We Stand Against the Stars (Gundam/Macross)
- Thread starter manofjay
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You can choose two options for this time.
- Location
- USA
[x] Dinner with the devil
[x] Our Salvation
[x] Our Salvation
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
[X] The Red Comet's Dilemma
[X] Supervision
[X] Supervision
- Location
- Tarn-Vedra
[X] The Red Comet's Dilemma
[X] Supervision
[X] Supervision
KnightDisciple
Love God. Do Right. Fear No Man.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
[X] Throne of the Gods
[x] Our Salvation
[x] Our Salvation
- Location
- Back in Cali
Maybe but aside from trying to get some information on the supervision army or their enemies can't really take a guess on what most of the others actually are. Aside from the obvious Char one.
- Location
- Back in Cali
[X] Supervision
The Red Comet's Dilemma
- Location
- USA
UC 0079.07.04 Side 5-New Jalpur: AWOL Bar & Grill
Casval wasn't sure of what he should do, he had based his whole life on the thought that he would have to kill Zabi family. Get revenge for his father, at the cost his best friend? Thinking about it now, without the haze of hate that seem to have been lifted out of his mind, it seemed so foolish. What would he have done if he had succeeded? Fight the whole Federation with what was left of Zeon? What about the Zabi's supporters? Would he have fought them as well? And what about Mineva, did really have it his heart to kill an innocent child? He might have and the thought makes him sick.
"Another whisky please."
"Don't you think you've had enough?"
The waitress was a pretty young thing, willowy but not too thin. With pleasingly dark skin, like most of the citizens of New Jalpur. When the Federation "sent" a third of India in to space this is were most of them ended up.
"I fine, trust me. If I was drunk I'd be spilling state secrets."
The waitress simply rolled her eyes (her name was Devi) and said, "only one more," and went to get his drink. This was a soldier's bar, Federation and Zeon (although it was mostly empty to night), so she'd probably heard that one before. There was actually a recruiting station for both the Federal Space Navy and the Zeonic Space Force just down the street from the bar and right across from each other. Both of them were rather relaxed people and would often jokingly goad each other into proving which was best. The was also a man from the Flanagan Institute offering a sign on bonus to any civilian volunteers, he was a slimy asshole.
"Hey, I think I recognize you..." Well he'd been staring off in to nothing (very different from staring off into space) Devi had come back with his drink, it seems she was a fan and had recognized him. He began to search for a pen to sign something with when.. "Your Johnny Ridden, right?" Casval visibly shrank into his seat, "Guess not, this one on the house."
He started on his drink as he thought on his other problems, to top off everything else.....
"Char?" Garma had a troubled expression on his face,
"What is it my friend?"
"I don't think I'm allowed to tell you this but....."
A damn alien invasion! Right out of a late night special! Even if he came to a decision on what to do about the Zabis, he would still have to fight a damned alien invasion! As he sighed he he saw the slimeball from Flanagan come in and make his way to the bar and order a drink. Drinking on the job, I think a long talk with your boss is in order. However far more interesting was who came in mere moments after, a young Indian woman, no, more likely a girl, with a face covered in equal parts worry and determination. "Please reconsider!"
If she's talking about what i think she is, a long talk isn't the only think you'll be getting.
Fortunately for the scum in question, she was talking about the slimeball's actual job, signing on civilian contractors. Only she was apparently too young. "Sorry sweetheart, rules are rules. But....." The smile on his face became something sicking, "I get off work in an hour, we can 'discuss' signing you on in more detail. I might even change my mind."
Forget the long talk, when the fucker left the bar Casval was gonna break his fucking kneecaps. To the girl's credit she didn't even flinch when the creep ran his hand along her face, at least until he tried to caress her lips with his thumb. She opened her mouth wide and bit.
"Gah! Bitch! That was my fucking thumb, I'll get you for that!"
The girl looked incredibly pleased with herself, the waitress seemed to have enough of the creep and told him to get lost.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll call the cops and tell them you tried to solicit sex from a minor."
The human form of living garbage actually had the audacity to laugh, "who do you think they're gonna a believe, a respected researcher or some Indian barfly."
The sound of a shell being racked into a firing chamber filled the room. The bartender and owner, a six foot-seven wall of muscle, had taken his shotgun out from under the bar and leveled it at the creep. "The lady said leave."
"Fine, fine. I'll leave," his face twisted into an ugly smile again, and in one smooth motion, draws a knife from his and levels it to the girls neck, "but not without the girl." For the first time that night the girl looked afraid, "Drop the gun old man, or you'll be cleaning blood out of your floors."
The bartender looked to the gun and girl several times well a Federation Officer, who'd spent most of the night slouched over a table, made a heroic effort to stand but fell flat on her face. The bartender finally sucked in a breath and laid the shotgun on the counter.
"That's what I thought, now all of you will-" and then with a flying leap and a cry of "Comet Kick!" Commander Char Aznable came crashing foot first into the living testament to the failure of Darwinism.
Maybe I am a little drunk. Casval thought to himself before stepping, hard, onto man's hand. Taking great satisfaction in the crunch it made. It was just a shame the first kick had knocked him clean out.
"Sorry I took so long, I didn't think it wou-" Casval was interrupted by the small girl slamming into him and wrapping her arms around his waist, with multiple cries of 'thank you! thank you'.
"Just er- doing my job."
"Hey! Your Char, the 'Red Comet', right!"
Casval rubbed the back of his neck, "You got me, but you have me a disadvantage miss?"
"Lalah, Lalah Sun. Thank you again, you really are a hero Mr. Char!"
Casv- Char smiled, reclaiming his father's legacy could wait, it seems there are people who still need Char Aznable.
"If your still interested I can get you into the Institute, with triple the sign on bonus even!"
"Really?!"
"Of course."
"Hey not to sound ungrateful or anything," the barman began, "but I do need you two to stay until the cops get here."
"Ah, sure."
At some point wile waiting for the police Lalah had seen fit to hold his hand.
It felt right.
(Holy crap, this really got away from me, expect Supervision tomorrow as this took way more out of me than I thought it would. See you all then.)
(Edit: Fixed the date)
Casval wasn't sure of what he should do, he had based his whole life on the thought that he would have to kill Zabi family. Get revenge for his father, at the cost his best friend? Thinking about it now, without the haze of hate that seem to have been lifted out of his mind, it seemed so foolish. What would he have done if he had succeeded? Fight the whole Federation with what was left of Zeon? What about the Zabi's supporters? Would he have fought them as well? And what about Mineva, did really have it his heart to kill an innocent child? He might have and the thought makes him sick.
"Another whisky please."
"Don't you think you've had enough?"
The waitress was a pretty young thing, willowy but not too thin. With pleasingly dark skin, like most of the citizens of New Jalpur. When the Federation "sent" a third of India in to space this is were most of them ended up.
"I fine, trust me. If I was drunk I'd be spilling state secrets."
The waitress simply rolled her eyes (her name was Devi) and said, "only one more," and went to get his drink. This was a soldier's bar, Federation and Zeon (although it was mostly empty to night), so she'd probably heard that one before. There was actually a recruiting station for both the Federal Space Navy and the Zeonic Space Force just down the street from the bar and right across from each other. Both of them were rather relaxed people and would often jokingly goad each other into proving which was best. The was also a man from the Flanagan Institute offering a sign on bonus to any civilian volunteers, he was a slimy asshole.
"Hey, I think I recognize you..." Well he'd been staring off in to nothing (very different from staring off into space) Devi had come back with his drink, it seems she was a fan and had recognized him. He began to search for a pen to sign something with when.. "Your Johnny Ridden, right?" Casval visibly shrank into his seat, "Guess not, this one on the house."
He started on his drink as he thought on his other problems, to top off everything else.....
"Char?" Garma had a troubled expression on his face,
"What is it my friend?"
"I don't think I'm allowed to tell you this but....."
A damn alien invasion! Right out of a late night special! Even if he came to a decision on what to do about the Zabis, he would still have to fight a damned alien invasion! As he sighed he he saw the slimeball from Flanagan come in and make his way to the bar and order a drink. Drinking on the job, I think a long talk with your boss is in order. However far more interesting was who came in mere moments after, a young Indian woman, no, more likely a girl, with a face covered in equal parts worry and determination. "Please reconsider!"
If she's talking about what i think she is, a long talk isn't the only think you'll be getting.
Fortunately for the scum in question, she was talking about the slimeball's actual job, signing on civilian contractors. Only she was apparently too young. "Sorry sweetheart, rules are rules. But....." The smile on his face became something sicking, "I get off work in an hour, we can 'discuss' signing you on in more detail. I might even change my mind."
Forget the long talk, when the fucker left the bar Casval was gonna break his fucking kneecaps. To the girl's credit she didn't even flinch when the creep ran his hand along her face, at least until he tried to caress her lips with his thumb. She opened her mouth wide and bit.
"Gah! Bitch! That was my fucking thumb, I'll get you for that!"
The girl looked incredibly pleased with herself, the waitress seemed to have enough of the creep and told him to get lost.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll call the cops and tell them you tried to solicit sex from a minor."
The human form of living garbage actually had the audacity to laugh, "who do you think they're gonna a believe, a respected researcher or some Indian barfly."
The sound of a shell being racked into a firing chamber filled the room. The bartender and owner, a six foot-seven wall of muscle, had taken his shotgun out from under the bar and leveled it at the creep. "The lady said leave."
"Fine, fine. I'll leave," his face twisted into an ugly smile again, and in one smooth motion, draws a knife from his and levels it to the girls neck, "but not without the girl." For the first time that night the girl looked afraid, "Drop the gun old man, or you'll be cleaning blood out of your floors."
The bartender looked to the gun and girl several times well a Federation Officer, who'd spent most of the night slouched over a table, made a heroic effort to stand but fell flat on her face. The bartender finally sucked in a breath and laid the shotgun on the counter.
"That's what I thought, now all of you will-" and then with a flying leap and a cry of "Comet Kick!" Commander Char Aznable came crashing foot first into the living testament to the failure of Darwinism.
Maybe I am a little drunk. Casval thought to himself before stepping, hard, onto man's hand. Taking great satisfaction in the crunch it made. It was just a shame the first kick had knocked him clean out.
"Sorry I took so long, I didn't think it wou-" Casval was interrupted by the small girl slamming into him and wrapping her arms around his waist, with multiple cries of 'thank you! thank you'.
"Just er- doing my job."
"Hey! Your Char, the 'Red Comet', right!"
Casval rubbed the back of his neck, "You got me, but you have me a disadvantage miss?"
"Lalah, Lalah Sun. Thank you again, you really are a hero Mr. Char!"
Casv- Char smiled, reclaiming his father's legacy could wait, it seems there are people who still need Char Aznable.
"If your still interested I can get you into the Institute, with triple the sign on bonus even!"
"Really?!"
"Of course."
"Hey not to sound ungrateful or anything," the barman began, "but I do need you two to stay until the cops get here."
"Ah, sure."
At some point wile waiting for the police Lalah had seen fit to hold his hand.
It felt right.
(Holy crap, this really got away from me, expect Supervision tomorrow as this took way more out of me than I thought it would. See you all then.)
(Edit: Fixed the date)
"I didn't think you were one for picking up strays Char."
"Shut up Garma."
"Shut up Garma."
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Funny with Char being mistaken for Johnny instead of the other way around. But this just makes it even more of a problem that we have a clone of Lalah Sun when she is a civilian that isn't even with the institute until just now. I think you are going to have to change it or it will not line up or make any kind of consistent sense.
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It might help if I had put the right date on the update and explain that Dr. Moses has been working with TZ for a while.
Edit: fixed
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So they grew a clone in less than a few months? Also why would Dr. Moses be working for TZ he didn't care about the war only his research getting funding and with both the Federation and Zeon pouring funding and sharing what they have on Newtypes there is no reason he would work for a bunch of wack jobs like TZ.
Because Zeon was going to try him from unethical research by the Exam system, and/or for getting one of their Newtypes killed depending on your opinion on Zeon.
Also while I cannot recall how widespread the technology has gotten, but Macross cloning technology is pretty crazy.
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Because dr. Moses is a wack job, with a hate on for newtypes. He figured out that the ethics committees of the federation and zeon might take issue with some of his future plans.
Edit: ninja, and I also know that the EXAM was mostly an accident. His end goal is still making newtypes obsolete, by any means necessary.
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The cloning tech wasn't available until a very short time ago and the clone showed up before that tech was research so unless the made her in a single month there is no logical way for her to be a clone of Lalah Sun. This is why I brought it up the first time she said she was a clone it doesn't work.
Whoops mixed the two guys up but Moses wasn't doing anything with the institute and he was a separate branch so he would not have had access to her to get DNA samples. He was also imprisoned and broken out only after the clone was already a thing. His hate was also only a thing because he got scared by a very young no experienced pilot doing good on a test fight. Something that even if it still happened wouldn't have allowed him to make a clone.
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He was not the one who made the clone, he's just were they got the DNA from