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Assault
Apr 14, 2004 14:53:20 GMT -5
Post by Anonymous on Apr 14, 2004 14:53:20 GMT -5
"Should we assault the NA Senate exchange? It would be perfect. Fear, uncertainty, suits us wonderfully doesn't it sir?" mummbled a low, exited voice. He wore glasses and a satellite image of how the negotiations were shaping up.
"I will take it into consideration, but do not get cocky. This is Shinter and the NA we speak of. The air is not an option, damn those Phalanx, but we have other... resources." The cold, dour voice echoed through the metallic chamber the Space station.
They were the only two people on the station, but it could be used, none the less.
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Assault
Apr 14, 2004 18:27:48 GMT -5
Post by Anonymous on Apr 14, 2004 18:27:48 GMT -5
"Have you sent the signal to Orbital Base?" it was the same cold, heartless voice, and impatience, as well as anxiousness drenched his voice, making it carry through the cramped control room.
"Yessir, they were told 5 hours ago, and the cannons should be here within the next hour. Once mounted, they will nigh unstoppable," replied the subordinate. His voice was shaky and uncertain, due to the high stakes and low odds of the mission. Of course there was never room for failure. "but how do you plan to harrass the negotiations?"
"That is classified information, but of course you can put together what will be done with 6 highly charged ion cannons, able to create a hole in the ground nearly half a mile deep, and 2 miles wide. The only problem is, there is a 60% washout rate for these things. It is just a dice roll to do anything to these sickening factions." disgust riddled his monotonous voice, giving it an unnatural ring to it.
The men began to make calculations on where in the orbit to station each Orbital Drop Cannon, and which strategic points to attempt to knock out. It would only be 50 more minutes now, and the uncharted station had yet to be detected.
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Assault
Apr 15, 2004 8:12:05 GMT -5
Post by Anonymous on Apr 15, 2004 8:12:05 GMT -5
45 Minutes later, the Orbital Drop Cannons were in place and aimed at the negotiations.
"Sir, it seems that Shinter and NA have detected our actions. What will our course of action be?" said the subordinate voice. It sounded tired, after all of the calculations and mechanical checks.
"Fire them after their systems check green. Are they all in orbit at this moment?" replied the Commanding officer. He had been given orders to fire the cannons at will.
"Yessir, all Orbital Cannons go. Shall I input any direct targets to any of the cannons?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it would be quite entertaining if we shot that nuke." A smile played across his face and he cracked his knuckles.
After another 2 - 3 minutes of inputting coordinates, the subordinate checked the schematics of the negotiations, only to see that most of the units, perimeter, and sky patrol were under groud or dispersing. The officer, not wanting to wait any longer, gave the death order.
"Fire the cannons!"
With a 40% success rate, 3 of the 6 Orbital Drop Cannons exploded upon firing, rendering their rounds harmless. A great turn out; the cannons had beat the odds.
The other 3 fired their highly charged ion beams with pin-point coordinates on the negotiations. The rain of death had only begun.
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Assault
Apr 15, 2004 14:18:15 GMT -5
Post by Anonymous on Apr 15, 2004 14:18:15 GMT -5
The highly charged ion slug slammed down on the earch, ripping up dirt, dust, wood and metal in a furious tsunami of chaos.
The three slugs melted away 1/2 a mile of dirt, cement, and part of the bunker. All of the blasts had been concentrated into a general coordinate point, which was the deepest area 'excavated' by the blast destroyed a good portion of the underground area.
"Things are going according to plan. Begin Phase two of Operation Liquid Glass." The same commanding officer then signaled for his subordinate, who then sent the signal for the next phase to begin.
"This is the new beginning. A new revolution."
Meanwhile, somewhere just outside of orbit, a small armada of 7 Gwazine class destroyers, able to take on a whole unit of MS moved into the light side of the Earth, toward the negotiations.
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Assault
Apr 17, 2004 21:48:56 GMT -5
Post by Yamato on Apr 17, 2004 21:48:56 GMT -5
I walked into our main warehouse, curiously observing the new mobile suits being brought in. "So they arrived earlier than i had expected. All the better. That just leaves more time for maintenance." Everybody was busy, mechanics running here and there, the clanging of metal and the distinct fumes of different oils and such. I was supervising the painting of our logo onto our new suits, when a worker brought me a clipboard. "Sir, all our new suits are an out of commission model, but we upgraded the guns and we loaded them with the new ammunition, like you ordered, Sir. All suits are fully operational, but we stil need time for all the battle modifications on the systems since they haven't been used in real combat yet. Also, we're not quite done with all the customizations with the paint jobs as specified. We'll be ready to rollout in half a day." "Very well, just as long as they all have their specified custom parts and weapons." "Sir, there may be a problem." "What?!" "The custom missle pods and beam weapons haven't arrived yet. We contacted them earlier and they report their ETA as..." He looked at his watch," Well about 3 hours from now. Would you like us to wait?" "No, just do without them, we'll be deploying soom enough." "Yes Sir!" He left abruptly after saluting and went back to his work. Thinking to myself, i went into the meeting room lookign over all the new suit's stats. "Hmmm, good. There's just enough for each of us." Later, it was time and i went into the command center and picked up the mic. "This is your commander speaking. All mobile suit pilots report to the breifing room in ten minutes time. You are ordered ot continue your work until that time." I was waiting in the breifing room when haruko walked in. "Hey, whats happening?" "Oh, well i just heard the announcment you made and rushed right over. That's all, ..." She made an immature face. "...Sir, hehe" "First off, you can't even pilot a mobile suit well, and second it hasn't been ten minutes yet." "Yeah, well" "But we need a few extra pilots to go oin our new suits so you'll have to come along." "Ok... I'll do it, I guess"
I sat in the cockpit of my Eingundam, with it's newly painted logs, watching all our troops moving out. "We sure have come a long way. Huh... I sure hope this goes well."
Later, somewhere in space, there lay seven gwazine class ships. Inside one, a mesage was intersepted, luckily. "Sir, we're recieving a faint distress signal. Should we respond?"
"Where is it from?"
"We're making video confirmation. Displaying port side video feed on main screen."
The cameras zoomed in to reveal a small group of mobile suits, dangerously close to the atmosphere.
"They're the older models of Zaku's BELONGING TO THE SHINTER, Sir. They were replaced by Slade's. Should we respond?"
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Assault
Apr 18, 2004 7:47:29 GMT -5
Post by Anonymous on Apr 18, 2004 7:47:29 GMT -5
"Do you read us?" It was the gwanzine class ship, sending the signal. After five minutes of futile attempts and static still on the comm line, the other side responded.
"Yes ....... do you wan.......?" Static is ruled the line, but the few words crawled through the speaker.
"We only ask for assistance on the assalt of Alameda. If you could attack under the cover our Orbital Drop Cannons. What do you say?"
"We......hink.....about it...."
"That is all we ask. In the mean time, we will fire our weapons upon the 'Almightly Alameda.' Drop Station Out."
"Fire the WEAPONS!"
The three Orbital Drop Cannons began to charge, leaving only about 20 minutes to evacuate the premisis. Alameda was no longer underground, as the first volley exposed her.
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Assault
Apr 18, 2004 14:02:41 GMT -5
Post by Yamato on Apr 18, 2004 14:02:41 GMT -5
"Captain, we're receiving a second video commlink, should i put it on main screen?" "Yes." "Video link, now displaying on main monitor." It was all static at first, then it became clearer as it progressed. Finally, an image of a man emerged itself. "This is Luitenant Yamato Ishida, commander of the Kunstliches Herz." "Are you going to provide assitance in our attack on Alameda?" "You might say we're going to attack the Nocturne Stronghold with your assistance, Captain." "What do you plan on doing?!" " As you may know, our group are among the sworn enemies of the Nocturne Alliance. We are clearly outnumbered by their forces, and a direct attack on them will not prevail. However, Alemeda is their last large base on Earth and if it falls, it will all be downhill for them. The Nocturne Alliance will soon Fall, and Zeon will rise again! The message ended abruptly in static, and the operator took it off the main screen. "What should we do Captain? They did say they will also attack Alemeda, and they were piloting Shinter suits." "Fire the drop cannons!" The commander yelled the final order.
"Yes sir, firing drop cannons n..."
"Whats wrong?"
"Sir, the computer wont repond. None of our commands are being sent to the other sections of the ship. All direct comlinks are down. The computers searching for the problem now."
"Take care of it!"
The computer systems all froze on their current tasks and error messages came up everywhere. The main monitor showed an image of a black pheonix.
"Captian, nothing is responding!"
"Manually sever all connections to the main drive. Get the crew over their now!"
"All door systems are shut down, everything is now on there shutdown protocols. I cant stop it!"
The room fell silent as the ship's lights went dark. The other ships seemed to be unaffected, but soon the lights dimmed out on them as well.
A mechanic wedged the door open with a crowbar. By the markings the captain saw that he was assigned to the engine room.
"Captain our reactor coolant systems are shut down! The H3 isotopes are expanding due to the diminishing I-field! It'll over heat in a matter of minutes. We are trying to get the coolant tanks open as we speak."
"Get more men down there, take anyone you want."
"Yes sir!"
But as the mechanic left the doorway a sudden jolt rocked the ship, and everyone inside started to float towards the back of the ship.
"We're accelerating!" Get those engines deactivated now!"
The Gwazine class battleships were soon dragged into the earth's gravitational pull. All seven ships were headed straight down to Alameda, where just minutes before was the targeted attack point. Now they themselves were the missiles about to be dropped.
"We're plummeting!" The Captain took off his hat and watched as the earth drew closer.
I thought to myself in my eingundam, hidden not too far from the other zaku's. "Haha, we're taking out two birds with one stone. How convenient. We may not even have to use our other suits afterall. But just in case, hmmm... All suits, hold your positions, they still might have a chance to deploy their's. I repeat, hold your current positions." We all watched as seven massive cruisers were dropping full speed down to Alemeda. The unanimous "Hail Zeon!" call ran throughout the cockpits of the Kunstliches Herz mobile suits.
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Assault
Apr 18, 2004 20:11:18 GMT -5
Post by Anonymous on Apr 18, 2004 20:11:18 GMT -5
"Damn, slick terrorists. Well, the gwanzine ships will die in the line of duty. May God have mercy on their souls..."
The terrorists seemed to forget that the Orbital Drop Cannons were commanded by Drop Station; the gwanzine were only there for ship to ship assault on the station.
"This is Drop, requesting assistance attacking Alameda from Liquid Base, do you read?"
"Loud and clear. State your problem."
"All seven of our gwanzine class ships have been taken out, we request assistance. Three of our original seven Orbital Drop Cannons are in commission."
"All the assistance that we can provide is two Heavy Mobile Drop Cannons. Where should we lay'em down?"
The Mobile Drop Cannons were similar to Orbital Drop Cannons, but sacrificed raw power for anti-grav mobility, and the ability to plunge through the unforgiving atmosphere at extremely high speed. Once on the ground, it uses the anti-grav to slowly hover to its designated point, where it can be controlled. The attack range of it is 1 mile.
"Three miles out from Alameda, flanking the breach in its outer shell. Both should be there."
"Will do. I'll send them now. Expect them in 2 hours. Out."
"In the meantime crew, commence the charging of the remaining Orbital Drop Cannons, then fire at will upon Alameda. It should take no more than 10 minutes. I want all available MS to form a perimeter around the Station. Out."
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