Both Galbinus and Ichiro can turn into a tank.
Super Robot Quest
- Thread starter Basarin
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
Not in Person
Once Known as The Nobody
- Location
- A place
Not yet. Until recently, there hasn't been enough super robots to seriously fight.
Here you go:
Mary (grins even wider): "O-ho? Most curious". {Gendo pose}
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
Flatly That was a joking statement.
JmonsterNEO
Spouter of nonsense
- Location
- The quest forums
You better not leave us hanging on the reaction again QM.
IIRC, he's alive, but in the Kausen equivalent of a full body cast after the Timberwolf quite literally flattened him, and by that I mean everything below or outside of the ribcage-analogue is distinctly squished.
If he's actually conscious, yes. It's entirely possible he's still comatose form the brutal beatdown he received. On the bright side, he's not exactly in any condition to escape of his own accord.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
So... did anyone else notice that the demon-fighting fluffy kaiju omakes got a Sidestory threadmark instead of Apocrypha?
- Location
- Here and There and Back When
i mean, that isn't exactly surprising. sidestory is where basarin is putting all the omakes. look at apocrypha. it's not being used for much
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
Yea I am kind of hoping that its Apocrypha and not Canon.
Super Carrier Sergey Gorshkov
- Location
- USA
1153, 22 August A.D. 2072
Naval Base San Diego
It had been quite some time since the attack on the Naval Base. Though plenty of lives had been lost in the attack, even more careers had been metaphorically slain due to a lack of adequate preparations. That a kaiju - code named 'Dragonfly' - had been sent by Sheol to rampage through the vulnerable facilities was bad enough on its own, but that the Sergey Gorshkov had been snapped in half and had sunk into the harbor without a chance to fight back had been a harsh wakeup call.
You made no friends that day (with one exception), but the decision to have the DFRI be the ones to refit and repair the venerable super carrier had to have been a bitter pill for the Naval hats to swallow. That, and it was a constant, low level source of gloating for you, you had to admit. Try to blame the Timberwolf for losing the carrier, will they? No sir! You and your people showed them-!
You pause, and quietly take another sip of coffee. Damnit, too much exposure to mad science (you mentally lowercase the word lest you invoke them) is making you imitate them.
Still, this is how you've found yourself attending the official launch of the reborn Sergey Gorshkov. Leaning against the railing, you watch as the tarp is detached slowly from the carrier frame as it is held in its dry dock moorings. You purposefully ignore the constant questioning looks the ship's captain keeps shooting you for the moment. It would ruin the effect - you were already skipping the ceremony part, after all, there was no point in giving the Westphalians or Sheol an easy target to go after.
"Almost ready!" Katarina's voice chimes in cheerfully in your earpiece. It was still some time yet before Peters would be ready for you to reveal the AIs' presence - you give it till the end of year evaluation at least - so for now, it was all voice communication only.
"Thanks," you reply back quietly. "Go ahead and let her loose when you clear it with the port authority."
"So." The ship captain turns towards you, unwilling to stay quiet for politeness's sake any longer. "What the hell did you do to my ship?"
"Gave it a refit, and threw on some experimental equipment in the process," you reply. "Your admiral's giving you grief about it?"
"Among other things." The woman grimaces, rubbing a hand against her face. "Bad enough that I'm a captain without her ship. My crew's been going through all of the materials yours sent their way - hell, I've been going through it, and I'm not convinced you weren't high on something with the materials."
"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow, but don't show much else as the tarp slowly slides away from the ship hull. "What was the impossible thing to wrap your head around?"
"Point defense beneath the hull? The atmospheric shutters? You really expect me to expect this is going to fly?"
"I thought the charged catapult launchers and the elevator systems were going to trip you up."
"Not really, no. I already saw those 'Seeker' frames your team's sent over. That is a familiar unfamiliar weird, not...space travel."
"Well..."
The tarp finally comes undone. And the super carrier practically gleams as the sun glints against the zirvitium plating that now seamlessly meshes against the relatively mundane titanium shielding the critical systems. The carrier tower looms large over the flight deck, with what is now becoming the DFRI's standard Energy Blaster mounted along newly installed gun batteries mounted along both the port and starboard bulkheads (you're sure you're butchering some naval terms there). Point defense turrets form clusters around both the upper and lower parts of the hull (sadly using more mundane munitions), with even more zirvitium forming small barriers around for the crew to take shelter in.
But what really kills any sort of sass from the ship's captain are the enormous engine arrays. You know you're going to turn some naval officers' heads into mush when they try to reconcile that engines this size shouldn't be able to work due to weight, but that was without reckoning with the anti-gravity solutions Katarina liberally installed. Both at the far rear of the ship, and mounted along the belly, the engines thrummed with a menacing roar, already sending waves of dust and leftover debris scattering all around the dry dock. The captain holds onto her hat to prevent it from flying off into space before the ship can.
You just tighten the seal on your thermos and put on some eye protection as Katarina, masquerading as the automated systems, really feeds life into the engines.
With geysers of bright blue light, the Sergey Gorshkov lifts.
Not very far, mind you. This was just to get far enough to slip its mooring from dry dock - and, you add with a hint of satisfaction, the utterly bemused and shocked looks of the other officers that had gathered to observe what they were certain couldn't be done. The faint markings of what almost look like discolored metal and claws could just barely be seen from below as the carrier continues to hover along, slowly dropping in a controlled glide to settle into the harbor waters. You're not sure if that was intentionally done or not, but you approve - the Naval Defense Force officers might not, but it was just another reason to gloat as far as you were concerned!
"...so. Space flight?"
"Mhmm. Now, I'm going to go brief your bosses on the same thing, but we've left enough materials and resources for maintenance and repairs. That said, if you want to make any kind of upgrades, you'll have to reach out to us again."
"I'll...take a raincheck on that." The captain is shaking her head as the carrier serenely floats calmly in the water, not too far from where its old frame had met its end. "I barely know enough of what this thing can do just yet."
"No time like the present to start, right?" You glance at additional flag officers approaching you, one of whom seems quite red in the face. You recognize him as one of the officers who was not too happy with you following the San Diego mission.
This was going to be an interesting conversation, but you upheld your commitments and then some. No matter how much you rankled still with the EUNDF, that was going to have all sorts of bargaining capital down the road!
Naval Base San Diego
It had been quite some time since the attack on the Naval Base. Though plenty of lives had been lost in the attack, even more careers had been metaphorically slain due to a lack of adequate preparations. That a kaiju - code named 'Dragonfly' - had been sent by Sheol to rampage through the vulnerable facilities was bad enough on its own, but that the Sergey Gorshkov had been snapped in half and had sunk into the harbor without a chance to fight back had been a harsh wakeup call.
You made no friends that day (with one exception), but the decision to have the DFRI be the ones to refit and repair the venerable super carrier had to have been a bitter pill for the Naval hats to swallow. That, and it was a constant, low level source of gloating for you, you had to admit. Try to blame the Timberwolf for losing the carrier, will they? No sir! You and your people showed them-!
You pause, and quietly take another sip of coffee. Damnit, too much exposure to mad science (you mentally lowercase the word lest you invoke them) is making you imitate them.
Still, this is how you've found yourself attending the official launch of the reborn Sergey Gorshkov. Leaning against the railing, you watch as the tarp is detached slowly from the carrier frame as it is held in its dry dock moorings. You purposefully ignore the constant questioning looks the ship's captain keeps shooting you for the moment. It would ruin the effect - you were already skipping the ceremony part, after all, there was no point in giving the Westphalians or Sheol an easy target to go after.
"Almost ready!" Katarina's voice chimes in cheerfully in your earpiece. It was still some time yet before Peters would be ready for you to reveal the AIs' presence - you give it till the end of year evaluation at least - so for now, it was all voice communication only.
"Thanks," you reply back quietly. "Go ahead and let her loose when you clear it with the port authority."
"So." The ship captain turns towards you, unwilling to stay quiet for politeness's sake any longer. "What the hell did you do to my ship?"
"Gave it a refit, and threw on some experimental equipment in the process," you reply. "Your admiral's giving you grief about it?"
"Among other things." The woman grimaces, rubbing a hand against her face. "Bad enough that I'm a captain without her ship. My crew's been going through all of the materials yours sent their way - hell, I've been going through it, and I'm not convinced you weren't high on something with the materials."
"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow, but don't show much else as the tarp slowly slides away from the ship hull. "What was the impossible thing to wrap your head around?"
"Point defense beneath the hull? The atmospheric shutters? You really expect me to expect this is going to fly?"
"I thought the charged catapult launchers and the elevator systems were going to trip you up."
"Not really, no. I already saw those 'Seeker' frames your team's sent over. That is a familiar unfamiliar weird, not...space travel."
"Well..."
The tarp finally comes undone. And the super carrier practically gleams as the sun glints against the zirvitium plating that now seamlessly meshes against the relatively mundane titanium shielding the critical systems. The carrier tower looms large over the flight deck, with what is now becoming the DFRI's standard Energy Blaster mounted along newly installed gun batteries mounted along both the port and starboard bulkheads (you're sure you're butchering some naval terms there). Point defense turrets form clusters around both the upper and lower parts of the hull (sadly using more mundane munitions), with even more zirvitium forming small barriers around for the crew to take shelter in.
But what really kills any sort of sass from the ship's captain are the enormous engine arrays. You know you're going to turn some naval officers' heads into mush when they try to reconcile that engines this size shouldn't be able to work due to weight, but that was without reckoning with the anti-gravity solutions Katarina liberally installed. Both at the far rear of the ship, and mounted along the belly, the engines thrummed with a menacing roar, already sending waves of dust and leftover debris scattering all around the dry dock. The captain holds onto her hat to prevent it from flying off into space before the ship can.
You just tighten the seal on your thermos and put on some eye protection as Katarina, masquerading as the automated systems, really feeds life into the engines.
With geysers of bright blue light, the Sergey Gorshkov lifts.
Not very far, mind you. This was just to get far enough to slip its mooring from dry dock - and, you add with a hint of satisfaction, the utterly bemused and shocked looks of the other officers that had gathered to observe what they were certain couldn't be done. The faint markings of what almost look like discolored metal and claws could just barely be seen from below as the carrier continues to hover along, slowly dropping in a controlled glide to settle into the harbor waters. You're not sure if that was intentionally done or not, but you approve - the Naval Defense Force officers might not, but it was just another reason to gloat as far as you were concerned!
"...so. Space flight?"
"Mhmm. Now, I'm going to go brief your bosses on the same thing, but we've left enough materials and resources for maintenance and repairs. That said, if you want to make any kind of upgrades, you'll have to reach out to us again."
"I'll...take a raincheck on that." The captain is shaking her head as the carrier serenely floats calmly in the water, not too far from where its old frame had met its end. "I barely know enough of what this thing can do just yet."
"No time like the present to start, right?" You glance at additional flag officers approaching you, one of whom seems quite red in the face. You recognize him as one of the officers who was not too happy with you following the San Diego mission.
This was going to be an interesting conversation, but you upheld your commitments and then some. No matter how much you rankled still with the EUNDF, that was going to have all sorts of bargaining capital down the road!
The Sergey Gorshkov lives! The EUNDF now has the first space capable prototype warship in human history! To put it lightly, your end of year review is going to be quite interesting in a positive way.
New Liaison option unlocked!
Your efforts are drawing attention near and far...
New Liaison option unlocked!
Your efforts are drawing attention near and far...
Nice. Um, do we get options to make smaller (escort) craft? Even if it's just suborbital/orbital hoppers to join the Pegasus? I think that was mentioned with the Regent thingie or something similar.
- Location
- USA
WE IN SPACE NOW BABY! Oh god the political capital is going to be insane.
ConfusedCanuck
Where did it all go wrong?
- Location
- Neverland
Well now the Navy is sucking crow from this! And I'm sure that while we don't have many friends in the Admiralty(Given how corrupt they seem to be I don't expect a lot of them to be staying once enough evidence is found) the Ship commanders(captains commodores) are going to love us.
We've also kickstarted the EU Space Navy! Which is great because we need to reach the Not!megatron warships somehow and we'll need our own warships to do it!
We've also kickstarted the EU Space Navy! Which is great because we need to reach the Not!megatron warships somehow and we'll need our own warships to do it!
- Location
- USA
More to follow on that! You now have practical experience on how to make these crafts so now you can realistically experiment and build around with them.
So, potential project I was thinking about. You know how Mercury V tends to sortie off of a EUDF ship? I was wondering if we could tempt the officers that support the Yukimura institute to get energy blasters installed on their ships.
Imagine it, two years down the road, a Kaiju shows up and 6-7 Destroyers just open up with blasters, weapons that have been shown to actually be effective against them.
Imagine it, two years down the road, a Kaiju shows up and 6-7 Destroyers just open up with blasters, weapons that have been shown to actually be effective against them.
ConfusedCanuck
Where did it all go wrong?
- Location
- Neverland
I also think our remit has gone beyond super robots since now we're getting into Space Craft!
I suspect at the end of year report with Peters we will either get an expansion on our remit or a promotion perhaps both given how successful we are.
I suspect at the end of year report with Peters we will either get an expansion on our remit or a promotion perhaps both given how successful we are.
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
And the entire world including all 3 enemy factions goes apeshit. I fully expect one or more of them to try something against the Gorshkov. And it will be Hilarious.
One of our pseudo plans is to give the other Super Robot Programs including Ground Pound, Dedicated advanced Dropships that can support their super robots during their operations against their current foes.
Oh, the Free Brothers are going to go absolutely Apeshit once they realize the Gorshkov can exit atmosphere. Keep in mind they've only been here a couple years and they're seeing Humanity Tech up at a quite frankly obscene rate. They've seen Warforms that can challenge and, perhaps more importantly, beat them. Now we've potentially got a way to reach their Safe Haven, and the rate at which we could conceivably start churning them out? Destroying it is basically their only option, and they have to do it in such a way that the Earth won't try to make another, because otherwise we'll just drown them under the weight of our guns in a few years.
Honestly i didn't expect this to happen till we were way past 500 page mark