again their work was suborned to the needs of their military campaigns. Wartime exigencies had caused the Terrans to short their own pure research in favor of expediency; the Zentraedi armadas had proven the technology worked on a large scale, so the Terrans had simply aped Tirolian design and massproduced their own Fold Drives along similar lines, with a few cursory improvements here and there as a result of improvements in support technologies, rather than over-all theory. Even the Haydonites’ Shadow Technology had elicted little interest beyond at first how it coudl be mass-produced, and later countered.
Dimensional travel and the Gates changed all that, opening new doors literally and figuratively on the vaster megaverse. Suddenly, research on other universes, alternate, sublime, surreal, superimposed, and subspacial, assumed not simply an academic interest, but a strategic priority, especially after the Haydonite Betrayal. Combined with knowledge from EVA-Earth’s studies of the Angels during the Angel War, and the ‘Sea of Dirac’ associated with several of them, the UEsG’ s Council of Science authorized the first serious and comprehensive studies of subspace phenomenoa since the days of the original Zor.
The venerable Garfish SDCL was the first choice for a research vessel for these explorations, as it had already proven itself an able science platform with the UEEF. Fitted with PPAT Field Generators and modified 2nd Generation Fold Drives, the new ‘Hyperlabs’(also sometimes called ‘X-ships’) began tentative explorations into the subspace realms. Probes were designed to deliberately fail in mid-Fold, manned vessels attempted to abort or divert their Folds in mid-jump, all to see what lay ‘between’. The work was dangerous, potentially lethal, but the potential scientific payoff was enormous, and there was no shortage of brave people with the ‘right stuff’ willing to risk life and limb to dare the unknown.
Ships and crews disappeared, but ships also returned, with surprising(and sometimes horrifying) findings. And some of them came back with clues as to what might have befallen the missing ships.
It was the -UESS Richard Beebee- that returned with the first such clue. During one of its ‘dives’ into subspace, it encountered several mascons(mass concentrations) in the featureless limbo between tangible universes. Curious as to what sort of matter might exist in an otherwise ‘blank’ universe, the Beebee investigated the nearer mascons.
One of the nearby mascons turned out to be a vessel of apparent human manufacture. When attempts to remotely communicate with the vessel failed, the Beebee’s crew, taking into account the vessel’s decaying condition, decided to board the derelict. Taking every available(and known) precaution against biological and psychic contamination, a brave boarding crew crossed the limbo between the ships and broke into the drifting alien vessel.
What they found was a Flying Dutchman scenario; a mixed cargo/passenger transport of an alternate universe human society that had been ‘jumping’ between worlds in its own universe when the ship’s drive failed, stranding the vessel in subspace. Law soon crumpled aboard the vessel, hopelessness had stricken the crew, and by the time the ship was discovered by the Beebee cannibalism had broken out, starting with the crew eating the passengers in hibernation. The horrified boarding party found and subdued the last two survivors, only one of whom could be considered rational by any stretch of definition. The other died shortly soon after as a result of poor physical health and injuries sustained when he attacked the armed and armored exploration team. After ascertaining that no other factors beyond a failed drive and lack of food had contributed to the decay of order aboard the ‘Dutchman’, the Beebee’s team gathered what information they could from the derelict, and evacuated themselves and the sole remaining survivor back to the UEs vessel. Subsequent investigation of the other reachable mascons revealed various asteroids, but in one case a lump of artificially processed metals, too battered and decayed to reveal whether it had been another vessel or other artificial construct of some sort.
The incident only served to emphasize the need for caution when dipping into the subspace realms. Fortunately, the Beebee was able to navigate back out of the limbo-verse it was exploring, courtesy of several navigational beacon systems placed before the dive. Other missions may have been less lucky; whether they became similarly trapped in limbo-verses beyond the reach of UEsG navigational devices, or dropped into other tangible universes as yet unreached by Dimensional Corps explorers, or fell victim to suspected subspace entities, remains unknown, though the ‘Dutchman Incident’ does give hope that once-lost vessels may be eventually found, if not by the UEsG, then by other dimensionally-capable, and hopefully sympathetic, powers.

Another cool write up.

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Rainbow Laser Rifle?

MC-40 "Befriender" telekinetically enhanced railgun (Technowizardy experimental). It's her only actual weapon because she's literally a one-pony wrecking crew when it comes to magic. Think pony-Nanoha and you got how powerful she is.

Now there's something that should be used in a Rifts/Robotech crossover.

#"Sarge! I can't raise the LT! He was with you! What's the LT's status?!"#
Coalition Sgt:(looking at headless corpse beside him) "He was...befriended..."

[taalismn]

"Okay, Specs, what does the long range planetary survey say?"
"Alternate Earth, somewhat drier than normal, signs of long decay radioactives suspended in the atmosphere, could be-HOLY!"
"What?"
"The planet just blew up!"
"Say again?"
"The planet...it just blew up!"
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Confirm! We got visual on a really BRIGHT star suddenly appearing!"
"That was a planet."
"Radiation hazard?"
"Minimal at this range."
"Shields up anyway and steer us away, deep orbit! Scan for other vessels, anomalies, cause!"
"Brief dimensional flux, but it's gone now."
"Before or AFTER the planet went nova?"
"After."
"Ship warping out?"
"Not likely. The source of the blast seems to have originated on the surface, Artificial."
"So, speculation as of cause?"
"Probably somebody monkeying around with cobalt-cased nucleonics."
"Well, we'll do long range scans, drop probes, and unless something else crops up, we'll turn for home-Gate."
"Damn, that was close...if we'd been been any closer, or actually LANDED..."
"Agreed."

[glitterboy2098]

"You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!"

[taalismn]

"Roger? Put a 'Case Phlegathon' on that dimensional file? I got a creepy feeling it's just a closed dead timeloop."

[Alpha 11]

"Okay, Specs, what does the long range planetary survey say?"
"Alternate Earth, somewhat drier than normal, signs of long decay radioactives suspended in the atmosphere, could be-HOLY!"
"What?"
"The planet just blew up!"
"Say again?"
"The planet...it just blew up!"
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Confirm! We got visual on a really BRIGHT star suddenly appearing!"
"That was a planet."
"Radiation hazard?"
"Minimal at this range."
"Shields up anyway and steer us away, deep orbit! Scan for other vessels, anomalies, cause!"
"Brief dimensional flux, but it's gone now."
"Before or AFTER the planet went nova?"
"After."
"Ship warping out?"
"Not likely. The source of the blast seems to have originated on the surface, Artificial."
"So, speculation as of cause?"
"Probably somebody monkeying around with cobalt-cased nucleonics."
"Well, we'll do long range scans, drop probes, and unless something else crops up, we'll turn for home-Gate."
"Damn, that was close...if we'd been been any closer, or actually LANDED..."
"Agreed."

Bummer.

[taalismn]

More Overheard at the Tokyo-3 Gateland Dimensional Portage Facility

"Ah, sir?Ma'am?"
"Yes, officer?"
"Phillip and Clarity Lynx?"
"That's us. Is there a problem?"
"Ah, sir, could you recall your..."
"Oh dear. She giving anybody any trouble?"
"...AYYYYEEEEIII!!!!!! ...."*CRASH*
"You could say that."
"Sher's just curious. She won't hurt anybody unless she feels threatened."
"And around here, that means we'd be cleaning up a hazmat and roping off a crime scene before you even got out of the annex."
"...so you KNOW what minidrags can do..?"
"Yes, sir. 'Fraid so."
"Okay. Sorry about that. PIP! Get back here!"
"Enjoy your trip, folks."

[glitterboy2098]

had to google the names..now i know where the drakes in DMFA must have been gotten from. Mab's Pip is about the same it sounds like..though he has hidden depths

[taalismn]

had to google the names..now i know where the drakes in DMFA must have been gotten from. Mab's Pip is about the same it sounds like..though he has hidden depths

Here's another hint:

#"Hi-Ho! Gentlebeings!"#
"Hello, ...sir and ma'am. Was your trip comfortable?"
#"Exceptional! No problems at all! Though, if I may ask something?"#
"Ask away; we'll answer as best we can."
#"Would it be possible to see the...ah, what do you humans call it? The 'Geofront'?"#
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that the Tokyo-3 Geofront is off-limits as a security installation. If you're proceeding to Robotech Earth, there are several comparable cities such as Megatokyo and New Denver."
#"Not going that far this trip, I'm afraid. though we'll bear it in mnd! Pity; I wanted to see how it compared to Hivehome! Oh well, my thanks for the information! Next time, perhaps! Peace be with you and yours!"#
"Safe journies. gentlebeings."
"Nice couple. Tourists?"
"From Willow-wane. The new Gate spur's bringing in a whole new set of travellers."

[Alpha 11]

More Overheard at the Tokyo-3 Gateland Dimensional Portage Facility

"Ah, sir?Ma'am?"
"Yes, officer?"
"Phillip and Clarity Lynx?"
"That's us. Is there a problem?"
"Ah, sir, could you recall your..."
"Oh dear. She giving anybody any trouble?"
"...AYYYYEEEEIII!!!!!! ...."*CRASH*
"You could say that."
"Sher's just curious. She won't hurt anybody unless she feels threatened."
"And around here, that means we'd be cleaning up a hazmat and roping off a crime scene before you even got out of the annex."
"...so you KNOW what minidrags can do..?"
"Yes, sir. 'Fraid so."
"Okay. Sorry about that. PIP! Get back here!"
"Enjoy your trip, folks."

Interesting.

had to google the names..now i know where the drakes in DMFA must have been gotten from. Mab's Pip is about the same it sounds like..though he has hidden depths

Again, more interesting.

had to google the names..now i know where the drakes in DMFA must have been gotten from. Mab's Pip is about the same it sounds like..though he has hidden depths

Here's another hint:

#"Hi-Ho! Gentlebeings!"#
"Hello, ...sir and ma'am. Was your trip comfortable?"
#"Exceptional! No problems at all! Though, if I may ask something?"#
"Ask away; we'll answer as best we can."
#"Would it be possible to see the...ah, what do you humans call it? The 'Geofront'?"#
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that the Tokyo-3 Geofront is off-limits as a security installation. If you're proceeding to Robotech Earth, there are several comparable cities such as Megatokyo and New Denver."
#"Not going that far this trip, I'm afraid. though we'll bear it in mnd! Pity; I wanted to see how it compared to Hivehome! Oh well, my thanks for the information! Next time, perhaps! Peace be with you and yours!"#
"Safe journies. gentlebeings."
"Nice couple. Tourists?"
"From Willow-wane. The new Gate spur's bringing in a whole new set of travellers."

Tourism, not surprisig that that got going.

[taalismn]

"Excuse me, sir, how does one get to see an Angel?"
"Well, usually it involves a good life, then death, or a near-good life, and a near-death experience, or a religious revelation, or live streaming access to the Victoria's Secret fashion sho..."
"No, I mean the -Angels-. As in the ones described in this guidebook-"
"Oh, are they still refering to them as 'Angels' in that text? I thought everybody agreed to call them Anomalous Destructive Dimensional Entities, or ADDEs. I'm sorry, no ADDEs are currently available for live viewing...whenever one gets sighted, it tends to bring out the DimCorps forces to put them out."
"Then what about this zoo we keep hearing about? I thought we'd be seeing live Ange---ADDEs?"
"That project is still rumor. A lot of people are still nervous about keeping live entities that could conceivably Impact a world into an extinction event. Sorry, folks, no tossing peanuts to Zeruel."

[glitterboy2098]

"however, the tours for Monster Island can be found over there...book early, they fill up quick."

[taalismn]

"however, the tours for Monster Island can be found over there...book early, they fill up quick."

"And the Jurassic Park Children's Zoo tours sign up over there. Don't worry; tour buses are combat-rated, the tour and safari guides wear powered armor, the wranglers drive mecha, and the dinosaurs haven't gotten any more resistant to laser blasters, plasma cannons, gravity hammers, or rail guns. Just make sure your kids keep their limbs INSIDE the vehicles unless otherwise permitted."

[taalismn]

“Harry, I thought we would be riding on the Takamatsu. Why are we getting a separate ship? And a smaller one at that?”
“The Evil Millenium’s making a big push, so the UEEF’s got their elites rushing off to plug the holes. We’re getting brought in to take care of any other problems that have cropped up.”
“But, we’re like an elite team, Harry, aren’t we? So why’d we get this tub?”
“You’re just spoiled from being on Captain Hunter’s ship. And just because this is a smaller ship, doesn’t make it a tub.”
“But it’s a GARFISH! That design’s like a hundred years old already!”
“Thirty years tops. And this is a Bloc IV, not an original production run vessel. Hull’s no older than ten years at most, and it’s been upgraded. She’s got PPAT generators and an Angel Drive, and the upgraded defense net. Hardly what I’d call a tub.”
“Harry, before the ‘cat finds something else to start complaining about, what ARE we doing out here? I don’t know much astrogation in my OWN universe, let alone others, but this feels like the middle of nowhere. Colony check-in? Bug hunt? What? Should I be taking out my translation crystals, or pre-speaking some fireball spells?”
“Actually, we’re supposed to stop here and pick up some reinforcements; it’s some sort of training facility and we’ll be taking aboard a couple of SPARTAN teams.”
“SPARTANs? Okay, I’m feeling better about this! If we’re getting two whole teams of SPARTANs for stiffening, maybe this won’t be such a bad trip after all, even on a tub like this!”
“I told you, it’s hardly a tub! That’s a brand new multimodal offensive PPAT field projector in the main gun tur-”
“Sir, you asked to informed of any arrivals on the ground? We have two groups approaching, including a tank.”
“Thank you, ensign! Tell Captain Ariste we’ll be meeting the new SPARTAN team. Lady, gentlemen? Shall we go meet our new crew members?”

“It doesn’t look like one of our ships, Sarge! It’s all black and stuff-”
“That’s because it’s a supersecret battecruiser, you dope! And that happens to be a very DARK red!”
“What’s so supersecret about it? It’s sitting right out in the middle of the place where everybody can see it!”
“Where nobody would suspect to find a supersecret battlecruiser! That’s sigh-o-loggy warfare for you! Thought up by people a lot brighter than the whole lot of you put together! That image of you being put together being one of the less pleasant ones ever to cross my mind!”
“You’re thinking of me, Sarge?”
“ARGH! Get out of my head, Donut!”

“So Tucker, what was the hold up back there?”
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to arrange a babysitter on short notice?”
”Well, depends on how much booze and if it’s a recliner chair or sofa-”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll be obliged to kill you, Church, AGAIN.”
“Love is wonderful. Happiness is friendship...”
“Chickabowwow!”
“Caboose, Tucker, shut up. Look, our ride’s here! Let’s try to straighten up and present the proper impress-”
“What the ###?!”
“HEY! It’s the Blues! What are THEY doing here?!”
”Damn! I knew it was a trap! Those schenniving-”
“That’s not even a word, sir!”
“Shut up, Simmons! And shut up, Grif! And lock and load! We’re taking out this dark blue ###er!”
“I didn’t say anything! And you said it was dark red, not dark blue!”
”That’s why I told you to shut up, because I knew you’d just confuse the issue with your poor observational skills!”
“Ah...actually, didn’t we receive orders that this was a joint operation with the Blues?”
”Maybe we did and maybe we didn’t! But that’s besides the point! We got a war to win! Now hop to it!”
“No, I distinctly remember you telling us that we were going to be cooperating with the Blues. Official orders.”
“I did, did I?”
“Yes, I distinctly remember your teeth grinding, your fists clinching, and blood dripping out of the corner of your eyes...That, and being told that if you disobeyed orders, you’d be drummed down to corporal..”
”EW! Can I be sargeant then!”
“Donut, I’ll shoot you myself if that comes anywhere close to becoming a reality.”
“ARGH! ...alright...Blue Team, ...we’re here to join you in joint operations...”
“That’s mighty friendly of you, Sarge!”
“...until such a time as we can betray you for the schenniving double-crossing horse-stable boot muck imprints you really are...”
“Whay thank you for your vow of cooperation! Caboose, help the Red Team with their gear aboard the ship?...”

“These guys are SPARTANs?”
“Don’t say it!”
“I got a BAD feeling about this---”

[glitterboy2098]

no Doc, Lopez, or Tex?

[taalismn]

no Doc, Lopez, or Tex?

Tex was the one who threatened to kill Church. Lopez hasn't appeared yet because he's busy trying not to get involved. O'Malley's trying to figure a way to sneak aboard(likely inside Doc, who, since he went 'off reservation', isn't on the personnel roster for EITHER Team). And yeah, Caboose is VERY hard to write for, despite him being the ultimate randomly generated reality seer. Sarge is, well, Sarge. Sister might make an appearance at some point(late arrival), but it's all up in the air, and dependent on how long Harry lasts before trying to space or Petronus everybody).

[Alpha 11]

"Excuse me, sir, how does one get to see an Angel?"
"Well, usually it involves a good life, then death, or a near-good life, and a near-death experience, or a religious revelation, or live streaming access to the Victoria's Secret fashion sho..."
"No, I mean the -Angels-. As in the ones described in this guidebook-"
"Oh, are they still refering to them as 'Angels' in that text? I thought everybody agreed to call them Anomalous Destructive Dimensional Entities, or ADDEs. I'm sorry, no ADDEs are currently available for live viewing...whenever one gets sighted, it tends to bring out the DimCorps forces to put them out."
"Then what about this zoo we keep hearing about? I thought we'd be seeing live Ange---ADDEs?"
"That project is still rumor. A lot of people are still nervous about keeping live entities that could conceivably Impact a world into an extinction event. Sorry, folks, no tossing peanuts to Zeruel."

Thank goodness.

"however, the tours for Monster Island can be found over there...book early, they fill up quick."

"however, the tours for Monster Island can be found over there...book early, they fill up quick."

"And the Jurassic Park Children's Zoo tours sign up over there. Don't worry; tour buses are combat-rated, the tour and safari guides wear powered armor, the wranglers drive mecha, and the dinosaurs haven't gotten any more resistant to laser blasters, plasma cannons, gravity hammers, or rail guns. Just make sure your kids keep their limbs INSIDE the vehicles unless otherwise permitted."

“Harry, I thought we would be riding on the Takamatsu. Why are we getting a separate ship? And a smaller one at that?”
“The Evil Millenium’s making a big push, so the UEEF’s got their elites rushing off to plug the holes. We’re getting brought in to take care of any other problems that have cropped up.”
“But, we’re like an elite team, Harry, aren’t we? So why’d we get this tub?”
“You’re just spoiled from being on Captain Hunter’s ship. And just because this is a smaller ship, doesn’t make it a tub.”
“But it’s a GARFISH! That design’s like a hundred years old already!”
“Thirty years tops. And this is a Bloc IV, not an original production run vessel. Hull’s no older than ten years at most, and it’s been upgraded. She’s got PPAT generators and an Angel Drive, and the upgraded defense net. Hardly what I’d call a tub.”
“Harry, before the ‘cat finds something else to start complaining about, what ARE we doing out here? I don’t know much astrogation in my OWN universe, let alone others, but this feels like the middle of nowhere. Colony check-in? Bug hunt? What? Should I be taking out my translation crystals, or pre-speaking some fireball spells?”
“Actually, we’re supposed to stop here and pick up some reinforcements; it’s some sort of training facility and we’ll be taking aboard a couple of SPARTAN teams.”
“SPARTANs? Okay, I’m feeling better about this! If we’re getting two whole teams of SPARTANs for stiffening, maybe this won’t be such a bad trip after all, even on a tub like this!”
“I told you, it’s hardly a tub! That’s a brand new multimodal offensive PPAT field projector in the main gun tur-”
“Sir, you asked to informed of any arrivals on the ground? We have two groups approaching, including a tank.”
“Thank you, ensign! Tell Captain Ariste we’ll be meeting the new SPARTAN team. Lady, gentlemen? Shall we go meet our new crew members?”

“It doesn’t look like one of our ships, Sarge! It’s all black and stuff-”
“That’s because it’s a supersecret battecruiser, you dope! And that happens to be a very DARK red!”
“What’s so supersecret about it? It’s sitting right out in the middle of the place where everybody can see it!”
“Where nobody would suspect to find a supersecret battlecruiser! That’s sigh-o-loggy warfare for you! Thought up by people a lot brighter than the whole lot of you put together! That image of you being put together being one of the less pleasant ones ever to cross my mind!”
“You’re thinking of me, Sarge?”
“ARGH! Get out of my head, Donut!”

“So Tucker, what was the hold up back there?”
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to arrange a babysitter on short notice?”
”Well, depends on how much booze and if it’s a recliner chair or sofa-”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll be obliged to kill you, Church, AGAIN.”
“Love is wonderful. Happiness is friendship...”
“Chickabowwow!”
“Caboose, Tucker, shut up. Look, our ride’s here! Let’s try to straighten up and present the proper impress-”
“What the ###?!”
“HEY! It’s the Blues! What are THEY doing here?!”
”Damn! I knew it was a trap! Those schenniving-”
“That’s not even a word, sir!”
“Shut up, Simmons! And shut up, Grif! And lock and load! We’re taking out this dark blue ###er!”
“I didn’t say anything! And you said it was dark red, not dark blue!”
”That’s why I told you to shut up, because I knew you’d just confuse the issue with your poor observational skills!”
“Ah...actually, didn’t we receive orders that this was a joint operation with the Blues?”
”Maybe we did and maybe we didn’t! But that’s besides the point! We got a war to win! Now hop to it!”
“No, I distinctly remember you telling us that we were going to be cooperating with the Blues. Official orders.”
“I did, did I?”
“Yes, I distinctly remember your teeth grinding, your fists clinching, and blood dripping out of the corner of your eyes...That, and being told that if you disobeyed orders, you’d be drummed down to corporal..”
”EW! Can I be sargeant then!”
“Donut, I’ll shoot you myself if that comes anywhere close to becoming a reality.”
“ARGH! ...alright...Blue Team, ...we’re here to join you in joint operations...”
“That’s mighty friendly of you, Sarge!”
“...until such a time as we can betray you for the schenniving double-crossing horse-stable boot muck imprints you really are...”
“Whay thank you for your vow of cooperation! Caboose, help the Red Team with their gear aboard the ship?...”

“These guys are SPARTANs?”
“Don’t say it!”
“I got a BAD feeling about this---”

Red vs. Blue, you just got to love those guys.

no Doc, Lopez, or Tex?

Tex was the one who threatened to kill Church. Lopez hasn't appeared yet because he's busy trying not to get involved. O'Malley's trying to figure a way to sneak aboard(likely inside Doc, who, since he went 'off reservation', isn't on the personnel roster for EITHER Team). And yeah, Caboose is VERY hard to write for, despite him being the ultimate randomly generated reality seer. Sarge is, well, Sarge. Sister might make an appearance at some point(late arrival), but it's all up in the air, and dependent on how long Harry lasts before trying to space or Petronus everybody).

YAAA!! More! Poor Harry, he doesn't deserve this. Things must be very bad if they are having those guys go with Harry and company.

[Alpha 11]

"Excuse me, sir, how does one get to see an Angel?"
"Well, usually it involves a good life, then death, or a near-good life, and a near-death experience, or a religious revelation, or live streaming access to the Victoria's Secret fashion sho..."
"No, I mean the -Angels-. As in the ones described in this guidebook-"
"Oh, are they still refering to them as 'Angels' in that text? I thought everybody agreed to call them Anomalous Destructive Dimensional Entities, or ADDEs. I'm sorry, no ADDEs are currently available for live viewing...whenever one gets sighted, it tends to bring out the DimCorps forces to put them out."
"Then what about this zoo we keep hearing about? I thought we'd be seeing live Ange---ADDEs?"
"That project is still rumor. A lot of people are still nervous about keeping live entities that could conceivably Impact a world into an extinction event. Sorry, folks, no tossing peanuts to Zeruel."

Thank goodness.

"however, the tours for Monster Island can be found over there...book early, they fill up quick."

"however, the tours for Monster Island can be found over there...book early, they fill up quick."

"And the Jurassic Park Children's Zoo tours sign up over there. Don't worry; tour buses are combat-rated, the tour and safari guides wear powered armor, the wranglers drive mecha, and the dinosaurs haven't gotten any more resistant to laser blasters, plasma cannons, gravity hammers, or rail guns. Just make sure your kids keep their limbs INSIDE the vehicles unless otherwise permitted."

“Harry, I thought we would be riding on the Takamatsu. Why are we getting a separate ship? And a smaller one at that?”
“The Evil Millenium’s making a big push, so the UEEF’s got their elites rushing off to plug the holes. We’re getting brought in to take care of any other problems that have cropped up.”
“But, we’re like an elite team, Harry, aren’t we? So why’d we get this tub?”
“You’re just spoiled from being on Captain Hunter’s ship. And just because this is a smaller ship, doesn’t make it a tub.”
“But it’s a GARFISH! That design’s like a hundred years old already!”
“Thirty years tops. And this is a Bloc IV, not an original production run vessel. Hull’s no older than ten years at most, and it’s been upgraded. She’s got PPAT generators and an Angel Drive, and the upgraded defense net. Hardly what I’d call a tub.”
“Harry, before the ‘cat finds something else to start complaining about, what ARE we doing out here? I don’t know much astrogation in my OWN universe, let alone others, but this feels like the middle of nowhere. Colony check-in? Bug hunt? What? Should I be taking out my translation crystals, or pre-speaking some fireball spells?”
“Actually, we’re supposed to stop here and pick up some reinforcements; it’s some sort of training facility and we’ll be taking aboard a couple of SPARTAN teams.”
“SPARTANs? Okay, I’m feeling better about this! If we’re getting two whole teams of SPARTANs for stiffening, maybe this won’t be such a bad trip after all, even on a tub like this!”
“I told you, it’s hardly a tub! That’s a brand new multimodal offensive PPAT field projector in the main gun tur-”
“Sir, you asked to informed of any arrivals on the ground? We have two groups approaching, including a tank.”
“Thank you, ensign! Tell Captain Ariste we’ll be meeting the new SPARTAN team. Lady, gentlemen? Shall we go meet our new crew members?”

“It doesn’t look like one of our ships, Sarge! It’s all black and stuff-”
“That’s because it’s a supersecret battecruiser, you dope! And that happens to be a very DARK red!”
“What’s so supersecret about it? It’s sitting right out in the middle of the place where everybody can see it!”
“Where nobody would suspect to find a supersecret battlecruiser! That’s sigh-o-loggy warfare for you! Thought up by people a lot brighter than the whole lot of you put together! That image of you being put together being one of the less pleasant ones ever to cross my mind!”
“You’re thinking of me, Sarge?”
“ARGH! Get out of my head, Donut!”

“So Tucker, what was the hold up back there?”
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to arrange a babysitter on short notice?”
”Well, depends on how much booze and if it’s a recliner chair or sofa-”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll be obliged to kill you, Church, AGAIN.”
“Love is wonderful. Happiness is friendship...”
“Chickabowwow!”
“Caboose, Tucker, shut up. Look, our ride’s here! Let’s try to straighten up and present the proper impress-”
“What the ###?!”
“HEY! It’s the Blues! What are THEY doing here?!”
”Damn! I knew it was a trap! Those schenniving-”
“That’s not even a word, sir!”
“Shut up, Simmons! And shut up, Grif! And lock and load! We’re taking out this dark blue ###er!”
“I didn’t say anything! And you said it was dark red, not dark blue!”
”That’s why I told you to shut up, because I knew you’d just confuse the issue with your poor observational skills!”
“Ah...actually, didn’t we receive orders that this was a joint operation with the Blues?”
”Maybe we did and maybe we didn’t! But that’s besides the point! We got a war to win! Now hop to it!”
“No, I distinctly remember you telling us that we were going to be cooperating with the Blues. Official orders.”
“I did, did I?”
“Yes, I distinctly remember your teeth grinding, your fists clinching, and blood dripping out of the corner of your eyes...That, and being told that if you disobeyed orders, you’d be drummed down to corporal..”
”EW! Can I be sargeant then!”
“Donut, I’ll shoot you myself if that comes anywhere close to becoming a reality.”
“ARGH! ...alright...Blue Team, ...we’re here to join you in joint operations...”
“That’s mighty friendly of you, Sarge!”
“...until such a time as we can betray you for the schenniving double-crossing horse-stable boot muck imprints you really are...”
“Whay thank you for your vow of cooperation! Caboose, help the Red Team with their gear aboard the ship?...”

“These guys are SPARTANs?”
“Don’t say it!”
“I got a BAD feeling about this---”

Red vs. Blue, you just got to love those guys.

no Doc, Lopez, or Tex?

Tex was the one who threatened to kill Church. Lopez hasn't appeared yet because he's busy trying not to get involved. O'Malley's trying to figure a way to sneak aboard(likely inside Doc, who, since he went 'off reservation', isn't on the personnel roster for EITHER Team). And yeah, Caboose is VERY hard to write for, despite him being the ultimate randomly generated reality seer. Sarge is, well, Sarge. Sister might make an appearance at some point(late arrival), but it's all up in the air, and dependent on how long Harry lasts before trying to space or Petronus everybody).

YAAA!! More! Poor Harry, he doesn't deserve this. Things must be very bad if they are having those guys go with Harry and company.

[taalismn]

"Harry---"
"I get a shiver, the wrong kind, when you say my name like that. What are they doing this time?"
"'Recreation'."
"How?"
"They're taking turns holding each others' heads out the airlock."
"Without helmets off?"
"Without helmets off."
"Hypoxia might actually improve some of those guys."
"Agreed."
"The only real question I have is 'Who did this to us?' John's too serious to pull this sort of $#!+, it's not Rei's style, and Naruto's not technically savvy enough to hack the databases to find a group THIS bad, or could he have cut the orders to have them assigned to us. This took some serious skillz and planning to pull off."

[Alpha 11]

"Harry---"
"I get a shiver, the wrong kind, when you say my name like that. What are they doing this time?"
"'Recreation'."
"How?"
"They're taking turns holding each others' heads out the airlock."
"Without helmets off?"
"Without helmets off."
"Hypoxia might actually improve some of those guys."
"Agreed."
"The only real question I have is 'Who did this to us?' John's too serious to pull this sort of $#!+, it's not Rei's style, and Naruto's not technically savvy enough to hack the databases to find a group THIS bad, or could he have cut the orders to have them assigned to us. This took some serious skillz and planning to pull off."

[Zer0 Kay]

"Excuse me, sir, how does one get to see an Angel?"
"Well, usually it involves a good life, then death, or a near-good life, and a near-death experience, or a religious revelation, or live streaming access to the Victoria's Secret fashion sho..."
"No, I mean the -Angels-. As in the ones described in this guidebook-"
"Oh, are they still refering to them as 'Angels' in that text? I thought everybody agreed to call them Anomalous Destructive Dimensional Entities, or ADDEs. I'm sorry, no ADDEs are currently available for live viewing...whenever one gets sighted, it tends to bring out the DimCorps forces to put them out."
"Then what about this zoo we keep hearing about? I thought we'd be seeing live Ange---ADDEs?"
"That project is still rumor. A lot of people are still nervous about keeping live entities that could conceivably Impact a world into an extinction event. Sorry, folks, no tossing peanuts to Zeruel."

Thank goodness.

"however, the tours for Monster Island can be found over there...book early, they fill up quick."

"however, the tours for Monster Island can be found over there...book early, they fill up quick."

"And the Jurassic Park Children's Zoo tours sign up over there. Don't worry; tour buses are combat-rated, the tour and safari guides wear powered armor, the wranglers drive mecha, and the dinosaurs haven't gotten any more resistant to laser blasters, plasma cannons, gravity hammers, or rail guns. Just make sure your kids keep their limbs INSIDE the vehicles unless otherwise permitted."

“Harry, I thought we would be riding on the Takamatsu. Why are we getting a separate ship? And a smaller one at that?”
“The Evil Millenium’s making a big push, so the UEEF’s got their elites rushing off to plug the holes. We’re getting brought in to take care of any other problems that have cropped up.”
“But, we’re like an elite team, Harry, aren’t we? So why’d we get this tub?”
“You’re just spoiled from being on Captain Hunter’s ship. And just because this is a smaller ship, doesn’t make it a tub.”
“But it’s a GARFISH! That design’s like a hundred years old already!”
“Thirty years tops. And this is a Bloc IV, not an original production run vessel. Hull’s no older than ten years at most, and it’s been upgraded. She’s got PPAT generators and an Angel Drive, and the upgraded defense net. Hardly what I’d call a tub.”
“Harry, before the ‘cat finds something else to start complaining about, what ARE we doing out here? I don’t know much astrogation in my OWN universe, let alone others, but this feels like the middle of nowhere. Colony check-in? Bug hunt? What? Should I be taking out my translation crystals, or pre-speaking some fireball spells?”
“Actually, we’re supposed to stop here and pick up some reinforcements; it’s some sort of training facility and we’ll be taking aboard a couple of SPARTAN teams.”
“SPARTANs? Okay, I’m feeling better about this! If we’re getting two whole teams of SPARTANs for stiffening, maybe this won’t be such a bad trip after all, even on a tub like this!”
“I told you, it’s hardly a tub! That’s a brand new multimodal offensive PPAT field projector in the main gun tur-”
“Sir, you asked to informed of any arrivals on the ground? We have two groups approaching, including a tank.”
“Thank you, ensign! Tell Captain Ariste we’ll be meeting the new SPARTAN team. Lady, gentlemen? Shall we go meet our new crew members?”

“It doesn’t look like one of our ships, Sarge! It’s all black and stuff-”
“That’s because it’s a supersecret battecruiser, you dope! And that happens to be a very DARK red!”
“What’s so supersecret about it? It’s sitting right out in the middle of the place where everybody can see it!”
“Where nobody would suspect to find a supersecret battlecruiser! That’s sigh-o-loggy warfare for you! Thought up by people a lot brighter than the whole lot of you put together! That image of you being put together being one of the less pleasant ones ever to cross my mind!”
“You’re thinking of me, Sarge?”
“ARGH! Get out of my head, Donut!”

“So Tucker, what was the hold up back there?”
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to arrange a babysitter on short notice?”
”Well, depends on how much booze and if it’s a recliner chair or sofa-”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll be obliged to kill you, Church, AGAIN.”
“Love is wonderful. Happiness is friendship...”
“Chickabowwow!”
“Caboose, Tucker, shut up. Look, our ride’s here! Let’s try to straighten up and present the proper impress-”
“What the ###?!”
“HEY! It’s the Blues! What are THEY doing here?!”
”Damn! I knew it was a trap! Those schenniving-”
“That’s not even a word, sir!”
“Shut up, Simmons! And shut up, Grif! And lock and load! We’re taking out this dark blue ###er!”
“I didn’t say anything! And you said it was dark red, not dark blue!”
”That’s why I told you to shut up, because I knew you’d just confuse the issue with your poor observational skills!”
“Ah...actually, didn’t we receive orders that this was a joint operation with the Blues?”
”Maybe we did and maybe we didn’t! But that’s besides the point! We got a war to win! Now hop to it!”
“No, I distinctly remember you telling us that we were going to be cooperating with the Blues. Official orders.”
“I did, did I?”
“Yes, I distinctly remember your teeth grinding, your fists clinching, and blood dripping out of the corner of your eyes...That, and being told that if you disobeyed orders, you’d be drummed down to corporal..”
”EW! Can I be sargeant then!”
“Donut, I’ll shoot you myself if that comes anywhere close to becoming a reality.”
“ARGH! ...alright...Blue Team, ...we’re here to join you in joint operations...”
“That’s mighty friendly of you, Sarge!”
“...until such a time as we can betray you for the schenniving double-crossing horse-stable boot muck imprints you really are...”
“Whay thank you for your vow of cooperation! Caboose, help the Red Team with their gear aboard the ship?...”

“These guys are SPARTANs?”
“Don’t say it!”
“I got a BAD feeling about this---”

Red vs. Blue, you just got to love those guys.

no Doc, Lopez, or Tex?

Tex was the one who threatened to kill Church. Lopez hasn't appeared yet because he's busy trying not to get involved. O'Malley's trying to figure a way to sneak aboard(likely inside Doc, who, since he went 'off reservation', isn't on the personnel roster for EITHER Team). And yeah, Caboose is VERY hard to write for, despite him being the ultimate randomly generated reality seer. Sarge is, well, Sarge. Sister might make an appearance at some point(late arrival), but it's all up in the air, and dependent on how long Harry lasts before trying to space or Petronus everybody).

YAAA!! More! Poor Harry, he doesn't deserve this. Things must be very bad if they are having those guys go with Harry and company.

Sarge and Caboose aren't stupid enough and Donut isn't talking about attacking from the rear, and infiltration through the back door and Griff isn't being yelled at for calling the Gar Fish a Gar Fish when Sarge thinks it looks like a Sacajawea big foot thingy or a Chupathingy or yelling at Griff for saying it definately looks more like a cat fish, because Griff is making up animals. Caboose is the best sniper, Simmons has an Invid baby that says "Bowchickablargblarg" and

Spoiler:

Don't forget all the damn Church AI's

[taalismn]

[Sarge and Caboose aren't stupid enough and Donut isn't talking about attacking from the rear, and infiltration through the back door and Griff isn't being yelled at for calling the Gar Fish a Gar Fish when Sarge thinks it looks like a Sacajawea big foot thingy or a Chupathingy or yelling at Griff for saying it definately looks more like a cat fish, because Griff is making up animals. Caboose is the best sniper, Simmons has an Invid baby that says "Bowchickablargblarg" and

Spoiler:

Don't forget all the damn Church AI's

Well, I only got introduced to RvB a week ago when I picked up Seasons THree and Four on DVD cheap...and I've been chewing my way through the Wikipedia transcripts, so I'm still new at this, but yeah, I can tell you got it down pat...

[glitterboy2098]

the entire series can be found online at roosterteeth.com, if your interested. the DVD's collect the online videos into a long movie format, each season as one movie. seasons 1 and 2 are a must to understand the characters, they have less 'epic conspiracy story' and more "day to day in blood gultch..."

[taalismn]

and more "day to day in blood gultch..."

Whichs seems to be 'let's sorta try to kill the other guy and let's try really hard to kill each other."
THough I appreciate the line later said by Agent Washington about Command having a shortcut on the keyboard to record Caboose's 'blue-on-blue' kills.

[taalismn]

glitterboy2098 , you been following me around?
I go back to the library I bought RvB Seasons 3-4 and somebody had dropped off Seasons 1-2! Ye Gods, I'll be up to speed on the seriesn from the beginning!
(and yes, I like the movie format better...it's a long haul for one sitting, but not as choppy).

[glitterboy2098]

nah, why would i give up my copies? i have all 8 seasons on DVD.. and i'll be buying season 9 once it comes out, since i hate how long it takes to load the online episodes.

[taalismn]

nah, why would i give up my copies? i have all 8 seasons on DVD.. and i'll be buying season 9 once it comes out, since i hate how long it takes to load the online episodes.

Agreed. I have home dial-up over an old phoneline, so unless it's on DVD out there, I'm pretty much at the back of the marathon when it comes to shows(anime and the like; and my old VHS player is almost nonfunctional by now)...

[glitterboy2098]

nah, why would i give up my copies? i have all 8 seasons on DVD.. and i'll be buying season 9 once it comes out, since i hate how long it takes to load the online episodes.

Agreed. I have home dial-up over an old phoneline, so unless it's on DVD out there, I'm pretty much at the back of the marathon when it comes to shows(anime and the like; and my old VHS player is almost nonfunctional by now)...

i have cable internet, but my internet doesn't like their website much, it slows way down.

[taalismn]

They may have drifted apart in their lives and careers, but you can’t go through your formative years enduring trauma and the spector of instant death at the hands of inhuman monsters without a bond forming with those you’ve shared the experience with. Regardless of where their lives had subsequently taken them, the Childen/First Generation Evangelion Pilots shared a special bond. They had their traditions and their special ways, and their own special codes for communicating, their own agreed-upon protocols and conventions. So when an alert was flashed through their private communications lines, the Pilots dropped what they were doing, and converged immediately.
“First.”
“Second.”
“Third!”
“I heard the alert, obviously, but not the details! What’s up?!”
“It’s Misato-”
“It’s a Code Alpha Romero.”
“WHAT?! I thought we’d covered that!? I threatened the Quartermaster myself to spread the word!”
“I too used my family name to promise dire consequences to anybody who gave her access to one or let any model of them pass into her possession.”
“And I had a computer flag on all chassises and vehicles, active and decommissioned, but didn’t think hard enough or creatively enough. She couldn’t get her hands on a Silverback, so she got something else-”
“WHAT?!”
“We should have considered the possibility. There’s a lot of military surplus out there, especially with some of the re-armament programs going on with all the affiliated militaries, and a lot of collectors looking to pick up vintage vehicles. A lot of worlds dumping battlefield salvage and junked out reserves on the market. Too many venues to cover, especially in the old UNSC sector worldline-”
”Asuka, are you trying to tell me Misato got a WARTHOG?”
“Worse. Don’t look at me like that; it IS worse.”
“How cou--”
“It’s not a human vehicle is it?”
---
“YYYYEEEHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
It was a sight that would have chilled the blood of any UNSC human had they witnessed it on one of their worlds. As it was, it still managed to chill the blood of any and all witnesses, not because of wartime memories and the prospect of death by genocide, but because of the prospect of death by vehicular manslaughter.
The ex-Covenant Spectre howling between the buildings of Kyoto-2 banked and flared just before it go crashing into the windows on the eighth floor of an office tower. Inside said office tower, no less than twelve people had a sudden need to change their pants, six fainted dead away, two gave up drinking, and seven took up drinking.
The decommissioned alien hovercraft skimmed over the rooftops of several small businesses, howled over the roof of a school, then dove like a hawk into a open parking place in front of the small community college.
“YEEEAAAHHHH!!!!” Misato Katsuragi crowed as she spun the ex-raider into place, before turning to the passenger (ex-gunner) seat behind her. “We’re here, Naomi! Ready for class?”
The purple-haired dioclonus in the backseat stared back at her with bloodshot eyes, her fingers having left furrows in the hard plastic of one chair rest, the popped-off handgrip from the other side broken off in the other, her invisible vectors strained to their limits trying to keep her centered and secured inside the insanely maneuvering craft. Sweat poured down her face, and she was frankly amazed she hadn’t wet herself as well. “......have we stopped moving....?”
“Yes, we’re here alre--dear, you mind not hugging and kissing the pavement like that? You’re causing a scene....”

[taalismn]

“Hey, is this package supposed to go out with today’s mail?”
“I think so. Why do you ask?”
“No postage.”
“Ah, somebody’s lazy and wants somebody else around here to see to postage.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t recall anybody leaving this here, or asking it to be weighed and stamped.”
“Hmmm....that is strange. Inconsiderate too. Wonder who could be so rude? Who’s it from?”
“No return address.”
“Eh? Looks suspicious to me!”
“This is adding up to something bad. Any idea what might be in it?”
“Can’t risk scanning it; no telling what’s in it! It might be rigged to detonate if tampered with!”
“That leaves only one thing!”
“Wrap it in det-tape and blow it in place!”
“Great! I got the tape here, and the blast bin’s right outside!”
SCHIZZTTT!SCHIZZZTTTT!WRAPWRAPWRAPPASTLEPATPATPAT
“Okay! Lift---Out, and around the corner and---”
“HEAVE!”
FHUMP!
“It’s in!”
“Great! Now get back and we detonate it!”
“Just a sec!......Nice try, Gendo!”
Huddled inside the box he’d tried to mail himself out in, unable to escape due to the multiple windings of directional plastique explosive-lined blast tape wrapped around it, Ikari Gendo cursed interdimensional meddlers yet again....

[Alpha 11]

They may have drifted apart in their lives and careers, but you can’t go through your formative years enduring trauma and the spector of instant death at the hands of inhuman monsters without a bond forming with those you’ve shared the experience with. Regardless of where their lives had subsequently taken them, the Childen/First Generation Evangelion Pilots shared a special bond. They had their traditions and their special ways, and their own special codes for communicating, their own agreed-upon protocols and conventions. So when an alert was flashed through their private communications lines, the Pilots dropped what they were doing, and converged immediately.
“First.”
“Second.”
“Third!”
“I heard the alert, obviously, but not the details! What’s up?!”
“It’s Misato-”
“It’s a Code Alpha Romero.”
“WHAT?! I thought we’d covered that!? I threatened the Quartermaster myself to spread the word!”
“I too used my family name to promise dire consequences to anybody who gave her access to one or let any model of them pass into her possession.”
“And I had a computer flag on all chassises and vehicles, active and decommissioned, but didn’t think hard enough or creatively enough. She couldn’t get her hands on a Silverback, so she got something else-”
“WHAT?!”
“We should have considered the possibility. There’s a lot of military surplus out there, especially with some of the re-armament programs going on with all the affiliated militaries, and a lot of collectors looking to pick up vintage vehicles. A lot of worlds dumping battlefield salvage and junked out reserves on the market. Too many venues to cover, especially in the old UNSC sector worldline-”
”Asuka, are you trying to tell me Misato got a WARTHOG?”
“Worse. Don’t look at me like that; it IS worse.”
“How cou--”
“It’s not a human vehicle is it?”
---
“YYYYEEEHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
It was a sight that would have chilled the blood of any UNSC human had they witnessed it on one of their worlds. As it was, it still managed to chill the blood of any and all witnesses, not because of wartime memories and the prospect of death by genocide, but because of the prospect of death by vehicular manslaughter.
The ex-Covenant Spectre howling between the buildings of Kyoto-2 banked and flared just before it go crashing into the windows on the eighth floor of an office tower. Inside said office tower, no less than twelve people had a sudden need to change their pants, six fainted dead away, two gave up drinking, and seven took up drinking.
The decommissioned alien hovercraft skimmed over the rooftops of several small businesses, howled over the roof of a school, then dove like a hawk into a open parking place in front of the small community college.
“YEEEAAAHHHH!!!!” Misato Katsuragi crowed as she spun the ex-raider into place, before turning to the passenger (ex-gunner) seat behind her. “We’re here, Naomi! Ready for class?”
The purple-haired dioclonus in the backseat stared back at her with bloodshot eyes, her fingers having left furrows in the hard plastic of one chair rest, the popped-off handgrip from the other side broken off in the other, her invisible vectors strained to their limits trying to keep her centered and secured inside the insanely maneuvering craft. Sweat poured down her face, and she was frankly amazed she hadn’t wet herself as well. “......have we stopped moving....?”
“Yes, we’re here alre--dear, you mind not hugging and kissing the pavement like that? You’re causing a scene....”

That teacher from Aszomo Dio (sp?) should also be on that list.

[Alpha 11]

“Hey, is this package supposed to go out with today’s mail?”
“I think so. Why do you ask?”
“No postage.”
“Ah, somebody’s lazy and wants somebody else around here to see to postage.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t recall anybody leaving this here, or asking it to be weighed and stamped.”
“Hmmm....that is strange. Inconsiderate too. Wonder who could be so rude? Who’s it from?”
“No return address.”
“Eh? Looks suspicious to me!”
“This is adding up to something bad. Any idea what might be in it?”
“Can’t risk scanning it; no telling what’s in it! It might be rigged to detonate if tampered with!”
“That leaves only one thing!”
“Wrap it in det-tape and blow it in place!”
“Great! I got the tape here, and the blast bin’s right outside!”
SCHIZZTTT!SCHIZZZTTTT!WRAPWRAPWRAPPASTLEPATPATPAT
“Okay! Lift---Out, and around the corner and---”
“HEAVE!”
FHUMP!
“It’s in!”
“Great! Now get back and we detonate it!”
“Just a sec!......Nice try, Gendo!”
Huddled inside the box he’d tried to mail himself out in, unable to escape due to the multiple windings of directional plastique explosive-lined blast tape wrapped around it, Ikari Gendo cursed interdimensional meddlers yet again....

[taalismn]

[

That teacher from Aszomo Dio (sp?) should also be on that list.

Azumanga Daioh, you mean?

[taalismn]

Alternate Evangelion/Robotech Crossover:
“Okay, where the hell are we, Third?”
“I don’t know, Asuka. I think the Angel swallowed us up!”
“Useless again, Third! That was no Angel! That was obviously a giant SPACEHIP that swallowed us up! Isn’t that right, First?!”
“Pilot Soryu is correct. The object that captured us does not appear to be an Angel or behave as the Angels have in the past.”
“See?! Even the doll agrees with me!”
“Sorry...”
“Of COURSE you’re sorry! But that still doesn’t answer the question of where we are, in this dark room, outside our EVAs!”
@FWOOSH@
“Argh! The lights! So bright!”
“WHAT THE HELL?”
#”SILENCE! YOU WILL ONLY SPEAK WHEN ORDERED TO!”#
“What the *$%&$?! -SUZUHARA-!?”
#”SILENCE! MICRONIAN!”#
“What the (^%*^%*% are you doing here, stooge?! And why are you dressed like that?!”
#”SHE DOES NOT APPEAR TO BE LISTENING TO YOU, MILORD.”#
“-AIDA-?! WHAT SORT OF SCREWED UP PRACTICAL JOKE IS THIS?!!!!”
“Ah, Asuka, I don’t think this is Touji or Kensuke...Ah, they look about fifty feet tall...”
”Nonsense, Third Child! It’s forced persepective! Well, I’m not falling for this all &%%ing ‘Oz’ bit! Once I find out which projection screen they’re cowering behind, I’m going to kick their ^$$&$!! I’m going to rip these stooges a -”
#”SILENCE!”#
**WHAM**
“-ek-”
“They appear to be quite solid and real.”
“I’ll say, Rei.”
#”THEY APPEAR AS VIOLENT AND UNCOOPERATIVE AS OUR OWN FEMALES, KENSUDORE!”#
#”INDEED, MILORD SUZUHAI!”#
“It’s all a trick, it has to be! No way we’re on a giant table with two giant Stooges standing over us...”
(raises giant hand to swat the micronian)#”SHALL I JUST GET RID OF THIS ONE? WE HAVE TWO OTHERS TO QUESTION!”#
#”I ADVISE NOT, MILORD, TEMPTING AS IT MAY BE. SHE MAY HAVE IMPORTANT INFOMATION THE OTHERS DON’T HAVE.”#
#”TOO BAD. SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE ANNOYS ME. I THINK WE WOULD BE BETTER OFF JUST EXTERMINATING HER AS AN EXAMPLE TO THE OTHERS.”#
“Now, just wait one %%^&ing-”
“Asuka? Ah, please don’t....say...anything.”
#”MAYBE LATER, MILORD.”#
“We will resist all questioning as long as the Second Child defies you.”
“REI!”

[Alpha 11]

[

That teacher from Aszomo Dio (sp?) should also be on that list.

Azumanga Daioh, you mean?

Ya that.

Alternate Evangelion/Robotech Crossover:
“Okay, where the hell are we, Third?”
“I don’t know, Asuka. I think the Angel swallowed us up!”
“Useless again, Third! That was no Angel! That was obviously a giant SPACEHIP that swallowed us up! Isn’t that right, First?!”
“Pilot Soryu is correct. The object that captured us does not appear to be an Angel or behave as the Angels have in the past.”
“See?! Even the doll agrees with me!”
“Sorry...”
“Of COURSE you’re sorry! But that still doesn’t answer the question of where we are, in this dark room, outside our EVAs!”
@FWOOSH@
“Argh! The lights! So bright!”
“WHAT THE HELL?”
#”SILENCE! YOU WILL ONLY SPEAK WHEN ORDERED TO!”#
“What the *$%&$?! -SUZUHARA-!?”
#”SILENCE! MICRONIAN!”#
“What the (^%*^%*% are you doing here, stooge?! And why are you dressed like that?!”
#”SHE DOES NOT APPEAR TO BE LISTENING TO YOU, MILORD.”#
“-AIDA-?! WHAT SORT OF SCREWED UP PRACTICAL JOKE IS THIS?!!!!”
“Ah, Asuka, I don’t think this is Touji or Kensuke...Ah, they look about fifty feet tall...”
”Nonsense, Third Child! It’s forced persepective! Well, I’m not falling for this all &%%ing ‘Oz’ bit! Once I find out which projection screen they’re cowering behind, I’m going to kick their ^$$&$!! I’m going to rip these stooges a -”
#”SILENCE!”#
**WHAM**
“-ek-”
“They appear to be quite solid and real.”
“I’ll say, Rei.”
#”THEY APPEAR AS VIOLENT AND UNCOOPERATIVE AS OUR OWN FEMALES, KENSUDORE!”#
#”INDEED, MILORD SUZUHAI!”#
“It’s all a trick, it has to be! No way we’re on a giant table with two giant Stooges standing over us...”
(raises giant hand to swat the micronian)#”SHALL I JUST GET RID OF THIS ONE? WE HAVE TWO OTHERS TO QUESTION!”#
#”I ADVISE NOT, MILORD, TEMPTING AS IT MAY BE. SHE MAY HAVE IMPORTANT INFOMATION THE OTHERS DON’T HAVE.”#
#”TOO BAD. SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE ANNOYS ME. I THINK WE WOULD BE BETTER OFF JUST EXTERMINATING HER AS AN EXAMPLE TO THE OTHERS.”#
“Now, just wait one %%^&ing-”
“Asuka? Ah, please don’t....say...anything.”
#”MAYBE LATER, MILORD.”#
“We will resist all questioning as long as the Second Child defies you.”
“REI!”

[taalismn]

Shinji, Asuka, and Rei Face the Zentraedi Invaders:

#"YOU WILL DEMONSTRATE THIS 'KISSING', NOW!"#
"We'll WHAT?! Oh gawd, you guys are such perverts!!! NO WAY I'm kissing Spineless here!"
"Ah, Asuka, that means-"
"I'm NOT kissing Wondergirl either!"
#"BASED ON WHAT WE HAVE OBSERVED HERE SO FAR I WOULD RECOMMEND EXTERMINATING THE ENTIRE MICRONIAN SPECIES! ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE REPRESENTATIVE OF THE BEST YOUR PATHETIC PLANET IS CAPABLE OF PRODUCING!"#
"Oh go *&%*(^ yourself, pervert!"
"Uhm...that is SO un-Touji-like."
"Ikari-kun, if we kill Pilot Soryu now, we would be saving our planet and thus fulfilling our mission purpose."
"Rei, not helping here."

[Alpha 11]

Shinji, Asuka, and Rei Face the Zentraedi Invaders:

#"YOU WILL DEMONSTRATE THIS 'KISSING', NOW!"#
"We'll WHAT?! Oh gawd, you guys are such perverts!!! NO WAY I'm kissing Spineess here!"
"Ah, Asuka, that means-"
"I'm NOT kissing Wondergirl either!"
#"BASED ON WHAT WE HAVE OBSERVED HERE SO FAR I WOULD RECOMMEND EXTERMINATING THE ENTIRE MICRONIAN SPECIES! ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE REPRESENTATIVE OF THE BEST YOUR PATHETIC PLANET IS CAPABLE OF PRODUCING!"#
"Oh go *&%*(^ yourself, pervert!"
"Uhm...that is SO un-Touji-like."
"Ikari-kun, if we kill Pilot Soryu now, we would be saving our planet and thus fulfilling our mission purpose."
"Rei, not helping here."

[taalismn]

If Touji is Breetai...does that make Hikari Kazziana Hesh?

Good catch there....why yes, that's entirely possible..though don't expect one-to-one point correspondances in this scenario. Lord Suzuharai may be the equivlent of a mere flotilla commander(akin to Khyron) rather than a full-on Fleet(or as was once used in an old Comico title, Armature) commander...the Earth in this universe may just not be very interesting to warrant the full battlefleet treatment.
There's no 'three spies' in attendance at the meeting either(though I toyed with them being the Zentraedi look-alikes of Aoba, Hyuga, and Kaji), and the resident Azonia and Miriya stand-ins could be Ritsuko and Misato respectively. The mandatory 'mad alien' or 'insane bad guy' (every combat anime has at least one...Southern Cross has Karno, New Generation has Corg, SPT Lazyner has Gosterro, Zeta Gundam has Jerid Messa, Voltron had Lotor, etc...) taking Khyron's place could be a (without glasses) version of Gendo Ikari. You really want to get warped, the local equivalent of Dolza is Pen-Pen(good luck explaining THAT one).
The Zentraedi likely were drawn by the strange energies associated with the Geofront(maybe they're pursuing the SDF-1 or just looking for Protoculture-like energies) and LOrd Suzuharai's small force just happened across Evangelion Earth.
In any case, the NERV and SEELE Scenarios are now all ####ed up, since in this universe, Protoculture has the same effect on Angels as in the UEsG universe (#SPLURF#).

[taalismn]

“I really hate, hate, hate, hate, those guys....”
“We get the idea, Rei.”
“I really hate those interfering, oh-so-superior, jackbooted alien fascists-”
“...They’re not really alien, they’re just from another Earth...”
“Technically they ARE alien, as in ‘not from THIS Earth’...”
“Not helping, Ami.”
“...sorry...”
“Pushing us around, acting so smug, interfering in our fights, lecturing us-”
“ENOUGH, REI! WE GET THE PICTURE!”
“I really hate those warmongering happiness-destroying bastards!”
“I think most of them are of legitimate birth, Rei! Besides, they don’t make war except on the youma, and they don’t destroy happiness! They do less collateral damage than we do, and they get their fights over faster than we do!”
“Oh, what about that youma they stopped us from dusting?! The one they let get away!?”
“THAT they explained wasn’t a youma, just some traveller from another galaxy making a pit stop to fix his spaceship!”
“So they say...and what about the city block they leveled!?”
“It was the bad guy’s fortress, built overnight on a formerly abandoned lot! And they took care of it faster than we could have!”
“By disrupting the lives of everybody with an arrogant show of force!”
“Okay, so the giant transforming spaceship the size of several aircraft carriers literally stomping the Dark Warlord’s Headquarters of Hideousness was a bit much, but it got the job done. That’s no reason to go on and on about how evil these people are and why you dislike them so much!”
“Matako, I expect that from somebody who’s dating one of the enemy!”
“THEY’RE NOT THE ENEMY!!!! HE’S MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR!”
“Who happens to be one of the ‘marines’ detailed to keep us under surveillance!”
“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT! HE’S A NICE GUY PROTECTING THE NEIGHBORHOOD!”
”I expect that too from a traitor, defending the enemy.”
“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!”
”Traitor.”
“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”
”Traitor, traitor, traitor.”
“ARGH!”
”Ami, do something!”
“What? I can’t do anything...My mom’s dating a visiting doctor over at the university. She’s happy. They’re introducing new cancer treatments and regeneration therapies over at the hospital. It has ‘UEsG’ written all over it.”
“You suspect they’re infiltrating the hospital?!”
“No, they’re blatantly walking in and announcing themselves. I saw the boxes of medical equipment they’re bringing in. They all have ‘UEsG’ stamped all over them.”
“Haruka, Michiru, you going to weigh in on this?”
”We sorta support Rei here...”
“SEE?!”
“But there’s nothing we can do about it...”
”Eh?!”
“They got Hotaru.”
“NANI!?”
”Her high school had an ROTC program and summer camp. Guess who ran it?”
“You mean?”
“-She just completed basic training and SAR camp-”
(Cut to a shot of Hotaru Tomoe wearing a suit of CDFC armor, carrying a blue EMT bag, walking alongside a number of other young women in similar gear as they cross an airfield sporting a variety of aerospace craft...Sea Sergeants, Glamors, JSDF VTOLs, HERMES floaters, Ospreys, a Catalina flying boat, even a UNSC Pelican. She’s talking animatedly with another young woman next to her with ‘Airman Wales’ stenciled on her armor’s nametag)
Hotaru: “So you’re really heir to the Throne of England?”
Wales*: “What’s left of it. And you’re Princess of Saturn?”
Hotaru: “What’s left of it.”
(Cut back to the gathered Senshi)
“She’s already signed up to do a tour of duty with an SAR squadron on Takamatsu.”
“I can see why you’re bummed.”
“...That, and she’s already being paid more than I’ve been making racing.”
“Damn....”
“It’s all gone downhill since they took Setsuna away...”
“What ever happened to her? Have you heard anything?”
“Nothing. I’m sure they’re doing horrible things to her, though.”
(Cut to, a shot of hands cuffed behind a bare back, long green hair plastered to the skin. There’s a long drawn-out moan, then a shot of a large syringe getting filled with a strange-looking substance)
(Cut back to the Senshi)
“Torture, definitely. Horrible torture. Nothing less would stop her from trying to escape and get back to us.”
(Cut back to the needle beading with fluid. There’s another long drawn out moan in the background)
(Senshi again)
“Poor Setsuna....”
(Cut back to the handcuffs and moaning and gasping. Draw back to reveal a green-haired Setsuna furiously necking with a redhaired girl in a padded room, both of them handcuffed, but otherwise unimpeded in their throes of passion, though they are dressed enough to preserve modesty )(Somewhere, several fanboys suffer aneurysms and collapse)
(Cut to two mental hospital attendants, one of whom is delivering a dose of plant food with a large syringe to a potted flower. They look up at the latest moan of pleasure echoing down the hall.)
“They went through the strawberries and the champagne shots fast.”
”Don’t they ever stop?”
“Martial arts endurance and temporal enhancement. They’ll be at it for HOURS.”
”Be glad when they get the new sound proofing installed.”
“Or another wing built.”
“Glad to see SOMEBODY enjoying their stay here.”
“Oh, you weren’t here in the old days when she first arrived.”
“Oh really? Which one? We have three of them!”
“The original. Real diehard escapist, until she started making a profit working out of her padded room.”**
(Cut back to the Senshi)
“Poor Setsuna...Those evil bastards...I really hate those guys. I really really hate hate-”
“ARGHHHH!!!!”
(Cut to a pair of disguised Intelligence operatives on stakeout)
Spook One: “So what are they doing now?”
Spook Two: (holding surveillance scope)”Looks like the tall brunette is trying to strangle the one with the dark hair.”
Spook One: “Again?”
Spook Two: “Uh-huh. Looks like the black-haired one is trying to take the nose off the brunette though.”
Spook One:”Think we should call in reinforcements? The brunette IS his girlfriend after all.”
Spook Two:”Nah, what would we say to him? ‘We’ve been watching your girlfriend’? I’d be creeped out if somebody told me that.”



(*In the Baseline Robotech Universe, the British Royal Bloodline survived by virtue of at least one of the Princes being in the American Southwest, doing exercises with the UEDF military, at the time of the Zentraedi Rain of Death. Owing to the near total destruction of the British Isles and the serious pruning of aristocratic bloodlines, the few remaining members of the House of Lords changed the primogeniture laws to allow women to inherit the Royal Crown of England, paving the way for the half-Terran/half-Zentraedi Princess of Wales to one day inherit the Crown.)

**Haven 3 Maximum Security Psychiatric Hospital Facility
Sometimes the GMP has to arrest people who are dangerous, not simply to others, but to themselves, or, because of mental conditions, are at risk from others. Sometimes a villian(ness) is simply a sick hero(ine), and appropriate measures must be taken...but not always in the public eye. For these unfortunates, the GMP has set up a series of ‘dark havens’, facilities hidden away from the public, and off the radar and official records.
Haven 3, sometimes called Foam Rubber Acres, is one such facility....a psychiatric hospital and penitentary complex for maladjusted detainees. Haven 3 is the facility set aside for women.
The hospital itself is located in a remote and secret region...It originally was located in the recovering forests of remote western R-Earth Canada, but may have been moved since then, possibly even to another alternate Earth. Since the ceasefire and sunsequent alliance with the Invid, it has even been rumored that the facility is concealed in a Genesis Pit/Geofront. The security is heavy, the ward guards wearing full EBA(patterned after one of the early model ASC armors, but with a distinctive bright yellow padded surfacing) and backed by Unicorn CDCR-1 Battloids(necessary, since some of the inmates are parahumans).
Notable residents of Haven-3 have included Rei-IIIe(subsequently rehabed), Ranko Saotome, Sailor Pluto/Setsuna Meioh(actually two of them), and Doctor Ritsuko Akagi(though the latter was moved out to another facility when trouble broke out between her and Rei IIIe). Henrietta Croce also reportedly served a short stint in Haven-3, her bionics disabled from ‘superhuman’ mode, until the GMP set up a pediatric psych rehab program for her elsewhere.

Current residents of note:
*Setsuna Meioh(Setsuna-A)---Committed when she was captured trying to stage a pre-emptive attack from her homeworld(NE-2J, later reclassified as ‘PSME-1’(Post-Silver Millenium Earth)) on the UEsG presence in NG-Earth01. Was arguably the first ‘parahuman’ committed to a UEsG psychiatric facility; her confinement and treatment essentially set the guidelines for the committals to follow. Though Setsuna has subsequently mellowed under treatment, she is still considered a low chance for a full recovery, and remains confined for her own protection. Frankly, though, she ‘s quite pleased with the way things are(she actually thwarted an escape attempt by one of her two ‘sisters’), turns a small profit designing her own (risque) clothing line from the inside, and having a long-running romantic affair with fellow resident Ranko Saotome.

*Setsuna-B---Sailor Pluto on NGEarth-5i. She attacked an Invid simulagent on the planet, alerting the UEsG infiltration team to the presence of a co-existing Sailor Senshi presence on the world, and was captured before she could kill the Invid operative. Violently dedicated to the Crystal Tokyo At All Costs doctrine, and was committed to Haven-3, where she remains. (In contrast to the much more stylishly attired Setsuna-A, -B frequently appears in 'Hannibal Lector Institutional' fashion).

*Setsuna-C---Sailor Pluto on PSME-2. Went insane when Pluto was downgraded as a planet by the International Astronomical Society. Her fellow Sailor Senshi subdued her, tied her up, and delivered her to the UEsG SDEF team with instructions to ‘take good care of her’. Committed to Haven-3 when she expressed intentions to ‘prune the temporal lines’ of astronomers and ungrateful Sailor Senshi. Acutely depressed and psychotic, she remains under wraps at Haven-3. Known to spend most of her time alternately commiserating and bickering with Setsuna-B. Just don't bring up modern astronomy around her.

*’Ranko’ Saotome---Ranma avatar from T(akahashi)1/2E-2. Locked in female form and driven to suicide, she was stopped by junketing UEsG tourists. Despite efforts to get her out of her suicidal depression, ‘Ranko’ refused to give up on her efforts to self-terminate, and was subsequently committed to Haven-3 for her own protection. Has responded to treatment, but is considered to remain a danger to herself. Is in a long-running romance with Setsuna-A(ironically she's even more 'manly' than he was before she got locked).

*Ahanas---Ex-queen of the city of Ishta on RT-01 Windaria. Committed for extreme(suicidal) depression following the defeat of her city in war, her efforts to kill her former lover, and an attempt to put a bullet in her own brain, though it’s also rumored that the UEsG wanted her out of the way and not causing a stink as the UEsG moved her war-torn homeland from a fuedal system to a democratic society. Currently remains hospitalized, with no definite date or schedule for rehab. Doesn't acknowledge her ward-mates as even being there, not out of any sense of arrogance, but simply because she's apparently zoned out most of the time.

[gaby]

Using the Sailots scouts are Great.

What period do you think would make a good time,for a crossover?
I say Between 2015 to 2022.

the Zentraedi and the Robotech Masters,are from a different Galaxy,What are the Aliens Races you will use?
How would you balance things so the Robotech,s Earth das not curbstomp other races in ther Galaxy?

[taalismn]

Using the Sailots scouts are Great.

What period do you think would make a good time,for a crossover?
I say Between 2015 to 2022.

the Zentraedi and the Robotech Masters,are from a different Galaxy,What are the Aliens Races you will use?
How would you balance things so the Robotech,s Earth das not curbstomp other races in ther Galaxy?

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RESOURCE ALLOCATION: 27TH HEAVY SURFACE BOMBARDMENT BRIGADE, UEsG TC(FORT WAYNE). 23 KILOTON N2 MUNITIONS AVAILABLE. LOADED. AWAITING ARMING CODE.
WEAPONS CLEARANCE: SCARLET-ALPHA-RAMBO. FIRE WHEN READY.
FIELD UNIT RESPONSE: TARGETING COORDINATES LOCKED. WEAPON ARMED. WEAPON FIRED. DOOR SLAMMER AWAY. TIME ON TARGET: 73.2 SECONDS. MARK-
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DOOR SLAMMER ON TARGET. REGISTERING GATE COLLAPSE. STAND DOWN RED ALERT.
FIELD UNIT RESPONSE: YEE-HAAAAWWWWW!!!!