The UEF Man
A/N: I've decided to have two seperate stories since there is an overlap of players.
[-] UEF
[-] Other Gundam Timelines
You are still on Mars. you were here right before it all ended. Driving Order and Alien from their bases on the red planet. Preventing them from sending support to their colleagues near the rift. It should have killed you. And yet ... you are still here .... or at least still one Mars. You find yourself alone for some reason. Just you and your ACU in the middle of nowhere where not even a single Mech Marine wreck. Regular Comms aren't working and Quantum Comms give you nothing but static.
It was instinctive that a Commander builds. Whether they were stranded, under attack, or simply far from friendly territory the idea was the same: Build a God Damn Base.
A small clump of T1 Power Generators and Land Factories spring up. Then Point defense and finally the Radar. Strangely enough you get nothing on Radar. Just interference... like there was jamming. Immediately after the next Engineer rolls off a handful of T1 Snoop land scouts are quickly built and sent off in eight directions.
You see nothing but desert but only a few minutes in the connections for all of the scouts begin to die. One by one you lose the feed and then came the sound of distant explosions. Not good. The Engineers are set to work building up walls and guns and you send an armed scouting party of both Snoops and Mech Marines, both set to use Quantum. Your units manage to reach the wrecks of your first wave of scouts and find that they aren't alone. Around them T1 LABs emerged from the sand, Looking somewhat like Horseshoe crabs and armed with a pair of forward arm blades and railgun at its mouth. Immediately both sides start to exchange fire. The Crabs giving as much as they take. You look away as the last of the scout units are destroyed and set to work preparing your Base for battle.
Mass Extractors work overtime, pumping more material into the Protocrafters as more factories and turrets come online as on the horizon dozens more LABs were descending upon your location. Striker Tanks and Lobo Artillery roll out to meet with the swelling Mech Marine Ranks but enemy numbers are inceasing faster than you can add to yours. Mag rounds fly back and forth. The wrecks being to pile up as the Martian Red Desert begins to burn.
Your economy tanks but its necessary. You are limited and in danger. And it gets worse. A massive violet-pink beam swipes across the battlefield and the entire front line goes up. Experimental-level firepower. Its source from a bird-like machine. T3.5. Because it was too powerful to be T3 ... and too numerous to be T4.
You rush to T2, sacrificing ground to do so just so you can bring something heavier into the fight. Pillar Heavy Tanks. A pair of heavy Gauss Cannons and enough armor to weather the blast if only for a few more moments. Their twin cannons roar, slamming into the birds like a rain of sledgehammers. They stumble back, some even showing signs of faltering as the weight of the shells wears away their armor. Yet still they push.
You bring out more T2. Mongooses, Flapjacks, all of them holding the line but they are pushed back. The Bird Beam weapons simply to powerful and your machines simply not used to fighting CQC as the Crabs and Birds begin to descend into melee range. They come close and closer and eventually the Turrets come online. Heavy Gauss and Plasma shots join the barrage and yet again the line stops.
You are in the deep red and have no avenue of escape. So you harden yourself. Fight or Die. With the unknown bots held down for the moment your Engineers managed to get the T2 Fixed Guns online. The massive Klink Hammers activate and rather than line their barrels up they are aimed parallel, rarely have you used direct-fire but this was one of those times. The T2 Artillery roars, its shells through sheer impact and relative close proximity sends the Birds flying or sprawling on the ground before even the explosives go of. What remains is crippled and by the second or third time the last Bird falls; and oddly enough the Crabs shut down as well.
You breath a sigh of relief and move to begin cleanup but all of sudden a Bird reactivates, in a sudden burst of speed it appears in front of you and its spiked tail hits home on the ACU. Your bots and turrets react to slow and the T3.5's beam scythes through your small base. You curse, preparing to eject just as the Bird's feet stomps on your Mech, its talons sinking into crush you.
Then you hear an explosion and then another and another. In the corner of your eye you see a group of manned mechs, Operators. Railgun and Conventional Guns beat back the machine just as the lead, as a massive four-armed brown mech tackles the Bird....
...and pulls out a pair of giant scissors.
You blink. Wondering why the hell he/she has it and acknowledging its effectiveness as it crushes the center mass of the Bird in a display of strength.
With the deed done the Brown Machine helps your Mech up and he begins to speak ... something ... you honestly can't understand him.
You try to speak Earth Empire Standard English but you can hear the confusion in his tone.
[ ] Gesture them to Wait
-[ ] You want to finish reclaiming and repairing
-[ ] You try to go through an archive of old languages
[ ] Shake your head
-[ ] You are staying here and not following them
-[ ] You want to go your separate way.
Situation: You have woken up in a Martian Desert that shows no sign of the battle against Seraphim and Order forces. You built a base before suddenly getting attacked by unknown drones and despite your best efforts was nearly killed if not for an unknown group of mechs coming to rescue you. Unfortunately you don't know what your rescuers are saying.
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GENDER?
[ ] Male
[ ] Female
PERSONALITY?
[ ] Cold Killing Machine
[ ] Deadpan Troll
[ ] Hedonist Partier
[ ] Hotblooded Punk