Guess we will wait and see to find out.
Super Robot Wars æ: Martian Mecha Mega-Crossover
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Intermission 3, part 2: Current Events
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[X] Plan: The Devil You Know
-[X] Get to Know Theletos, part 2
-[X] Top Gunnery
-[X] The Slumbering Behemoth
-[X] Current Events
Bay Tower Base, September 16, NCE 0122
ENGINEERING CHECK (DC 7): Roll 3 + 1 (Lilia) + 2 (Leo Shishioh) = FAILURE.
Leo Shishioh
Probably not going to collect eight Robot Masters and hold the world hostage
"Well, I can tell you one thing," Dr. Shishioh says as he hovers around Theletos on those impossible rocket boots of his. "It's not generating any power."
"...what do you mean?" you ask the odd, sprite-like scientist. "It's doing nothing but generating power. I can't run it out of juice if I try."
"Ah, no, Miss Lilia. You see, what it's doing is drawing power. It has a drive system, but no generator. Confound it if I can tell where it's drawing from, but it's not an onboard reactor."
You look carefully at Theletos. Weird lines and mysteries aside, it looks unassuming, like any off-brand mobile suit from the past century. Maybe a little cooler than Gjallarhorn's designs, but still. Yet this machine is, despite all appearances, impossible.
"Who are you, old man..."
"Careful with the 'old man', miss," Dr. Shishioh suggests jovially. "At any rate, my working theory is that your machine here is drawing power from Super-Dimensional Space, but I can't figure out how or who could even build such a thing. Even the G-Stone has an obvious physical mechanism to it, and we barely understand that."
"I'm gonna need you to define a couple terms there, doc. Like, most of them."
Dr. Shishioh nods, and swoops down to hover about two feet above the floor, putting his eyes even with yours. You wonder about this - you met his son Gai, briefly, after he was treated for combat injuries, and that guy's equally twice his father's height. Even if he's a full-body replacement cyborg, you've got to wonder...
"Wellll, the G-Stone is mostly classified. Suffice to say it's alien overtechnology that interacts very interestingly with heightened emotional states. As for Super-Dimensional Space, I should think it's self-explanatory, my dear! It's dimensions beyond the four we normally experience as human beings, and moving objects through it is all kinds of useful! In theory, anyway. We can just about twist a space out of it with the Dividing Driver, but that's as far as we've managed practical applications here. I heard the Union developed a Cross-Dimensional Radar for finding more alien bits and pieces on the same principles, though..."
You nod along, understanding nothing. "So, you're guessing."
"An educated guess, thank you," Shishioh responds, "...but yes. I can tell you who can tell you more, though. An old colleague of mine is all about these esoteric energy sources..."
He flits over to a desk, and returns with an honest-to-God paper business card that looks about as old as he does.
"'Juuzo Kabuto?'" you read.
"Yes, yes. Genius roboticist, retired years ago. He's a bit off the grid, but you should be able to find him lurking somewhere around Atami. If you want answers about unknown energy phenomena, it's him or Saotome. And uh...maybe try to avoid talking to Saotome for too long," he says. "I think whatever's going on with his brain might be contagious..."
Tokyo, September 20, NCE 0122
Between all the messes you've gotten into, and the Asuka needing to stay in Yokohama to finish outfitting Skull Squadron's replacement planes, you've earned half a week of furlough, which you've used productively with your ear to the ground of the crossroads of the West Pacific.
Or rather, the Crossroad. What started off as a readthrough of JNN's online archives for interesting political news turned a bit more productive when you started paying attention to the bylines. In particular, almost every useful article relating to Union politics until about a month ago had either a primary or secondary contributor named Kinue Crossroad, and in the last month, her name had popped up on everything that news organization had related to Celestial Being. It was a simple matter agreeing to an "exclusive interview" about your encounter with a Gundam at Mayan, and even simpler taking payment in the form of publicly available, but conveniently condensed and contextualized, information.
Kinue Crossroad
Rosebud
And some nice coffee. When Tokyo isn't being threatened by giant monsters, the outdoor cafés are lovely.
"Well, to answer your first question," Kinue says, turning off her voice recorder now that your report on Mayan is done, "Togonosuke Makanai's been out for months now. Got no-confidenced almost the instant Mars fell to the Jovians, in fact, although it being the Union council rather than a national legislature meant it took a bit for the vote to go through."
"That's...a problem," you say. "Who's secretary-general of the Union, then?"
"Vacant seat," she replies. "Like I said, things move slowly at the international level. I can tell you who it will be though. Henri Fleurs, cranky old lady from Quebec, and an election war chest the size of a space colony."
You raise an eyebrow at that.
"Gjallarhorn money," Kinue clarifies. "Between the Jovians and Celestial Being, Earth's political climate is turning against Gjallarhorn and toward cooperation amongst the superpowers, and the Seven Stars are going to do whatever they can to keep the system in place, including putting in outright puppets. It would be front-page news if it weren't for all of the other horrible things happening."
"Tch. Figures they're wasting all their money on politics while Mars gets conquered by aliens. What about that colony those space pirates took over?" you ask. "They care about that yet?"
Kinue shakes her head. "No. In fact, we've been asked to sit on a particular detail - the 'space pirates' are a private militia organized by one of the Gjallarhorn Seven Stars, Meitzer Ronah."
"What?" you ask, gasping as what had previously been sarcastic speculation on your part was casually confirmed.
She nods. "They've declared themselves a new state - 'Cosmo Babylonia', a 'moral aristocracy' run by Ronah, his son-in-law, and his grandchildren. If Celestial Being wasn't taking up all my time I'd love to profile these guys and see if they're going to start another Calamity War."
"Probably not, if the other Seven Star families are on board," you gripe. "They'll just do as they please up there."
Kinue leans in. "Is that your expert opinion as a Martian...expatriate, Miss Lilia?"
"If you're trying to bait me into something, I already gave you your interview," you say flatly.
"I can keep everything anonymous, but I did do some research on how and when you arrived, and--" she cuts herself off, her phone buzzing.
"Well, I'll let you off the hook, I guess," Kinue says, standing up. "Sounds like my brother's work had some kind of emergency. I'm not taking any chances when construction equipment can change into robot monsters on a bad day."
You nod, and offer a handshake. "Your brother's in construction?"
"An internship. He wants to work on space elevators when he finishes school," she says.
"Well, best of luck to him and whatever's going on with his work. Been a pleasure meeting you, Kinue."
"Been a pleasure interviewing someone even a little bit honest. Look me up if you want to trade information again."
With that out of the way, you start to mull over how you're going to get this information to Tekkadan and Kudelia as you walk slowly down Tokyo's streets back toward the train station. It's a tricky situation, and a lot worse than your initial planning had accounted for.
You'd like to say, later, that that's what distracted you. Why the instincts that had saved you so many times before could fail you in the middle of a crowded city. It's not really, though. It was catching eye contact with pair of eyes that shouldn't have been there.
??????
Strange blue-haired women standing in city streets distributing mysterious stares are no basis for a system of inciting incidents
You don't have time to think of who the out-of-place looking woman is, or why, exactly, those purple eyes shouldn't have been there, before an attack comes. Someone has walked up to you, put a taser in your back, and triggered it before you can even register the invasion of personal space. It's a smooth, broad daylight kidnapping that you'd appreciate the slickness of if you weren't now unconscious.
-[X] Top Gunnery
-[X] The Slumbering Behemoth
Bay Tower Base, September 16, NCE 0122
ENGINEERING CHECK (DC 7): Roll 3 + 1 (Lilia) + 2 (Leo Shishioh) = FAILURE.
Leo Shishioh
Probably not going to collect eight Robot Masters and hold the world hostage
"Well, I can tell you one thing," Dr. Shishioh says as he hovers around Theletos on those impossible rocket boots of his. "It's not generating any power."
"...what do you mean?" you ask the odd, sprite-like scientist. "It's doing nothing but generating power. I can't run it out of juice if I try."
"Ah, no, Miss Lilia. You see, what it's doing is drawing power. It has a drive system, but no generator. Confound it if I can tell where it's drawing from, but it's not an onboard reactor."
You look carefully at Theletos. Weird lines and mysteries aside, it looks unassuming, like any off-brand mobile suit from the past century. Maybe a little cooler than Gjallarhorn's designs, but still. Yet this machine is, despite all appearances, impossible.
"Who are you, old man..."
"Careful with the 'old man', miss," Dr. Shishioh suggests jovially. "At any rate, my working theory is that your machine here is drawing power from Super-Dimensional Space, but I can't figure out how or who could even build such a thing. Even the G-Stone has an obvious physical mechanism to it, and we barely understand that."
"I'm gonna need you to define a couple terms there, doc. Like, most of them."
Dr. Shishioh nods, and swoops down to hover about two feet above the floor, putting his eyes even with yours. You wonder about this - you met his son Gai, briefly, after he was treated for combat injuries, and that guy's equally twice his father's height. Even if he's a full-body replacement cyborg, you've got to wonder...
"Wellll, the G-Stone is mostly classified. Suffice to say it's alien overtechnology that interacts very interestingly with heightened emotional states. As for Super-Dimensional Space, I should think it's self-explanatory, my dear! It's dimensions beyond the four we normally experience as human beings, and moving objects through it is all kinds of useful! In theory, anyway. We can just about twist a space out of it with the Dividing Driver, but that's as far as we've managed practical applications here. I heard the Union developed a Cross-Dimensional Radar for finding more alien bits and pieces on the same principles, though..."
You nod along, understanding nothing. "So, you're guessing."
"An educated guess, thank you," Shishioh responds, "...but yes. I can tell you who can tell you more, though. An old colleague of mine is all about these esoteric energy sources..."
He flits over to a desk, and returns with an honest-to-God paper business card that looks about as old as he does.
"'Juuzo Kabuto?'" you read.
"Yes, yes. Genius roboticist, retired years ago. He's a bit off the grid, but you should be able to find him lurking somewhere around Atami. If you want answers about unknown energy phenomena, it's him or Saotome. And uh...maybe try to avoid talking to Saotome for too long," he says. "I think whatever's going on with his brain might be contagious..."
Tokyo, September 20, NCE 0122
Between all the messes you've gotten into, and the Asuka needing to stay in Yokohama to finish outfitting Skull Squadron's replacement planes, you've earned half a week of furlough, which you've used productively with your ear to the ground of the crossroads of the West Pacific.
Or rather, the Crossroad. What started off as a readthrough of JNN's online archives for interesting political news turned a bit more productive when you started paying attention to the bylines. In particular, almost every useful article relating to Union politics until about a month ago had either a primary or secondary contributor named Kinue Crossroad, and in the last month, her name had popped up on everything that news organization had related to Celestial Being. It was a simple matter agreeing to an "exclusive interview" about your encounter with a Gundam at Mayan, and even simpler taking payment in the form of publicly available, but conveniently condensed and contextualized, information.
Kinue Crossroad
Rosebud
And some nice coffee. When Tokyo isn't being threatened by giant monsters, the outdoor cafés are lovely.
"Well, to answer your first question," Kinue says, turning off her voice recorder now that your report on Mayan is done, "Togonosuke Makanai's been out for months now. Got no-confidenced almost the instant Mars fell to the Jovians, in fact, although it being the Union council rather than a national legislature meant it took a bit for the vote to go through."
"That's...a problem," you say. "Who's secretary-general of the Union, then?"
"Vacant seat," she replies. "Like I said, things move slowly at the international level. I can tell you who it will be though. Henri Fleurs, cranky old lady from Quebec, and an election war chest the size of a space colony."
You raise an eyebrow at that.
"Gjallarhorn money," Kinue clarifies. "Between the Jovians and Celestial Being, Earth's political climate is turning against Gjallarhorn and toward cooperation amongst the superpowers, and the Seven Stars are going to do whatever they can to keep the system in place, including putting in outright puppets. It would be front-page news if it weren't for all of the other horrible things happening."
"Tch. Figures they're wasting all their money on politics while Mars gets conquered by aliens. What about that colony those space pirates took over?" you ask. "They care about that yet?"
Kinue shakes her head. "No. In fact, we've been asked to sit on a particular detail - the 'space pirates' are a private militia organized by one of the Gjallarhorn Seven Stars, Meitzer Ronah."
"What?" you ask, gasping as what had previously been sarcastic speculation on your part was casually confirmed.
She nods. "They've declared themselves a new state - 'Cosmo Babylonia', a 'moral aristocracy' run by Ronah, his son-in-law, and his grandchildren. If Celestial Being wasn't taking up all my time I'd love to profile these guys and see if they're going to start another Calamity War."
"Probably not, if the other Seven Star families are on board," you gripe. "They'll just do as they please up there."
Kinue leans in. "Is that your expert opinion as a Martian...expatriate, Miss Lilia?"
"If you're trying to bait me into something, I already gave you your interview," you say flatly.
"I can keep everything anonymous, but I did do some research on how and when you arrived, and--" she cuts herself off, her phone buzzing.
"Well, I'll let you off the hook, I guess," Kinue says, standing up. "Sounds like my brother's work had some kind of emergency. I'm not taking any chances when construction equipment can change into robot monsters on a bad day."
You nod, and offer a handshake. "Your brother's in construction?"
"An internship. He wants to work on space elevators when he finishes school," she says.
"Well, best of luck to him and whatever's going on with his work. Been a pleasure meeting you, Kinue."
"Been a pleasure interviewing someone even a little bit honest. Look me up if you want to trade information again."
With that out of the way, you start to mull over how you're going to get this information to Tekkadan and Kudelia as you walk slowly down Tokyo's streets back toward the train station. It's a tricky situation, and a lot worse than your initial planning had accounted for.
You'd like to say, later, that that's what distracted you. Why the instincts that had saved you so many times before could fail you in the middle of a crowded city. It's not really, though. It was catching eye contact with pair of eyes that shouldn't have been there.
??????
Strange blue-haired women standing in city streets distributing mysterious stares are no basis for a system of inciting incidents
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Welp, that's not good.
Do we have a biomonitor or anything that would alert either Roy Fokker or Lee Fowler? I guess not.
Also, lmao at Saotome being acknowledged as batshit crazy, and looking forward to the interaction with Juuzo Kabuto. Photon Power Labs, ho!
Do we have a biomonitor or anything that would alert either Roy Fokker or Lee Fowler? I guess not.
Also, lmao at Saotome being acknowledged as batshit crazy, and looking forward to the interaction with Juuzo Kabuto. Photon Power Labs, ho!
It's a Tuesday for Tokyo when it comes to giant monsters. And how quickly they rebuild themselves back on their feet and return to business as usual.
Somewhere, Rustal Elion is plotting a way to ensure all of Gjallarhorn's enemies are discredited and brought down from grace while building up his forces with Dainslefs to be equipped and ready to wipe them out.
In the future, Celestial Being is gonna commit an armed intervention on Cosmo Babylonia and it's gonna be priceless like how Taribia thought Celestial Being is gonna attack the arriving Union military forces for them but the Gundams attacked the Taribians instead.
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"I don't understand. We have the same initials, they should be on our side."
-One of Berah's loser cousins probably
NHO
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Kabuto is also insane, but in his own way.
Also, do all mad robot scientists know where each other secret lab is located?
I think kidnapping is made by our martian comrades, on basis of weird hunch.
Also, do all mad robot scientists know where each other secret lab is located?
I think kidnapping is made by our martian comrades, on basis of weird hunch.
That sounds like another perfect place for Celestial Being Intervention!
"Blame this on the misfortune of your birth, Cosmo Babylonia." - Celestial Being probably
Indeed and it will land another blow to Gjallarhorn's reputation in front of everyone laughing at them. Rustal is gonna be saltier than the Dead Sea itself.
I think Rustal is going to find that some of the people he is going to be playing chess slash Geopolitics with are not going to be as easy as Tekadan was and that those boys are going to have some more friends this time. Him and Lok and the rest of their pals and going to find out they aren't even close to the smartest bad guys involved in the game and some of them will laugh at his Dainslefs.
Well the Colony has already been taken over so we know F91's plot is under way although who is actually fighting the Cosmo Babylonia forces if Gjallarhorn is giving it's tacit support and looking the other way is up in the Air. Although seeing suits like the F91 face off with the Double 00 suits will be interesting.
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True, Rustal and his cronies are gonna put up a fight even when the odds are against them and it will be amusing to see.
It might probably be McGillis taking the field to build up some rapport and doing his warm up to live up to his aspirations to eventually claim Gundam Bael, the mobile suit of Agnika Kaieru and the symbol of Gjallarhorn.
They have the same tastes in bases clearly
Imagine the funding, repairs & maintenance and supplies needed to maintain those bases for mad robot scientists.
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I just wanted to let y'all know that my brain is currently in the state of "I have a mostly complete post for AE, I should bang that out and post it tonight" only to realize that I already did that a week and a half ago and that was the preceding update.
The quest will continue apace, but damn. I gotta get more sleep or something.
The quest will continue apace, but damn. I gotta get more sleep or something.
Intermission 3, Special Interlude: Down By The River
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??????
You awaken by a river. At least, you think so - you're staring up at the stars again, but this time, you hear the distinct soft sussuration of a slowly flowing river. It's oddly familiar, considering you can't remember the last time you were near a natural body of water that wasn't Earth's oceans. Your other senses come to you one by one - the scent of a field of flowers. Lavender, maybe? You're not a horticulturalist. The feel of grass under your back, not scratchy or scrubby, but soft like a blanket. And behind your head...
Your vision briefly flickers away from the stars and toward a movement in your peripheral vision, but you realize that it's someone gently stroking your hair. And also, awkwardly late, that you've awoken with your head resting gently in someone's lap. You should be more confused by the incongruity of this than you are - fearful, even - but the sense of familiarity, of gentleness, of...nostalgia is such that you can't bring yourself to worry about things like logic and danger.
"You've been having some problems, haven't you?" a gentle, girlish voice says from above you, just out of sight.
"All my life," you admit. Lack of fear response is one thing, but nothing is going to escape your curiosity. Moving your actual head is far too difficult, but you can at least flick your eyes up to try and see your conversational partner and lap pillow donor.
Blue hair. You can't see her face, but you suspect you know what it looks like.
Said blue hair bobs as she nods. "I'm really sorry. I'm still trying to figure out what happened, but...well, it'd take too long to explain what I've been doing. I shouldn't have shown up this early, but I just had to make sure you were okay."
You have a lot of concerns here, but one pressing one. "I think I've been kidnapped. You wouldn't have kidnapped me, would you?"
She laughs, a pure, joyful sound like a crystal wind chime. "No, that's...well, I guess it is pretty suspicious, huh? But I promise, I'd never hurt you."
Her hands quietly run through your bangs again, finding the faint scarring between your eyebrows that you picked up in your flight from Mars.
"Yao wasn't so gentle, but...well, he has his nature, and I have mine. I'm here to help, even if you don't remember me yet."
You feel yourself stir. Or rather, you feel your body stir. It clicks into your brain that this is a dream - a lucid one, now, and you're about to wake up. You have a few seconds - enough to ask your blue-haired interlocutor a single question.
[ ] "Who is Yao?"
[ ] "Who are you?"
[ ] "Who am I?"
Turns out I did have the muse for one scene, actually, and it should probably be its own update.
You awaken by a river. At least, you think so - you're staring up at the stars again, but this time, you hear the distinct soft sussuration of a slowly flowing river. It's oddly familiar, considering you can't remember the last time you were near a natural body of water that wasn't Earth's oceans. Your other senses come to you one by one - the scent of a field of flowers. Lavender, maybe? You're not a horticulturalist. The feel of grass under your back, not scratchy or scrubby, but soft like a blanket. And behind your head...
Your vision briefly flickers away from the stars and toward a movement in your peripheral vision, but you realize that it's someone gently stroking your hair. And also, awkwardly late, that you've awoken with your head resting gently in someone's lap. You should be more confused by the incongruity of this than you are - fearful, even - but the sense of familiarity, of gentleness, of...nostalgia is such that you can't bring yourself to worry about things like logic and danger.
"You've been having some problems, haven't you?" a gentle, girlish voice says from above you, just out of sight.
"All my life," you admit. Lack of fear response is one thing, but nothing is going to escape your curiosity. Moving your actual head is far too difficult, but you can at least flick your eyes up to try and see your conversational partner and lap pillow donor.
Blue hair. You can't see her face, but you suspect you know what it looks like.
Said blue hair bobs as she nods. "I'm really sorry. I'm still trying to figure out what happened, but...well, it'd take too long to explain what I've been doing. I shouldn't have shown up this early, but I just had to make sure you were okay."
You have a lot of concerns here, but one pressing one. "I think I've been kidnapped. You wouldn't have kidnapped me, would you?"
She laughs, a pure, joyful sound like a crystal wind chime. "No, that's...well, I guess it is pretty suspicious, huh? But I promise, I'd never hurt you."
Her hands quietly run through your bangs again, finding the faint scarring between your eyebrows that you picked up in your flight from Mars.
"Yao wasn't so gentle, but...well, he has his nature, and I have mine. I'm here to help, even if you don't remember me yet."
You feel yourself stir. Or rather, you feel your body stir. It clicks into your brain that this is a dream - a lucid one, now, and you're about to wake up. You have a few seconds - enough to ask your blue-haired interlocutor a single question.
[ ] "Who is Yao?"
[ ] "Who are you?"
[ ] "Who am I?"
Turns out I did have the muse for one scene, actually, and it should probably be its own update.
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[X] "Who are you?"
This seems like the natural question to ask.
This seems like the natural question to ask.
[X] "Who are you?"
Manners maketh man.
Manners maketh man.
[X] "Who are you?"
[X] "Who are you?"
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
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[X] "Who are you?"
[X] "Who are you?"
Believe me sleep is not something you can go with out for long with out some nasty consequences if you are unlucky.
[X] "Who are you?"