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Super Robot Quest G
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You could down the road, yes.
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
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I had a thought last night, Next time we fight Sheol's ground troops like the ones that were part of the attack on the Yukimura institute or were active at the op in Australia, we should capture a few samples to reverse engineer. As well as hopefully find a better way to detect them than we already have. We've already reverse engineered a lot of his tech, so finding a way to better detect his ground forces might be an idea for the future. it would also allow the DFRI to come up with better counter measures against them too. Maybe the Regent can help with that since his tech is pretty advanced and it does have tech that we have not gotten from him yet. The Kausen also might have a way to do it.
February, Year Four - Rapid Response Pt. 3 (Free Brothers)
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1520, 20 June 2073
Outskirts of Refinery
'Dodge!' Oscar ruminated that 'dodging' in something as massive as Perseus Megas was something of a misnomer. Yet they still moved with a surprising amount of speed, marred only by a slow windup. Tons of metal and K-Class Materials woven together cut through the air at lumbering speeds, proving to be no faster than the Phalanxes around him. Still, there was one upside that rendered this a mostly non-issue:
It wasn't as if the Free Brother monstrosity was any faster than they were. The Giant - and really, no one's come up with a better name - slammed its fist into the ground, digging a massive crater where Megas had just been standing in. Enormous shards of concrete and pipes scattered around them, Perseus's optics seemingly locking gazes with the Giant's - a suggested name, Polyphemus, overlaid itself in the UI - as its spare fist swept around, charging at them with all of the kinetic friction of an oncoming cargo truck.
'I've got movement controls!' Xiu Ying gritted her teeth as she triggered Perseus's anchor spikes. With a relatively quiet hiss and crack! sound compared to the cacophony of the battle raging around them, she willed Perseus to brace.
'Brace!'
And none too soon, as the Polyphemus's fist crashed into them.
Both pilots exhaled sharply, doubling over from the sympathetic feedback as the giant's fist slammed into them. She could feel the blood spilling down Oscar's lips from where he bit his tongue, his knuckles a deathly white as he held Perseus's arms up. She could feel like the very anchor spikes that were starting to buckle and bend driving themselves into her heels as Perseus was pushed back in a massive cloud of debris.
'Ready on our mark!' Oscar's muscles were shaking from the impact. But Perseus Megas held. A blow like that from the Olympic had utterly cracked them before. A blow like this - and the many, many, many others they'd had to endure this fight just to give the garrison and their own forces a chance to focus on the chaff - would have destroyed them. But Perseus Megas held. In the corner of his eye, he could see the garrison's forces - spearheaded by somewhat badly beaten up Centurions - pushing up from the flank, trying to serve as the hammer to the DFRI's anvil.
Perseus Megas just had to hold.
'Oscar!' He glanced over towards his copilot, even though he didn't need to strictly. 'Think he's going to slam his fist on us again?'
'Why not? He's been doing it all fight.' And they'd have been able to work around that if they hadn't learned that enduring the hits meant the 'pilot' inside was less likely to go after the others.
'I've got a plan. How quickly can you shift all power to one of the weapons systems?'
"Smelter, hurry the scrap up!" Throughput growled. The once bright green and orange paintjob of his chassis was now dulled and chipped, with drab gunmetal grey growing more exposed as he'd had to endure more of the weird-aft chemical propellant charges that the humans seemed so damned fond of using. Only the weird one - Perseus - used anything remotely similar to proper blasters. And they had nothing like what he had turned into.
Who the scrap welded more bits like that onto themselves mid battle like this!?
Growling, he vented some of his frustration as he blasted another of the non-sentient gunplatform things, an enormous blast of energy from the club's end tip ripping straight through its cranial unit. Even as it trailed smoke and fire, its hands limply falling to its sides as it collapsed onto the ground, more of them were marching forwards, the cannon units mounted on their arms firing in an organized volley salvo.
Throughput raised his forearm, deflecting one of the cannon rounds - "Gah!" He winced as he felt the indentation deform the metal, and he ducked behind the square building structure he'd been taking shelter from. But that just exposed him to yet more fire from the aeros as they sideswiped him, contrails of missiles emerging from their afts as explosive charges rained down around him.
Yet one still came just a tiny bit too close, and Throughput angled his club just so. Blunt metal sheared through its wing, and the stricken aero was sent into an out of control corkscrew spin, leaving a dizzying trail of smoke and fire in the air in its wake.
"How d'you like that!?" Great. Smelter's having delusions of grandeur. The now thoroughly unhinged mech was manically slamming the giant drone's fists onto Perseus's form, almost as if he were intent on digging straight to the planet's core. "I'm unstoppable in this! How d'you-!?"
"Smelter, hurry up! Before they can pull something out of-"
Perseus's much abused optics narrowed as he saw the giant's fists raise high up into the air. Up until now, for the sake of his wills' compatriots, he'd endured the ignoble treatment of simply taking the foe's attacks.
'Pile Bunker-!'/'-ready!'
But now the battle had shifted. The lesser ones were being forced back. And his optics flared as he felt power surge all into his right arm. The onboard weapons ports began to shimmer and vent exhaust in anticipation as the hamhanded giant was about to strike once more, with electric sparks concentrating along his elbow.
'NOW!'/'NOW!'
With as much energy as he could muster, Perseus Megas roared as his fist rose upwards, his reactor pulsing faster and faster as he urged more and more power into the Pile Bunker.
An explosive charge erupted, with fire spewing from his elbow as both fist and spike drove their way into the foe's flesh.
'THUNDER-!'/'-CHARGE!'
And the world exploded into blue and white as heavenly wrath found the Kausen wanting.
One moment, there was a split second pause as what seemed like two immovable objects lumbering towards each other.
The next, the Polyphemus's hand began to show wildly spreading cracks, bright lights spilling out wildly as arcs of electricity hinted at the bottled tempest within.
"GAH! What the-!?" The pilot of the giant drone didn't get to say much else, as a thunderclap broke free of the hand, shattering it entirely in its path to freedom. As the Polyphemus staggered backwards, a smoking and ruined stump where its hand once was, the singular clatter of an ejected detonation charge from the Pile Bunker cut through.
And Perseus Megas's chest began to crackle with energy as its plates unfolded, bright red energy began to coalesce, a trio of zirvitium-lined barrel rails crackling with raw power. The air was already crackling with electric arcs from Perseus's previous strikes, but now the red light began to suffuse the air itself, with the brightest concentration around Megas itself as it braced itself, its arms momentarily crossed before it as if it nurture the growing ball of destruction for just one more moment.
"Oh, scrap." Throughput immediately clobbered the gunplatform attempting to accost him, and raised his forearm up into the air. A green flare shot up into the air, momentarily shining before its colored hue was overtaken by the storm growing before him. "Scrap this. Every mech for themselves, we're out of here!"
View: https://youtu.be/lXBwFMx04u4?t=63
Music I had in mind picks up from 1:03.
Also, I will admit that Fighbird was one of the formative Super Robot shows I had growing up. I make no apologies.
Two - no, three - voices rang out as one.
As one, Oscar and Xiu Ying's grip on the controls spread outwards, willing Perseus Megas to spread his arms as the Free Brother were introduced to what felt like the raw power of a star. Bright, searing light collided into the Polyphemus, its form only marked by momentary shadows as Perseus's righteous wrath overwhelmed it.
One could barely notice that the head unit detached itself, desperately rocketing away even as smaller explosions wracked its surface, leaving the rest of the body to bear the brunt of the Free Brothers' own tools turned against them. The shadowed figure jerked forwards, one last time, raising its arms as if to try and raise its defiance one last time.
But in the end, it was too much. And then there was only cleansing light.
"Well. I'll be damned."
Major Lennox readjusted her service cap, not minding the soot and the grime as her command Phalanx lowered the ramp. Bits of debris - and what she fondly imagined were leftover parts of the damned Kausen - blew into her face from the harsh winds, but she didn't mind. No sir, she didn't mind one bit.
She could still see the expanding fireball finally beginning to lose cohesion as Perseus Megas turned around, its chest plates folding back in on themselves as it stood triumphantly, the giant robot's exploding corpse serving as a backdrop. Normally, she would be slightly annoyed that someone had swooped in to take the credit for this all...but there was no denying that they all needed the help, and the DFRI had most certainly delivered.
"Ma'am!" She cocked her head slightly to listen to the radio operator. "Receiving confirmation that the Kausen are pulling back. I...I think they're done."
"For today," she replied coolly. "But yes. I think they've had enough." Her attention was focused on the Perseus, however, even as its own organic units were coalescing around it. The Seekers that the Marines were just starting to field, and their own Phalanxes.
A Super Robot.
"...hmm." She continued to stare at it thoughtfully for some time, even as she boarded back onto the Phalanx. It was time to have a word with whoever was in charge of them.
EUDF VICTORY
Free Brothers Asset: 'Polyphemus' Destroyed
Salvage Pending
Outskirts of Refinery
'Dodge!' Oscar ruminated that 'dodging' in something as massive as Perseus Megas was something of a misnomer. Yet they still moved with a surprising amount of speed, marred only by a slow windup. Tons of metal and K-Class Materials woven together cut through the air at lumbering speeds, proving to be no faster than the Phalanxes around him. Still, there was one upside that rendered this a mostly non-issue:
It wasn't as if the Free Brother monstrosity was any faster than they were. The Giant - and really, no one's come up with a better name - slammed its fist into the ground, digging a massive crater where Megas had just been standing in. Enormous shards of concrete and pipes scattered around them, Perseus's optics seemingly locking gazes with the Giant's - a suggested name, Polyphemus, overlaid itself in the UI - as its spare fist swept around, charging at them with all of the kinetic friction of an oncoming cargo truck.
'I've got movement controls!' Xiu Ying gritted her teeth as she triggered Perseus's anchor spikes. With a relatively quiet hiss and crack! sound compared to the cacophony of the battle raging around them, she willed Perseus to brace.
'Brace!'
And none too soon, as the Polyphemus's fist crashed into them.
Both pilots exhaled sharply, doubling over from the sympathetic feedback as the giant's fist slammed into them. She could feel the blood spilling down Oscar's lips from where he bit his tongue, his knuckles a deathly white as he held Perseus's arms up. She could feel like the very anchor spikes that were starting to buckle and bend driving themselves into her heels as Perseus was pushed back in a massive cloud of debris.
'Ready on our mark!' Oscar's muscles were shaking from the impact. But Perseus Megas held. A blow like that from the Olympic had utterly cracked them before. A blow like this - and the many, many, many others they'd had to endure this fight just to give the garrison and their own forces a chance to focus on the chaff - would have destroyed them. But Perseus Megas held. In the corner of his eye, he could see the garrison's forces - spearheaded by somewhat badly beaten up Centurions - pushing up from the flank, trying to serve as the hammer to the DFRI's anvil.
Perseus Megas just had to hold.
'Oscar!' He glanced over towards his copilot, even though he didn't need to strictly. 'Think he's going to slam his fist on us again?'
'Why not? He's been doing it all fight.' And they'd have been able to work around that if they hadn't learned that enduring the hits meant the 'pilot' inside was less likely to go after the others.
'I've got a plan. How quickly can you shift all power to one of the weapons systems?'
"Smelter, hurry the scrap up!" Throughput growled. The once bright green and orange paintjob of his chassis was now dulled and chipped, with drab gunmetal grey growing more exposed as he'd had to endure more of the weird-aft chemical propellant charges that the humans seemed so damned fond of using. Only the weird one - Perseus - used anything remotely similar to proper blasters. And they had nothing like what he had turned into.
Who the scrap welded more bits like that onto themselves mid battle like this!?
Growling, he vented some of his frustration as he blasted another of the non-sentient gunplatform things, an enormous blast of energy from the club's end tip ripping straight through its cranial unit. Even as it trailed smoke and fire, its hands limply falling to its sides as it collapsed onto the ground, more of them were marching forwards, the cannon units mounted on their arms firing in an organized volley salvo.
Throughput raised his forearm, deflecting one of the cannon rounds - "Gah!" He winced as he felt the indentation deform the metal, and he ducked behind the square building structure he'd been taking shelter from. But that just exposed him to yet more fire from the aeros as they sideswiped him, contrails of missiles emerging from their afts as explosive charges rained down around him.
Yet one still came just a tiny bit too close, and Throughput angled his club just so. Blunt metal sheared through its wing, and the stricken aero was sent into an out of control corkscrew spin, leaving a dizzying trail of smoke and fire in the air in its wake.
"How d'you like that!?" Great. Smelter's having delusions of grandeur. The now thoroughly unhinged mech was manically slamming the giant drone's fists onto Perseus's form, almost as if he were intent on digging straight to the planet's core. "I'm unstoppable in this! How d'you-!?"
"Smelter, hurry up! Before they can pull something out of-"
Perseus's much abused optics narrowed as he saw the giant's fists raise high up into the air. Up until now, for the sake of his wills' compatriots, he'd endured the ignoble treatment of simply taking the foe's attacks.
'Pile Bunker-!'/'-ready!'
But now the battle had shifted. The lesser ones were being forced back. And his optics flared as he felt power surge all into his right arm. The onboard weapons ports began to shimmer and vent exhaust in anticipation as the hamhanded giant was about to strike once more, with electric sparks concentrating along his elbow.
'NOW!'/'NOW!'
With as much energy as he could muster, Perseus Megas roared as his fist rose upwards, his reactor pulsing faster and faster as he urged more and more power into the Pile Bunker.
An explosive charge erupted, with fire spewing from his elbow as both fist and spike drove their way into the foe's flesh.
'THUNDER-!'/'-CHARGE!'
And the world exploded into blue and white as heavenly wrath found the Kausen wanting.
One moment, there was a split second pause as what seemed like two immovable objects lumbering towards each other.
The next, the Polyphemus's hand began to show wildly spreading cracks, bright lights spilling out wildly as arcs of electricity hinted at the bottled tempest within.
"GAH! What the-!?" The pilot of the giant drone didn't get to say much else, as a thunderclap broke free of the hand, shattering it entirely in its path to freedom. As the Polyphemus staggered backwards, a smoking and ruined stump where its hand once was, the singular clatter of an ejected detonation charge from the Pile Bunker cut through.
And Perseus Megas's chest began to crackle with energy as its plates unfolded, bright red energy began to coalesce, a trio of zirvitium-lined barrel rails crackling with raw power. The air was already crackling with electric arcs from Perseus's previous strikes, but now the red light began to suffuse the air itself, with the brightest concentration around Megas itself as it braced itself, its arms momentarily crossed before it as if it nurture the growing ball of destruction for just one more moment.
"Oh, scrap." Throughput immediately clobbered the gunplatform attempting to accost him, and raised his forearm up into the air. A green flare shot up into the air, momentarily shining before its colored hue was overtaken by the storm growing before him. "Scrap this. Every mech for themselves, we're out of here!"
View: https://youtu.be/lXBwFMx04u4?t=63
Music I had in mind picks up from 1:03.
Also, I will admit that Fighbird was one of the formative Super Robot shows I had growing up. I make no apologies.
Two - no, three - voices rang out as one.
"MEGA BLASTER!"
As one, Oscar and Xiu Ying's grip on the controls spread outwards, willing Perseus Megas to spread his arms as the Free Brother were introduced to what felt like the raw power of a star. Bright, searing light collided into the Polyphemus, its form only marked by momentary shadows as Perseus's righteous wrath overwhelmed it.
One could barely notice that the head unit detached itself, desperately rocketing away even as smaller explosions wracked its surface, leaving the rest of the body to bear the brunt of the Free Brothers' own tools turned against them. The shadowed figure jerked forwards, one last time, raising its arms as if to try and raise its defiance one last time.
But in the end, it was too much. And then there was only cleansing light.
"Well. I'll be damned."
Major Lennox readjusted her service cap, not minding the soot and the grime as her command Phalanx lowered the ramp. Bits of debris - and what she fondly imagined were leftover parts of the damned Kausen - blew into her face from the harsh winds, but she didn't mind. No sir, she didn't mind one bit.
She could still see the expanding fireball finally beginning to lose cohesion as Perseus Megas turned around, its chest plates folding back in on themselves as it stood triumphantly, the giant robot's exploding corpse serving as a backdrop. Normally, she would be slightly annoyed that someone had swooped in to take the credit for this all...but there was no denying that they all needed the help, and the DFRI had most certainly delivered.
"Ma'am!" She cocked her head slightly to listen to the radio operator. "Receiving confirmation that the Kausen are pulling back. I...I think they're done."
"For today," she replied coolly. "But yes. I think they've had enough." Her attention was focused on the Perseus, however, even as its own organic units were coalescing around it. The Seekers that the Marines were just starting to field, and their own Phalanxes.
A Super Robot.
"...hmm." She continued to stare at it thoughtfully for some time, even as she boarded back onto the Phalanx. It was time to have a word with whoever was in charge of them.
EUDF VICTORY
Free Brothers Asset: 'Polyphemus' Destroyed
Salvage Pending
QM Note: You'll all see what you get from what was supposed to be a short series of posts next post.
Also, I'm going to stop saying 'this will be a short post.' It never turns out that way. @_@ Just hoping you're all enjoying it!
Also, I'm going to stop saying 'this will be a short post.' It never turns out that way. @_@ Just hoping you're all enjoying it!
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Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
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Do I detect a hint of envy in her voice? 
, Well if she applies than we will have to put her through the Sam Callaghan's school of thought on how to fight giant monsters and over vindictive instructors. (this book has earned Sasaki's secret Ire over it because he actually wrote the damned thing.) Because after all, haven't most of our pilots gone through the same school. if she passes good, if not than its back to your old unit and sorry for getting your hopes up.
, Well if she applies than we will have to put her through the Sam Callaghan's school of thought on how to fight giant monsters and over vindictive instructors. (this book has earned Sasaki's secret Ire over it because he actually wrote the damned thing.) Because after all, haven't most of our pilots gone through the same school. if she passes good, if not than its back to your old unit and sorry for getting your hopes up.
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Also imagine it from her perspective. She just received some of the newfangled Centurions, which are a major step up from her previous inventory items, only to still see them struggle against the Kausen (which is understandable as they're production models and lack the super science you all enjoy). Then in comes in Perseus, being as shonen and Super Robot-y as can possibly be, and utterly smashes the Free Brothers' offensive and forces them to retreat - something that the DFRI knows can happen, but to the rest of the EUDF this is unheard of.
It's safe to say that Major Lennox is wondering 'how do I get my hands on one of those?'
And once again, I must ask: so... How much of his starship's fuel has a certain somebody in orbit diverted for use as a Kausen high-strength alcohol replacement thanks to the recent sensor reports?
VICTORIA: Sir. Sir. Sir. Any more consumption will lead us to being dead in space.
You won't get much. You did kind of explode it with the Mega Blaster. But you will get a chance to analyze what's left, compare it with footage from the battle, and you can bet the engineers assigned will get some inspiration from it.
Callaghan: Crap, they're onto us.
It's a reasonable assumption to make. Every version will have different variations (such as the Jackals having engineering, medical and guntruck versions for example). A command variant, especially for an IFV, is hardly unprecedented.
Also, as an aside: if anyone has any suggestions or feedback in how I write the finishing strike sequences, do let me know. Because when it comes to finishers, in the original source material and video games, they tend to be very audio-visual experiences. I do my best to try to imitate that purely with the written word (and it's very easy to visualize in my head), but translating that here sometimes gets a bit unwieldy. If anyone has recommendations, sound off.
Upcoming posts this week will focus on the oil platforms! Along with the occasional omake or two.
You did great as always, Basarin!
It felt like a SRW cutscene!
As for the easiest way to non-special teched friendly mook units reach the next milestone...
I'll just repeat we should research the friction reducing chemical sometimes.
It does nothing for any of our special units but for everyone without it lets them respond much faster than their machines would otherwise.
The Westphalians have that plus modularity so their civilian based mechs are now able to run literal rings around Defense Force mechs and we don't even need to worry about secrets getting out if we give it to everyone because they're already using it.
It felt like a SRW cutscene!
As for the easiest way to non-special teched friendly mook units reach the next milestone...
I'll just repeat we should research the friction reducing chemical sometimes.
It does nothing for any of our special units but for everyone without it lets them respond much faster than their machines would otherwise.
The Westphalians have that plus modularity so their civilian based mechs are now able to run literal rings around Defense Force mechs and we don't even need to worry about secrets getting out if we give it to everyone because they're already using it.
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JmonsterNEO
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I have a halfway produced idea, a Power Rangers-esque squad of souped up bots called the General Infantry Mecha, or G.I.M.(pronounced 'Jim')
Lookie here, an idea for a Megazord, Lennox specifically has her eye on something big like Perseus Megas, after all.
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I wouldn't be surprised if Major Lennox comes back into the story as part of another Super Robot program.
Her experience as a conventional force commander against the Kausen would be fairly valuable since the standard doctrine DFRI and its sibling programs are formulating is Super Robots supported by significant conventional support forces.
Her experience as a conventional force commander against the Kausen would be fairly valuable since the standard doctrine DFRI and its sibling programs are formulating is Super Robots supported by significant conventional support forces.
But the big question about the Command Variant, does it have a Horn?
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I'll take that compliment.
Thanks!I'm still always open to feedback on how I could improve too!
He's dead, G.I.M.
Entirely possible!
For practical purposes, having a PA system rigged to it is feasible.
For comedic purposes, I was trying to find a link to some of the more ridiculous Brigador horns each unit can have, but realistically the command variants for the EUDF wouldn't have those. (The jury is out on the Westphalians though)
Speaking of, what have our favorite idiots been getting up to after their standardized VOTOM came out, I wonder? 🤔
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ShenanigansTM.
I'll be exploring all of the enemy factions' actions in subsequent posts.
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Good, good... So how effective has Earth and humanity been at convincing them they need to contact Galbatorix in order to write up the report saying why Galbatorix's actions, if perhaps misguided, have proven beneficial and thus should be supported? Particularly as it gives them an in with the madhouse that is Earth, only partially stirred up by Kausen actions.
Who the heck does he think helped him publish the dang thing? It might be a tad humorous but it's still useful as strategy and tactics baselines for the non-DFRI groups and will likely help them work up plans for independent Giant Slaying (if with less slaying and more surviving until further upgrades go widespread) along with Giant Support efforts. The over-vindictive part was carefully overlooked, as with all things of this nature (most military personnel, commissioned or not, still remember training, or at least are aware that there is a blank spot in their memory for that time period and can guess why it's blank).
Speaking of theI'll take that compliment.
I'm still always open to feedback on how I could improve too!
He's dead, G.I.M.
Entirely possible!
For practical purposes, having a PA system rigged to it is feasible.
For comedic purposes, I was trying to find a link to some of the more ridiculous Brigador horns each unit can have, but realistically the command variants for the EUDF wouldn't have those. (The jury is out on the Westphalians though)
Basically think a team of Ace Custom mobile suits instead of a single super gundam- still multiple steps up from the conventional forces and have tricks of their own but can't match up one to one against high level Kaiju (I guess an example would be the Sol Braves squadron from Gundam 00 movie). And said project would be focused more on responding to Westphalian attacks and Kausen raids.
I'm just waiting for the day a pilot gets good enough in a real robot model to pull this off.
Yet another reason to spec in friction reduction, so we can sift out skilled real robot pilots easier since everyone having responsive machines means it's easier to steal prospective Aces.
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Smith Files #2 - Intelligence, and What We Technically Did(n't) Do
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File 2: Earth Union Intelligence Service
Or, as I like to call it, 'don't make us come down there.'
I won't bother getting into specifics, since everything I could say is just going to get the <REDACTED> treatment (there, see, boss? Saved you the trouble using the <REDACTED> on <REDACTED>). As much as this sounds super blatantly obvious, this entry is also here as per your instructions to capture recent goings-on with our new inventories and the recent threats that have been making life too interesting. So here goes.
Our mission, as always, is to uphold the peace through means which the public will likely never know until they're declassified down the road. Conducting macro-scale monitoring via open source, electronic source and human source intelligence, we do our best to defuse situations before they even become noticed. Again, I'm not going into specifics, since I know that's going to get filtered.
I'm not making this a fluff piece. As you might have noticed, we haven't exactly been all that successful over the last decade.
George Sheol and the Westphalians are threats that were not taken seriously enough until they were too far entrenched to really remove through subtle means. This was before either of our tenures, but the Westphalians were considered a low level threat that could be removed given time and surgical measures. By the time Future Operations realized the scale of the now identified Tank-Mobiles and the strange freedom of movement they enjoy, it was too late for previous plans to be enacted. Their strength-in-being approach has also been theorized to be a self-fulfilling prophecy that draws out all of the sympathizers - many of whom are in surprisingly high places. But they also tend to be supporters and not direct assets, so we've been able to make subtle arrests.
Remember, children - winners don't do drugs. And nostalgia at the cost of reality is one hell of a drug.
No one exactly could predict George Sheol utilizing his genetic engineering thesis to create literal giant monsters, or the Kausen crashing into Earth, however, so we have that silver lining going for us. For a given definition of silver lining. But thankfully, after the confirmed mission kill of the Warlord (I'm honestly surprised another one hasn't shown up yet, but give them time), that gave us the excuse to incorporate the DFRI into our defensive network. Major Devin has proven to be a very useful anvil to our hammer, and while the Super Robots are destroying high profile targets, that gives us plenty of anonymity for maneuver.
In addition, and more pertinent to this report, we now have new assets of our own thanks to their designs. They are as follows!
CR-03 'Steed'
Frame: Motorcycle
Roles: Infantry powered armor; Cockpit Unit (Super Robot); multi-role
Significant Producers: Lone Star Industries; Waltz-Dallman GhB; Daehan Motors
Widest Adopters: DFRI
I won't lie and say that I was surprised at that last metric too. Though the Steed was originally designed for use with the Intelligence Services, Major Devin's team found a significant use for them and they've really run with it. I'll refer you to the Yukimura Institute incident, but they played a significant role as both cockpit units for the recent Seeker models as well as close quarters powered armor.
On its own, the Steeds are slightly uparmored motorcycles. The armor does sacrifice a little bit of the maneuverability you see in civilian models, but that's offset by the fact that getting shot at with this thing means you can actually tank a direct and heavy hit or two before you have to start worrying (I still wouldn't recommend sitting still to test it though). It reconfigures into a humanoid armor mode, a little larger than your average male human (standing roughly at about seven feet or so fully encased in metal) and is still fairly agile.
We're already starting to see variations of the Steed. Little has to be said about our own variants - paired with the Shades (see below), the Steeds generally forego the armor in exchange for engine longevity, ability to scale higher buildings or fit through narrow spaces, and looking more like civilian models. The DFRI's modifications I've already mentioned, but the Marine Expeditionary Forces have seen what they're doing with them and are starting to ring the budget gongs about it the closer to the end of the fiscal year we get - I expect to see full infantry models of these soon, and if the Marines get them, the Ground Defense Forces won't be far behind. The Air Defense Forces are actually pretty interested too, but they're beginning to send out feelers for commissions to make an aerial version (not that this is exactly public just yet~).
CR-04 'Shade'
Frame: Various civilian SUV/Van models
Roles: Command and control; surveillance; engineering
Significant Producers: Lone Star Industries (on special order); Daehan Motors (on special order)
Widest Adopters: N/A
I won't regurgitate too much, Director, as you were there with me during the demonstration a few years ago. The Shade is our latest surveillance model, designed to be a mobile headquarters, action station and maintenance bay-in-a-pinch. It can reconfigure into mecha mode, but it's not going to be winning any prize matches for close combat. What it does allow for is to navigate rough terrain that a bulky vehicle like the Shade normally would have no business even trying, but you kind of have to be very careful in trying.
I've used this machine before, and I have no real complaints about it. I've used it for just about every function on the docket and then some, and while it might not be the best at it (the really specialized equipment would just be too heavy or make us sacrifice other functions we don't want to), its ability to do any of them on the fly makes its flexibility really nice to have on demand while also letting us blend into just about any civilian or urban population centers around. That, and everyone expects us to paint our vehicles black - no one expects purple (beyond thinking they have poor taste, which is objectively wrong).
I've also been seeing other weird experiments going on with some of the other departments. One of them is literally plugging their Shade into a larger computer network for additional processing, while another is actually trying to uparmor the thing for direct combat. I'm...not exactly sure how wise that one's going to be, but, uh, more power to them? I have it on good authority from the DFRI that they're pretty handy as indirect fire platforms, but I'm not sure I'd want to risk one of them in close quarters.
Or, as I like to call it, 'don't make us come down there.'
I won't bother getting into specifics, since everything I could say is just going to get the <REDACTED> treatment (there, see, boss? Saved you the trouble using the <REDACTED> on <REDACTED>). As much as this sounds super blatantly obvious, this entry is also here as per your instructions to capture recent goings-on with our new inventories and the recent threats that have been making life too interesting. So here goes.
Our mission, as always, is to uphold the peace through means which the public will likely never know until they're declassified down the road. Conducting macro-scale monitoring via open source, electronic source and human source intelligence, we do our best to defuse situations before they even become noticed. Again, I'm not going into specifics, since I know that's going to get filtered.
I'm not making this a fluff piece. As you might have noticed, we haven't exactly been all that successful over the last decade.
George Sheol and the Westphalians are threats that were not taken seriously enough until they were too far entrenched to really remove through subtle means. This was before either of our tenures, but the Westphalians were considered a low level threat that could be removed given time and surgical measures. By the time Future Operations realized the scale of the now identified Tank-Mobiles and the strange freedom of movement they enjoy, it was too late for previous plans to be enacted. Their strength-in-being approach has also been theorized to be a self-fulfilling prophecy that draws out all of the sympathizers - many of whom are in surprisingly high places. But they also tend to be supporters and not direct assets, so we've been able to make subtle arrests.
Remember, children - winners don't do drugs. And nostalgia at the cost of reality is one hell of a drug.
No one exactly could predict George Sheol utilizing his genetic engineering thesis to create literal giant monsters, or the Kausen crashing into Earth, however, so we have that silver lining going for us. For a given definition of silver lining. But thankfully, after the confirmed mission kill of the Warlord (I'm honestly surprised another one hasn't shown up yet, but give them time), that gave us the excuse to incorporate the DFRI into our defensive network. Major Devin has proven to be a very useful anvil to our hammer, and while the Super Robots are destroying high profile targets, that gives us plenty of anonymity for maneuver.
In addition, and more pertinent to this report, we now have new assets of our own thanks to their designs. They are as follows!
CR-03 'Steed'
Frame: Motorcycle
Roles: Infantry powered armor; Cockpit Unit (Super Robot); multi-role
Significant Producers: Lone Star Industries; Waltz-Dallman GhB; Daehan Motors
Widest Adopters: DFRI
I won't lie and say that I was surprised at that last metric too. Though the Steed was originally designed for use with the Intelligence Services, Major Devin's team found a significant use for them and they've really run with it. I'll refer you to the Yukimura Institute incident, but they played a significant role as both cockpit units for the recent Seeker models as well as close quarters powered armor.
On its own, the Steeds are slightly uparmored motorcycles. The armor does sacrifice a little bit of the maneuverability you see in civilian models, but that's offset by the fact that getting shot at with this thing means you can actually tank a direct and heavy hit or two before you have to start worrying (I still wouldn't recommend sitting still to test it though). It reconfigures into a humanoid armor mode, a little larger than your average male human (standing roughly at about seven feet or so fully encased in metal) and is still fairly agile.
We're already starting to see variations of the Steed. Little has to be said about our own variants - paired with the Shades (see below), the Steeds generally forego the armor in exchange for engine longevity, ability to scale higher buildings or fit through narrow spaces, and looking more like civilian models. The DFRI's modifications I've already mentioned, but the Marine Expeditionary Forces have seen what they're doing with them and are starting to ring the budget gongs about it the closer to the end of the fiscal year we get - I expect to see full infantry models of these soon, and if the Marines get them, the Ground Defense Forces won't be far behind. The Air Defense Forces are actually pretty interested too, but they're beginning to send out feelers for commissions to make an aerial version (not that this is exactly public just yet~).
CR-04 'Shade'
Frame: Various civilian SUV/Van models
Roles: Command and control; surveillance; engineering
Significant Producers: Lone Star Industries (on special order); Daehan Motors (on special order)
Widest Adopters: N/A
I won't regurgitate too much, Director, as you were there with me during the demonstration a few years ago. The Shade is our latest surveillance model, designed to be a mobile headquarters, action station and maintenance bay-in-a-pinch. It can reconfigure into mecha mode, but it's not going to be winning any prize matches for close combat. What it does allow for is to navigate rough terrain that a bulky vehicle like the Shade normally would have no business even trying, but you kind of have to be very careful in trying.
I've used this machine before, and I have no real complaints about it. I've used it for just about every function on the docket and then some, and while it might not be the best at it (the really specialized equipment would just be too heavy or make us sacrifice other functions we don't want to), its ability to do any of them on the fly makes its flexibility really nice to have on demand while also letting us blend into just about any civilian or urban population centers around. That, and everyone expects us to paint our vehicles black - no one expects purple (beyond thinking they have poor taste, which is objectively wrong).
I've also been seeing other weird experiments going on with some of the other departments. One of them is literally plugging their Shade into a larger computer network for additional processing, while another is actually trying to uparmor the thing for direct combat. I'm...not exactly sure how wise that one's going to be, but, uh, more power to them? I have it on good authority from the DFRI that they're pretty handy as indirect fire platforms, but I'm not sure I'd want to risk one of them in close quarters.
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