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Discussion in 'Elsewhere In Pandora' started by Marida Cruz, Jun 20, 2018.

  1. Marida Cruz

    Marida Cruz Mobile Suit Gundam: Unicorn

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    Marida sat down and closed her eyes, exhaling into her pilot suit. She cleared her head and hit the last few buttons to prepare her mobile suit. "Marida Cruz- Kshatriya- Launching!". Her hand pulled back on the joystick, and her massive green mobile suit pulled away from its parent ship, thrusters firing to maneuver safely away from the ships mass.

    Her sensor suit kicked to life as she adjust her view to the bubble screen around her. She followed the movements of several enemy mobile suits as they dashed through the void of space. Minovsky particles from multiple engines filled the vacuum around them, causing radio based communications to cease. A laser comm from her mother ship kept her in the loop as the battle progressed elsewhere and fed more orders to her.

    She emptied herself further, her psycommu required her focus and she needed to be prepared. Alert and aware was always preferable to allowing emotions to cloud her and her reaction time. "Enemy spotted, engaging." The four limb like binders attached the Kshatriya lit up, propelling the mobile suits considerable bulk to combat speed. It was deceptively maneuverable.

    She opened her mind, preparing to launch funnels to engage the enemy when unknown alarms and proximity sensors began flashing on multiple screens. Before she could react, black tendrils wrapped around her mobile suit, and appeared through the walls, latching onto her. She didn't have time to shout before it felt like her mind was pulled through a pinhole. When she regained consciousness she was sitting in her cockpit. Her mobile suit floated aimlessly through space, seemingly undamaged. She looked at the screen and gasped, at an orbital body that looked like Luna in front of her.

    She tried her comms and ship codes to check for friendly traffic. Nothing. She was about to begin maneuvering again, when her proximity alert went off again and she brought it on screen. A blue and grey humanoid weapon flew toward her, pinkish beam saber in hand- one of the mobile suits that she had encountered earlier known as a Stark Jegan. She didn't have to sense the pilots hostile intent to know he was going straight for the kill shot.

    Instinct crushed hesitation as she selected her mobile suits right beam saber from her console. The saber slide right into the mobile suits hand and flared to life a brilliant green. Activating thrusters, the Kshatriya met the Jegan head on, the two blades clashed- a white hot light where the two minovsky particle weapons met. An I-Field formed there, giving something substantive for both mobile suits to push off of. Blue lights flared all over each combat machine as additional thrusters lent their strength to the tussle.

    The Kshatriya began to push and maneuver the Stark Jegan, its power output winning over the mass-produced mobile suits. The Jegans pilot reacted, as if he had expected this due course, and spun his machine up and over the Kshatryia, aiming for a downward thrust through the torso that would guarantee either a cockpit or a reactor kill. Marida swung her front two binders up so that its thrusters faced the Jegan and fired them on maximum. With the resulting thrust and change in position she successfully stopped the Jegans charge. Without mercy and hesitation Marida swung her beam saber through the left side of the Jegans torso out the right side cleaving the suit in two right where the cockpit was. Carried aloft by the dying pilots psycho-waves, she heard the enemy pilot curse her as his mind faded away. She did her best to ignore him- Like she had so many others.

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    She was about to power down her blade when both the mobile suits sensors, and her innate talent sensed something. Wordlessly, she spun the mobile suit around to face the newcomer directly.
     
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  2. Anakin Skywalker

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    Despite each and every one of the baffling phenomena Anakin had begrudgingly come to terms with across the span of the past two years, he still needed a moment to mentally digest the abrupt appearance of two oversized robots sword-fighting just above the inexplicably breathable atmosphere of Elysium. By virtue of those frustrating black vines, he supposed. Fantastic.

    The spike in power signatures from his scanners had snapped at his attention before the disturbance in the Force did, because there were always... always disturbances in the Force that single disturbances no longer registered as anything particularly monumental. Nevertheless, he supposed he ought to address the two-- oh, now just one oversized robot. The object was evidently a weapon of mass destruction hovering too close to the sleeping population of the lunar station to be considered comfortable.

    He happened to have already been piloting an experimental stealth corvette, and moonbound, when the alert struck him. He had yet to encounter a robotic humanoid which dwarfed a transport ship (although he had no doubt such a monstrosity existed somewhere in the multiverse), but he kept his distance with a glint of guarded curiosity in his eye as he surveyed the aftermath of the battle through the viewport, burnt fragments from the wreckage floating aimlessly in the vacuum.

    There was a sentient presence within. Living. Cautious. Confused. A flickering flame of life a bit unlike the kind he sensed from Megatron. More human than Megatron.

    And this was at least twice the size of Megatron - about the height of an AT-AT, by his estimation, but fine.

    He switched on broadcast. There was no atmosphere with which to carry sound, but he had managed- with help from his team of engineers- to construct a comms signal compatible with most receivers from the wildly different... universes. It hadn't been easy. And if it failed, then his diplomatic options were again whittled down to starship charades or testing his telepathic limitations within the Force.

    He missed the simpler days of only needing to blast half-suspicious objects out of the skies with ion cannon.

    "You are in Pandora space. Are you aware of what that means?"

    It was a stupid question, but all questions preempting a welcome spiel were stupid.
     
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  3. Marida Cruz

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    The reddish and cycloptic monoeye of the Kshatryia's main camera looked the approaching ship over. Marida's eyebrow arched, she was completely unfamiliar with this model and couldn't tell if was a Zeonic or Earth Federation based design. It certainly wasn't from the myriad of the unaffiliated colonies- The usually bought up refurbished designs rather than build their own. It had impressive stealth capacities as well, even with the ecm effect of the minovksy field currently building around her suit the ships hull reflected radar effectively. It had fooled her light based sensors until it was close, some kind of reflective hull, maybe? Its dark silhouette blended into the night sky.

    The remnants of adrenaline from the battle made her trigger finger itchy, but for a shuttle to approach this close to a mobile suit without firing was unprecedented. As such, she doubted its hostility.

    "You ar... chsssst... Pand- CHTZZZZZZ..."

    A voice came over her comms for a brief moment. She began playing with the console a bit. It appeared whoever was operating the craft was cycling communications types. The minvovsky field was already too dense for radio based communications. With some luck she was able to try laser communication at the right time and the message played in full.

    "You are in Pandora space. Are you aware of what that means?"

    Her confusion worsened. Luna should have been in the hands of Anaheim Electronics and the Earth Federation. Who or what was Pandora?

    "Copy again. What is your affiliation? E.S.F.S or the Republic of Zeon? Is this Side 4 territory?"

    The last was also a stretch, but Side 4 was the closest space based colony to Luna.
     
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  4. Anakin Skywalker

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    In the silence that briefly ensued, he did not look forward to the prospect of playing starship charades. Projecting written messages likely would not help, given the disparity of languages throughout the... multiverse. He tapped his fingers idly against the lit console, an elbow against his armrest and his chin propped against a hand. If that initial signal failed to reach the pilot of that structure, he supposed he'd already more than fulfilled his civic duty to his fellow kidnappee and was ready to turn around and return to his descent.

    Then, a woman's voice crackled through the speakers. He parsed the unexpected youth of the voice before the words themselves, his brow furrowing further.

    "Neither. None. I don't know those names. You've entered a new dimension, if the concept is familiar." Her civilization seemed reasonably advanced. Considerably advanced compared to the average Pandora fare, which sometimes made explaining in technological terms a little easier. But it was never just easy.

    Their connection was too tenuous to send packets of data-- pictographs, articles, videos-- more complicated than soundwaves, and he couldn't guess what sort of terminal she had access to in that man-shaped craft. His fingers hovered over the broadcast switch again, an uncertain from tugging on the corners of his lips. This could spell trouble. Strangers always had that chance of turning into trouble.

    He pressed the switch, after a close-lipped sigh. "You'll have a simpler time making sense of it all on Elysium. Follow me to the surface." With that, he tugged on the control yoke and began to pull the ship toward the monochromatic, lunar landscape. The strange girl in her strange ship could either find her answers with him, or someplace else.