- Location
- Dethklok
Thank you. I misunderstood how the Claw attack worked
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Super Robot Quest
- Thread starter Basarin
- Start date
- Original Sci-Fi
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- Location
- Dethklok
Well, for that fight we were a little dishonorable since we attacked him with our Super Robot + supports units. But since he's an asshole and presumably a terrorist, I'm totaly fine with that
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Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
Well, for that fight we were a little dishonorable since we attacked him with our Super Robot + supports units. But since he's an asshole and presumably a terrorist, I'm totaly fine with that
Hey now, he brought support units too.
He just threw them out first to try and bait out a serious response from us, and they naturally got their shit pushed in.
He'd have been a lot more dangerous if he deployed with them.
Not the worst idea in the world, so long as he had entered when our response went off.
- Location
- USA
@SITB
On the way home, but thanks for your input! Things do tend on the simple right now, but this is the very first game I've attempted to run. I will get the enemy difficulty down eventually!
More descriptives, though, I can definitely do.
Narratively, it made sense for Warlord to open up with bait. He was confident he was only facing a higher concentration of EUDF conventionals.
That, and since Koenig ticked off Pak, who knew of the prototype Jackal but neglected to inform him...
On the way home, but thanks for your input! Things do tend on the simple right now, but this is the very first game I've attempted to run. I will get the enemy difficulty down eventually!
More descriptives, though, I can definitely do.
Narratively, it made sense for Warlord to open up with bait. He was confident he was only facing a higher concentration of EUDF conventionals.
That, and since Koenig ticked off Pak, who knew of the prototype Jackal but neglected to inform him...
Base Defense - Heavenly Fury
- Location
- USA
Combat, Turn Seven
"Move," Warlord growled as he wrestled with the control sticks. All the while alarms whined in shrill tones as the onboard systems struggled desperately to bring the Pilum back to working status. "Move, damn you!"
He winced as another of those damnable electric rounds slammed into the windshield. The energies crackled violently, almost like a rising creature attempting to claw its way into the cockpit, before dissipating without incident.
"Blackbox recording, preparing for dead man's burst transmission," he said in an even voice. Despite the rage he felt earlier (and a part of him was regretting he broke his pipe), a serene sense of calm fell upon him. Even the pattering of gunfire slamming into his hull was starting to increase in intensity…and even starting to take more of his hull away from him.
Abruptly the HUD rebooted, and the claws immediately returned to his control. He could have done without the message it was bearing. More and more of the Pilum's readouts were showing up in blood red rather than the comforting green. More and more weapons options were dying out, the lights flickering slightly before simply fading to nothingness.
"All assets: inoperable."
The hull shuddered as the more numerous mechanical dogs, many of whom were perched on the burnt out husks of his troops, poured more and more fire into him. He knew for a fact that the engine rotor was not supposed to start changing in pitch like it was that very moment.
"Pilum status: nearing destruction."
Combat, Turn Eight
Even more of them began to surround him. Yet these ones did not concern him. "Nearing destruction," he said, the massive claws forming a cross guard in front of the hull, "but for the moment, operational." The rounds pinged harmlessly off of the claws, giving him a moment's respite from the thunderstorm of firepower threatening to engulf the seat of his power.
And then that damnable flying mech flew straight at him. The claws once again came out to challenge it, and what few machine guns were left began opening fire to discourage the damned red dog, however much they could.
They couldn't. He knew it, but the weapons couldn't.
"Defense Force assets: significant," he said, the cockpit shuddering with a massive jolt as he and the mech slammed into each other. Again and again, the mech rose to slam against him, only for him to ward him off with the claws. It would gain distance from him again before he could reach out and snap at him, only for him to circle around and do it again.
And he no longer had the firepower necessary to do anything about it.
"Analysis suggests this is a Defense Force fortress, possibly a production facility of some sort," he said as the mech hovered still for a moment. The turn of fortune was held there in stark contrast to each other; the Pilum still flew, but battered, bloody, sparking, and nearing collapse.
And the Union mechanical frame. Vibrant, aggressive, defiant.
Confident.
"The Earth Union is developing new models of war machines, including a model similar in intent to Valiant," he recorded. "Unsure of how much this recording will reach the Homeland, but situation is untenable. No retreat available, down to my last magazines." The missile lock on warning warbled again. "And the enemy is relentless."
The claws immediately snapped to life as he forced the engine forward, the great beast wounded, but deadly still. "Return to base is unlikely," he announced, tilting the gunship in ways saner men would consider dangerous. As the Bodkins air-to-air missiles scraped the hull and continued on harmlessly, he concluded, heedless of the fact that if he looked up he could see parts of the ground below him, "For the Great Cause, I die alone."
Sasaki stares at the abomination that was the Pilum as the claws continued to press the attack against Callaghan in that strange rapid pattern as before. Yet this time, Callaghan had its measure; strike was met for strike, and neither side was yet willing to give. Callaghan allowed a few blows to strike him in order to get closer, and despite the armor buckling and bending in areas, the K-Scale was proving its worth. Nothing got through.
Yet Sasaki wasn't staring at the fight. She was looking directly at the gunship, as if she'd seen something that was abruptly announcing itself. "What do you see?" you demand.
Combat, Turn Nine
"It has no intent to run," she says. "It has no intention to run, and is simply attempting to inflict as much damage as possible before its destruction."
"Can it do that?" Katarina asks fretfully.
"I do not plan to allow it the chance," Sasaki says coolly. Another round of the Charged Cannon slammed into the gunship like a thunderbolt, but something was simply preventing the charges from creeping into anything important. "But we have a chance to finish it. Right now."
You reach for the other sat-link. "Sam, Wilde, is it ready?" you ask. Sasaki turns to you with a brief look of confusion.
"Sam here! Finishing putting on the last touches of K-Class!" the perpetually cheerful scientist says over the radio. "Be with you in a sec!"
"Wilde here, Sir," the Engineer confirms. "Henry's just finished packing it up in the TMU pod. We're just about good to go!"
Turning back to Sasaki's confused look, you shrug. "I had faith in Callaghan," you say. "And you were going to need this sooner or later."
You can see her fighting down an embarrassed look over something that she overlooked completely. "Sir, I-"
"You were busy directing the battle," you assure her. You're still grinning a bit at her expense, but it doesn't go past that. "Don't worry. It's not the end of the world if your boss gets one last thing into place to help out."
Perhaps part of it is the sheer amount of energy being exuded by everyone. You aren't sure. You just know that when you started, everyone was determined, but uncertain of the future.
Now, despite the dangers, despite the casualties…everyone was confident. Everyone had this feeling that yes, their choices and the hard work invested into their work, could create something like the Beowulf that could win.
Perhaps the hammy acting was just an expression of that joy. You could live with that.
"Captain Sasaki," you say with as straight a face as you can manage. Your old friends at the academy would never let you live this down. Well, screw 'em. This is your show. "Launch the Spark Caliber."
"Understood!" You do not fail to see the simple smile on her face as you give that order. "Engineering! You have the order. Launch!"
Richard grinned. As the package was dropped by the passing TMU, he said, "Establishing connection with the Spark Caliber! The Arc Cannon will dispense Jupiter's Fury!"
The laser guidance and the micro-cables immediately latched into the open chamber of the Arc Cannon, even as the massive weapon on his right shoulder righted itself to accept the new package. The MMI was already handling most of the calculations for him, but even as he landed onto the ground with a resounding crash, he paid no attention to the bracing clamps extending from the Foxhound's legs. He just knew to take a stable stance for this next part.
The HUD in the MMI immediately shifted as a circular targeting array focused on the wounded beast in front of him. "Hey, right back at you," Richard said. As an enormous swell of energy began to build at the barrel of the Arc Cannon, he realized he had no idea if the man on the other end could hear him. He didn't exactly care. But this had to be said. "You fought well. This'll be quick."
"Thunderstrike!" he roared. "Fire!"
He pulled the trigger.
Warlord knew the end was coming. The lightning storm just waiting to be unleashed in that damned cannon expanded quickly. He couldn't see anything but the oncoming rush of power screaming his way.
It was fine. He'd made his peace. And he'd heard the last words of the pilot.
Despite everything, he could only chuckle.
The chuckle expanded into a hearty laugh, even as the closer the round came. The online systems sputtered and shorted out from the sheer proximity of the energies raging at the miniature sun that was coming his way. "Not bad," he was forced to admit.
As the light engulfed him, he muttered, "Westphalia forever."
Then there was nothing.
You watch impassively as the lightning storm that was the Arc Cannon utterly destroyed the Pilum. One moment it was still floating, albeit barely. The next, a blinding flash, followed by what you swear was the crack of thunder slam into the frame.
For a moment, there was nothing.
Then the wreckage exploded.
You blink. You've never seen anything quite like it, a massive expanding cloud of fire and death reaching for the sky. Not even the wreckage left behind at Grand Coulee left anything quite like it. Yet there it was.
An undeniable symbol of today's victory.
The Arc Cannon's systems finally relented, venting heat and exhaust into the atmosphere around it. The haze surrounding the Foxhound as it turned around, the explosion now the backdrop to its final victory over the Westphalian, served to only enhance the strange image of a victorious champion.
"Well done, Sasaki," you say with a smile.
"We still have so much to do," Sasaki says, but you can still see the hint of a smile on her face.
"The Foxhound won!" Katarina cheers. "Don't be so down, Ma'am! This is a great moment!"
"And with it," you say, "I think we really are taking the first steps to a peaceful future."
Once again, the forces of peace reign victorious.
On wings of lightning and fire, we charge forth bearing the banners of justice!
Fight on! Never stop your struggle for our just and peaceful futures!
"Move," Warlord growled as he wrestled with the control sticks. All the while alarms whined in shrill tones as the onboard systems struggled desperately to bring the Pilum back to working status. "Move, damn you!"
He winced as another of those damnable electric rounds slammed into the windshield. The energies crackled violently, almost like a rising creature attempting to claw its way into the cockpit, before dissipating without incident.
"Blackbox recording, preparing for dead man's burst transmission," he said in an even voice. Despite the rage he felt earlier (and a part of him was regretting he broke his pipe), a serene sense of calm fell upon him. Even the pattering of gunfire slamming into his hull was starting to increase in intensity…and even starting to take more of his hull away from him.
Abruptly the HUD rebooted, and the claws immediately returned to his control. He could have done without the message it was bearing. More and more of the Pilum's readouts were showing up in blood red rather than the comforting green. More and more weapons options were dying out, the lights flickering slightly before simply fading to nothingness.
"All assets: inoperable."
The hull shuddered as the more numerous mechanical dogs, many of whom were perched on the burnt out husks of his troops, poured more and more fire into him. He knew for a fact that the engine rotor was not supposed to start changing in pitch like it was that very moment.
"Pilum status: nearing destruction."
Combat, Turn Eight
Even more of them began to surround him. Yet these ones did not concern him. "Nearing destruction," he said, the massive claws forming a cross guard in front of the hull, "but for the moment, operational." The rounds pinged harmlessly off of the claws, giving him a moment's respite from the thunderstorm of firepower threatening to engulf the seat of his power.
And then that damnable flying mech flew straight at him. The claws once again came out to challenge it, and what few machine guns were left began opening fire to discourage the damned red dog, however much they could.
They couldn't. He knew it, but the weapons couldn't.
"Defense Force assets: significant," he said, the cockpit shuddering with a massive jolt as he and the mech slammed into each other. Again and again, the mech rose to slam against him, only for him to ward him off with the claws. It would gain distance from him again before he could reach out and snap at him, only for him to circle around and do it again.
And he no longer had the firepower necessary to do anything about it.
"Analysis suggests this is a Defense Force fortress, possibly a production facility of some sort," he said as the mech hovered still for a moment. The turn of fortune was held there in stark contrast to each other; the Pilum still flew, but battered, bloody, sparking, and nearing collapse.
And the Union mechanical frame. Vibrant, aggressive, defiant.
Confident.
"The Earth Union is developing new models of war machines, including a model similar in intent to Valiant," he recorded. "Unsure of how much this recording will reach the Homeland, but situation is untenable. No retreat available, down to my last magazines." The missile lock on warning warbled again. "And the enemy is relentless."
The claws immediately snapped to life as he forced the engine forward, the great beast wounded, but deadly still. "Return to base is unlikely," he announced, tilting the gunship in ways saner men would consider dangerous. As the Bodkins air-to-air missiles scraped the hull and continued on harmlessly, he concluded, heedless of the fact that if he looked up he could see parts of the ground below him, "For the Great Cause, I die alone."
Sasaki stares at the abomination that was the Pilum as the claws continued to press the attack against Callaghan in that strange rapid pattern as before. Yet this time, Callaghan had its measure; strike was met for strike, and neither side was yet willing to give. Callaghan allowed a few blows to strike him in order to get closer, and despite the armor buckling and bending in areas, the K-Scale was proving its worth. Nothing got through.
Yet Sasaki wasn't staring at the fight. She was looking directly at the gunship, as if she'd seen something that was abruptly announcing itself. "What do you see?" you demand.
Combat, Turn Nine
"It has no intent to run," she says. "It has no intention to run, and is simply attempting to inflict as much damage as possible before its destruction."
"Can it do that?" Katarina asks fretfully.
"I do not plan to allow it the chance," Sasaki says coolly. Another round of the Charged Cannon slammed into the gunship like a thunderbolt, but something was simply preventing the charges from creeping into anything important. "But we have a chance to finish it. Right now."
You reach for the other sat-link. "Sam, Wilde, is it ready?" you ask. Sasaki turns to you with a brief look of confusion.
"Sam here! Finishing putting on the last touches of K-Class!" the perpetually cheerful scientist says over the radio. "Be with you in a sec!"
"Wilde here, Sir," the Engineer confirms. "Henry's just finished packing it up in the TMU pod. We're just about good to go!"
Turning back to Sasaki's confused look, you shrug. "I had faith in Callaghan," you say. "And you were going to need this sooner or later."
You can see her fighting down an embarrassed look over something that she overlooked completely. "Sir, I-"
"You were busy directing the battle," you assure her. You're still grinning a bit at her expense, but it doesn't go past that. "Don't worry. It's not the end of the world if your boss gets one last thing into place to help out."
Perhaps part of it is the sheer amount of energy being exuded by everyone. You aren't sure. You just know that when you started, everyone was determined, but uncertain of the future.
Now, despite the dangers, despite the casualties…everyone was confident. Everyone had this feeling that yes, their choices and the hard work invested into their work, could create something like the Beowulf that could win.
Perhaps the hammy acting was just an expression of that joy. You could live with that.
"Captain Sasaki," you say with as straight a face as you can manage. Your old friends at the academy would never let you live this down. Well, screw 'em. This is your show. "Launch the Spark Caliber."
"Understood!" You do not fail to see the simple smile on her face as you give that order. "Engineering! You have the order. Launch!"
Spark Caliber en route
Richard grinned. As the package was dropped by the passing TMU, he said, "Establishing connection with the Spark Caliber! The Arc Cannon will dispense Jupiter's Fury!"
Authorization Recognized. Engaging.
The laser guidance and the micro-cables immediately latched into the open chamber of the Arc Cannon, even as the massive weapon on his right shoulder righted itself to accept the new package. The MMI was already handling most of the calculations for him, but even as he landed onto the ground with a resounding crash, he paid no attention to the bracing clamps extending from the Foxhound's legs. He just knew to take a stable stance for this next part.
The HUD in the MMI immediately shifted as a circular targeting array focused on the wounded beast in front of him. "Hey, right back at you," Richard said. As an enormous swell of energy began to build at the barrel of the Arc Cannon, he realized he had no idea if the man on the other end could hear him. He didn't exactly care. But this had to be said. "You fought well. This'll be quick."
Jupiter's Fury ready. Thunderstrike loaded.
"Thunderstrike!" he roared. "Fire!"
He pulled the trigger.
Warlord knew the end was coming. The lightning storm just waiting to be unleashed in that damned cannon expanded quickly. He couldn't see anything but the oncoming rush of power screaming his way.
It was fine. He'd made his peace. And he'd heard the last words of the pilot.
Despite everything, he could only chuckle.
The chuckle expanded into a hearty laugh, even as the closer the round came. The online systems sputtered and shorted out from the sheer proximity of the energies raging at the miniature sun that was coming his way. "Not bad," he was forced to admit.
As the light engulfed him, he muttered, "Westphalia forever."
Then there was nothing.
You watch impassively as the lightning storm that was the Arc Cannon utterly destroyed the Pilum. One moment it was still floating, albeit barely. The next, a blinding flash, followed by what you swear was the crack of thunder slam into the frame.
For a moment, there was nothing.
Then the wreckage exploded.
You blink. You've never seen anything quite like it, a massive expanding cloud of fire and death reaching for the sky. Not even the wreckage left behind at Grand Coulee left anything quite like it. Yet there it was.
An undeniable symbol of today's victory.
The Arc Cannon's systems finally relented, venting heat and exhaust into the atmosphere around it. The haze surrounding the Foxhound as it turned around, the explosion now the backdrop to its final victory over the Westphalian, served to only enhance the strange image of a victorious champion.
"Well done, Sasaki," you say with a smile.
"We still have so much to do," Sasaki says, but you can still see the hint of a smile on her face.
"The Foxhound won!" Katarina cheers. "Don't be so down, Ma'am! This is a great moment!"
"And with it," you say, "I think we really are taking the first steps to a peaceful future."
Once again, the forces of peace reign victorious.
On wings of lightning and fire, we charge forth bearing the banners of justice!
Fight on! Never stop your struggle for our just and peaceful futures!
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...Give me thirty mikes.
- Location
- USA
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
But yeah, I just love the energy involved in this story, it's infectious!
It's exactly what a Super Robot story should be.
Anyway, tactically speaking, we revealed nothing that wasn't either public or a reasonable extrapolation of public data, and we blooded the second of the Beowulf's forms and proved it a viable design. We also bagged apparently a Not!Creed in the bargain, who hopefully has some kind of bounty that we can use to recoup some of our expenses.
Which, in fact, were pretty reasonable! 3 RP wasn't bad at all.
It's exactly what a Super Robot story should be.
Anyway, tactically speaking, we revealed nothing that wasn't either public or a reasonable extrapolation of public data, and we blooded the second of the Beowulf's forms and proved it a viable design. We also bagged apparently a Not!Creed in the bargain, who hopefully has some kind of bounty that we can use to recoup some of our expenses.
Which, in fact, were pretty reasonable! 3 RP wasn't bad at all.
DaLintyGuy: Shock and Awe
The Foxhound hit the ground with a resounding crash, the sound of a massive weight striking the earth. To an observer the force was enough to sunder small portions of the Combination's legs before the cloud of dust and singed plants could fully rise to obscure it's frame. However, to the pilot it was just automatic stabilization deploying in preparation for the main event.
The Westphalian gunship descended slowly. It was battered and limping, but like a prize fighter it held it's ground unwaveringly. It's hide may have been peeled back from shell and secondaries to show it's twisted and burnt internals and smoke trailed it like the cape of an Old World gunslinger and yet it's pilot spread it's twitching appendages once more.
There would be no surrender this day, only a conviction sealed with blood.
With a rising hum, the Arc Cannon deployed from it's travel mode. Rails smoothly telescoped outwards even as the forearm handle snapped out and the hand of a giant accepted it to further steady the nigh apocalyptic weapon. The main conductors lit up as the main lengths secured themselves against each other and the Foxhound began to scream as it's back mounted engines spun up to full power in the space of seconds to feed the sudden and insatiable hunger that had just been introduced to it's systems.
The red and gold mech stood there on the blasted field. On one shoulder was a brutal instrument of death. A fusion of unholy science liberated from it's mad master and the earnest hope of defenders. Around it were burning husks and the retreating forms of EUDF Soldiers who had been sent to secure the destroyed, lesser war machines that had attacked their home while their champion fought against the enemy master in the skies above their heads. A few desultory last shells pattered off of the Combination as it corrected it's aim.
And then, anarchy.
It was as if a newborn sun had descended on the field as a new sound made itself heard, shining forth from it's cage within the rails of the Combination's weapon. A bass rumble akin to a monstrous dog's growl, continuously reverberating as the Arc Cannon made itself ready to cast judgement at the interloper. As it had been created to do, there would be no mercy for the defeated. Only the fury of a long dead god.
When the Cannon fired it was a ravening shaft of lambent power. A pulsing line that connected the now grounded Combinable to it's target with power inconceivable so few months ago. An all consuming inferno that filled the gunship with actinic flare, eating into and through metal with the appetite of the starving.
In the face of Jupiter's Fury, nothing of the traitorous machine was spared. Ammunition and fuel rebelled at the energies pouring through the gunship's frame and added their voices to the destructive choir to send armor panels spinning like coins scattering across a floor. Their trails framed the descent of the main masses of the once proud and dangerous machine. But now, for it's trespass, it had been reduced to nothing.
The only sound left was the venting of the Combination's weapon as the pilot stared out at the devastation he had wrought.
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The Final Transmission was likely interrupted by the EMP of the impact though
Exactly
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- Location
- USA
@DaLintyGuy
Threadmarked. Great writeup!
@Alectai
Thanks! This has been a lot of fun to write.
Have to be off though. Any questions, ping me and I'll get to them in the morning!
Threadmarked. Great writeup!
@Alectai
Thanks! This has been a lot of fun to write.
Have to be off though. Any questions, ping me and I'll get to them in the morning!
I compared the Finisher description with what Red Flag uses to describe battles and found it... Lacking.
And so I fixed that.
But thanks for the compliment. Will probably put out another Thing here soon...
Thors_Alumni
Proud member of Thors Class VII from Liberl
- Location
- Liberl Zemuria.
I'm pretty sure that I am not the only one thinking it. We need to beef up our defenses so that the next enemy that attacks us will be detected further out and we have more time to prepare to meet them.
Pred1059
All you are is an empty muppet
- Location
- Home Sweet 192.168.1.1
I'll take it!
Yep. Just sore as heck at the moment. Taking it easy.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
Well, that fight was...
*puts on shades*
... enlightning.
Moving on, how do super robot support groups detect threats again?
High powered sensor grids?
Hearsay and detective work?
Old wives rumor networks?
*puts on shades*
... enlightning.
Moving on, how do super robot support groups detect threats again?
High powered sensor grids?
Hearsay and detective work?
Old wives rumor networks?
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
It mostly depends on the show, but a lot of times either the bad guys come to them or they have a sensor grid of some sort.
SoixanteZio
Dead man walking
- Location
- anywhere
Eh. They would have known that we had Transformers for a while now. The Jackals having been made public almost as soon as they were made.
An Ace Custom Combiner though...
Negaverse: I thought we were fighting a crappier version of the Gundam Earth Federation, where did this Super Robot bullshit come from!?
To be honest? A quest where you play as the kaiju scientist would be pretty cool, as your "upgrades" and research would be predominantly garnered from combat data and what few defections you could make sure of.
Granted, the original idea came from the Nega-UN in the earlier Vs The World threads...
Granted, the original idea came from the Nega-UN in the earlier Vs The World threads...