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Gundam Crucible - [An AU Universal Century Quest]
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Spectral Waltz
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[X][Interlude] Take the opportunity to talk more with Miss Artesia and other Zeon Republic personnel. Both as a curiosity and networking in case you need to seek an alternate employer later.
Job security is important.
Job security is important.
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Side 4-Shoal Zone-Sometime during the Bellerophon's Mission at Axis
The G-Forces were extreme. Jona held on tightly to the controls, wrestling with the Narrative. Normally he'd never put a Mobile Suit under such extreme stress, even when augmented by so many boosters and verniers as the A-Packs provided. However, he needed to pull these maneuvers, he needed to accelerate this fast, it wasn't an option if he wanted to keep up with… her.
That golden Phenex, the iridescent RX-0 Unit 3. Still in Unicorn mode, but still fast and maneuverable. It darted around and between colony wreckage, the flare of its thrusters flashing rapidly with each course correction. Jonah needed to anticipate her moves! He needed to move faster! As the Phenex went inside a derelict colony, he saw his chance.
"There!" He deployed his Large Beam Sabers and began carving up the colony from the outside, herding his target. The High Mega Cannon began to glow as he triggered the charging sequence.
All of this couldn't be for naught. This was the culmination of years of effort! All of the enhancements he'd accepted at the Federation's Cyber Newtype Labs, all of the people he'd betrayed, all of the sins he'd committed in the past two years, it had to lead to success here!
The Phenex burst out of the colony, right where he'd anticipated.
The A-Packs High Mega Cannon fired, slagging nearly a tenth of the colony wreckage, but the Phenex nimbly threw itself to the side. That's fine, he's just trying to disable it! Jonah didn't expect to hit it anyways! Unfortunately, he didn't damage it either.
He just needed to keep up the pressure! The Phenex may have been a marvel of engineering, but the Pilot was still Human! Even though she was a Newtype, she wouldn't be able to keep this up for long!
Beam Rifle fire stitched across space in front of Jonah, forcing him back.
"Londo Bell," He bit back a curse, "Get out of my way!"
A handful of modified Jestas came screaming in, propelled by boosters attached to their backpacks. Londo Bell's Shezarr Team. An elite unit, they'd already claimed a number of Pilots in the Federation's Newtype Corps. Jona had been wondering where they'd been this past month.
With a single command, he unloaded all of his missile pods at Shezarr Team. They went evasive, as Jona thought that they would, but the goal was to slow them down. All of the Londo Bell MS were forced to bleed speed dodging his missiles… except for one. It was like a yellow comet, changing course on a dime and making short work of the missile screen that Jona put up.
It was Londo Bell's RX-0. Unit 2, Banshee.
Jona quickly switched the Capture Units from Beam to Psycho-Capture Mode, and deployed barriers in time to deflect a shot from a Beam Magnum. That Pilot wasn't pulling any punches!
Jona switched one unit back into Beam Saber mode, and swung at the Banshee. The black RX-0 blocked with its Beam Saber, and it locked eyes with the Narrative.
"Just go home," The voice of that traitor, Riddhe Marcenas, was transmitted via optical, "This isn't a fight you can win."
Jona smiled bitterly. Perhaps not, but he would be damned if he didn't at least try!
"Win or not," He growled, "I have to try!"
A rapid burst from his Head Vulcans made the Banshee back off a little, which gave Jona enough time to boost away and head for the Phenex again. She'd stuck around, for some reason, but started to flee once again as Jona resumed the chase.
So it was startling when it suddenly reversed course, deploying both Beam Tonfas and slashing at him.
He didn't get the Psycho-Capture system deployed in time, and one of the units was lopped off near the base. Damn it, he couldn't nullify the Phenex's Psychoframe without it! That left him only one option! Michele wouldn't like it, she was sure to give him a tongue-lashing once he got back to the ship, but what choice did he have?
Before the Phenex could distance itself again, he launched a grappling wire at it. The small wire wrapped itself around the Phenex's arm, and before the golden MS could move to cut it off, Jonah took a deep breath.
"Rita!" He shouted the name of the Phenex's Pilot, the name of the woman he'd spent years looking for, "It is you, isn't it Rita?"
The Phenex paused, and Jona felt his heart soar. It was her, he knew that he felt her! Her presence was distorted from their childhood days, no doubt a result of all the Cyber Newtype enhancements she'd gone through, but it was her!
"Please, Rita, come with me!" He pleaded, "I promise, no one will hurt you! You've been through a lot, but I swear, you don't have to suffer anymore! Please, just come back with me to the ship, and we can-!"
"…Jona?" The voice of a scared young woman issued from Jona's headset, a voice so familiar that it made him want to cry, but her next words chilled him, "You too?"
The armor of the Phenex seemed to tremble, to shudder, and blue light began to spill from the cracks.
"You want to take my wings too?"
"Shit, kid!" The Banshee's pilot shouted, "Get away from it!"
"No one…" Rita's voice trembled in anguish, fear, and defiance as the Phenex's armor segmented, revealing bright blue Psychoframe. The visor opened up and the horn split, revealing the face of a Gundam, "No one will ever take my wings again!"
Light swallowed them whole.
Earth-Davao-Around the Same Time
"I've got a bad feeling about this."
The Captain of the Salamis-class Detroit muttered to himself. He'd been waiting for Ellle Vianno to return with Hathaway after their meeting with that Mafty Navue Erin group. They were supposed to be back an hour ago. He was starting to get a bit worried, especially since they hadn't taken Elle's Mobile Suit with them. Something about it being too conspicuous.
Yeah, like an atmospheric shuttle wasn't noticeable already. Their paperwork wasn't exactly ironclad, if anyone bothered to double-check it against the Fed's central database, they'd be screwed. The sooner they were out of here the better.
"Come on, you two…" He peered out of the front windows, "What's taking you so long?"
Then, in the dark, he spotted a Federation Jegan walking towards the hangar he was parked in. Oh no. Wait, this didn't mean he was automatically dead, maybe it wasn't looking for him at all?
That hope died as soon as it walked right up to the shuttle.
"Shit!" The Captain managed to scream before the Jegan's Head Vulcans fired, pulverizing the cockpit of the shuttle and him with it.
The G-Forces were extreme. Jona held on tightly to the controls, wrestling with the Narrative. Normally he'd never put a Mobile Suit under such extreme stress, even when augmented by so many boosters and verniers as the A-Packs provided. However, he needed to pull these maneuvers, he needed to accelerate this fast, it wasn't an option if he wanted to keep up with… her.
That golden Phenex, the iridescent RX-0 Unit 3. Still in Unicorn mode, but still fast and maneuverable. It darted around and between colony wreckage, the flare of its thrusters flashing rapidly with each course correction. Jonah needed to anticipate her moves! He needed to move faster! As the Phenex went inside a derelict colony, he saw his chance.
"There!" He deployed his Large Beam Sabers and began carving up the colony from the outside, herding his target. The High Mega Cannon began to glow as he triggered the charging sequence.
All of this couldn't be for naught. This was the culmination of years of effort! All of the enhancements he'd accepted at the Federation's Cyber Newtype Labs, all of the people he'd betrayed, all of the sins he'd committed in the past two years, it had to lead to success here!
The Phenex burst out of the colony, right where he'd anticipated.
The A-Packs High Mega Cannon fired, slagging nearly a tenth of the colony wreckage, but the Phenex nimbly threw itself to the side. That's fine, he's just trying to disable it! Jonah didn't expect to hit it anyways! Unfortunately, he didn't damage it either.
He just needed to keep up the pressure! The Phenex may have been a marvel of engineering, but the Pilot was still Human! Even though she was a Newtype, she wouldn't be able to keep this up for long!
Beam Rifle fire stitched across space in front of Jonah, forcing him back.
"Londo Bell," He bit back a curse, "Get out of my way!"
A handful of modified Jestas came screaming in, propelled by boosters attached to their backpacks. Londo Bell's Shezarr Team. An elite unit, they'd already claimed a number of Pilots in the Federation's Newtype Corps. Jona had been wondering where they'd been this past month.
With a single command, he unloaded all of his missile pods at Shezarr Team. They went evasive, as Jona thought that they would, but the goal was to slow them down. All of the Londo Bell MS were forced to bleed speed dodging his missiles… except for one. It was like a yellow comet, changing course on a dime and making short work of the missile screen that Jona put up.
It was Londo Bell's RX-0. Unit 2, Banshee.
Jona quickly switched the Capture Units from Beam to Psycho-Capture Mode, and deployed barriers in time to deflect a shot from a Beam Magnum. That Pilot wasn't pulling any punches!
Jona switched one unit back into Beam Saber mode, and swung at the Banshee. The black RX-0 blocked with its Beam Saber, and it locked eyes with the Narrative.
"Just go home," The voice of that traitor, Riddhe Marcenas, was transmitted via optical, "This isn't a fight you can win."
Jona smiled bitterly. Perhaps not, but he would be damned if he didn't at least try!
"Win or not," He growled, "I have to try!"
A rapid burst from his Head Vulcans made the Banshee back off a little, which gave Jona enough time to boost away and head for the Phenex again. She'd stuck around, for some reason, but started to flee once again as Jona resumed the chase.
So it was startling when it suddenly reversed course, deploying both Beam Tonfas and slashing at him.
He didn't get the Psycho-Capture system deployed in time, and one of the units was lopped off near the base. Damn it, he couldn't nullify the Phenex's Psychoframe without it! That left him only one option! Michele wouldn't like it, she was sure to give him a tongue-lashing once he got back to the ship, but what choice did he have?
Before the Phenex could distance itself again, he launched a grappling wire at it. The small wire wrapped itself around the Phenex's arm, and before the golden MS could move to cut it off, Jonah took a deep breath.
"Rita!" He shouted the name of the Phenex's Pilot, the name of the woman he'd spent years looking for, "It is you, isn't it Rita?"
The Phenex paused, and Jona felt his heart soar. It was her, he knew that he felt her! Her presence was distorted from their childhood days, no doubt a result of all the Cyber Newtype enhancements she'd gone through, but it was her!
"Please, Rita, come with me!" He pleaded, "I promise, no one will hurt you! You've been through a lot, but I swear, you don't have to suffer anymore! Please, just come back with me to the ship, and we can-!"
"…Jona?" The voice of a scared young woman issued from Jona's headset, a voice so familiar that it made him want to cry, but her next words chilled him, "You too?"
The armor of the Phenex seemed to tremble, to shudder, and blue light began to spill from the cracks.
"You want to take my wings too?"
"Shit, kid!" The Banshee's pilot shouted, "Get away from it!"
"No one…" Rita's voice trembled in anguish, fear, and defiance as the Phenex's armor segmented, revealing bright blue Psychoframe. The visor opened up and the horn split, revealing the face of a Gundam, "No one will ever take my wings again!"
Light swallowed them whole.
Earth-Davao-Around the Same Time
"I've got a bad feeling about this."
The Captain of the Salamis-class Detroit muttered to himself. He'd been waiting for Ellle Vianno to return with Hathaway after their meeting with that Mafty Navue Erin group. They were supposed to be back an hour ago. He was starting to get a bit worried, especially since they hadn't taken Elle's Mobile Suit with them. Something about it being too conspicuous.
Yeah, like an atmospheric shuttle wasn't noticeable already. Their paperwork wasn't exactly ironclad, if anyone bothered to double-check it against the Fed's central database, they'd be screwed. The sooner they were out of here the better.
"Come on, you two…" He peered out of the front windows, "What's taking you so long?"
Then, in the dark, he spotted a Federation Jegan walking towards the hangar he was parked in. Oh no. Wait, this didn't mean he was automatically dead, maybe it wasn't looking for him at all?
That hope died as soon as it walked right up to the shuttle.
"Shit!" The Captain managed to scream before the Jegan's Head Vulcans fired, pulverizing the cockpit of the shuttle and him with it.
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Well. I think we can say negotiations failed.
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Amuro probably stay's behind his door longer. Joining the battle in the Sazabi later or not at all. Odds are either Artesia or Camilla takes damage to their MS in that fight without Amuro and Cybele's help. Camilla doesn't go to help find the Machenzie crew, and there machines are lower spec, so casualties in that fight. Even assuming they hit the armory too, odds are there is a lower quality pilot on the londo Bell MA. Assuming they defeat the Birnam MA with Heavy casualties and ship damage, no Psycommu means no bit's, means no forewarning of hyper mega beam cannon. Artesia probably survives, but she might lose her whole ship, and Camilla comes through wounded. Worst case Amuro is possibly still in his hanger trying to figure out what's wrong with his chronometer and the Bellaphon retreats after zeon ship goes down.
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It would not have been the Bellerophon at Axis if you picked a different mission. It would have been the Salamis that was instead assigned to escort Hathaway and Elle. It only had one Mobile Suit team, consisting of about three Nemos, and the team leader in a Jegan.
The mission outcome would not have been remotely similar to how it turned out with the Bellerophon.
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Hmm. What if we had been with the Ra Callum instead? Would the Bellerophon been assigned to hathaway falls? Or the first Newtype?
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So the shuttle got pulverized but what happened with the rest of the team?
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Usually, taking out the shuttle that way is a precursor to an attempt to force a surrender and take people alive. Could be one of our next missions is a rescue operation.
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The Bellerophon would have been in port. It wouldn't have been assigned to anything.
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Basically my takeaway is "any mission the teenage PCs don't go on is doomed to horrible failure", sadly.
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That's actually really generous of Bleachy. Most times, the rule is "All missions but the final one are doomed, but the ship survives."Basically my takeaway is "any mission the teenage PCs don't go on is doomed to horrible failure", sadly.
Actually now I'm suspicious. What's the catch? Cybele is way to successful for their not to be one.
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Actually the Axis mission was just short. The Hathaway mission takes a really long time due to its nature, and thus you have some time before things get really bad and need player intervention. The Phenex mission is a multi-part mission and will provide future opportunities to intervene and change the outcome.
In short, missions you don't go on are far from doomed, but if they do go tits-up then you aren't in a position to salvage it, and depending on what the mission was, that might have implications for the wider narrative.
Neither of the missions you neglected are over yet, nor have they failed.
Chapter 25: Informational Interviews
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[X][Interlude] Take the opportunity to talk more with Miss Artesia and other Zeon Republic personnel. Both as a curiosity and networking in case you need to seek an alternate employer later.
You really want to talk to the people on the Zeon ship. Not for any singular reason either. Thankfully, enough people share the same desire that you easily arrange for a shuttle to bring you and some others to the Astraia.
"I've never heard that name before," You wonder aloud to the others as the shuttle pulls into the Astraia's hangar, "Where's it from?"
"That's the name of Sayla's mother." Amuro answers, "She died when Sayla was just a young girl."
That's awful. You can't imagine losing your mother… if it's anything like how you lost Kaylen, it would be hard to go on.
"Amuro, you call her Sayla," Eris speaks up from her seat, "I know that's the name she went by during the One Year War, but why don't you call her by her real name since she's revealed her identity to everyone?"
Amuro smiles a little as the shuttle lands, "I call her that because, well, she'll always be Sayla to me. Sort of like how Char was always Char. I never called him Quattro when we were alone, at any rate."
"Oooh, I have a Quattro T-Shirt!" Sicilia says as she unbuckles herself, "Quattro Bajeena is a funny name!"
Amuro looks at her oddly, "Well, I guess… as long as you don't have a Quattro pillow."
You're pretty sure he looks at you when he says that.
"Oh, you mean kind of like how Big Sister has a pillow of you, Amuro?" Sicilia asks, digging your grave even deeper. Blushing from ear to toe, you rapidly take off the seat restraints and leave the shuttle as fast as possible.
"I need to thank you for your help earlier, inside Axis." Artesia nurses a cup of tea as the two of you sit in the Astraia's Mess Hall. They're between meals, so the room is relatively empty, "I was in a bit of trouble. The ReBawoo isn't exactly meant for close quarters combat in an enclosed space."
"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad I could help!" You grin, sipping some juice that the kitchen staff gave you, "You're an amazing Pilot, by the way! Almost as good as Amuro!"
"Almost as good as Amuro, huh?" She smiles wistfully as she stares off into the distance, "You wouldn't say that if you knew what my first sortie in the Gundam was like. Truthfully, most of my combat experience from the One Year War was from flying a Core Booster. I'm more comfortable flying craft like that than a true Mobile Suit."
Huh, that must be why you see her fly her ReBawoo in Attacker/Nutter mode so often.
"But you're a Newtype, right?" You ask, "Doesn't that give you any sort of advantage when piloting?"
She shakes her head, "It's true that we have enhanced intuition and heightened special awareness, but when it comes to things like knowing how to pilot a Mobile Suit, that can only come with practice. Even Amuro was a rookie once, and he would have been dead if the Gundam hadn't been so over-engineered so as to be nearly impervious to Zaku IIs."
"I see." You nod in understanding, "So even Captain Amuro was a beginner back then…"
Come to think of it, you remember hearing from your history lessons that Amuro became the Gundam Pilot by chance when his colony came under attack by the Red Comet (that's what documentaries and such say anyways), but you never heard too much about Sayla… or rather, Artesia. You know that she was a member of the White Base crew, and eventually became a Core Booster Pilot… come to think of it, why? Wasn't she a member of the bridge crew? Why become a Pilot and put herself in more danger?
You ask her as much, and her gaze becomes distant.
"…Well, you know who my family was." She says with a bittersweet smile, "I couldn't really say that I had nothing to do with the war. Just managing Comms on White Base was enough for me at first, but seeing how hard everyone else fought… it didn't feel right not giving it my all as well. I wanted to do more."
You nod, remembering that film you watched back on the Bellerophon, "I think I get it. It's because you were in a position to do something, so you had to, right? Responsibility goes hand in hand with power and all that."
She laughs quietly with a self-deprecating cringe, "I don't know if I would say that. Just like Amuro, I wasn't that great when I first climbed into the cockpit. I wasn't even that good when I was first assigned to fly a Core Booster. Lieutenant Sleggar was a much better Pilot than me. No, my decision to become a Pilot had nothing to do with what you're talking about. It was more like… personal responsibility."
Artesia refocuses on you as she asks, "What about you, Cybele? Why did you climb into that Gundam? Why did you choose to fight?"
A thousand reasons fly through your head, it's hard to pick any one of them! What about-?
"My brother was out there fighting, what was I supposed to do? Run away?"
"You could have." She points out, "You could have flown that Mobile Suit in any direction. But instead of heading to safety, you flew towards the enemy. You killed another Human."
It's true. You did do that. You didn't have to.
"…It was kill or be killed," you reply, much less sure of yourself than before, "I didn't have the luxury of choice then, and I wanted to save my family."
"The crisis is past. You've had more than enough opportunities to walk away. So, again," Artesia leans back a bit, gaze piercing into you, "Why are you still fighting, Cybele?"
You're… not entirely sure. Why didn't you just walk away when the Bellerophon landed at Von Braun? The decision to stay certainly hasn't helped your life expectancy.
However, there is one thing…
"…That Federation Newtype." You finally answer, knuckles white as you grip the glass, "The one who killed my brother. I have to make him pay."
You don't know what you expected to see on her face, but she just looks… so sad. So profoundly sad that it gives you pause.
"I see." She nods, "I think… you would have liked Casval, if you ever met him."
"Casval? You mean the Red Comet?" You suppress a grimace, "Sorry, Miss Artesia, I don't think I could ever get along with Char Aznable."
Her response is immediate and firm.
"I'm not talking about Char." She reaches across the table to take your hand, "I mean Casval. My brother."
Her grip is firm as she continues, "Cybele, I won't say that anger or vengeance is wrong. That's what kept my brother going when we were children, it's why we survived. But keep it with you for too long, and it'll destroy you. It'll consume you from the inside out."
You frown a bit, "You know, Lieutenant Riddhe told me something similar. I get why he talked to me, but what made you want to tell me that?"
Artesia looks to the side contemplatively, "I suppose I see someone familiar in you. I just don't want for you to end up like they did. You feel… similar."
Well, this really derailed from what you wanted to talk to her about, but maybe you can segue into that? It won't be pretty, but…
"So, maybe you could help me?" You change subjects with all the elegance of an overloaded Gaw, "It sounds like you know what you're talking about. If I was with the Republic instead of Londo Bell, then maybe-?"
"Absolutely not." Artesia shuts you down instantly, "Don't misunderstand. I do want to help you, but even if you joined us, I wouldn't be able to help you in the way that you need it. Stay with Bright. You'll be in good hands."
She stands, offering you a comforting smile, "However, I wouldn't mind continuing to work with you, Cybele Naese. If things change, then I'd gladly let you join my side."
Warship Astraia-Camilla's Quarters
"So, you spoke with Lady Artesia?" Camilla asks with a casual smile as she savors a scoop of ice cream, "Was it a productive meeting?"
"Mmhm," you nod, handing your cup of mango sorbet to Sicilia, who's already polished off her own ice cream cone, "We talked about a lot of things. It must be nice to work for her."
Camilla nods, "Yes, I respect her greatly. After all, she is the daughter of the father of Zeon. She carries his ideals well."
"I see…" You lean back, relaxing a bit, "So, Camilla, if I may call you that, you're one of Sicilia's sisters? You mentioned something about me being her Master, what did you mean by that?"
"You don't know?" She asks, puzzled, "I would have thought it obvious. You know that we are clones, yes? We may have differing personalities, but we are all the same in that we serve a Master. Once, we served Master Glemy, but after he was murdered, we were cast astray. We wandered without purpose. I and many of my fellow sisters realized that we needed someone to give us direction and leadership. Together, we found one, and we follow their cause."
"Ah, so Artesia is your Master?" You ask, but contrary to your expectations, Camilla shakes her head.
"No, Lady Artesia is not our Master. However, we have been instructed to protect and serve her. So until our Master tells us otherwise, that is what we shall do."
… Huh. Weird.
"Sister," Camilla looks at Sicilia, "Who is your Master? It is Cybele, correct?"
Sicilia stops her ravenous consumption of ice cream to think for a moment, before nodding.
"Cybele is my Big Sis."
Hey, wait a second, Sicilia is just your adoptive little sister! You're not her Master or whatever, that makes it sound like she's your slave or something!
"Whoa, hold on Sicilia, I'm not your Master, just your Big Sister, right?"
She just looks at you with uncomprehending eyes, and as she stays silent Camilla's frown grows.
"…Cybele," She stands, "May I have a word with you? Alone."
Camilla placates Sicilia with some chocolate bars before sending her out in the hall to wait. After the door shuts behind her, the older Ple sits back down and fixes you with a discerning stare.
"Where did you find her?" She asks immediately, "Something isn't right about her. She's not like us."
"Uh, she was in a lab in Cascadia." You answer, and launch into a long explanation of how and where you found Sicilia. You provide every detail you can recall and Camilla keeps grilling you until she's sure that you've told her everything.
Afterwards, she sits in silence, worry creasing her brow.
"…I thought that Sicilia was from my immediate sisters… but that might not be the case."
Her immediate sisters? You have no idea what she means by that, and tell her as much.
She begins to explain slowly, "My sisters and I were born during the One Year War, towards the end. We grew up on Axis, and were trained to become Pilots for Neo Zeon. I can tell you exactly the kind of training we each went through, but if Sicilia's…. 'batch', so to speak, underwent different conditioning, then she may have different needs."
"…You're talking about her like she's from a Mobile Suit production run or something," You say, a sense of unease settling in your gut, "She's a person."
There's a sadness in Camilla's eyes as she answers you, "The scientists who raised us considered us as little more than weapons. Accepting that we were more than that was… hard. However, it could have been worse. When we were young, Haman Karn advocated that we be treated with more kindness and care. Without her, we would be little more than mindless soldiers. Sicilia clearly underwent different treatment, which could be potentially more… intense."
"But she's clearly a little girl," You insist, "I mean, yeah, sometimes she acts a bit weird, but even so-!"
"Have you considered that she needs help?" Camilla cuts you off, "Help that you might not be able to provide?"
"…What are you saying?"
"Give her to us." She says, "I can bring her to our sisters. Together, we can help her heal from what was done to her."
Give… up Sicilia?
The answer to that is obvious.
"No." You refuse, "Sicilia stays with me."
"I cannot force the issue, but please understand. I only want what's best for her. No offense intended, but you cannot possibly understand what sort of things she's been through. It would be in her best interests to join her sisters."
"What's best for her," you stress, "would be to stay with the person she's most comfortable with. That person is me. I rescued her. She thinks of me as family, and at this point the feeling is mutual. Whatever her issues are, we'll work through them together."
"Is that your final answer?" She asks, and you nod.
She stares into your eyes, and you hers. In silence, the both of you take measure of each other's convictions.
Camilla is the first to break eye contact.
"If that is truly how you feel, then perhaps you can help her." She nods, conceding the argument, "Just know that if you fail her, we will all hold you to account."
"I won't fail." You counter without pause, "Count on that. I won't lose Sicilia, not after I already lost-!"
The words catch in your throat. You… You can't think about it. You don't want to think about it. Push it down, bury the grief, you won't let it pull you under again. This despair can't claim you until that Blue Hound is dead. What is the use of tears now?
Camilla regards you quietly for a while, before nodding, "Very well. We will leave her in your care. Just know that our offer remains open."
You'll keep that in mind. But you won't lose her.
You won't lose anyone ever again.
[X][Ahava] Start drafting repair and refit plans with Rhea. You want the firepower this thing will bring to the table.
"You sure you don't want to put in an order for a Mobile Armor from Anaheim?" Rhea asks as she pores over the schematics of the Ahava, "I mean, I can get this thing working, no question about it, but… you do know that it was a prototype, right? And not a final one either."
"And?" You shrug, staring out at the eviscerated red MA occupying the Bellerophon's central hangar, "What does that mean?"
"It means that even if I can restore it to spec, the specs were bad." She explains, slightly irritated, "You want the Ahava operational, I can get it operational. Hell, I'll redesign it so that the main gun doesn't blow itself to bits when firing at full power. I'll give it fully functional Funnels. I can reinforce the I-Field generator so that the first impact from physical munitions won't knock it out. But as far as I can tell, the Ahava was primarily designed to test out a precursor to Psychoframe in a Mobile Armor. To start off with, the Proto-Psychoframe in the cockpit-?"
She crosses it out on the paper schematics she has on the table.
"Gone! I'll be installing a regular AE Biosensor. I couldn't even fix the original if I tried. Also, we need more verniers!"
Rhea starts frantically marking locations where she can add more thrusters.
"Additional propellant tanks! Backup I-Field Generator! Missile pods! Mounting points so you can add additional weaponry! Reinforced docking points so you can use it as a Sub-flight System! Let's revamp the Movable Frame too! This baby is going to need to fold up to fit in the hangar once all is said and done!"
Her hand is a blur, and you slowly back out of the room.
Yeah, she's got this… You think.
The rest of the journey home is a blur of after-action reports, briefings, and team meetings. Perhaps you could have spent more time going over the battle with your team, but honestly your mind is elsewhere.
Londenion-Noah Bright's Office
You will forever cherish the memory of Commander Bright staring slack-jawed in disbelief as Amuro Ray stands in the doorway to his office.
"Hey, Bright." Amuro waves in amusement, although you notice he's a bit tense, "Long time no see, apparently. How have you been?"
It takes a few seconds for him to respond, "I, uh, great. Good. You're… You're back."
"We found Captain Ray in Axis." Captain Nouri explains, "Specifically, Ensign Naese was the one who found him. I thought that he should be the one to explain his situation to you."
She hands the awestruck Commander of Londo Bell a folder, "All the details are in my report. Also, Prime Minister Deikun would like to speak with you when you have the time. She said she would come in person, but she has business to take care of first."
"I, of course." Bright nods, still in shock, "Thank you, Captain Nouri. Ensign Naese. And… Amuro…"
Amuro smirks at Captain Nouri, "Sorry, Sarina, could you give Bright and I some privacy? I need to catch up with my old friend."
"Of course, Captain Ray," She salutes him before turning to you, "Ensign. Let's go."
The door shuts behind you, sealing the two men in.
Inside the room, unbeknownst to you, Amuro crosses his arms and gives Bright a withering stare.
"So, Bright," the White Meteor smiles with a thin veneer of tranquility, "What's this I hear about a gift shop?"
The walls seem to close in around Bright as he struggles to come up with a response.
"Well?" Amuro asks, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Bright finally finds the words, but they sound weak, "In… In my defense… I…"
Londo Bell needed revenue, merchandising out Amuro's image raked in money. Bright didn't want to be indebted to giant corporations like with how the AEUG became puppets of the elite. He was a practical man, and although it pained him to sell out Amuro like that, it had been necessary. Or so he told himself at the time.
But really, revenue from Amuro merchandise was a pittance next to Londo Bell's other forms of financial backing. Really, he didn't have to license out Amuro at all. The extra money was nice, but…
The truth was…
"In my defense," he swallows, throat dry, "I never thought that I'd suffer the consequences of my actions."
Amuro nods as he pulls off his gloves, "…Yeah, I thought it might be something like that."
Later, Bright's secretary was sent to fetch a bag of ice for the man's cheek.
Two days pass before new orders come in. You spend that time…
(Ranked Voting, top two votes win)
[] Amuro Ray, Artesia Deikun, and Bright Noah all in one place? You have to see what is going to happen, and Eris is of the same mind.
[] Attempting to procure Funnels of some sort from Londo Bell's arsenal. Having experienced the glory of Bits, you refuse to go back to an existence devoid of All-Range Attacks.
[] Sicilia is technically entitled to fly her own Mobile Suit, as a member of Cascadia Team. Maybe you should see what Londo Bell can spare?
[] Psychoframe. It's what's driving this conflict. You need to learn more about it and, if possible, procure some of your own.
[] Hold a Memorial Service for Kaylen. He deserves one.
[] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
[] Try and spend time with your mother. Emphasis on the "try".
[] The Woundwort is haunted.
-[] Attempt an Exorcism.
-[] Commune with the Ghost.
You really want to talk to the people on the Zeon ship. Not for any singular reason either. Thankfully, enough people share the same desire that you easily arrange for a shuttle to bring you and some others to the Astraia.
"I've never heard that name before," You wonder aloud to the others as the shuttle pulls into the Astraia's hangar, "Where's it from?"
"That's the name of Sayla's mother." Amuro answers, "She died when Sayla was just a young girl."
That's awful. You can't imagine losing your mother… if it's anything like how you lost Kaylen, it would be hard to go on.
"Amuro, you call her Sayla," Eris speaks up from her seat, "I know that's the name she went by during the One Year War, but why don't you call her by her real name since she's revealed her identity to everyone?"
Amuro smiles a little as the shuttle lands, "I call her that because, well, she'll always be Sayla to me. Sort of like how Char was always Char. I never called him Quattro when we were alone, at any rate."
"Oooh, I have a Quattro T-Shirt!" Sicilia says as she unbuckles herself, "Quattro Bajeena is a funny name!"
Amuro looks at her oddly, "Well, I guess… as long as you don't have a Quattro pillow."
You're pretty sure he looks at you when he says that.
"Oh, you mean kind of like how Big Sister has a pillow of you, Amuro?" Sicilia asks, digging your grave even deeper. Blushing from ear to toe, you rapidly take off the seat restraints and leave the shuttle as fast as possible.
"I need to thank you for your help earlier, inside Axis." Artesia nurses a cup of tea as the two of you sit in the Astraia's Mess Hall. They're between meals, so the room is relatively empty, "I was in a bit of trouble. The ReBawoo isn't exactly meant for close quarters combat in an enclosed space."
"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad I could help!" You grin, sipping some juice that the kitchen staff gave you, "You're an amazing Pilot, by the way! Almost as good as Amuro!"
"Almost as good as Amuro, huh?" She smiles wistfully as she stares off into the distance, "You wouldn't say that if you knew what my first sortie in the Gundam was like. Truthfully, most of my combat experience from the One Year War was from flying a Core Booster. I'm more comfortable flying craft like that than a true Mobile Suit."
Huh, that must be why you see her fly her ReBawoo in Attacker/Nutter mode so often.
"But you're a Newtype, right?" You ask, "Doesn't that give you any sort of advantage when piloting?"
She shakes her head, "It's true that we have enhanced intuition and heightened special awareness, but when it comes to things like knowing how to pilot a Mobile Suit, that can only come with practice. Even Amuro was a rookie once, and he would have been dead if the Gundam hadn't been so over-engineered so as to be nearly impervious to Zaku IIs."
"I see." You nod in understanding, "So even Captain Amuro was a beginner back then…"
Come to think of it, you remember hearing from your history lessons that Amuro became the Gundam Pilot by chance when his colony came under attack by the Red Comet (that's what documentaries and such say anyways), but you never heard too much about Sayla… or rather, Artesia. You know that she was a member of the White Base crew, and eventually became a Core Booster Pilot… come to think of it, why? Wasn't she a member of the bridge crew? Why become a Pilot and put herself in more danger?
You ask her as much, and her gaze becomes distant.
"…Well, you know who my family was." She says with a bittersweet smile, "I couldn't really say that I had nothing to do with the war. Just managing Comms on White Base was enough for me at first, but seeing how hard everyone else fought… it didn't feel right not giving it my all as well. I wanted to do more."
You nod, remembering that film you watched back on the Bellerophon, "I think I get it. It's because you were in a position to do something, so you had to, right? Responsibility goes hand in hand with power and all that."
She laughs quietly with a self-deprecating cringe, "I don't know if I would say that. Just like Amuro, I wasn't that great when I first climbed into the cockpit. I wasn't even that good when I was first assigned to fly a Core Booster. Lieutenant Sleggar was a much better Pilot than me. No, my decision to become a Pilot had nothing to do with what you're talking about. It was more like… personal responsibility."
Artesia refocuses on you as she asks, "What about you, Cybele? Why did you climb into that Gundam? Why did you choose to fight?"
A thousand reasons fly through your head, it's hard to pick any one of them! What about-?
"My brother was out there fighting, what was I supposed to do? Run away?"
"You could have." She points out, "You could have flown that Mobile Suit in any direction. But instead of heading to safety, you flew towards the enemy. You killed another Human."
It's true. You did do that. You didn't have to.
"…It was kill or be killed," you reply, much less sure of yourself than before, "I didn't have the luxury of choice then, and I wanted to save my family."
"The crisis is past. You've had more than enough opportunities to walk away. So, again," Artesia leans back a bit, gaze piercing into you, "Why are you still fighting, Cybele?"
You're… not entirely sure. Why didn't you just walk away when the Bellerophon landed at Von Braun? The decision to stay certainly hasn't helped your life expectancy.
However, there is one thing…
"…That Federation Newtype." You finally answer, knuckles white as you grip the glass, "The one who killed my brother. I have to make him pay."
You don't know what you expected to see on her face, but she just looks… so sad. So profoundly sad that it gives you pause.
"I see." She nods, "I think… you would have liked Casval, if you ever met him."
"Casval? You mean the Red Comet?" You suppress a grimace, "Sorry, Miss Artesia, I don't think I could ever get along with Char Aznable."
Her response is immediate and firm.
"I'm not talking about Char." She reaches across the table to take your hand, "I mean Casval. My brother."
Her grip is firm as she continues, "Cybele, I won't say that anger or vengeance is wrong. That's what kept my brother going when we were children, it's why we survived. But keep it with you for too long, and it'll destroy you. It'll consume you from the inside out."
You frown a bit, "You know, Lieutenant Riddhe told me something similar. I get why he talked to me, but what made you want to tell me that?"
Artesia looks to the side contemplatively, "I suppose I see someone familiar in you. I just don't want for you to end up like they did. You feel… similar."
Well, this really derailed from what you wanted to talk to her about, but maybe you can segue into that? It won't be pretty, but…
"So, maybe you could help me?" You change subjects with all the elegance of an overloaded Gaw, "It sounds like you know what you're talking about. If I was with the Republic instead of Londo Bell, then maybe-?"
"Absolutely not." Artesia shuts you down instantly, "Don't misunderstand. I do want to help you, but even if you joined us, I wouldn't be able to help you in the way that you need it. Stay with Bright. You'll be in good hands."
She stands, offering you a comforting smile, "However, I wouldn't mind continuing to work with you, Cybele Naese. If things change, then I'd gladly let you join my side."
Warship Astraia-Camilla's Quarters
"So, you spoke with Lady Artesia?" Camilla asks with a casual smile as she savors a scoop of ice cream, "Was it a productive meeting?"
"Mmhm," you nod, handing your cup of mango sorbet to Sicilia, who's already polished off her own ice cream cone, "We talked about a lot of things. It must be nice to work for her."
Camilla nods, "Yes, I respect her greatly. After all, she is the daughter of the father of Zeon. She carries his ideals well."
"I see…" You lean back, relaxing a bit, "So, Camilla, if I may call you that, you're one of Sicilia's sisters? You mentioned something about me being her Master, what did you mean by that?"
"You don't know?" She asks, puzzled, "I would have thought it obvious. You know that we are clones, yes? We may have differing personalities, but we are all the same in that we serve a Master. Once, we served Master Glemy, but after he was murdered, we were cast astray. We wandered without purpose. I and many of my fellow sisters realized that we needed someone to give us direction and leadership. Together, we found one, and we follow their cause."
"Ah, so Artesia is your Master?" You ask, but contrary to your expectations, Camilla shakes her head.
"No, Lady Artesia is not our Master. However, we have been instructed to protect and serve her. So until our Master tells us otherwise, that is what we shall do."
… Huh. Weird.
"Sister," Camilla looks at Sicilia, "Who is your Master? It is Cybele, correct?"
Sicilia stops her ravenous consumption of ice cream to think for a moment, before nodding.
"Cybele is my Big Sis."
Hey, wait a second, Sicilia is just your adoptive little sister! You're not her Master or whatever, that makes it sound like she's your slave or something!
"Whoa, hold on Sicilia, I'm not your Master, just your Big Sister, right?"
She just looks at you with uncomprehending eyes, and as she stays silent Camilla's frown grows.
"…Cybele," She stands, "May I have a word with you? Alone."
Camilla placates Sicilia with some chocolate bars before sending her out in the hall to wait. After the door shuts behind her, the older Ple sits back down and fixes you with a discerning stare.
"Where did you find her?" She asks immediately, "Something isn't right about her. She's not like us."
"Uh, she was in a lab in Cascadia." You answer, and launch into a long explanation of how and where you found Sicilia. You provide every detail you can recall and Camilla keeps grilling you until she's sure that you've told her everything.
Afterwards, she sits in silence, worry creasing her brow.
"…I thought that Sicilia was from my immediate sisters… but that might not be the case."
Her immediate sisters? You have no idea what she means by that, and tell her as much.
She begins to explain slowly, "My sisters and I were born during the One Year War, towards the end. We grew up on Axis, and were trained to become Pilots for Neo Zeon. I can tell you exactly the kind of training we each went through, but if Sicilia's…. 'batch', so to speak, underwent different conditioning, then she may have different needs."
"…You're talking about her like she's from a Mobile Suit production run or something," You say, a sense of unease settling in your gut, "She's a person."
There's a sadness in Camilla's eyes as she answers you, "The scientists who raised us considered us as little more than weapons. Accepting that we were more than that was… hard. However, it could have been worse. When we were young, Haman Karn advocated that we be treated with more kindness and care. Without her, we would be little more than mindless soldiers. Sicilia clearly underwent different treatment, which could be potentially more… intense."
"But she's clearly a little girl," You insist, "I mean, yeah, sometimes she acts a bit weird, but even so-!"
"Have you considered that she needs help?" Camilla cuts you off, "Help that you might not be able to provide?"
"…What are you saying?"
"Give her to us." She says, "I can bring her to our sisters. Together, we can help her heal from what was done to her."
Give… up Sicilia?
The answer to that is obvious.
"No." You refuse, "Sicilia stays with me."
"I cannot force the issue, but please understand. I only want what's best for her. No offense intended, but you cannot possibly understand what sort of things she's been through. It would be in her best interests to join her sisters."
"What's best for her," you stress, "would be to stay with the person she's most comfortable with. That person is me. I rescued her. She thinks of me as family, and at this point the feeling is mutual. Whatever her issues are, we'll work through them together."
"Is that your final answer?" She asks, and you nod.
She stares into your eyes, and you hers. In silence, the both of you take measure of each other's convictions.
Camilla is the first to break eye contact.
"If that is truly how you feel, then perhaps you can help her." She nods, conceding the argument, "Just know that if you fail her, we will all hold you to account."
"I won't fail." You counter without pause, "Count on that. I won't lose Sicilia, not after I already lost-!"
The words catch in your throat. You… You can't think about it. You don't want to think about it. Push it down, bury the grief, you won't let it pull you under again. This despair can't claim you until that Blue Hound is dead. What is the use of tears now?
Camilla regards you quietly for a while, before nodding, "Very well. We will leave her in your care. Just know that our offer remains open."
You'll keep that in mind. But you won't lose her.
You won't lose anyone ever again.
[X][Ahava] Start drafting repair and refit plans with Rhea. You want the firepower this thing will bring to the table.
"You sure you don't want to put in an order for a Mobile Armor from Anaheim?" Rhea asks as she pores over the schematics of the Ahava, "I mean, I can get this thing working, no question about it, but… you do know that it was a prototype, right? And not a final one either."
"And?" You shrug, staring out at the eviscerated red MA occupying the Bellerophon's central hangar, "What does that mean?"
"It means that even if I can restore it to spec, the specs were bad." She explains, slightly irritated, "You want the Ahava operational, I can get it operational. Hell, I'll redesign it so that the main gun doesn't blow itself to bits when firing at full power. I'll give it fully functional Funnels. I can reinforce the I-Field generator so that the first impact from physical munitions won't knock it out. But as far as I can tell, the Ahava was primarily designed to test out a precursor to Psychoframe in a Mobile Armor. To start off with, the Proto-Psychoframe in the cockpit-?"
She crosses it out on the paper schematics she has on the table.
"Gone! I'll be installing a regular AE Biosensor. I couldn't even fix the original if I tried. Also, we need more verniers!"
Rhea starts frantically marking locations where she can add more thrusters.
"Additional propellant tanks! Backup I-Field Generator! Missile pods! Mounting points so you can add additional weaponry! Reinforced docking points so you can use it as a Sub-flight System! Let's revamp the Movable Frame too! This baby is going to need to fold up to fit in the hangar once all is said and done!"
Her hand is a blur, and you slowly back out of the room.
Yeah, she's got this… You think.
The rest of the journey home is a blur of after-action reports, briefings, and team meetings. Perhaps you could have spent more time going over the battle with your team, but honestly your mind is elsewhere.
Londenion-Noah Bright's Office
You will forever cherish the memory of Commander Bright staring slack-jawed in disbelief as Amuro Ray stands in the doorway to his office.
"Hey, Bright." Amuro waves in amusement, although you notice he's a bit tense, "Long time no see, apparently. How have you been?"
It takes a few seconds for him to respond, "I, uh, great. Good. You're… You're back."
"We found Captain Ray in Axis." Captain Nouri explains, "Specifically, Ensign Naese was the one who found him. I thought that he should be the one to explain his situation to you."
She hands the awestruck Commander of Londo Bell a folder, "All the details are in my report. Also, Prime Minister Deikun would like to speak with you when you have the time. She said she would come in person, but she has business to take care of first."
"I, of course." Bright nods, still in shock, "Thank you, Captain Nouri. Ensign Naese. And… Amuro…"
Amuro smirks at Captain Nouri, "Sorry, Sarina, could you give Bright and I some privacy? I need to catch up with my old friend."
"Of course, Captain Ray," She salutes him before turning to you, "Ensign. Let's go."
The door shuts behind you, sealing the two men in.
Inside the room, unbeknownst to you, Amuro crosses his arms and gives Bright a withering stare.
"So, Bright," the White Meteor smiles with a thin veneer of tranquility, "What's this I hear about a gift shop?"
The walls seem to close in around Bright as he struggles to come up with a response.
"Well?" Amuro asks, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Bright finally finds the words, but they sound weak, "In… In my defense… I…"
Londo Bell needed revenue, merchandising out Amuro's image raked in money. Bright didn't want to be indebted to giant corporations like with how the AEUG became puppets of the elite. He was a practical man, and although it pained him to sell out Amuro like that, it had been necessary. Or so he told himself at the time.
But really, revenue from Amuro merchandise was a pittance next to Londo Bell's other forms of financial backing. Really, he didn't have to license out Amuro at all. The extra money was nice, but…
The truth was…
"In my defense," he swallows, throat dry, "I never thought that I'd suffer the consequences of my actions."
Amuro nods as he pulls off his gloves, "…Yeah, I thought it might be something like that."
Later, Bright's secretary was sent to fetch a bag of ice for the man's cheek.
Two days pass before new orders come in. You spend that time…
(Ranked Voting, top two votes win)
[] Amuro Ray, Artesia Deikun, and Bright Noah all in one place? You have to see what is going to happen, and Eris is of the same mind.
[] Attempting to procure Funnels of some sort from Londo Bell's arsenal. Having experienced the glory of Bits, you refuse to go back to an existence devoid of All-Range Attacks.
[] Sicilia is technically entitled to fly her own Mobile Suit, as a member of Cascadia Team. Maybe you should see what Londo Bell can spare?
[] Psychoframe. It's what's driving this conflict. You need to learn more about it and, if possible, procure some of your own.
[] Hold a Memorial Service for Kaylen. He deserves one.
[] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
[] Try and spend time with your mother. Emphasis on the "try".
[] The Woundwort is haunted.
-[] Attempt an Exorcism.
-[] Commune with the Ghost.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
So that's not a no, but right now she thinks we're better off with Bright. All things considered, she's right.
Well okay then. Good thing we already had plans to take her too Dr. Biden.
This woman values the salvage we find a lot more then she values us. Just something to keep in mind. And we still need to find a pilot for this thing.
I've never loved and hated someone so much at the same time.
[X] Hold a Memorial Service for Kaylen. He deserves one.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
We're probably not making any headway with Mom until we get some closure with Kaylen. Sicilia has already had several concerning episodes, and we were just threated by the whole her her weird hivemind family thing to make sure she's well cared for.
Everything else doesn't seem as immediately important.
- Pronouns
- Reader
Wow. We made her year. What are the odds she names this thing after herself, and Cybele accepts in return for her keeping her mouth shut about Cybele almost suggesting the Amuro?
Wow. Cybele could have been a red Comet.
Unfortunately, she has a much higher calling than veangance. Sisterhood
Reap what you sow. Best mission result. Hands down.
[X] Attempting to procure Funnels of some sort from Londo Bell's arsenal. Having experienced the glory of Bits, you refuse to go back to an existence devoid of All-Range Attacks.
I appreciate the desire to Honor Kaylen, but Funnels could keep our team alive, as well as cybele and Sicilia herself. the living before the dead. I'll trust the doctors to do their job with mom.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
At the same time, we really don't want to mismanage Sicilia, and Having Bidan help Cybele move past her "Destroy All Federation" phase by focusing on Sicilia is a sensible move in my opinion.
Hmm. This is going to make our next mission interesting.
[X] The Woundwort is haunted.
-[X] Commune with the Ghost.
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Dumb is a state of existence
- Location
- ᓚᘏᗢ
Well, I have four priorities.
[x] Hold a Memorial Service for Kaylen. He deserves one.
[x] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
[x] Try and spend time with your mother. Emphasis on the "try".
[x] The Woundwort is haunted.
-[x] Commune with the Ghost.
[x] Hold a Memorial Service for Kaylen. He deserves one.
[x] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
[x] Try and spend time with your mother. Emphasis on the "try".
[x] The Woundwort is haunted.
-[x] Commune with the Ghost.
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- A place
[X] Hold a Memorial Service for Kaylen. He deserves one.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
Shapeless Phobos
Filthy Casual
[X] Attempting to procure Funnels of some sort from Londo Bell's arsenal. Having experienced the glory of Bits, you refuse to go back to an existence devoid of All-Range Attacks.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
I like to think of this as meeting our current physical and emotional needs.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
I like to think of this as meeting our current physical and emotional needs.
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Exactly. While we need to address the mental problems, focusing on Sicilia's issues to get Cybele's mind as much off revenge as possible.
We can't ignore how close that final battle was despite being slanted in our favor.
We had 3 Gundams, numerical superiority, our own mobile armor, bits, and extra munitions from raiding an armory, on top of Amuro and Zeon support, and we might have still taken a loss if not for Cybele's last minute Bits Recon.
The Mobile Armor isn't going to be ready in 2 days, and no guarantee we'll have another convenient to raid armory on the next mission. The Woundwort is supposed to have Funnels, we simply lost them during the prologue. Now that Cybele has the rudimentary skills to use them, in addition to Sicilia to fall back on, Funnels could be the game changer to help us keep up when numbers or firepower is stacked in the enemies favor instead.
Frozen Flame
Fragment of the Devourer
- Location
- The Darkness Beyond Time
Seeing Kamille is pretty much a must at this point, mental issues are not something that can fester without consequence. And I agree with the previous reasoning on practical needs. We really need to up the quality of Cybele's gear if we want her to survive against ace pilots, large numbers, or bleeding-edge tech without serious luck.
Cybele's nowhere near ready for psychoframe, the funeral would help mentally but that's at least partially covered by seeing Kamille, and while dealing with the ghost haunting the Woundwart should definitely be a priority, it doesn't seem as immediately necessary as funnels and therapy. The rest don't seem like they'd give the improvement needed at this time.
[X] Attempting to procure Funnels of some sort from Londo Bell's arsenal. Having experienced the glory of Bits, you refuse to go back to an existence devoid of All-Range Attacks.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
Cybele's nowhere near ready for psychoframe, the funeral would help mentally but that's at least partially covered by seeing Kamille, and while dealing with the ghost haunting the Woundwart should definitely be a priority, it doesn't seem as immediately necessary as funnels and therapy. The rest don't seem like they'd give the improvement needed at this time.
[X] Attempting to procure Funnels of some sort from Londo Bell's arsenal. Having experienced the glory of Bits, you refuse to go back to an existence devoid of All-Range Attacks.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
[X] Take Sicilia to see Dr. Bidan. You did promise to help your Little Sis.
[X] The Woundwort is haunted.
-[X] Commune with the Ghost.
We should balance the socials with things that will keep us alive. I'm hoping commune gets her more skills.
[X] Attempting to procure Funnels of some sort from Londo Bell's arsenal. Having experienced the glory of Bits, you refuse to go back to an existence devoid of All-Range Attacks.
[X] The Woundwort is haunted.
-[X] Commune with the Ghost.
We should balance the socials with things that will keep us alive. I'm hoping commune gets her more skills.
[X] Attempting to procure Funnels of some sort from Londo Bell's arsenal. Having experienced the glory of Bits, you refuse to go back to an existence devoid of All-Range Attacks.
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