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Lunar Orbit Encounter

Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Marida Cruz, Jun 20, 2018.

  1. Marida Cruz

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    Summer - June 2 Year 7
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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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    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.
     
  5. Marida Cruz

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    A return signal at last. A voice crackled through the speakers becoming clearer as the speaker, an older male, continued.

    With comms off she gazed outward toward the lunar surface. "Elysium?" She wondered, but her eyes wandered to the cluster of buildings in the distance. The shuttle began to drift away, toward an approach pattern it seemed as the Mobile Suits OS began trying to predict the objects movement.

    He hand hovered over the communication toggle. She still hadn't been able to process what exactly the shuttle pilot had said. A new world. Yet, both her mobile suits sensors and her own innate senses told her the planet she looked at was real. Indoctrination and training took over, keeping her from freezing. She flipped-on the switch and replied in a robotic monotone.

    "Understood. I will follow."

    The mobile suit spun an rotated till it was horizontal to the shuttle. The four large binders closed around the mobile suit concealing its humanoid shape. Its outline appeared now to be like a closed rose or a plant-pod shaped shuttle in its own right. Even the feet of the machine looked like large thrusters now.

    Pressing a few more keys she activated a laser beam to follow the shuttle. Harmless and in a non-visible spectrum, it was to judge the distance between the ships and assist her automated systems keep them at a safe following distance.

    She leaned back into her seat and gave a large, slow, exhale. Fog grew on the corner of her helmets visor before the new air rushing in cleared it. She closed her eyes and reached out.

    The ships psycommu systems activated and assisted her senses. She felt the world around her, as if she were the suit and looked around. She saw the colony below, looking as though it had undergone major construction. Other small ships bustled in the distance, much like the civilian craft of her world. None of these were familiar.

    Her mind then wandered to the ship in front of her. She traced her thoughts along the hull, examining it almost as though she were there. It was recent too. Something about it felt, hand-crafted? Maybe a prototype? Information like this was fuzzy, unlike her spacial awareness.

    Her minds eye then floated toward the cockpit of the device and she froze.

    "...You?"

    She felt something there. It was as if it was both alike and unlike anything she had felt before and it seemed- aware.
     
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    In the uneventful transit back to planet- (moon?-) side, and laughably mundane compared to what he first saw of the vessel, he felt the pinpricks of an inexplicable intuition along the back of his neck. The presence of what had to be the girl seemed to stir behind him, as if she had reached out intangibly. In his old universe, he would have considered the presence of the Force, but here there were psys and telepaths functioning beyond the will of it.

    Though it no longer unnerved Anakin- Vader, so he had been at the time- as much as before, he still felt a churning of subtle apprehension. The Force was familiar. He could guard his mind against it like something he could see with his eyes; these other elements were considerably less known to him, and who knew what they could spy in the private recesses of his mind?

    Still, he was resigned to respond back, after pause.

    "Me."

    The spacecraft touched down onto a landing pad a ways from the much busier center of the station, but close enough for the shuttle system to still ferry them where they needed to go from there. As for where that would be, exactly, he was still unsure of. He'd find out soon enough.

    The girl would eventually find him seated on the ramp connecting to the open entryway of his ship, Bee-Tee making odd beeps and clicks behind him in what was probably a largely one-sided conversation. He wore no helmet-- the air was crisp, clean, breathable in spite of the striking lunar landscape, if not appropriately chill. He didn't seem to mind it, even as his breath misted out into the darkness. His blue eyes were furrowed up at that black sky, back toward the space they had come from, before they settled back to her again with a blink.

    Well, he didn't know what he'd expected, but that was a girl all right.

    "That," he started, pointed toward a particularly big and bright star eastbound (for the moment), "Is where the rest of Pandora resides. The place they call Pandora's Box, though all of this is arguably Pandora's Box. We exist here in a dimension comprehensively separate from wherever you came from."
     
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  7. Marida Cruz

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    Marida pulled her mind back to her mobile suit after the shuttle pilots response. It was never her intention to contact him and she didn't know what to make of his ability to respond. He wasn't a newtype, she was mostly sure of that. As before, it felt different.

    The grey moon and the distant station came closer and closer. Marida was examining the magnified images of the lunar base when alerts fired off and the Kshatriya shook slightly. She couldn't believe it, what she had seen in orbit was true. They were flying in atmosphere. She keyed commands and the mobile suits thrusters adjusted for flying in atmosphere and gravity.

    It wasn't long before their flight ended. She took manual control and moved her mobile suit over to the empty platform by the shuttle. The robot like machine pitched and landed back in a vertical stance so that the legs took the full weight. The binders still held close to the machine; Marida imagined it was hard to tell it was a humanoid machine unless you were looking at it from the right angle, such as just between two of the pod like binders or directly above. Not that it mattered to the shuttle pilot, he had seen her in combat.

    She set the thrusters and engines to cooldown but didn't fully power off the machine. All of this was unreal and she had no idea what to expect in the next five minutes. She double checked the ammo in her pistol for good measure and placed it back in the holster on her side. She unbuckled and stepped toward the door of the bubble shaped cockpit. The omni-directional screen shut down and the cockpit door opened in front of her. She took her first few steps carefully, making sure she kept her balance as it had been months since she had last been in gravity.

    She exited the cockpit at the torso of the massive machine. She looked down at the landing pad below. It was wide and flat, clearly meant for more traditional craft and not mobile suits. Thankfully, her mobile suit was equipped with an auto-ladder, which she grabbed hold of and let take her to the ground.

    Moments later she made her way to the bench where she presumed sat the pilot of the shuttle. The most unbelievable thing she had seen so far was his lack of helmet. Her eyes widened as she pulled back a latch on her pilot suits arm. The oxygen sensor was green. She never could have imagined a lunar atmosphere, but a breathable atmosphere one at that? Completely unreal.

    She gingerly unlatched her helmet, and let her hair fall free. The air was cold but nothing stopped her from breathing smoothly.

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    Her eyes followed his hand to Pandora's Box as he spoke. There it twinkled in the distance, a planet so much farther from this moon than the Earth was from Luna; not to mention the constellations. The last piece of irrefutable evidence.

    "I cannot deny any of what you are telling me."

    Had she not had the flight to give her time to prepare the shock would have been even worse. With time, she was able to continue.

    "My name is Marida Cruz, I'm a mobile suit pilot and operative for an organization know as the Sleeves - A remnant faction of the former separatist nation called the Principality of Zeon."

    Marida looked back at Pandora's box before adding dryly.

    "Though none of that matters here."

    She waited to see what this man would say next. He looked human, but she still wasn't sure given what had she felt. The thing next to him was an oddity as well, it looked far more advanced than the Haro toy robots that were common "back home". It's mono-eye made it appear reminiscent of Zeon mobile suits.
     
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  8. Anakin Skywalker

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    These strange, unprompted encounters were a simple part of life now. He'd come to expect it. At times his ability to still be surprised managed to surprise him. That oversized lightsaber was last incident he could think of, and now when the girl who was definitely a human passing girl removed her helmet, he didn't know if he ought to have been surprised less or more if she had turned out to be a mind-boggling alien lifeform instead.

    What was it about humans or the human-adjacent that seemed to dominate nearly every corner of the multiverse they touched?

    Before he allowed his thoughts to wander into abhorrent philosophical waxing, he nodded his head in a cursory understanding of what she, Marida, had said. The word separatist lingered in his thoughts for a moment longer than the rest. The likeness of her background to something he might have known should have given him more reason to pause, but he knew there was nothing like her or her tech from... home. More coincidences and vague resemblances, if even that, nothing more.

    "Anakin Skywalker. I was once an agent of a Galactic Empire," he replied in kind. A throwaway line he had taken to using whenever he found himself boxed into a position where it was... polite to introduce himself, assuming the other party didn't already have more of that baffling preconceived knowledge about him.

    He didn't linger over it, instead rising to his feet and let his gaze travel up her craft with a brow-knitting, critical eye. "The primary town up there has more suggested procedures for new arrivals. Other than that, you're at what most consider to be a blank slate. A new start." He paused, leveling his eye with her for a moment before nodding to the vessel again. "I'm assuming you won't want to leave that behind."