[|> 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, that it was barely enough to sustain the panoramic view screens, life support systems, and its emergency signal that indicated the sorry state that the machine was in. To which all systems we're directly drawing power from the energy reserves. Seeing the machine in such a state, he grunted again, this time pushing himself to move within the chair, and get to work in salvaging as much as the machine as he could.
"Maverick...? Maverick...?" He called out to his surroundings, but none responded.
He frowned underneath his helmet realizing that he had no company, not even from his AI. Just unfortunate, seeing the sustained informative panels, it seemed the machine kept datalogs about keeping the machine at stable state, despite its sustained heavy damage. Alas, the damage worsened to the point that it could only save power now by rerouting the precepts of the AI to autonomous emergency mode, which according to the information, saved power, at the expense of processing power, and automated systems that assisted the pilot in many factors. The situation became so dire for his sake that the machine chose him over himself...
This left a sour taste on the man's mouth. He grasped the main panel and caressed it as if it we're the machine's cheek.
"... Thanks, Mav..." Renewed with this revelation, this only spurred more determination for the pilot to act, as he soon began access the maintenance panels on one of the access panels on the control suite, which delivered a manifest on the current state of the machine's drives. Seeing that they we're intact, with several account of damage across its flywheel section and furnace section.
"They got me good there..." The pilot mattered as he studied the raw schematics of the damage to the drives.
"Re-initializing drive, rerouting power to main drives."
The drives, if we're started with function far from the optimal energy output, thus relagating to emergency power, on account for the safety of the pilot and the suit. There was an option however that seemed feasible, but was too dangerous without the supervision of the pilot, thus never implemented. That changes now, seeing that this was the only option left. He began rerouting several power conduits, from the emergency reserves and into the drives, to allow it to kickstart the drives in sychronized output. After doing several adjustment, he would then take ahold of the right controls, and placed all of his fingers at each key.
"Here goes nothing..."
After one final adjustment, the panoramic view flashed once and became dark. The emergency lights blacking out for a moment as the soft and cry of the drives behind him began to whine, pulsing with a crystalline like chime... And then, a pulse rocked the machine to shiver, as it felt power to flow across all of the machine's frame. The lights returning much brighter now with the screens returning to their pristine resolution, despite the damage. AMBAC was restored, amongst all subsystems and routines.
"Ngh.... oof..." He panted within the conn-pod, as the machine at an outside perspective, stabilizes in space, as a sprawl of tachyons manifests around the machine as it returned to life, its eyes flashing blue as its servos cranked and turned, breaking the residual ice that has built up on machine, freeing it from its half-frozen state. While the drive continually emitted tachyon particles at a steady rate, empowering the machine slowly. With as a side result that its surroundings we're illuminated by these particles, as if they we're hyperactive fireflies, increasing the particle density in the area.
The pilot would see the funnels to begin vibrating, and glowing after being exposed to the presence of the Tachyons, to which the HORN Plate within the funnels began to empower the funnels, which caused these remote weapons to act erratically. Following this, Jameson would see its shield on its left nearby, and took it gently, connecting it to its left arm port. The left hand would then ball into a fist, as the piercing gaze of the machine would glance upon a rifle amongst the drifting wreck. With the power output steadily returning, the machine would begin to head for the rifle, as per the guidance of pilot, pushing the controls to spur the machine into action, and reached for it, easily getting close to it due to the propulsion system, propelling the suit to move. Grasping the rifle from its handle, it would take a scan of its surroundings and remainining weapons, while the Fin Funnels darted around the machine and one by one, began attaching to the pack, each 8 gradually being recharged with as much power the drives could muster, with the drives output being relatively 50%...
Seeing the results of the scans, it could be said that the machine has lost of its few weapons, and a few others rendered non-functional. It honestly wasn't favorable, but the pilot had to make do with what he had with his machine.
"Dammit..." He softly sighed, seeing one of the listed weapons was its other primary weapon. No use crying over spilt milk. The pilot would begin to survey his surroundings, imbued with the faint miasma and clouds of light which we're tachyon clouds... He sees beyond the clouds, and noticed the planet he was in orbit with. A planet virtually different as he does not recognize any of its land structure, nor its main continent. This is further reinforced to see the sight of massive surface-to-orbit cannons out in the distance. He could only ask a question.
"Where on Earth, am I?" He sighed afterwards, as he grasped his head, trying to remember what brought him here in the first place. But, feeling exhausted, he couldn't find the answer as to what brought him here. Though he was certain, that he was no longer at a place he was familiar with, as his instincts tell him that they we're, far from home, way too far, for any semblance of familiarity to be recognized from his surroundings. He looked at the cannons in curiousity, and it was only something that he could see from afar. And so the machine did the same as it faced the direction where the cannons we're.
The pilot would note as several debris breezed past the mobile suit. The pilot would comment to himself. "Its not safe here..." He would press on both pedals, stirring the mobile suit to climb up and levitate over the large debris of rocks,, before cutting its propulsion as it waited at where it levitated.
"... And, is this even the same place?" He asked himself more question, despite knowing that it would be left unanswered...
He wanted answers, thus... he'd raise his hand towards the communication panel. Despite long range we're damaged, local range should work fine.
"...." He hesitated for a moment, before announcing.
"To any active units within the area, I am in need of assstance, my machine is heavily damaged. at this following location." He repeated twice his location, before continuing.
"I repeat, my machine is in need of drastic repairs, I repeat over..."
"Does anyone copy? Over." He asked out to the expanse of space, and to towards the planet staring at it from above as he waited for any response.
"Anyone?" He would ask for confirmation if anyone heard it so, as he slowly roamed about the area, with the use of his machine, being wary of its surroundings for the time being., as he piloted his machine in question, with a rifle, a shield a few handy equipment, that being fin funnels, at the case that the company he attracted would be nothing but trouble...
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Jameson Santiago ||
Gundam Maverick [|]