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Also they are just kinda, funny in their competence, they aren't too bad but their masterpiece was literally just shoving a lot of super material invented by someone else into a gundam and after that point in the timeline they just sorta stop mattering
 
JmonsterNEO said:
The Hulk gets his own buster. I'd say the name works well.
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My only idea is the give it a Hero name to keep in theme with the rest of our SR Like Buster Gilgamesh.

But we can maybe save that for Ichiro upgrade.

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Actually you know what Gilgamesh is too fitting for Ichiro since oldest Heroic epic and Oldest SR AI so im voting for it :V

[X]Change Ichiro Combined Form from Buster Pack to Buster Gilgamesh.
 
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Anaheim became a non-issue because they couldn't get with the times to miniaturize and streamline war crime robots. They couldn't let go of big chonkers and thus died out of sight.
 
Now that we have Funnels, we can do Shield Bits right? Combine Funnel mobility with Dispersion Field generators, equip them on ships and support mechs
 
Basarin said:
I've been hinting at it earlier, but with the expansion of the Super Robot program with official backing (you're no longer an oddity, you're now an odd part of Doctrine being written), you will have plenty to outsource to see what other programs do with the technologies you don't prioritize or don't have time for.
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in all probability, that's going to probably be what happens with that Chemical. We give it to someone who has the time and resources to research it properly. I can already think of several other things that we can have that we don't have time to properly research and develop.


As for Anaheim, it says something that it's been such a long time since I watched any of the older Gundam shows that I clean forgot that they existed at all. But that happens as time passes and we all get older.
 
Thors_Alumni said:
in all probability, that's going to probably be what happens with that Chemical. We give it to someone who has the time and resources to research it properly. I can already think of several other things that we can have that we don't have time to properly research and develop.
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Honestly, I figure that we probably want to set up a 'Material Science' branch for the Super Robot Projects. It's one that doesn't build Super Robots itself but instead is focused on advancing certain 'core' technologies which can be used for more or less all Super Robots without substantial risk.

So not things like our Kaijutech due to that all using Kaiju samples to produce, but the Anti-Grav and also the Non-Friction coating? Those would be something that Branch studies to attempt to improve, or at least make cheaper. The Kausen 'Food Crystals' might be another technology we'd hand off to them just due to how useful and low in risk for development it is, even if technologies which derive from that end up being 'locked down' to specific Super Robot Projects which receive the needed authorisation/clearance.

In short, a Branch which focuses on long term development, distribution and improvement of stuff that's not actively under the intense development that comes with Super Robots. Hell, that could very well end up being the 'Civilian Uses' branch which attempts to convert developments the Super Robot Projects make into wider industrial and commercial use.
 
Warmachine375 said:
That does sound nice although there would be some unsavory characters who would have other plans for the Super Robot Projects if you know what I mean.
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You say that as if the Bad Guys or Power Hungry Politicians/Greedy Industrialists either seizing control of the Super Robot Program or it's technology is NOT a staple of the genre.
 
Wonder if/when Devin gets that promotion. He start seeing all those "friends" he made.

And maybe figure out why some of his foes seem to be one teck behind him.

Well some of them at least.
 
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    • As promised, have an interlude. I'll be working on the Engineering post and the Science rolls this weekend, and hopefully I don't have anything else come up.

    Nothing to see here, no substantial updates to this one. I just noticed I put it under Threadmarks rather than Sidestory, that's been corrected.

    I call upon the people of the subjugated nation-states of Earth.

    You are all living a beautiful lie.

    World peace. Unity amongst all mankind. The wars to end all wars. It sounds admirable. But it is a forced dream.


    "-ay again, this is Quebec-Three, enemy penetration in-!"

    "-firm hostile operators, light mecha and-    incoming-!"

    "-there anyone on this rig!? Quebec-One! QRF! Anyone-!"

    The radio array descended into one final electronic shriek of garbled pain before going silent, the single bullet put through the delicate electronics. "Enough of that." The pistol, its barrel still smoking, began to trail a stylized pattern as the trigger well spun around the firer's forefinger. "God forbid the defenders actually have comms."

    The figure watched lazily, leaning against the wall as the red-tinted emergency lights flickered in the control tower, handily masking the potential bloodstains of the staff manning the radios. Only one had managed to even rise from her seat, and lifelessly remained slumped against the wall. The figure nudged her with its foot, and the would-be hero slid to the ground, blood freely staining the wall in her wake as her body joined the rest of those laying on the ground.

    Not that the figure was paying attention. There was a much better show going on outside. A smile might have formed at the sight of one of the damned Storks burning, one of the enormous stabilizing wings bent ninety degrees inwards and trailing even more smoke. A smile definitely would have from the sight of the spreading figures with broken down emergency services trying to contain the fires from the outside residential areas still wailing their sirens even as the few remaining Tank-Mobiles remaining on hand gleefully were shooting them into ribbons.

    One thought crossed the figure's mind as hellfire began to engulf the town near the Union's base, smoke and orange fires greedily devouring all around and obscuring the sky in the ashes of their protectors: There would be no help coming. A fitting tribute to the Red King.

    The pistol slid into its holster at the firer's side, safety clicking on, as the silhouette tapped a finger to its ear. "Communications down. Take them apart."

    "Confirm. What about the sheep?"

    There was a momentary pause. "What about them?"

    "Say no more."


    And like with all dreams, we must wake up.

    Look around us. Without the fires of competition, without the struggles of nations, we have collectively traded greatness for comfortable stagnation. No one can become great on their own merits, not without the permission of the tyrants in their floating ivory towers.


    "Charming message, isn't it?"

    Anna didn't dignify the rhetorical statement with a response. The Director tended to make these obvious statements all the time, usually to either lighten the mood or to nudge his people towards a certain one. And on top of everything else Anna was dealing with, seeing yet another one of the Red King's maligned Top Ten reels was just making her annoyed.

    But annoyingly, the Director had a point, like usual.

    "More of the same." Anna flicked a switch, and the recording of the figure in black and red shadows nudged to the side, revealing a who's who of would-be revolutionary 'heroes.' "Scions of political families. Censured officers. Failed businessmen. Passed for promotion."

    "The greedy, the corrupt, and the desperate." Director Ashwood tilted his head slightly. "Even decades on, the system still has growing pains to deal with."

    "So why does the system make this so damned easy to find recruits for this nutjob?"


    No one can achieve riches without restrictions.


    "You know, I wouldn't be working with you nearly so much if you didn't pay so damned highly, Koenig."

    Pak couldn't see Koenig – of course he couldn't, he always did enjoy the shadowy filters and the red backdrops – but he could swear the bastard was smiling at him. "Yet you profit all the same despite your own difficulties with the cause."

    Pak huffed in his drink, shooting a glare behind his shaded glasses, but he didn't say anything to that. He tried to pivot instead: "Though are you sure you're not worried about one of Yuan's workshops having that incident earlier?"

    "What of it? One disgruntled engineer who turned his back on the Union already? He has no credibility to stand on." But Koenig clearly wasn't done with the previous topic.

    "Don't give me that attitude. You know damned well that you could be making enough money if you had stayed within the Union's system. But it's not just about money, is it?"

    Pak glanced aside to see one of the Hussars rolling off of the line, just in time for the last of the assembly line to install the final piece. A cylindrical camera apparatus was fitted into the guts of the 'head' unit as the final connections were made by several of the workers who very much weren't working at the factory that didn't exist. The transparent armored glass sealed shut over it, and the monocular eye camera glowed to life, the cylindrical modes spinning through different modes before the diagnostics were concluded.

    "If I had stayed legitimate, I could have been wealthy enough," Pak admitted. "But there are far too many safeguards against gentleman's agreements, too many barriers to making deals." Pak stood up, facing the holo link. "I could make it to the top in my lifetime, maybe – but what's the point of riches if you're about to die of old age before you can enjoy them?"

    "Stay with me, Pak. And you will enjoy the freedom to build your wealth in a weak and divided world yet again."

    Despite himself, despite all of his annoyances with Koenig, Pak – begrudgingly – raised a glass. "Something we can both drink to, for once."


    No one can become great.

    No one can restore their destinies with their own two hands.


    "Have you enough?"

    Burr grimaced, but he reluctantly shook his head at the question. "They're definitely more active since they found that Tunnel waystation."

    The Red King's silhouette paused, as if considering something. "If it was just the Union dogs at the old site, you would not have this hesitation. You're concerned for something else."

    "There's something else in the District," Burr explained. He wordlessly accepted a memo from one of his aides, signing off on a requisition approval before passing it back to the beleaguered young man. Lots of potential, eager to learn – wasted in the EUDF. He'll do well. Should do something nice for him. "There's some other force that's near there. I don't know what, and I can only keep my reconnaissance forces hidden long enough before we add 'in force' to that moniker."

    "I will talk with him," Koenig promised.

    "You'd do that?" The older commander blinked in surprise. "You'd be asking a lot of him to let my forces through his area."

    "This is too important to leave alone like this," Koenig insisted. "Even if the probes fail, even if you have to make an attack, we need to know what is going on in there." The shadowy figured sighed – a rare first for Burr to witness. "I left it alone too long since Warlord. No longer. We need to right these wrongs, show the young blood among you that we can act."

    Burr nodded, a fire of his own building in his gut. "Once you give us the go ahead, I can get started…but some of the new Hussars wouldn't go amiss."

    "I will have even better for you," Koenig promised. "You will have what you need to free America from the Earth Union's tyranny."


    I call on all those who share my vision – of struggle, of conquest, of glory – to restore the world that was. A world where your own efforts mattered, when nations charted their own destinies beholden to none but their people. A world where you shouldered the burdens you chose to. Let those who perish in the purifying flames be remembered as the brave sacrifices on the altar of freedom!

    Rise up! Break your shackles, turn your chains into weapons of liberation!


    Koenig took one last moment to look over the state of the world. Just seeing the new patterns of commerce and cargo, of the lack of military posturing against an external force, made him feel his age.

    It was never supposed to be like this.

    The world had been managed just the way they had hoped for. The conflicts over the artificial island chains in the South China Sea. The skirmishes on the Korean peninsula that came just close enough to threaten nuclear intervention. They had even come close enough to finding ways to destabilize the western world through the systems projects in the American west coast.

    Those shuttles were never supposed to be dropped.

    The wars to end all wars. Koenig's face twisted into an ironic smile. Oh, how his old mentor would have laughed at how stupid such a notion was, but the 'Day of Starfall' had forced the nations' hands far earlier than they were ready to capitalize on. Now they had to deal with this…abomination of a world government.

    But no matter. He had time. He had resources. And he had the will.

    He would have the power to rule that he was promised. And there was more than one way to achieve it.


    "Just one engineer, huh?"

    The workshop still stood in ruins ever since that army of Kaiju had stomped through from the coast towards Mercury V's haunt. The JSDF and the EUDF had cleaned up most of the mess – but aside from field stripping the electronics considered sensitive enough to salvage, most of the wreckage had been left in the junkyard, unaware or uncaring at the time that the junkyard manager had stopped operating for awhile.

    No one had asked too closely when he claimed to be the new manager. And that gave him more than enough materials and isolation to make progress.

    "I know what you did, Koenig." The old engineer pulled up his welding mask to reveal a weatherbeaten face. Once bright blue eyes had hardened from years of broken promises as they beheld the progress of his work. The Hussars had been a good effort by Yuan after the maniac's slump – but now he was going to apply his ideas that he knew could have made them better, costs be damned.

    "I know what you and yours did to her." Returning to the dilapidated computer terminal, the wire graphical representation of the upgraded head module greeted him. He was only missing a few pieces to really make this thing look menacing. She would have liked that, I think.

    "And even if I'm not the one who really hurts you with this, I'll find someone who can."
     
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    • Basarin said:
    "This is too important to leave alone like this," Koenig insisted. "Even if the probes fail, even if you have to make an attack, we need to know what is going on in there." The shadowy figured sighed – a rare first for Burr to witness. "I left it alone too long since Warlord. No longer. We need to right these wrongs, show the young blood among you that we can act."
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    ah crap! welp, we can't say we didn't see this coming.
     
    So Koenig was old guard Illuminati that got fucked over when situations forced an actual Unified Earth Government to form that kicked him and his old guard out.

    Looks like we've got a disgruntled Westie Engineer making a Super in a Cave with a box of Scraps that he's likely to hand off to someone with a grudge against the Illuminati.
     
    Thors_Alumni said:
    I think it's more of an AI than a Super. I just get the feeling that the engineer is working on an Ai and not a Super Robot.
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    I mean, it's gonna be a Super Prototype at the very least.

    Basarin said:
    but now he was going to apply his ideas that he knew could have made them better, costs be damned
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    Like I'm not expecting a Timberwolf equivalent, but this sure sounds like a Black Mightgaine attempt. Or rather a Black Beowulf. Beowulf's Edgier cousin.
     
    Oh ho. One of Westphalia's workshops seem to have gone rogue after finding out that Westphalian shenanigans killed someone important to them so we've got another independent player joining the game.

    Also, time to build up our defenses more!
     
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