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[|> On the Surface of Cera || An Intervention with the Team <|] "Its fine." Jameson then stares off towards the distance and sighed. As he then glanced onto the team and reassured him. "I'm more than patient, and understanding, he almost acts based on whatever experienced he endured, thus me and Maverick are able to assess that the situation isn't as offensive as one may think." He looked at Liam and said. "It only motivates us more to prove ourselves to you then." [|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

[|> On the Surface of Cera || An Intervention with the Team <|] Between a mortal man and a god. An impasse of sorts has been silently agreed upon as Jameson courtly nods to the golden warrior's warning. However, he'd add. "We are under your care then." Likewise, after that, he'd look around for anymore questions or interactions to begin with after the custodes has given his warning that he and Maverick will be watched upon with lidless eyes. He expected it as much as he is a newcomer. Such treatment is already expected on his part. [|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

[|> On the Surface of Cera || An Intervention with the Team <|] Now from all the people that could walk towards him, it was the gold-cladded superwarrior. He could definitely tell from the authentic voice beneath the speakers or vox. That he was human inside. No matter what augmentation or manipulation it held inside. It was a human, and that human? Jameson didn't know much, but his presence alone gave him a sense urgency, and authority unparalled to what he has saw in his lifetime of service. Some maybe spineless, but some are courageous, only lacking some physical attributes. This man? He was everything that someone could be if it had enough time. And he had everything. From the questions he asked to which as if could pierce through lies and deceit. His words, was as if it held truth above all else, and if any wrong answer, it would only deal with death. Alas, the pilot leapt off gently from the caress of its mobile suit's hand and landed a few meters in front of him, and...

[|> On the Surface of Cera || An Intervention with the Team <|] The Gundam Maverick would soon then rise, standing valiantly as if nothing bad has ever happened. Shield on the right and rifle behind its radome sensor array. Its ocular sensors regaining full functionality once again after the slight mishap from an unpredictable factor within the environment. Jameson meanwhile from inside its cockpit began to ready himself for disembarking from his seat, standing up and setting aside the main panel connected from the seat, within the full panoramic cockpit. The sealed doors would open, allowing him to step out of his machine with his helmet off already, with only an earpiece on his right ear to hear any dialogue from any channels that wished to open dialogue and interact with him. The hatch opened and the mobile suit's precepts allowed it to move by itself and catch Jameson by moving its right hand below the hatch, and act as a step for him to stand upon. Once Jameson was on its...

[|> On the Surface of Cera || An Intervention with the Team <|] Alas, their attempts to break into the systems of the Gundam Maverick would be taken note off, as the struggling machine and its artificial intellgence began to spew arcs of electricity from its joints danced about as its involuntary response. While it struggles to resist against the rash onslaught of the particular Knight to subdue the system to halt it. As its defense were faulty, it broke through firewalls as if they were nothing. However, the several warning that appeared on the machine's main panels alerted the pilot to work twice to counteract it, shutting close all backdoors before the AI was in possible jeopardy. It couldn't keep up to the quick work of Valrin and Ignis, but with the pilot supporting and guiding its own systems while it was lagging behind its optimal processing power. It was able to counteract this force. Alas, Maverick would tell to its pilot while it landed on its own right knee. [|>"The...

[|> On the Surface of Cera || An Intervention with the Team <|] [|>"Buffering..."<|] The AI was more than overwhelmed since its awakening. It struggled to function properly due to extensive damage. It needed more than just a patchwork. It needed the direction of its expert. And Jameson was more than aware to how much his partner was struggling, just to give the image of these folks a proper resolution. "I'll do the talking just focus on repairing yourself, internally. Purge anything we don't need, and give me a report on how much firepower we lost." Jameson said, as he pats the main panel of the machine, as if caressing a wounded brother. Once their live images was buffered and given a better resolution on the feed of the omnidirectional viewsccreen of the cockpit. Jameson looked at them with much greater detail and was able to now really able to appreciate their appearances, and give proper responses to them now. Maverick, in his struggle would notice another data-entity...

[|> The Area of Responsibility of Cera, At its Orbit, at Space, aboard a Ceran Navy Warship <|] Once given the green light, the Gundam's eyes beamed as Jameson would hear the announcement from the Operating Systems. [|>"Operating Systems; Activating Normal Mode."<|] In response, Jameson would speak out. "... Glad... your back buddy." He sounded tired, still recovering. However, using the strength he has regained, he spurred his machine to propel itself out of there, as a series of its thrusters and verniers spew sporaic thrust and propelled it out of the hangar. There would a moment of silence within the cockpit as Maverick soon began a tachyonic scan of the area with its radome. Taking its relative information of its terrain and atmosphere before landing at the given point. To which it stood tall for everyone to see, from its battered frame to its verniers still generating residual heat... Slightly battered and patched up. As its eyes would gaze upon anything or anyone that it...

[|> The Area of Responsibility of Cera, At its Orbit, at Space, aboard a Ceran Navy Warship <|] Jameson shook in place as the ship entered the atmosphere, holding himself in place from within his mobile suit as the ship, that has stored the Gundam Maverick within it hangars vibrated and shook under the stress of atmospheric entry. "...I can somehow relate, Chief..." He responded lowly, as he made adjustments, and remedy across its operating systems. Ofcourse, with the assistance of the repair, most of its important operating systems we're now functional at an expentancy rate of 70%. For a moment, the eyes on the Gundam would flash green, indicating something is being restored while it was being taken down from space... Jameson would only pause his efforts on restoring the Gundam's operating systems... only to look around the view provided for the crew through a live feed. Such luxury he was given was much appreciated. [|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

[|> The Area of Responsibility of Cera, At its Orbit, at Space <|] "I assume its what I can do is cooperate, all this... if I am being honest... feels unnatural." Jameson responded, as he breathed and spurred the mobile suit to move gently. He would then add. "Almost as if the term isekai'd would be fitting in my situation now." He spoke outloud, as he thinks to himself. 'Did... I die then? No, no I don't think so. No damage here suggest that I took a fatal blow...' He softly sighed as he moved the mobile suit towards the Ceran Patrol ship, board it upon the ship. However, for a moment, he swiftly then asked as his instincts has caught wind of a conflict? No, perhaps he was just too paranoid at the moment. "Is... something going on?" He asked, directly through the comms while he took the Mobile Suit was taken into the patrol ship's hangar. [|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

[|> The Area of Responsibility of Cera, At its Orbit, at Space <|] "Ngh..." Jameson raised his hand slightly blinded by the searchlight that shone towards his machine. As he softly breathed in and out, slightly short of breathe as the life support systems we're not at an optimal output. He could only listen to the instruction given to him. He softly breathed in and out before spurring himself to move the machine. Whilst pressing inputs upon the main console to patch himself through the channel manually and respond. "This is... Jameson Jacinto D. Santiago, test pilot of this Mobile Suit, the Gundam Maverick. Ngh... I require assistance." He struggled once more at the end of his sentence, as the mobile suit stabilized, regaining its functions bit by bit. To which the broken long range fin funnel that drifted beside it reactivated and reattached on its back, acting as an extra source of AMBAC, and thruster unit still functional, while its barrel was disfigured beyond recogniztion "I...

[|> The Area of Responsibility of Cera, At its Orbit, at Space <|] As the dormant machine drifted amongst the debris, it continues to emit its emergency frequencies upon open channels indicating its damaged state. Attracting undivided attention that may draw in unwanted company. While it drifted, despite absent of any force to guide its course, the shield would gently bump the surface of the dormant machine, making the machine shake from head to toe with a gentle tremor, with a thud. The tremor only shook the senses of the pilot within as the seat shook. Due to his dazed state he struggled to correct his sense of balance, but this struggle only prompted him to focus, and therefore wake up with minamally recovered vigor. "Ngh..." He raised his head only Several panels across the panoramic screens we're static, indicating damage, coupled with sparks flying from dangling wires that we're displaced from their hold. The light dimmed occassionally as the machine lacked so much power...

[|> The Area of Responsibility of Cera, At its Orbit, at Space <|] A bright flash on the horizon can be seen just far above the planetside, emitting an omnious blue light, before whisking away momentarily after the intial flash. Followed by the miniscule trail of particulates from the epicenter of the light source. To any energy sensors, it would be a massive spike of energy, comparative to an entire starship just dropping from a faster than light travel, without the much mass, nor weight to it. If taken a closer look, for greater detail, it would present a field of displaced debris, from somewhere, god or emperor knows where. But at a closer inspection; it would be suspect to be the remains of a battle taken elsewhere. As the debris field sports a charred and disfigured hull, and numerous other damaged alloys, littered with gaping holes from an array of antimatter blasts and kinetic attacks. But alas, with everything drifting on about, amidst a wreckage, a white glint can be...