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taalismn wrote:A bit more on UEsG Minmei:


UEsG Minmei’s sort of like a rather less extravagant Jackie Onassis, or a Marilyn Monroe who lived(rather than commiting suicide/getting whacked, depending on which theory you subscribe to). In the core Robotech UEsG universe, her rep is about what you’d expect; even with medical rejuvenation she’s seen as yesterday’s news, with her share of diehard fans and equal number of diehard critics and cynics. She’s occasionally hit on for ‘where are they now?’ style interviews and makes the occasional celebrity appearance, cameo, or duet with some younger up-and-coming talent. Outside the busy core worlds, however, she’s acquiring a business empire of her own, including controlling interest in an expanding network of LWD restaurant franchises, music studios, and shipping companies. She has accumulated her own network of good support personnel, loyal company people, and reliable contacts, and while she may not have ninjas on speed-dial, she does have a cadre of loyal Zentraedi muscle.
Minmei CONSIDERED adopting an Ayanami clone, but decided against it, seeing it as a rather desperate move to appear ‘normal’, and recognizing that perhaps, at the time, she’d not be the best adoptive parent of a super-powered already-teenager. Instead she focuses her attention on her own children.
The irony is that, outside the core universes, when one of her employees catches her singing and suggests jokingly(or seriously) that maybe she should change careers and become a pop-singer, she starts laughing maniacally, before catching herself and dismissing the idea as balderdash.

Minmei: "Why do I even bother asking who writes this stuff?!"
Lisa: "Because you're even more clueless then we thought?"

UEsG Minmei: "Oh come ON, girl! Can't you accept a positive treatment instead of being stuck in the past?! You're missing out on opportunities, including more chances to be truly happy than you would doing a Kyle and looking for salvation in the bottom of a bottle! Maybe be a genuine heroine instead of somebody else's doormat!"

taalismn wrote:Her husband does joke that whereas her voice once helped destroy a million ships, a snap of her fingers now launches a hundred. Not quite true, but her husband's mercantile shipping company does have quite a few vessels, mostly Tirolian transports, but with three or four transport conversions of Zentraedi designs, and a few Terra designs, such as a civilian version of the Garfish.

I'm also glad she found someone.

Arnie100 wrote:

taalismn wrote:A bit more on UEsG Minmei:


UEsG Minmei’s sort of like a rather less extravagant Jackie Onassis, or a Marilyn Monroe who lived(rather than commiting suicide/getting whacked, depending on which theory you subscribe to). In the core Robotech UEsG universe, her rep is about what you’d expect; even with medical rejuvenation she’s seen as yesterday’s news, with her share of diehard fans and equal number of diehard critics and cynics. She’s occasionally hit on for ‘where are they now?’ style interviews and makes the occasional celebrity appearance, cameo, or duet with some younger up-and-coming talent. Outside the busy core worlds, however, she’s acquiring a business empire of her own, including controlling interest in an expanding network of LWD restaurant franchises, music studios, and shipping companies. She has accumulated her own network of good support personnel, loyal company people, and reliable contacts, and while she may not have ninjas on speed-dial, she does have a cadre of loyal Zentraedi muscle.
Minmei CONSIDERED adopting an Ayanami clone, but decided against it, seeing it as a rather desperate move to appear ‘normal’, and recognizing that perhaps, at the time, she’d not be the best adoptive parent of a super-powered already-teenager. Instead she focuses her attention on her own children.
The irony is that, outside the core universes, when one of her employees catches her singing and suggests jokingly(or seriously) that maybe she should change careers and become a pop-singer, she starts laughing maniacally, before catching herself and dismissing the idea as balderdash.

Minmei: "Why do I even bother asking who writes this stuff?!"
Lisa: "Because you're even more clueless then we thought?"

taalismn wrote:UEsG Minmei: "Oh come ON, girl! Can't you accept a positive treatment instead of being stuck in the past?! You're missing out on opportunities, including more chances to be truly happy than you would doing a Kyle and looking for salvation in the bottom of a bottle! Maybe be a genuine heroine instead of somebody else's doormat!"

Ya, she has really come a long way.

Alpha 11 wrote:Ya, she has really come a long way.

2,000oz's

Kargan3033 wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:Ya, she has really come a long way.

2,000oz's

Above the Geofront, Lt. Austin, of the REP watched as several transport helicopters and the gunship escorts approached her camouflaged position and began dropping ropes.

Austin: "Looks like they got airborne reinforcements coming in. LITTLE BIRD! Your up."

Naomi: "Yes Mam!"

Suddenly a blue and white AW-CBR115 Glaive, sweeps in destroying the gunships on the first pass, then switching to destroyer mode.

Naomi: (In her para-mail, standing among the flaming helicopter wreckage) "Targets eliminated Mam!"

"You know, we could have just asked the scout Bolo to use her infinite repeaters."
"Let's not reveal that particular card until we absolutely have to..."

SRoss wrote:Above the Geofront, Lt. Austin, of the REP watched as several transport helicopters and the gunship escorts approached her camouflaged position and began dropping ropes.

Austin: "Looks like they got airborne reinforcements coming in. LITTLE BIRD! Your up."

Naomi: "Yes Mam!"

Suddenly a blue and white AW-CBR115 Glaive, sweeps in destroying the gunships on the first pass, then switching to destroyer mode.

Naomi: (In her para-mail, standing among the flaming helicopter wreckage) "Targets eliminated Mam!"

Nice!

taalismn wrote:"You know, we could have just asked the scout Bolo to use her infinite repeaters."
"Let's not reveal that particular card until we absolutely have to..."

<"Infinite repeaters? I HAVE a Hellbore, just so you know!">
"Let's not get carried away...."

taalismn wrote:<"Infinite repeaters? I HAVE a Hellbore, just so you know!">
"Let's not get carried away...."

Naomi: "But I'm cuter."

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:<"Infinite repeaters? I HAVE a Hellbore, just so you know!">
"Let's not get carried away...."

Naomi: "But I'm cuter."

"No you're not."
"No way."
"The Bolo's definitely cuter."
"Hands down the cutest."
"Can't beat that endurachrome smile, that flint steel curvaceousness."
"That winning attitude."
"Winning qualities in my book."

Naomi: " "

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:<"Infinite repeaters? I HAVE a Hellbore, just so you know!">
"Let's not get carried away...."

Naomi: "But I'm cuter."

"No you're not."
"No way."
"The Bolo's definitely cuter."
"Hands down the cutest."
"Can't beat that endurachrome smile, that flint steel curvaceousness."
"That winning attitude."
"Winning qualities in my book."

Naomi: " "

"Why am I now envisioning a Pink Bolo?"

SRoss wrote:[
"Why am I now envisioning a Pink Bolo?"

It's the big durachrome bow somebody welded to the front fender that makes all the difference between 'intimidating as hell' and 'cute as all get out'.

taalismn wrote:<"Infinite repeaters? I HAVE a Hellbore, just so you know!">
"Let's not get carried away...."

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:<"Infinite repeaters? I HAVE a Hellbore, just so you know!">
"Let's not get carried away...."

Naomi: "But I'm cuter."

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:<"Infinite repeaters? I HAVE a Hellbore, just so you know!">
"Let's not get carried away...."

Naomi: "But I'm cuter."

"No you're not."
"No way."
"The Bolo's definitely cuter."
"Hands down the cutest."
"Can't beat that endurachrome smile, that flint steel curvaceousness."
"That winning attitude."
"Winning qualities in my book."

Naomi: " "

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:<"Infinite repeaters? I HAVE a Hellbore, just so you know!">
"Let's not get carried away...."

Naomi: "But I'm cuter."

"No you're not."
"No way."
"The Bolo's definitely cuter."
"Hands down the cutest."
"Can't beat that endurachrome smile, that flint steel curvaceousness."
"That winning attitude."
"Winning qualities in my book."

Naomi: " "

"Why am I now envisioning a Pink Bolo?"

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:[
"Why am I now envisioning a Pink Bolo?"

It's the big durachrome bow somebody welded to the front fender that makes all the difference between 'intimidating as hell' and 'cute as all get out'.

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:[
"Why am I now envisioning a Pink Bolo?"

It's the big durachrome bow somebody welded to the front fender that makes all the difference between 'intimidating as hell' and 'cute as all get out'.

Kyle: "I don't care how much pink paint you use or how many bows. Bolos just are not Kawaii!"

Hotaru: "At least I'M still considered the original Moe character..."

Kyle: "What are you doing here!?!"

Hotaru: "Standing in for Death ... You'll understand in a minute."

Kyle: "Wha? Oh right, Bolos can't take criticism..."

Bolo: <"No, I will concede we Bolos are not kawaii-">
Kyle: "See! Even the war machine agrees-"
Bolo: <"We are, however, irresistible.">

taalismn wrote:Bolo: <"No, I will concede we Bolos are not kawaii-">
Kyle: "See! Even the war machine agrees-"
Bolo: <"We are, however, irresistible.">

Angel: (Stomping down on the Bolo from above) *"Pink Bolos make the cutest foot wear. - Giggle!"*

Naomi: "I'll give you that one."

Deep in the Geofront, the great tuner watched the video feed as his genetically engineered Angel danced around with what appeared to be a giant burning pink fuzzy slipper on it's foot.

Embryo: "If I can't get the girl of my dreams to submit to me. I'll use NERV's labs to create super Angels to destroy the multiverse."

Minmei: "YES!! SOMEBODY LOVES ME!!"
Embryo: "DAMMIT...Anyone but HER!!"

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:[
"Why am I now envisioning a Pink Bolo?"

It's the big durachrome bow somebody welded to the front fender that makes all the difference between 'intimidating as hell' and 'cute as all get out'.

Kyle: "I don't care how much pink paint you use or how many bows. Bolos just are not Kawaii!"

Hotaru: "At least I'M still considered the original Moe character..."

Kyle: "What are you doing here!?!"

Hotaru: "Standing in for Death ... You'll understand in a minute."

Kyle: "Wha? Oh right, Bolos can't take criticism..."

taalismn wrote:Bolo: <"No, I will concede we Bolos are not kawaii-">
Kyle: "See! Even the war machine agrees-"
Bolo: <"We are, however, irresistible.">

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Bolo: <"No, I will concede we Bolos are not kawaii-">
Kyle: "See! Even the war machine agrees-"
Bolo: <"We are, however, irresistible.">

Angel: (Stomping down on the Bolo from above) *"Pink Bolos make the cutest foot wear. - Giggle!"*

Naomi: "I'll give you that one."

taalismn wrote:<"Stomping us just puts you in point-blank Hellbore range. Up yours.">

SRoss wrote:Deep in the Geofront, the great tuner watched the video feed as his genetically engineered Angel danced around with what appeared to be a giant burning pink fuzzy slipper on it's foot.

Embryo: "If I can't get the girl of my dreams to submit to me. I'll use NERV's labs to create super Angels to destroy the multiverse."

Arnie100 wrote:Minmei: "YES!! SOMEBODY LOVES ME!!"
Embryo: "DAMMIT...Anyone but HER!!"

Somehow the image of a giant paranormal mis-designated kaiju-engine-of-destruction trying to pry a pink Bolo off its leg strangely appeals to me.
Another sign that no matter what you do to a Bolo, it remains a Bolo at heart and purpose.

"As a sign of contempt for the hu-mahns, I have turned one of their mightiest war engines into a kitchen appliance! OHHOHOHHOOHOAAACKKKK!!!"
"...wow, I've never seen an arrogant alien overlord savagely attacked by a toaster before...."


"Don't insult the toaster, Kara. It's a good friend and loyal protector..."
"You Thirteenth Tribers are so frakkin' screwed up, you know?"

taalismn wrote:Somehow the image of a giant paranormal mis-designated kaiju-engine-of-destruction trying to pry a pink Bolo off its leg strangely appeals to me.
Another sign that no matter what you do to a Bolo, it remains a Bolo at heart and purpose.

Kinda reminds me of a poodle one of my neighbors had... You couldn't beat it off your leg with a stick.

Arnie100 wrote:Minmei: "YES!! SOMEBODY LOVES ME!!"
Embryo: "DAMMIT...Anyone but HER!!"

Pinhead: (Looking up as he enters the room) "Well, I see I'm not needed here."

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Somehow the image of a giant paranormal mis-designated kaiju-engine-of-destruction trying to pry a pink Bolo off its leg strangely appeals to me.
Another sign that no matter what you do to a Bolo, it remains a Bolo at heart and purpose.

Kinda reminds me of a poodle one of my neighbors had... You couldn't beat it off your leg with a stick.

Poodles...nasty bit of breeding...bear traps wrapped in lint. Small brains dominated by 'need to kill!'.

"Okay, you based the new Bolo mental architecture on a rabid WHAT?!"

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Somehow the image of a giant paranormal mis-designated kaiju-engine-of-destruction trying to pry a pink Bolo off its leg strangely appeals to me.
Another sign that no matter what you do to a Bolo, it remains a Bolo at heart and purpose.

Kinda reminds me of a poodle one of my neighbors had... You couldn't beat it off your leg with a stick.

Poodles...nasty bit of breeding...bear traps wrapped in lint. Small brains dominated by 'need to kill!'.

"Okay, you based the new Bolo mental architecture on a rabid WHAT?!"

Actually, unfortunately, this one was just really, really horny.

Vicious I could have dealt with.

"I didn't even know Bolos HAD teeth."
"This one apparently does."


(and on the subject of small meaningless dogs, my old high school algebra teacher, a kindly old lady by any other definition, referred to them as 'kickers').

taalismn wrote:"I didn't even know Bolos HAD teeth."
"This one apparently does."


(and on the subject of small meaningless dogs, my old high school algebra teacher, a kindly old lady by any other definition, referred to them as 'kickers').

"Umm, that's not it's teeth."

Angel: (Shaking it's leg violently) "Eeeewww! GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!!!"

"In retrospect, putting that coring drill there seems somewhat ...off..."
"Well, where else would you put in on an engineering conversion Bolo?!"

taalismn wrote:Somehow the image of a giant paranormal mis-designated kaiju-engine-of-destruction trying to pry a pink Bolo off its leg strangely appeals to me.
Another sign that no matter what you do to a Bolo, it remains a Bolo at heart and purpose.

"As a sign of contempt for the hu-mahns, I have turned one of their mightiest war engines into a kitchen appliance! OHHOHOHHOOHOAAACKKKK!!!"
"...wow, I've never seen an arrogant alien overlord savagely attacked by a toaster before...."


"Don't insult the toaster, Kara. It's a good friend and loyal protector..."
"You Thirteenth Tribers are so frakkin' screwed up, you know?"

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Somehow the image of a giant paranormal mis-designated kaiju-engine-of-destruction trying to pry a pink Bolo off its leg strangely appeals to me.
Another sign that no matter what you do to a Bolo, it remains a Bolo at heart and purpose.

Kinda reminds me of a poodle one of my neighbors had... You couldn't beat it off your leg with a stick.

SRoss wrote:

Arnie100 wrote:Minmei: "YES!! SOMEBODY LOVES ME!!"
Embryo: "DAMMIT...Anyone but HER!!"

Pinhead: (Looking up as he enters the room) "Well, I see I'm not needed here."

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Somehow the image of a giant paranormal mis-designated kaiju-engine-of-destruction trying to pry a pink Bolo off its leg strangely appeals to me.
Another sign that no matter what you do to a Bolo, it remains a Bolo at heart and purpose.

Kinda reminds me of a poodle one of my neighbors had... You couldn't beat it off your leg with a stick.

Poodles...nasty bit of breeding...bear traps wrapped in lint. Small brains dominated by 'need to kill!'.

"Okay, you based the new Bolo mental architecture on a rabid WHAT?!"

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Somehow the image of a giant paranormal mis-designated kaiju-engine-of-destruction trying to pry a pink Bolo off its leg strangely appeals to me.
Another sign that no matter what you do to a Bolo, it remains a Bolo at heart and purpose.

Kinda reminds me of a poodle one of my neighbors had... You couldn't beat it off your leg with a stick.

Poodles...nasty bit of breeding...bear traps wrapped in lint. Small brains dominated by 'need to kill!'.

"Okay, you based the new Bolo mental architecture on a rabid WHAT?!"

Actually, unfortunately, this one was just really, really horny.

Vicious I could have dealt with.

taalismn wrote:"I didn't even know Bolos HAD teeth."
"This one apparently does."


(and on the subject of small meaningless dogs, my old high school algebra teacher, a kindly old lady by any other definition, referred to them as 'kickers').

I think I could like her.

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:"I didn't even know Bolos HAD teeth."
"This one apparently does."


(and on the subject of small meaningless dogs, my old high school algebra teacher, a kindly old lady by any other definition, referred to them as 'kickers').

"Umm, that's not it's teeth."

Angel: (Shaking it's leg violently) "Eeeewww! GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!!!"

taalismn wrote:"In retrospect, putting that coring drill there seems somewhat ...off..."
"Well, where else would you put in on an engineering conversion Bolo?!"

taalismn wrote:"I didn't even know Bolos HAD teeth."
"This one apparently does."

(and on the subject of small meaningless dogs, my old high school algebra teacher, a kindly old lady by any other definition, referred to them as 'kickers').

It's always good when math teachers have a firm grasp on reality. Though they're not kickers, they're *skeet.*

Naomi: "Are you going to take out the Angel with your scythe of the Goddess of Death?"

Hotaru: (Opening a lunch bag) "No, I have a better idea. Here put this piece of bread in your teeth."

Naomi: "!?!"

Hotaru & Naomi: (With bread hanging out of their mouths) "OH NO! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!"

Angel & Bolo: "ARRRGGG!!! THE MOE!!! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!"

And everybody else is eating popcorn and watching the show...

Arnie100 wrote:And everybody else is eating popcorn and watching the show...

SRoss: "And the best part is we have all the molten butter we need!"

taalismn: "Umm, who made this popcorn?"

Naomi: "Ange and Vivian..."

Fourth Wall Gang:

"We still can't figure out how she put a skillet into orbit using only fish stew, with what had to be a release of energy equaled only in certain vintages of Pinochet Grand Fenwick...."
"Gracious, did that thing EVER come down?"

Arnie100: "I KNEW there was something funky about that popcorn!!"

thorr-kan wrote:

taalismn wrote:"I didn't even know Bolos HAD teeth."
"This one apparently does."

(and on the subject of small meaningless dogs, my old high school algebra teacher, a kindly old lady by any other definition, referred to them as 'kickers').

It's always good when math teachers have a firm grasp on reality. Though they're not kickers, they're *skeet.*

SRoss wrote:Naomi: "Are you going to take out the Angel with your scythe of the Goddess of Death?"

Hotaru: (Opening a lunch bag) "No, I have a better idea. Here put this piece of bread in your teeth."

Naomi: "!?!"

Hotaru & Naomi: (With bread hanging out of their mouths) "OH NO! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!"

Angel & Bolo: "ARRRGGG!!! THE MOE!!! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!"

taalismn wrote:<My moe-shields snap up, absorbing the kwai-band energy and rerouting it to my main armament in this form. My two available shots must count, so I dedicate ,357 seconds to achieving target lock before opening fire.>

"AUUUGGHHH! HOT TOAST! HOT TOAST! HOT TOAST! IT BURRRRNNNZZZZZ!!!!!"

Arnie100 wrote:And everybody else is eating popcorn and watching the show...

SRoss wrote:

Arnie100 wrote:And everybody else is eating popcorn and watching the show...

SRoss: "And the best part is we have all the molten butter we need!"

taalismn: "Umm, who made this popcorn?"

Naomi: "Ange and Vivian..."

Fourth Wall Gang:

taalismn wrote:"We still can't figure out how she put a skillet into orbit using only fish stew, with what had to be a release of energy equaled only in certain vintages of Pinochet Grand Fenwick...."
"Gracious, did that thing EVER come down?"

Arnie100 wrote:Arnie100: "I KNEW there was something funky about that popcorn!!"

"Well, at least we now know how her maid knew her way around high explosives..."
"I levitated a live grenade, I didn't defuse it!"
"...rrrriiiigggghhhhhtttt..."

Okay. No work this weekend, so I have more material written up. I'm not sure how it'll work out (this story is wrangling itself out as I type it), but it's still progressing.

I also hope that everyone's getting all my references. I'd hate to confuse people.
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In the upper atmosphere, things weren't going quite as smoothly. Shinji Ikari smiled; his forethought had brought forth excellent fruit.

The replica Lances of Longinus were working extremely well; the modified Ayanami clones were functioning flawlessly. Several of the enemy's fighters had been eliminated, and it seemed that the mother ship was pulling away from far earth orbit. His own AT-Field, which he had actually mastered only recently, was holding up excellently in the face of the enemy's weaponry. Several of their units were using modified AT-Fields, and while the anti-AT-Field missiles were unexpected, his own fields were more than easily dealing with them. Especially once he'd figured out how to layer AT-Fields within anti-AT-Fields within the hexagonal arrangement.

The ground troops were having greater issues than he was. Apparently the invading troops were using unconventional weapons and armor; the weapons had much higher outputs than anything his R&D team had access to on a man-portable scale, and their armors were somewhat resistant to the derivatives of Zeruel's energy beams. It wasn't as if it mattered; the true keys to his own Instrumentality were too well hidden to be casually discovered.

While the fighters were pulling clear, he spotted seven humaniform mechs. Their energy readings were unusual, but nothing overpowering. Lashing out with his AT-Field, he pushed the nearest group back.

All except one. His AT-Field engaged a new kind of field, one that registered as 'UNKNOWN ENERGY WAVEFORM' to Unit-01s sensors. Sparks flew in the rarefied atmosphere as the two fields violently clashed.

Frowning, Shinji focussed his Lance Fighters on the one unit's escort while he becan alternating the phase states on his AT-Field. Slowly, inexorably, the enemy mech was drawn in to Unit-01's melee range.

This fight would end soon.
***
Sousuke Sagara, former Afghani child soldier, Arm slave specialist pilot, gritted his teeth as the Leavatein's Lambda Driver strained against the onslaught of energy. He could feel the cooling fins cooling off in the thin atmosphere, the only reason the Lambda Driver hadn't overheated yet. Fortunately, while the Lambda Driver was operating, the rest of the Leavatein was free to move.

Changing weapons, he pulled out the new boxer shot cannon. The massive shotgun was always his preference, but this new loadout from Mithral's new allies was innovative.

Three shots later, fired in time with the opponent's pulsating field, pitted and scored the 300 foot tall robot's armor across most of it's chest; micro-munitions were paying off, essentially mini-missile warheads fired as buckshot.

His sensors flared a warning, even as one of the enemy's sword shaped fighters was flung away by the pair's combatting energies. Checking his feeds, he saw that the enemy fighters, engaging Urzu squad, were fighting an evenly matched battle. It seemed that Urzu's stolid reliance on solid munitions was paying off, and they had too little training in fully relying on the PPAT-Fields their Arm Slaves had been equipped with to be taken unawares like the Ghost Fighters had.
***
Mao was coordinating her squad's movements, in cooperation with the Sherman's tactical feeds. Urzu squad was doing well, holding it's own against the fighters that had ripped apart the Ghost fighter drones.

Weber was hanging back, his massive (and extremely new) sniper rifle digging deep gouges in enemy fighters from several miles away. Their maneuverability was startling, but his ability to accurately visualize a bullet's trajectory combined with thousands of hours of practice in leading targets was paying off. Slowly, Urzu squad was turning this tide.

Mao just hoped that Sousuke could handle that giant robot.

On the Sherman, Captain Stovesh kept his eyes on the Tactical Board. He saw that the new Urzu squad was doing well against Unit-01's forces, the ground forces were making gradual headway but at considerable cost, and Kilo-5 (the spy force that he knew they were) was recovering Gendo Ikari, who was apprently in a near-vegetative state.

"Sir, I have a message from Ascendant Retribution. They have cleared the Gate and are accessing Slipspace for a precision jump. ETA: two minutes."

"Understood. Let them know that we appreciate the assistance."
***
Deep within NERV's bowels, the new Command Center was busy. Keeping eyes on all the targets was proving taxing, and keeping an eye on that guy in the massive armor was nearly impossible. Somehow he kept disappearing from the view of cameras, sometimes right in front of them!

Kensuke Aida, Security Commander, was tracking the ground troops that had invaded. These troops were well trained, experienced, and battle-hardened. In addition, some of them used projectile weapons with a massive punch, something that the man-portable AT-Fields had never been tested against. Their energy weapons were devastating as well. The only real advantages that the NERV security forces had were home-ground knowledge and the hand-held energy cannons.

The odds had shifted when reinforcements arrived. The soldier in the green armor had torn through his troops like they were made of over-cooked pasta, that soldier's VTOL aircraft was capable of spreading ammunition in such a devastating arc, and most of the Geofront's boobytraps were either disabled or already set off. Add to it the female figure that kept disappearing and reappearing, invisible to all of their sensitive sensors.

And then there was the soldier in that bulky armor with the shoulder cannon. That guy was clearly on an important mission; even though he was the most heavily armed, he wasn't participating in the assault. Instead he seemed to be moving through the old NERV areas that were no longer in use.

Now his security forces were freaking out. Apparently they were under assault by giant teddy bears, of all things. At first he didn't believe them, but the A/V feeds proved true. The sight of mascot-sized teddy bears armed with assault rifles, pulling off flawless sweep & clear maneuvers was unnerving.

Aolthough what was confusing was the audio. 'What does "Fumo fumo fumoffu" mean anyways?' he thought to himself.

As it happened, Ops Commander Hikari Horaki turned out to have an incredible knack for 3D combat planning. Coordinating missile strike as well as directing the Lances using trackballs, her ability to efficiently direct aerial bordered on supernatural. This time, however, the enemy was just as good as she was. Clearly they were experienced in planetary invasion tactics, which countered her usual advantages. But she was coping, managing to keep the aerial battle on a more or less even level.

At her station across the Command Center from Aida, she could hear what was happening across the room, but paid little heed to it. She had her own battle to conduct, and the Lances generally didn't like her controlling them.

At the center console sat Rei Ayanami. The one who'd survived Third Impact. Frowning, she monitored the other consoles, Unit-01's feeds, and her own sensor clusters imbedded in various satellites around the globe.

She didn't like what she was seeing, but there was little she could do about it. "Aida, Horaki, we have a new vessel appearing from a gravitational warpspace. Several small vessels are emerging. some are engaging the Lances, others are heading for the Geofront."

"I'm on it," Hikari replied, keying in several commands. "I am launching more Lances. Inform the secondary team to man their controls."

"On it from my end," Kensuke popped off. "Additional anti-air batteries are online, and I am getting ready to release the Minions into the Geofront. All the staff have been removed to shelters, and our own blast doors have been duly reinforced. Now if I could only figure out what that one ****er is doing..."

I have to wonder if Sousuke was channeling a missed childhood with those power armors....

taalismn wrote:"Well, at least we now know how her maid knew her way around high explosives..."
"I levitated a live grenade, I didn't defuse it!"
"...rrrriiiigggghhhhhtttt..."

wyrmraker wrote:Okay. No work this weekend, so I have more material written up. I'm not sure how it'll work out (this story is wrangling itself out as I type it), but it's still progressing.

I also hope that everyone's getting all my references. I'd hate to confuse people.
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In the upper atmosphere, things weren't going quite as smoothly. Shinji Ikari smiled; his forethought had brought forth excellent fruit.

The replica Lances of Longinus were working extremely well; the modified Ayanami clones were functioning flawlessly. Several of the enemy's fighters had been eliminated, and it seemed that the mother ship was pulling away from far earth orbit. His own AT-Field, which he had actually mastered only recently, was holding up excellently in the face of the enemy's weaponry. Several of their units were using modified AT-Fields, and while the anti-AT-Field missiles were unexpected, his own fields were more than easily dealing with them. Especially once he'd figured out how to layer AT-Fields within anti-AT-Fields within the hexagonal arrangement.

The ground troops were having greater issues than he was. Apparently the invading troops were using unconventional weapons and armor; the weapons had much higher outputs than anything his R&D team had access to on a man-portable scale, and their armors were somewhat resistant to the derivatives of Zeruel's energy beams. It wasn't as if it mattered; the true keys to his own Instrumentality were too well hidden to be casually discovered.

While the fighters were pulling clear, he spotted seven humaniform mechs. Their energy readings were unusual, but nothing overpowering. Lashing out with his AT-Field, he pushed the nearest group back.

All except one. His AT-Field engaged a new kind of field, one that registered as 'UNKNOWN ENERGY WAVEFORM' to Unit-01s sensors. Sparks flew in the rarefied atmosphere as the two fields violently clashed.

Frowning, Shinji focussed his Lance Fighters on the one unit's escort while he becan alternating the phase states on his AT-Field. Slowly, inexorably, the enemy mech was drawn in to Unit-01's melee range.

This fight would end soon.
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Sousuke Sagara, former Afghani child soldier, Arm slave specialist pilot, gritted his teeth as the Leavatein's Lambda Driver strained against the onslaught of energy. He could feel the cooling fins cooling off in the thin atmosphere, the only reason the Lambda Driver hadn't overheated yet. Fortunately, while the Lambda Driver was operating, the rest of the Leavatein was free to move.

Changing weapons, he pulled out the new boxer shot cannon. The massive shotgun was always his preference, but this new loadout from Mithral's new allies was innovative.

Three shots later, fired in time with the opponent's pulsating field, pitted and scored the 300 foot tall robot's armor across most of it's chest; micro-munitions were paying off, essentially mini-missile warheads fired as buckshot.

His sensors flared a warning, even as one of the enemy's sword shaped fighters was flung away by the pair's combatting energies. Checking his feeds, he saw that the enemy fighters, engaging Urzu squad, were fighting an evenly matched battle. It seemed that Urzu's stolid reliance on solid munitions was paying off, and they had too little training in fully relying on the PPAT-Fields their Arm Slaves had been equipped with to be taken unawares like the Ghost Fighters had.
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Mao was coordinating her squad's movements, in cooperation with the Sherman's tactical feeds. Urzu squad was doing well, holding it's own against the fighters that had ripped apart the Ghost fighter drones.

Weber was hanging back, his massive (and extremely new) sniper rifle digging deep gouges in enemy fighters from several miles away. Their maneuverability was startling, but his ability to accurately visualize a bullet's trajectory combined with thousands of hours of practice in leading targets was paying off. Slowly, Urzu squad was turning this tide.

Mao just hoped that Sousuke could handle that giant robot.

Another nice addition!

wyrmraker wrote:On the Sherman, Captain Stovesh kept his eyes on the Tactical Board. He saw that the new Urzu squad was doing well against Unit-01's forces, the ground forces were making gradual headway but at considerable cost, and Kilo-5 (the spy force that he knew they were) was recovering Gendo Ikari, who was apprently in a near-vegetative state.

"Sir, I have a message from Ascendant Retribution. They have cleared the Gate and are accessing Slipspace for a precision jump. ETA: two minutes."

"Understood. Let them know that we appreciate the assistance."
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Deep within NERV's bowels, the new Command Center was busy. Keeping eyes on all the targets was proving taxing, and keeping an eye on that guy in the massive armor was nearly impossible. Somehow he kept disappearing from the view of cameras, sometimes right in front of them!

Kensuke Aida, Security Commander, was tracking the ground troops that had invaded. These troops were well trained, experienced, and battle-hardened. In addition, some of them used projectile weapons with a massive punch, something that the man-portable AT-Fields had never been tested against. Their energy weapons were devastating as well. The only real advantages that the NERV security forces had were home-ground knowledge and the hand-held energy cannons.

The odds had shifted when reinforcements arrived. The soldier in the green armor had torn through his troops like they were made of over-cooked pasta, that soldier's VTOL aircraft was capable of spreading ammunition in such a devastating arc, and most of the Geofront's boobytraps were either disabled or already set off. Add to it the female figure that kept disappearing and reappearing, invisible to all of their sensitive sensors.

And then there was the soldier in that bulky armor with the shoulder cannon. That guy was clearly on an important mission; even though he was the most heavily armed, he wasn't participating in the assault. Instead he seemed to be moving through the old NERV areas that were no longer in use.

Now his security forces were freaking out. Apparently they were under assault by giant teddy bears, of all things. At first he didn't believe them, but the A/V feeds proved true. The sight of mascot-sized teddy bears armed with assault rifles, pulling off flawless sweep & clear maneuvers was unnerving.

Aolthough what was confusing was the audio. 'What does "Fumo fumo fumoffu" mean anyways?' he thought to himself.

As it happened, Ops Commander Hikari Horaki turned out to have an incredible knack for 3D combat planning. Coordinating missile strike as well as directing the Lances using trackballs, her ability to efficiently direct aerial bordered on supernatural. This time, however, the enemy was just as good as she was. Clearly they were experienced in planetary invasion tactics, which countered her usual advantages. But she was coping, managing to keep the aerial battle on a more or less even level.

At her station across the Command Center from Aida, she could hear what was happening across the room, but paid little heed to it. She had her own battle to conduct, and the Lances generally didn't like her controlling them.

At the center console sat Rei Ayanami. The one who'd survived Third Impact. Frowning, she monitored the other consoles, Unit-01's feeds, and her own sensor clusters imbedded in various satellites around the globe.

She didn't like what she was seeing, but there was little she could do about it. "Aida, Horaki, we have a new vessel appearing from a gravitational warpspace. Several small vessels are emerging. some are engaging the Lances, others are heading for the Geofront."

"I'm on it," Hikari replied, keying in several commands. "I am launching more Lances. Inform the secondary team to man their controls."

"On it from my end," Kensuke popped off. "Additional anti-air batteries are online, and I am getting ready to release the Minions into the Geofront. All the staff have been removed to shelters, and our own blast doors have been duly reinforced. Now if I could only figure out what that one ****er is doing..."

Another great add on!

taalismn wrote:I have to wonder if Sousuke was channeling a missed childhood with those power armors....

Don't know.

A bit of a short add-on, but I hit the text limit.
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Captain Stovesh stared as time/space warped a mere 500,000 kilometers to starboard. At first, a hint of purple lensed through the distortion, and then the purple/blue whale-belly shape of the Ascendant Retribution forced it's way out of the slipspace wormhole. A few seconds later, it had wholly emerged, already launching Seraph fighters and Sprit dropships. The Seraphs winged towards the enemy fighters, while the dropships plunged hard into the atmosphere, friction-induced flames flaring off of their energy shields.

Stovesh, while reluctant to ask for assistance from the newly allied Sangheili forces, had to admit that their backup was sorely needed. The Sherman hadn't been outfitted for such heavy combat; this was the first NG-rated world that had such a devastatingly nasty set of twists to their armoury. And they were still no closer to figuring out what was altered.

Hopefully, the Sangheili forces could turn the tide. Although he was pretty sure that Beloi was grinding his teeth into dust from frustration at having to ask the Arbiter for assistance. One didn't simply ignore or forget decades' worth of mutually genocidal warfare across a hundred worlds.

Desperation makes for strange bedfellows....

The NERV deck officer turned from watching the second wave of missiles and lances launch and immediately ordered the third wave into the tubes and ready to launch. So focused on his work, he barely had time to register the rippling explosions above him before the flaming debris struck him and the launch tubes, setting off a chorus of secondary explosions in the launch bays and hangers.

The battle with the UEG Forces had pretty much fried the sensors on the surface. Moreover, the explosions and heavy combat had rendered useless the seismic sensors that would have warned the deck officer that the VA-6B Mothra Monster had come within firing range.

Thus, the second wave had launched blindly into the path of a salvo of 40cm, Type 3 shells fired by the massive vertech. The Lances not swatted out of the sky by flaming buckshot were thrown spinning into the ground by the detonations of their own missiles.

Meanwhile, deep in the Geofront, Master Sergeant Himmons, got his team to the rodevous point and awaited the medivac. Unbenounced to him, a squad of NERV troops lead by Misato, had been tracking them all the way from the last ambush. Katsuragi, cocked her gun and keyed her mike to report the contact with the enemy when she heard a childlike voice behind her.

"Attacking hurt people isn't nice!"

She and her men went down in a hale of gunfire and tear gas without seeing their attackers.

Himmons turned toward the sound of gunfire, "It's about time you got here! I've got wounded men who need immediate evac!"

As the squad of Tachikoma uncamoflaged themselves, the blue one holding the unconscious Misato saluted Himmons with it's stubby arm. "Yes Sir!"

Wyrmraker SRoss I love what you two are posting about the battles with Nerv, good work.

Thanks. I'm trying to make it interesting without getting overpowering.

wyrmraker wrote:Thanks. I'm trying to make it interesting without getting overpowering.

*** for tat and pay for every foot of ground gained.
D-Day may have looked like a curbstomp from the perspective of those who landed on JUNO and GOLD beaches, but if you were on OMAHA, the outcome wasn't clear until you'd managed to crawl inland and behind the ####ing Nazi fortifications.