Super Robot Wars: Calamitous Dawn

[Mazin Kiryu]

The Mechasaur's initial volley of missiles was trashed by the Great Typhoon, some prematurely detonating from the corrosive effect of the tornado, and others flew off course and slammed into the plains and mountains in great blooming fireballs. At this, one of the fliers accepts Kane's challenge and makes an attack pass, opening up with a volley of linear cannon shots from its wing roots, the hypervelocity slugs tearing through the air with such speed that they left swirling vapor trails in their wake.

While the much smaller cannons were nowhere near as potent as that sniper railgun from last night, the slugs still weren't something that even the Great Mazinger's New Super Alloy Z could simply shrug off, especially with how the flier was specifically aiming for the head and cockpit.


The Mechasaur fliers were smaller and more agile than the one he faced previously, easily swerving through his railgun shots before one of them got a quick lock and attempted to rake his gundam with retaliatory fire from both linear cannon fire and what seemed to be laser pulses from its mouth before quickly going evasive to spoil the transformable machine's lock, but doing so that if David were to go after one, the other wouldn't be too far off to try and get a cheap shot on him while he chases its partner down.


The mechasaur and its pilot had no chance as it was ripped to pieces by the aerial ambush, reduced to nothing but scrap and a few bloody chunks after the Zord smashed its corpse into the mountainside.

Slicer 2 Splashed!

The Hell?! That machine wasn't part of the briefing!

The info from those spooks clearly wasn't up to date.

We don't know how many more of them there are, defensive formation!

The mechasaur that Kane had been fighting quickly breaks away from its duel with a hard turn and a spray of ECM smoke and chaff from its belly and tail, causing its radar signature and shape to disappear behind a thick grey cloud, making hitting it a very tricky prospect and by the time he could see it again, it was too far away for any of his longer ranged weapons to get a good hit on.

The mechasaurs trying to tango with David however quickly changed their tactics, hitting the afterburners. Once they built a fair amount of distance. As he tried to chase them down, his radar warning receiver suddenly began screeching in alarm even though his targets were presenting their backs to him... Then all of a sudden, both mechasaurs launched a missile each... Which then made hard 180-degree turns before heading straight towards the Wing Freedom! Forcing his attention away from the fliers and towards their incoming ordnance.

Moments later, the 3rd mechasaur had rejoined its squad and then the now trio entered a loose formation, keeping their distance and launching opportunistic long-ranged shots from their linear cannons at the mechs and if they got a bit too close for comfort, launched a missile at the convoy. While a frustrating ploy, it is glaringly obvious they're trying to buy time for help to arrive.

“Alway the cockpit when will the enemy stop using cheap tricks!” Kane said as he try his best to lift his arm to tank the hits so none can penetrate the glass of the Condor, before the engine of the Scrander roar, as he then started flying toward the Mechasaur, as he lifted up his fist!

“Atomic Punch!” Great fist would fly out, as it flew rapidly, not letting the laser slow it down as he was aiming to cause the beast to make evasive maneuver, so he could use the scrander sharp wing to slice into it!

 

[Cavaliere]

The Custodes ponders upon the news, at the very least... It seems the Emperor was still watching over them if he awoke to a sight such as this rather than a vision of hell: The Inquisition's finest surrounded by the soldiers of an unknown polity of mankind, who looked very confused and perhaps fearful of whatever had transpired earlier and... A reptilian mutant of some sort? Which was also just as lost and frightened as the other humans but its facial microtwitches, such as they were in comparison to that of actual men also seemed to convey... Relief?

"I see. A prudent choice given the circumstances... But who do these men serve?"

The custodes then breaks eye contact with Valrin and Liam and upon happenstance, locks eyes with Sorell, who had also been present. Instinctively reacting, Sorell quickly comes up with an answer.

"They are heathens milord, ignorant of the Emperor's Light. Until a minute ago that is, when He used you to speak to us of our mission; the prey we hunt is still out there."

Once again the Custodes is deep in thought at the revelation... Telling the full truth to any other aside from the Inquisitor's vassals of his mission would only complicate things, burdening those unknowing needlessly with anxiety and paranoia, especially if they wouldn't even know where to look in the first place...


Then the entire situation is once again upended by a sudden flash in the horizon, this time a brilliant, otherworldly cerulean rather than auric. At this, Sorell makes a quick, if rather redundant observation.

"That was not the Emperor's doing."

"The light, that hue... Warp?"

"I believe there is only one way to find out lord Custodes, these four."

The navy officer then presents the Quartet to the Custodes with a rather grandiose gesture. Honestly, aside from Valrin, who bore his Inquisitorial and Mechanicum symbols proudly, the custode seemed quite unimpressed by the sight of 2 children and a perfectly normal man. Then yet another surprise rears its head, this time from General Granger, who by now had broken from his stupor after the last few minutes and went back to duty mode.

"W-wait! Let us handle this! It is the jurisdiction of the Ceran Army!"

@Crimson Dragoon

[|> 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...

[|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

As Valrin and Liam already answered the golden armored man’s query, there was no need for Daniel to speak and simply observed. On that note, their newly awakened guest no longer spoke in his mentor’s voice, nor did he have that same overpowering presence from before, but he still carried an undeniable air of authority. His superhuman physical stature helped enforce that notion, of course.

Daniel saw yet another mysterious newcomer about to come through. Another potential sorry member for their group? There was only one way to find out. The Ceran general offered his own opinion, of course, and it was reasonable. However…

“I’m not opposed to that, general. After all, this is your base on your world. But can I suggest that we come along as well? Simply for insurance, in case anything goes wrong.”

William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
Liam began sputtering, clearly unsure how to defend himself fron the Imperium crew's accusations, however his mumbling was stopped by a rumble in the distance, a colorful explosion that reminded him of the portal that brought him here in the first place.

"I offer to come as well," he tried to say diplomatically, even if is words came in unsure stutters, "the Null, my machine, is equipped with an advanced sensor suite, maybe I can track where it landed?"

Reminded himself of the portal that he so stubbornly kept on analizing, Liam hoped that he could use the data aquired to make sense of what was happening.

 

[Kabronex]

The Hell?! That machine wasn't part of the briefing!

"You'll find that moments like the one that just transpired make the price of our fees quite worth it." McKallister emphasized the plural pronouns to let it be known to their clients and allies that he was just the one of a four man band of magitech enhanced warriors with their own quartet of marvelous mechanical superweapons.

Crimson Thunderbird emerged from the pile of reddening snow, pterosaur guts and cybernetic pieces that was once a mechasaur. It cried out and shook its mechanical wings, generating some gusts that whistled between mountain peaks as it began to take flight once more, firing its lasers in an arc, trying to shoot down another one of the flying dinos.

Bolts of lightning shoot between and past the pterosaurs as Thunderbird began to climb the air. A thundering whinny, like that of a horse joined it. A giant yellow equine mech with wings, itself firing a laser battery at the wing formation with its drill lance.

"Pegasus! So nice of you to join us. Let's roast these turkeys. Feed the bootboys below why don't we?"

"You got it boss." Replied the yellow Warrior, D'Arcy Beaumont as she set the Pegasus zord near by to brace her laserfire.

 

[sir_fire]

Taking note of the quartet's eagerness to volunteer, less due to wanting to prove themselves and far more likely to be them wanting some private time inside their cockpits after everything that happened, Granger nevertheless sees sense in their reasoning. In case the new arrival was even less friendly than this bunch, then it'd be on them if first contact breaks down.

"Fine, I'll let you come along with the patrol. I hope for all our sakes you can handle this."

Meanwhile, Vicious was trying to contain his disbelief and confusion at the entire fiasco and how everyone seemed to have brushed it off all of a sudden after it was all over in favor of the new thing... That immensely powerful presence, there was no mistaking that it was a psion of godlike power, almost like... No, it can't possibly be the same; whatever or whoever the source of that light was, it was without a doubt human, the presence was nowhere near as horrific or violating to be anything but. If anything, he should count his blessings that it worked out in his favor once again.

Absentmindedly fiddling with his flight suit out of anxiety, he noticed that his pilot camera had been left on all this time... He can only hope that Kayto and Ava had kept their heads about them while all that went down.

Quietly observing the proceedings with a critical eye, the custodes folds his arms across his chest. A part of him wanted to accompany the Knight and his allies, to see for himself what unknown entity would be waiting for them out in the dunes, however, the logical part of him stated that he'd only be a liability at the scale Knight titans operate on, despite his capabilities... Yet a voice in the back of his head starts to tell him that he's wasting his opportunities, that this chance to try and learn new things was going to pass him by; the sort of novel experiences that his superiors had hoped for him to grow from...

"I shall accompany the Knights as well."

Everyone turns towards the golden giant after his abrupt announcement, some of the Cerans making open looks of incredulity; especially given the utter lack of mirth or jest in the golden giant's tone.

"If you worry I cannot keep pace, you shall find your concerns unfounded."

Again, he spoke with utter seriousness.

 

[Sigismund]

Taking note of the quartet's eagerness to volunteer, less due to wanting to prove themselves and far more likely to be them wanting some private time inside their cockpits after everything that happened, Granger nevertheless sees sense in their reasoning. In case the new arrival was even less friendly than this bunch, then it'd be on them if first contact breaks down.

"Fine, I'll let you come along with the patrol. I hope for all our sakes you can handle this."

Meanwhile, Vicious was trying to contain his disbelief and confusion at the entire fiasco and how everyone seemed to have brushed it off all of a sudden after it was all over in favor of the new thing... That immensely powerful presence, there was no mistaking that it was a psion of godlike power, almost like... No, it can't possibly be the same; whatever or whoever the source of that light was, it was without a doubt human, the presence was nowhere near as horrific or violating to be anything but. If anything, he should count his blessings that it worked out in his favor once again.

Absentmindedly fiddling with his flight suit out of anxiety, he noticed that his pilot camera had been left recording all this time... He can only hope that Kayto and Ava had kept their heads about them while all that went down.

Quietly observing the proceedings with a critical eye, the custodes folds his arms across his chest. A part of him wanted to accompany the Knight and his allies, to see for himself what unknown entity would be waiting for them out in the dunes, but the logical part of him stated that he'd only be a liability at the scale Knight titans operate on, despite his capabilities... But a voice in the back of his head starts to tell him that he's wasting his opportunities, that this chance to try and learn new things was going to pass him by; the sort of novel experiences that his superiors had hoped for him to grow from...

"I shall accompany the Knights as well."

Everyone turns towards the golden giant after his abrupt announcement, some of the Cerans making open looks of incredulity; especially given the utter lack of mirth or jest in the golden giant's tone.

"If you worry I cannot keep pace, you shall find your concerns unfounded."

Again, he spoke with utter seriousness.

"It is no exaggeration I can assure you" Valrin speaks up in support of the Custodes.


"If the Lord Custodes had wished it, he could move fast enough to kill everyone here before the bio electric impulses from your synapses even fire. Myself very much included. The only real worry would be... the lack of Titanic scale firepower, but the scale of his armor alone has its own advantages"

 

[Cavaliere]

Taking note of the quartet's eagerness to volunteer, less due to wanting to prove themselves and far more likely to be them wanting some private time inside their cockpits after everything that happened, Granger nevertheless sees sense in their reasoning. In case the new arrival was even less friendly than this bunch, then it'd be on them if first contact breaks down.

"Fine, I'll let you come along with the patrol. I hope for all our sakes you can handle this."

Meanwhile, Vicious was trying to contain his disbelief and confusion at the entire fiasco and how everyone seemed to have brushed it off all of a sudden after it was all over in favor of the new thing... That immensely powerful presence, there was no mistaking that it was a psion of godlike power, almost like... No, it can't possibly be the same; whatever or whoever the source of that light was, it was without a doubt human, the presence was nowhere near as horrific or violating to be anything but. If anything, he should count his blessings that it worked out in his favor once again.

Absentmindedly fiddling with his flight suit out of anxiety, he noticed that his pilot camera had been left on all this time... He can only hope that Kayto and Ava had kept their heads about them while all that went down.

Quietly observing the proceedings with a critical eye, the custodes folds his arms across his chest. A part of him wanted to accompany the Knight and his allies, to see for himself what unknown entity would be waiting for them out in the dunes, but the logical part of him stated that he'd only be a liability at the scale Knight titans operate on, despite his capabilities... But a voice in the back of his head starts to tell him that he's wasting his opportunities, that this chance to try and learn new things was going to pass him by; the sort of novel experiences that his superiors had hoped for him to grow from...

"I shall accompany the Knights as well."

Everyone turns towards the golden giant after his abrupt announcement, some of the Cerans making open looks of incredulity; especially given the utter lack of mirth or jest in the golden giant's tone.

"If you worry I cannot keep pace, you shall find your concerns unfounded."

Again, he spoke with utter seriousness.

"It is no exaggeration I can assure you" Valrin speaks up in support of the Custodes.


"If the Lord Custodes had wished it, he could move fast enough to kill everyone here before the bio electric impulses from your synapses even fire. Myself very much included. The only real worry would be... the lack of Titanic scale firepower, but the scale of his armor alone has its own advantages"

William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
At the weird and boastful declaration, Liam just blinked, incredulous, yet the thought of this man twice his size keeping out with the Null and the other MSes didn't seem so out of place.
He saw the visions from Valrin, the size of the Ship, the impossibilities that kept on coming and were accepted as common sense, so the golden warrior following hem on foot was... yeah, it made twisted sense.

"I guess..." at this point, Liam just wanted to be in the cockpit, hidden from view, but his sensibilities forced him to ask: "I can still take you, if you want. The Null has weapon hardpoints I can free up a hand..."

 

[Sigismund]

William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
At the weird and boastful declaration, Liam just blinked, incredulous, yet the thought of this man twice his size keeping out with the Null and the other MSes didn't seem so out of place.
He saw the visions from Valrin, the size of the Ship, the impossibilities that kept on coming and were accepted as common sense, so the golden warrior following hem on foot was... yeah, it made twisted sense.

"I guess..." at this point, Liam just wanted to be in the cockpit, hidden from view, but his sensibilities forced him to ask: "I can still take you, if you want. The Null has weapon hardpoints I can free up a hand..."

"I meant that for the Ceran Crew who insist upon themselves. That flash was a Flash of Warp energy, which always carries a chance of corruption. Im merely assuring anyone that if they do fail to resist the efforts of the memetic agents to enter this reality, they won't be in such a state for long"

 

[Crimson Dragoon]

Taking note of the quartet's eagerness to volunteer, less due to wanting to prove themselves and far more likely to be them wanting some private time inside their cockpits after everything that happened, Granger nevertheless sees sense in their reasoning. In case the new arrival was even less friendly than this bunch, then it'd be on them if first contact breaks down.

"Fine, I'll let you come along with the patrol. I hope for all our sakes you can handle this."

Meanwhile, Vicious was trying to contain his disbelief and confusion at the entire fiasco and how everyone seemed to have brushed it off all of a sudden after it was all over in favor of the new thing... That immensely powerful presence, there was no mistaking that it was a psion of godlike power, almost like... No, it can't possibly be the same; whatever or whoever the source of that light was, it was without a doubt human, the presence was nowhere near as horrific or violating to be anything but. If anything, he should count his blessings that it worked out in his favor once again.

Absentmindedly fiddling with his flight suit out of anxiety, he noticed that his pilot camera had been left on all this time... He can only hope that Kayto and Ava had kept their heads about them while all that went down.

Quietly observing the proceedings with a critical eye, the custodes folds his arms across his chest. A part of him wanted to accompany the Knight and his allies, to see for himself what unknown entity would be waiting for them out in the dunes, however, the logical part of him stated that he'd only be a liability at the scale Knight titans operate on, despite his capabilities... Yet a voice in the back of his head starts to tell him that he's wasting his opportunities, that this chance to try and learn new things was going to pass him by; the sort of novel experiences that his superiors had hoped for him to grow from...

"I shall accompany the Knights as well."

Everyone turns towards the golden giant after his abrupt announcement, some of the Cerans making open looks of incredulity; especially given the utter lack of mirth or jest in the golden giant's tone.

"If you worry I cannot keep pace, you shall find your concerns unfounded."

Again, he spoke with utter seriousness.

Daniel nodded at the general’s words, and proceeded to go on his way towards the hangar. As he was heading towards the Aeolus, the golden armored man, apparently called a Custode, also offered to join them. He was completely serious about it, despite seemingly lacking a mobile suit or something else of equivalent scale. It was another bit of surprise, but Daniel wasn’t exactly eager to argue against him. The Custode had the bearing of an experienced warrior from a world that by all appearances, suffered from constant strife. If he wanted to enter a potential battlefield, so be it. He should already know the risks.

"It is no exaggeration I can assure you" Valrin speaks up in support of the Custodes.


"If the Lord Custodes had wished it, he could move fast enough to kill everyone here before the bio electric impulses from your synapses even fire. Myself very much included. The only real worry would be... the lack of Titanic scale firepower, but the scale of his armor alone has its own advantages"

Daniel heard Valrin’s words regarding the Custode. Was he truly that fast? The AF soldier wouldn’t test that claim himself and preferably, their enemies would do so instead.

“We’ve all said our piece then, so let’s go deal with whatever this is,” Daniel said.

 

[sir_fire]

William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
At the weird and boastful declaration, Liam just blinked, incredulous, yet the thought of this man twice his size keeping out with the Null and the other MSes didn't seem so out of place.
He saw the visions from Valrin, the size of the Ship, the impossibilities that kept on coming and were accepted as common sense, so the golden warrior following hem on foot was... yeah, it made twisted sense.

"I guess..." at this point, Liam just wanted to be in the cockpit, hidden from view, but his sensibilities forced him to ask: "I can still take you, if you want. The Null has weapon hardpoints I can free up a hand..."

"The offer is appreciated, but there is little need. Furthermore, I must see for myself if my armor has suffered any... Undue damage."

There was no pomp or ceremony to the reuniting of the quartet and their machines, they were simply led towards the hangar and given all the time they needed to go through pre-flight checks and whatever esoteric procedures their mechs needed to go through, especially in regards to Valrin's Knight, to rouse from their slumber.

As soon as they were all ready, the pilots got a sudden communique from the Cerans. Likely from the base's air control.

"We're sending the coordinates of the phenomenon now and if you make contact with the patrol we've already dispatched, merge at your convenience but leave first contact with them."

Soon enough, a waypoint winks into existence on their HUDs, leading to a patch of sand about 10 kilometers from the base. But before the quartet could sally forth, the Custodes interrupts.

"I picked up a vox signal from the heathens directed at your Knights. I was unable to pick out the message, but I assume it was in regards to their patrol?"

@Crimson Dragoon @Sigismund

 

[sir_fire]

[|> 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...

[|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

It did not take long for Jameson's distress signal to get a response and on the very edge of his sensor range, his Gundam picks up an incoming contact. Fairly small, 500 meters or so, given the surprisingly clear "skies" so to speak and as soon as it got to visual range, it sent comms towards his machine, though the contents were... Not as friendly as one could hope.

"Attention unknown Ryder, you are violating Ceran space. Deactivate your weapons and identify yourself."

Taking into account what he had seen groundside, this sort of welcome from a society that had openly displayed its surface-to-orbit weaponry shouldn't be that much of a shock. But what was, is that a closer look at the ship revealed it to be a class that the mercenary had never before seen and whose design philosophy, while identifiably human was something completely foreign to the Earth sphere. Not to mention that as far as he was aware, there was no such entity known as Cera...

 

[jamesonjustjameson]

It did not take long for Jameson's distress signal to get a response and on the very edge of his sensor range, his Gundam picks up an incoming contact. Fairly small, 500 meters or so, given the surprisingly clear "skies" so to speak and as soon as it got to visual range, it sent comms towards his machine, though the contents were... Not as friendly as one could hope.

"Attention unknown Ryder, you are violating Ceran space. Deactivate your weapons and identify yourself."

Taking into account what he had seen groundside, this sort of welcome from a society that had openly displayed its surface-to-orbit weaponry shouldn't be that much of a shock. But what was, is that a closer look at the ship revealed it to be a class that the mercenary had never before seen and whose design philosophy, while identifiably human was something completely foreign to the Earth sphere. Not to mention that as far as he was aware, there was no such entity known as Cera...

[|> 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 don't recognize the term Ceran nor Ryder, please bear with me...." He sounded short of breath. However bit by bit recovering as the mobile suit's gazed towards the ship, scanning it in great detail, and seeing it to be unrecognizable on any pre-existing records of such ships. "Nor do I recognized... the class of ship. Over." He said, between pants, as he troubleshoots increasing the power output of the drives soon enough. To which would prompt faint particles to flow out of the verniers of the mobile suit once more, revitalizing it as it's movements, while struggling, became much more fluid. Despite its apparent damage across its armor, exposed eye. It was easy to tell that this mobile suit was still capable of holding up a fight, holding its Beam Rifle at its right and shield at its left... But it wasn't still wise to do so. Not that it wasn't necessary now.

"Are you, perhaps aware of an organization known as.... Razormind Industries? Perhaps, the IAN or the EDF?" He asked, to see if they we're familiar to those acronyms, but if the latter to says no. Then its most likely that he was... not in the same place. What was the word...? Dammit, it was in the tip of his tongue...

[|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

 

[Crimson Dragoon]

"The offer is appreciated, but there is little need. Furthermore, I must see for myself if my armor has suffered any... Undue damage."

There was no pomp or ceremony to the reuniting of the quartet and their machines, they were simply led towards the hangar and given all the time they needed to go through pre-flight checks and whatever esoteric procedures their mechs needed to go through, especially in regards to Valrin's Knight, to rouse from their slumber.

As soon as they were all ready, the pilots got a sudden communique from the Cerans. Likely from the base's air control.

"We're sending the coordinates of the phenomenon now and if you make contact with the patrol we've already dispatched, merge at your convenience but leave first contact with them."

Soon enough, a waypoint winks into existence on their HUDs, leading to a patch of sand about 10 kilometers from the base. But before the quartet could sally forth, the Custodes interrupts.

"I picked up a vox signal from the heathens directed at your Knights. I was unable to pick out the message, but I assume it was in regards to their patrol?"

@Crimson Dragoon @Sigismund

With the coordinates sent to him, Daniel was ready to go and deal with whatever was randomly sent their way. Or perhaps it wasn’t random, though there was only one way to find out. But before he or his other companions could go ahead, the Custode asked them all a question regarding the Ceran communication.

“It was,” Daniel confirmed. “They simply said to leave first contact to them.”

 

[sir_fire]

[|> 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 don't recognize the term Ceran nor Ryder, please bear with me...." He sounded short of breath. However bit by bit recovering as the mobile suit's gazed towards the ship, scanning it in great detail, and seeing it to be unrecognizable on any pre-existing records of such ships. "Nor do I recognized... the class of ship. Over." He said, between pants, as he troubleshoots increasing the power output of the drives soon enough. To which would prompt faint particles to flow out of the verniers of the mobile suit once more, revitalizing it as it's movements, while struggling, became much more fluid. Despite its apparent damage across its armor, exposed eye. It was easy to tell that this mobile suit was still capable of holding up a fight, holding its Beam Rifle at its right and shield at its left... But it wasn't still wise to do so. Not that it wasn't necessary now.

"Are you, perhaps aware of an organization known as.... Razormind Industries? Perhaps, the IAN or the EDF?" He asked, to see if they we're familiar to those acronyms, but if the latter to says no. Then its most likely that he was... not in the same place. What was the word...? Dammit, it was in the tip of his tongue...

[|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

There was a period of silence as the crew of the patrol craft considered what Jameseon had said, but the ship had not slowed from its approach towards the Gundam at all. At the very least they killed their lights.

A bunch of unfamiliar terms and a failure to recognize our planet... Definitely an outworlder.

Perhaps that anomalous event that was reported on the empty quarter had something to do with it?

Not only that but the proximity of the event to Fort Ladon... Shit, did this thing escape the atmosphere on its own?

I'll get them on the horn. I think they have a right to know, even if they're a bunch of groundpounders. Tell the outworlder to sit tight.

"We are unfamiliar with those entities. But you can explain further once you come aboard, pilot."

And to show that the patrol craft's crew wasn't speaking in jest, the guiding lights towards the hangar doors on its sides light up; inviting the Gundam into its cavernous embrace and towards an uncertain fate.

Meanwhile back at Fort Ladon... Just as the quartet was about ready to go off on their sortie, they got yet another sudden communique from the air control tower.

"Belay that order, we just received confirmation that an unknown class of Mech was just encountered by a Ceran Navy patrol craft on the exosphere, right above this region. Chances are that it's what that flash of light had brought in."

The implication that whatever sort of machine was able to escape the atmosphere on its own is... Troubling to say the least. What if whatever was controlling it decided that it didn't want to listen to the Cerans?

As the quartet ruminated upon the possibilities, the personnel of Fort Ladon quickly gathered all the information they could about the patrol craft’s encounter with the mysterious outworlder mech. The military base was spared no detail regarding the recently arrived stranger by the patrol craft’s crew. Eventually, Fort Ladon contacted the quartet again.

The patrol craft is making its way towards the base. Rendezvous with it at the first opportunity on the upper atmosphere. We will render further assistance for helping the outworlder if necessary.

 

[jamesonjustjameson]

[|> 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 [|]

 

[Cavaliere]

"The offer is appreciated, but there is little need. Furthermore, I must see for myself if my armor has suffered any... Undue damage."

There was no pomp or ceremony to the reuniting of the quartet and their machines, they were simply led towards the hangar and given all the time they needed to go through pre-flight checks and whatever esoteric procedures their mechs needed to go through, especially in regards to Valrin's Knight, to rouse from their slumber.

As soon as they were all ready, the pilots got a sudden communique from the Cerans. Likely from the base's air control.

"We're sending the coordinates of the phenomenon now and if you make contact with the patrol we've already dispatched, merge at your convenience but leave first contact with them."

Soon enough, a waypoint winks into existence on their HUDs, leading to a patch of sand about 10 kilometers from the base. But before the quartet could sally forth, the Custodes interrupts.

"I picked up a vox signal from the heathens directed at your Knights. I was unable to pick out the message, but I assume it was in regards to their patrol?"

@Crimson Dragoon @Sigismund

William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
"Alright then... ok"

Getting back into the NULL, after the previous hour of revelation, threats and an attempted murder, was probably the most relaxing thing ever.
The shoulder still produced alert reports, but overall the logs were mostly positive, showing that the Cerans made all the right steps to ensure that it was in working condition and flight capable.
they ever filled the fuel cartriges.

"William Tinmall, NULL, ready to take off."

After getting the coordinates, he set the flight path and entered cruise mode, using the time he had before launch to compile everything he was learning into a journal.
It wasn't anything scientific, just something that he liked to do to put his thoughts into (virtual) paper, but thins time he used almost 3 full pages to express everything.

'And the day isn't over yet...'

[|> 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 don't recognize the term Ceran nor Ryder, please bear with me...." He sounded short of breath. However bit by bit recovering as the mobile suit's gazed towards the ship, scanning it in great detail, and seeing it to be unrecognizable on any pre-existing records of such ships. "Nor do I recognized... the class of ship. Over." He said, between pants, as he troubleshoots increasing the power output of the drives soon enough. To which would prompt faint particles to flow out of the verniers of the mobile suit once more, revitalizing it as it's movements, while struggling, became much more fluid. Despite its apparent damage across its armor, exposed eye. It was easy to tell that this mobile suit was still capable of holding up a fight, holding its Beam Rifle at its right and shield at its left... But it wasn't still wise to do so. Not that it wasn't necessary now.

"Are you, perhaps aware of an organization known as.... Razormind Industries? Perhaps, the IAN or the EDF?" He asked, to see if they we're familiar to those acronyms, but if the latter to says no. Then its most likely that he was... not in the same place. What was the word...? Dammit, it was in the tip of his tongue...

[|] Jameson Santiago || Gundam Maverick [|]

There was a period of silence as the crew of the patrol craft considered what Jameseon had said, but the ship had not slowed from its approach towards the Gundam at all. At the very least they killed their lights.

A bunch of unfamiliar terms and a failure to recognize our planet... Definitely an outworlder.

Perhaps that anomalous event that was reported on the empty quarter had something to do with it?

Not only that but the proximity of the event to Fort Ladon... Shit, did this thing escape the atmosphere on its own?

I'll get them on the horn. I think they have a right to know, even if they're a bunch of groundpounders. Tell the outworlder to sit tight.

"We are unfamiliar with those entities. But you can explain further once you come aboard, pilot."

And to show that the patrol craft's crew wasn't speaking in jest, the guiding lights towards the hangar doors on its sides light up; inviting the Gundam into its cavernous embrace and towards an uncertain fate.

Meanwhile back at Fort Ladon... Just as the quartet was about ready to go off on their sortie, they got yet another sudden communique from the air control tower.

"Belay that order, we just received confirmation that an unknown class of Mech was just encountered by a Ceran Navy patrol craft on the exosphere, right above this region. Chances are that it's what that flash of light had brought in."

The implication that whatever sort of machine was able to escape the atmosphere on its own is... Troubling to say the least. What if whatever was controlling it decided that it didn't want to listen to the Cerans?

As the quartet ruminated upon the possibilities, the personnel of Fort Ladon quickly gathered all the information they could about the patrol craft’s encounter with the mysterious outworlder mech. The military base was spared no detail regarding the recently arrived stranger by the patrol craft’s crew. Eventually, Fort Ladon contacted the quartet again.

The patrol craft is making its way towards the base. Rendezvous with it at the first opportunity on the upper atmosphere. We will render further assistance for helping the outworlder if necessary.

[|> 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 [|]

"So they got it?"

It was disappointing not getting the chance to fly again, but at least there was no chance of entering into a weird fight like last time.

"What are we supposed to do now... sir?"

 

[sir_fire]

[|> 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 [|]

Jameson boards the patrol craft without incident. Inside its hangar, he would see the typical complement of such a ship: shuttles, probe drones, and the like but with the only standout being a repair and recovery mech stripped down to the barest essentials to save weight, which again; had a completely alien design philosophy compared to what the mercenary was used to.

It took a short pause for the response to his question to be answered, preceded by a scoff of bemused disbelief.

"Let's just say that those guns you saw on the Empty Quarter aren't there just for show. The galaxy isn't a friendly place and it's gotten even less so as of late."

Then the patrol craft abruptly began to lurch, judging from the way it did so, it seemed to have begun to reenter the planet's atmosphere.

"We're already aware that your machine was able to escape our planet's gravity well, so consider this ride a courtesy from the Ceran Navy."

With the coordinates sent to him, Daniel was ready to go and deal with whatever was randomly sent their way. Or perhaps it wasn’t random, though there was only one way to find out. But before he or his other companions could go ahead, the Custode asked them all a question regarding the Ceran communication.

“It was,” Daniel confirmed. “They simply said to leave first contact to them.”

"Fair enough, this is their planet."

William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
"Alright then... ok"

Getting back into the NULL, after the previous hour of revelation, threats and an attempted murder, was probably the most relaxing thing ever.
The shoulder still produced alert reports, but overall the logs were mostly positive, showing that the Cerans made all the right steps to ensure that it was in working condition and flight capable.
they ever filled the fuel cartriges.

"William Tinmall, NULL, ready to take off."

After getting the coordinates, he set the flight path and entered cruise mode, using the time he had before launch to compile everything he was learning into a journal.
It wasn't anything scientific, just something that he liked to do to put his thoughts into (virtual) paper, but thins time he used almost 3 full pages to express everything.

'And the day isn't over yet...'





"So they got it?"

It was disappointing not getting the chance to fly again, but at least there was no chance of entering into a weird fight like last time.

"What are we supposed to do now... sir?"

Then Liam would get a sudden radio communique from the Custodes.

"It appears we must wait."

Did he just tap into their comms net without anyone the wiser and in such a short timeframe? Then the golden giant craned his head up towards the skies above.

"But not too long it seems."

At first, he seemed to be staring into nothing. But a few adjustments to his Gundam's cameras would reveal that the power-armored giant was looking right at a ship undergoing atmospheric reentry, fortunately, one that is far smaller than the Mercury's Alacrity and was doing so deliberately and properly with no chance of any disastrous mishap.

 

[Sigismund]

Jameson boards the patrol craft without incident. Inside its hangar, he would see the typical complement of such a ship: shuttles, probe drones, and the like but with the only standout being a repair and recovery mech stripped down to the barest essentials to save weight, which again; had a completely alien design philosophy compared to what the mercenary was used to.

It took a short pause for the response to his question to be answered, preceded by a scoff of bemused disbelief.

"Let's just say that those guns you saw on the Empty Quarter aren't there just for show. The galaxy isn't a friendly place and it's gotten even less so as of late."

Then the patrol craft abruptly began to lurch, judging from the way it did so, it seemed to have begun to reenter the planet's atmosphere.

"We're already aware that your machine was able to escape our planet's gravity well, so consider this ride a courtesy from the Ceran Navy."

"Fair enough, this is their planet."

Then Liam would get a sudden radio communique from the Custodes.

"It appears we must wait."

Did he just tap into their comms net without anyone the wiser and in such a short timeframe? Then the golden giant craned his head up towards the skies above.

"But not too long it seems."

At first, he seemed to be staring into nothing. But a few adjustments to his Gundam's cameras would reveal that the power-armored giant was looking right at a ship undergoing atmospheric reentry, fortunately, one that is far smaller than the Mercury's Alacrity and was doing so deliberately and properly with no chance of any disastrous mishap.

Valrin looked around the hangar.

Null was capable of Flight

Kazuki... where ever he was, Valrin believed he could recall that Kazuki's mech could fly. Daniel's mech could fly, and even the Scion who had died in the Ship had a knight capable of flight.

Now the next one was in low orbit.

Ignus stared up in pure contempt. Valrin knew the next time that Ignus's guns would fire, it would be overkill.

 

[Crimson Dragoon]

Jameson boards the patrol craft without incident. Inside its hangar, he would see the typical complement of such a ship: shuttles, probe drones, and the like but with the only standout being a repair and recovery mech stripped down to the barest essentials to save weight, which again; had a completely alien design philosophy compared to what the mercenary was used to.

It took a short pause for the response to his question to be answered, preceded by a scoff of bemused disbelief.

"Let's just say that those guns you saw on the Empty Quarter aren't there just for show. The galaxy isn't a friendly place and it's gotten even less so as of late."

Then the patrol craft abruptly began to lurch, judging from the way it did so, it seemed to have begun to reenter the planet's atmosphere.

"We're already aware that your machine was able to escape our planet's gravity well, so consider this ride a courtesy from the Ceran Navy."

"Fair enough, this is their planet."

Then Liam would get a sudden radio communique from the Custodes.

"It appears we must wait."

Did he just tap into their comms net without anyone the wiser and in such a short timeframe? Then the golden giant craned his head up towards the skies above.

"But not too long it seems."

At first, he seemed to be staring into nothing. But a few adjustments to his Gundam's cameras would reveal that the power-armored giant was looking right at a ship undergoing atmospheric reentry, fortunately, one that is far smaller than the Mercury's Alacrity and was doing so deliberately and properly with no chance of any disastrous mishap.

Daniel waited like the others did, and the ship made itself clear in their sights. It was descending carefully, making sure its atmospheric reentry didn’t end in disaster. At least they can follow procedure as expected. The AF pilot watched vigilantly, readying himself for action if necessary. One can’t be too careful, especially in an alien world.

 

[Ironboi13]

The mechasaurs trying to tango with David however quickly changed their tactics, hitting the afterburners. Once they built a fair amount of distance. As he tried to chase them down, his radar warning receiver suddenly began screeching in alarm even though his targets were presenting their backs to him... Then all of a sudden, both mechasaurs launched a missile each... Which then made hard 180-degree turns before heading straight towards the Wing Freedom! Forcing his attention away from the fliers and towards their incoming ordnance.

"Hm-?!" David had to act fast, these dinosaurs were quite trained, for a bunch of ancient lizards...Still, they were competent nonetheless.

He'd have to act fast, it'd been quite some time since he'd have such a challenge that wasn't the one man who drove David up the walls. The Wing Freedom switched from Bird Mode to Gundam Mode, but seemed to have hit the brakes. The Gundam seemed to be crushing itself, until it launched up to the skies like a spring! The amount of G-forces David experienced in that moment would do in any normal man...It took David a long time to get it right.

Supplementing this evasive action, the Wing Freedom's head and torso lit up as 4 vulcans blitzed the area to catch the missiles as David ascended!

 

[sir_fire]

“Alway the cockpit when will the enemy stop using cheap tricks!” Kane said as he try his best to lift his arm to tank the hits so none can penetrate the glass of the Condor, before the engine of the Scrander roar, as he then started flying toward the Mechasaur, as he lifted up his fist!

“Atomic Punch!” Great fist would fly out, as it flew rapidly, not letting the laser slow it down as he was aiming to cause the beast to make evasive maneuver, so he could use the scrander sharp wing to slice into it!

As expected, the beast pulled off an evasive maneuver, performing a short dive so as to not bleed away its precious airspeed and energy in case Mazinger would follow up its rocket punch, its pilot's prudence quickly paid off when the Great suddenly hit afterburners and attempted to ram into it with a shocking burst of speed for something so bulky as a super robo.

Hitting its afterburners as well, the mechasaur then executed a barrel roll, barely managing to avoid getting plastered across the Great's grill, though it didn't do so unscathed as the radar crest upon its skull was sheared clean in half by the Mazinger's razor wing.

While it would take time for the mechasaur to retaliate, unfortunately for Kane, its wingmen had no such worries and now he found himself pounded from multiple directions with linear cannon and pulse laser fire.

"Hm-?!" David had to act fast, these dinosaurs were quite trained, for a bunch of ancient lizards...Still, they were competent nonetheless.

He'd have to act fast, it'd been quite some time since he'd have such a challenge that wasn't the one man who drove David up the walls. The Wing Freedom switched from Bird Mode to Gundam Mode, but seemed to have hit the brakes. The Gundam seemed to be crushing itself, until it launched up to the skies like a spring! The amount of G-forces David experienced in that moment would do in any normal man...It took David a long time to get it right.

Supplementing this evasive action, the Wing Freedom's head and torso lit up as 4 vulcans blitzed the area to catch the missiles as David ascended!

The missiles were destroyed by the CIWS fire, but they had fulfilled their purpose in preventing David from pursuing the Mechasaurs, giving them time to disengage. However, this wasn't exactly a disadvantageous situation for the Gundam pilot as his erstwhile allies would prove soon enough...

"You'll find that moments like the one that just transpired make the price of our fees quite worth it." McKallister emphasized the plural pronouns to let it be known to their clients and allies that he was just the one of a four man band of magitech enhanced warriors with their own quartet of marvelous mechanical superweapons.

Crimson Thunderbird emerged from the pile of reddening snow, pterosaur guts and cybernetic pieces that was once a mechasaur. It cried out and shook its mechanical wings, generating some gusts that whistled between mountain peaks as it began to take flight once more, firing its lasers in an arc, trying to shoot down another one of the flying dinos.

Bolts of lightning shoot between and past the pterosaurs as Thunderbird began to climb the air. A thundering whinny, like that of a horse joined it. A giant yellow equine mech with wings, itself firing a laser battery at the wing formation with its drill lance.

"Pegasus! So nice of you to join us. Let's roast these turkeys. Feed the bootboys below why don't we?"

"You got it boss." Replied the yellow Warrior, D'Arcy Beaumont as she set the Pegasus zord near by to brace her laserfire.

The other two pterosaurs dodged the incoming lasers and lightning bolts to the best of their ability, not that it was particularly difficult given their agile forms and small size; but it relieved the pressure on the Great and left them open to having their formation broken apart where they could be picked off one by one, especially now that David was in an excellent position to exploit their unfavorable situation...

Where in Gore's name are our reinforcements?!

Quit your bellyaching! I just got word that the ground mechasaurs have entered the combat area, we just need to hold out for 30 more seconds until they get in position.

With all due respect sir, we aren't exactly Ace pilots!

Then it's about damned time that you greenhorns get started on-EARGH!

A lucky thunderbolt suddenly strikes one of the Mechasaurs on its wing, burning a hole through it and frying its avionics; causing the beast to tumble into an uncontrolled dive, trailing smoke all the while.