>>38198872
“The heat signature could give us away if we came down any closer,” Audrey reminds her. “And abusing our stealth systems that early could tip them off and give them time to prepare a response.”

“That was our understanding,” Karen agrees. “I'm handing things off to Ops for now. No matter what you run into down there, come back alive. That's an order.”

“Yes, ma'am,” you reply calmly. “There was some terrain down there that looked promising. Noel? Can you check out the approach from the south for fixed artillery positions?”

“One moment,” Anderson replies tersely. “Yes. There's a wooded ridge to the south, about three miles out.”

“That'll be our first objective,” you declare. “Haman, please set that as a waypoint.”

“Got it, Dom.”

“Noel, distribute that data for me. Everyone else, fall in and stand by for launch.”

After the familiar sensation of massive acceleration, you and Carrina fall in next to each other as you hurtle towards the Earth. Since it's already close enough to fill your view you can't say it's getting “bigger”, but the features on the ground are getting noticeably more pronounced as you fall. Somewhere behind you Ilia Pazom and Marida launch, followed immediately by Cynthia and Diana. They'll come down a few minutes after your own team, giving you the chance to secure the DZ if necessary.

“Thirty seconds to radio silence, deploying ballute,” Carrina eventually announces as a hemispheric shell of heat-treated balloon cells expands out from the Viola's arm.

“Also deploying,” you reply, punching in the commands on a small keypad you your left. “Talk to you three later.”

And then, silence.
(2/3)

>>38198872
>No Thor shots

Shit plan/10. Nothing beats overkill.

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>>38198872
>anyone who tried to interrupt your orbital assault on the Leipzig Newtype Research Lab would have to have a death wish.
Still would make for a grand introduction, if I were a certain Jovian man.

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>>38198992
In your mind you can feel that Carrina and Rossweisse are fine, though Rosse's always seemed nervous at the prospect of falling nearly a hundred miles through the atmosphere. And she's perfectly right to be: even with the ballute acting as your heat shield, and eve with the gas units venting coolant, it's starting to get warm in the Lilium's tandem cockpit. The interior of your machine glows red as an ionization trail forms in your wake, the air itself catching fire as you plummet deeper into the ever-thickening atmosphere beneath you. Tongues of brighter orange flame flicker and dance around the edges of your protective ballute.

The vibration in your seat build as the Lilium is buffeted by crosswinds and patches of turbulent air, but things seem to be going smoothly so far.

“Sixty seconds till we fire retros,” Audrey announces from the cockpit of the Iris. “Prep for separation.”

“Aye,” you reply, fingers hovering over the controls. When Audrey finally gives you the signal you flare the extra thrusters mounted all around the Lilium and Iris into life, before righting it midair and pushing the throttle up to full reverse. The whole machine shakes violently under the strain of deceleration, and all around your panoramic monitors you can see the trees and low hills of the Saxon countryside.

“This could get rough!” you comment nervously as you eye the rush of oncoming trees, all the while mentally preparing yourself to fire all of your thrusters should the ballute systems fail now.

“Hang on!”

>Roll 3d10, target DC is a modest 5.

Rolled 9, 9, 8 = 26 (3d10)

>>38199042
I'm assuming we couldn't use waverider mode to land for fear of heat signature giving us away?

Rolled 9, 6, 5 = 20 (3d10)

>>38199042
Here we go...

>>38199025
Don't worry. He's crowned Glemy his queen. He'll be fighting with Puru 2 for Glemy's affection

>>38199065
Holy shit.

>>38199065
Nice

>>38199065
>>38199066
I don't really need a third roll, since even a critfail wouldn't stop two crit successes.

>writing

Rolled 3, 1, 10 = 14 (3d10)

>>38199042
At the last moment before you hit the forest canopy, you spot a problem: a talus cone of debris. After the second world war piles of reinforced concrete from bunkers and bricks from bombed-out buildings were dumped in the forests all over Europe, and Germany had a *lot* of that sort of debris lying around. The pile of junk you're headed for may not be enough to damage your machine to any real degree, but some of your more sensitive systems probably wouldn't appreciate the shock.

Even as the proximity alarms blare you're on the controls, pushing the Lilium out into a spinning roll to one side. You crush an unfortunate elm tree that happens to have grown up in the wrong place, but otherwise the landing is smooth. None of the amber warning lights from your joint surfaces or detection equipment come on, so you quickly purge the extra thruster equipment. It'd just interfere with the airflow around your separated forms if you're forced to transform with it on.

"Not bad," Haman observes as she pops off her helmet and unzips her pilot suit a little, clearly planning for a long couple of hours in the rather snug cockpit. "Last time you did this you broke your nose, right?"

You hear Audrey laugh over the comms. "That's right... man, you looked like a mess."

Haman merely shrugs. "You're laughing alot for someone who was half-panicked when it happened."

"She has a point, Audrey," Carrina agrees as her machine approaches. "Were we spotted, you think?"

"Doubtful," Rossweisse replies...
>Rolling for QM-ing related things

Rolled 3, 6, 10 = 19 (3d10)

>>38199453
"... though I did catch a glimpse of something on the way down," she admits. "To the north, it seemed like there might be an unreported military presence."

>Roll me an additional 3d10, DC 4. Basically a formality, but one you could still succeed at or fail massively.

Rolled 5, 2, 3 = 10 (3d10)

>>38199495

Rolled 5, 3, 3 = 11 (3d10)

>>38199495

Rolled 9, 1, 2 = 12 (3d10)

>>38199495

Rolled 1, 2, 6 = 9 (3d10)

>>38199495

Motherfucker.

>>38199507
>>38199510
>>38199511
... wow. Okay.

>writing

>>38199507
>>38199510
>>38199511
>>38199528


And that is a fail right?

Rolled 6, 2, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>38199535
Yep. One critical success.

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>>38199535
We accidentally dropped on top of a military drill.

A military drill involving Cyber-Newtypes.

>>38199507
>>38199510
>>38199511
>>38199528
Go away Wrenloft.

>>38199495
"Anything more definitive than that?" you press.

"No," Rosse admits. "I didn't get a good look at it."

"Well, switch on the Minovsky scanners," you order. "See if we can pick anything up."

When your teammates follow your orders, you're surprised by the results.

"Heavy interference?" Audrey mutters. "Damn, it's so thick you could cut it with a knife."

"We had ten to twenty miles of range under good atmospheric conditions," Haman points out. "So that puts the airport far enough north to be a problem."

Suddenly, four fast-moving contacts appear on your scanners: your second team, falling rapidly to Earth just five miles high. It seems that's the maximum range your sensors will operate at right now with whatever's interfering with them.

"Jeez," you mutter. "We've got five miles of sensor range right now, assuming that's Third. Something's screwing with us."

"Could be Titans has learned to counter the Minovsky scanner," Haman suggests. "Though I hope it's something else."

Not too much later, and Ilia and the Puru clones make landfall nearby. All four machines and pilots seem like they're in good shape.

"We're here," Ilia hails you. "What's the plan of attack? I spotted a lowland marsh that runs all the way to the main river, right where we need to go."

"Or we could take the route straight to the overwatch point," Carrina adds. "It'd get us set up a bit faster, but moving through the suburbs may get us noticed."

"The wetlands also take us close to the airport," Aurdrey warns you. "If we went that route we'd need to keep a low profile."

>Wait for nightfall, move along the wetlands.
>Wait for nightfall, fly over the suburbs.
>Move closer to the suburbs, but wait for nightfall to cross on the ground.
>Other?

>>38199811
>>Wait for nightfall, move along the wetlands.

>>38199811
>Wait for nightfall, move along the wetlands.

>>38199811
>>Wait for nightfall, move along the wetlands.

>>38199811
>Wait for nightfall, move along the wetlands.
I'm not comfortable with walking combat mobile suits into a suburb, and flight would give us away.

Rolled 1, 3, 8 = 12 (3d10)

>>38199811
Have the Sisters and Rosse scout out our surroundings and try and get a fix on that jammer. Twins futuresight is bullshit. Rest of us dig Zaku sized foxholes and wait for the inevitable shitshow.

>>38199811
"We'll wait for darkness and follow the wetlands," you order. "From there we can follow the river south towards the overwatch point."

"Got it," Marida replies. "Should we dig in, maybe?"

"Probably no need," Cynthia replies. "Not for an hour or two."

"Right, everyone keep low, and keep an eye on your sensors," you add.

Minutes tick by. The sun sinks towards the horizon, and the shadows all around you deepen. The forest is quiet and empty, and darkens quickly. A bit of glow in the distance to the north tells you there's a city there, but aside from that there are few if any signs of human activity.

As the minutes add up into an hour and a half or so, it's finally dark enough for you to start heading southeast.

"Stay low," Carrina reminds your team. "Move slow, keep your heat emissions down."

"Carrina," you reply, "keep an eye on your sensors. I want a good reading as we pass the airport. Got it?"

"Right, Dom," the sisters reply as one. "I'll take our northern flank."

>dice +3d10, DC 5.
>And yes, you picked the route with the lowest DC to stay hidden

Rolled 8, 7, 2 = 17 (3d10)

>>38200397

Rolled 3, 9, 2 = 14 (3d10)

>>38200397

>>38200397
Dice Gods! GUIDE MY ROLL!

Rolled 9, 2, 3 = 14 (3d10)

>>38200452
Welp. Guess they didn't want me rolling Then.

>>38200452
You are a false prophet, the Dice Gods are a superstition.

Rolled 2, 2, 4 = 8 (3d10)

>>38200397

>>38200397
It takes much longer than usual to pick your way through the marsh, but it actually pays off. Your mobile suits manage to stay low enough and dark enough that a casual passerby might not notice them from much more than a hundred yards. Strange, you never thought something this massive could possibly be sneaky under gravity.

"We're passing by the Leipzig airport," Carrina announces. "I've got... well, shit. Sixteen contacts, all mobile suits."

"Seems like Titans brought security for the Labs," Rosse concludes. "No idea what class of machines they are."

"Any attack on the labs will bring those guys into play," Cynthia mutters to herself. "Can we really leave 'em at our backs?"

"If we attacked, there's a good chance that the Newtype Lab itself could manage a response," Ilia reminds her.

"A lab?" Diana asks. "With enough weapons to face all of us?"

>We divert to the airport. Scout the premises on foot, then decide.
>We divert to the airport, scan it from as close as we can get, then decide.
>We divert to the airport and attack. We'll have the advantage.
>Stick to the plan. Make for the position overlooking the Leipzig lab.

>>38200906
>We divert to the airport, scan it from as close as we can get, then decide.

>>38200906
>>We divert to the airport, scan it from as close as we can get, then decide.

>>38200906
>>We divert to the airport. Scout the premises on foot, then decide.

>>38200906
>>We divert to the airport, scan it from as close as we can get, then decide.

>>38200906
>We divert to the airport, scan it from as close as we can get, then decide.

>>38200906
>We divert to the airport, scan it from as close as we can get, then decide.
Sixteen might not be the grand total number. Gotta consider the possibility that a couple or so of them are sortied out and patrolling the lab vicinity right at this moment.

It would also depend on what particular MS they're fielding. Base jabber equipped or transformation capable suits are particular stuff we need to look out for. But if it's OYW era suits or just Quels and Hizacks, we've got some leeway at least.

>>38200906
Alright, seems we're diverting to observe.

3d10, DC is 5 due to their lax defensive posture.

Rolled 5, 9, 1 = 15 (3d10)

>>38201189
Lets hope for something decent.

Rolled 8, 1, 8 = 17 (3d10)

>>38201189

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Rolled 5, 10, 7 = 22 (3d10)

>>38201189
Haman-sama, bless this roll.

>>38201223
Not GREAT rolls individually, but it's good enough for a crit success.

>writing

>>38201223

Haman Delivers...

>>38201223
Haman-sama banzai!

>>38200906
It's not far off your intended path to divert to the airport, which thankfully faces a wooded hillside. Just before its crest you and Carrina lower your machines to the dirt and rely on the zoom optics in their heads.

After several minutes you shoot a contact link from one of the Lilium's hands.

"What've you got?"

"We've identified at least six Quels," Carrina tells you. "The hangar facilities seem big enough to have subflight units for them. There are also four machines which look like Hizacks modified for high performance."

"They're carrying unusual beam weapons," you add. "Haman? Those look like any Zeon designs you know of?"

She shakes her head. "It looks like it'd be a Zeon design, but then again so does a lot of Titans tech."

"It's long," Rosse comments. "Its stock seems like it has a beam emitter."

"It's not just a regular old Hizack," Audrey concludes. "Then there's the Gaplants."

"At least two," you sigh. "Possibly more. It's a real mixed bag, but they've got numbers on their side and enough upgraded machines and subflight systems to pose a threat."

"I'm not sure anymore," Carrina admits. "It feels bad to leave something like this for later."

>We'll attack, then.
>We'll set up Third team to handle them. We'll have the element of surprise.
>Having the Nagato bombard the base is overkill and risks collateral damage, but it may be worth it.

>>38201476
>>We'll set up Third team to handle them. We'll have the element of surprise.

>>38201476
>We'll attack, then.
to many to risk dividing our numbers

>>38201476
>>Having the Nagato bombard the base is overkill and risks collateral damage, but it may be worth it.

Purge the Titans.

>>38201476
>Having the Nagato bombard the base is overkill and risks collateral damage, but it may be worth it.

I recommend synchronizing the bombardment with our immediate moment of attack on the lab though. No need to startle them at this point.

>>38201621
This

>>38201621
If its possible, I'd prefer to go with this.

Orbital bombardment makes everything better.

>>38201476
"When the time comes we'll have to ask Karen to bombard the shit out of this place," you tell your team. "For now we should keep moving."

"Agreed," Carrina replies as your two machines crawl backwards to remain unseen as you withdraw.

You quickly report your discovery to Ilia and the Purus before moving on towards the river, which unfortunately flows past a small suburban community. The lights there tell you that people are still going about an evening of shopping, dining, and otherwise ordinary life.

This is probably going to make it tougher to slip by unseen.

>Submerge as deeply as you can, move along the deepest parts of the river. None of your machines are water-proofed, but you should be able to handle it.
>Move along the far shore, away from the lights. Low chances of being spotted by civilians, but may expose you to military surveillance.
>Back up, leap over the little suburb. You're not sure how the risk/reward balance feels on the this one, but if it works you'd disappear against the darkened sky, and Carrina's eye could give you a shot.
>Wait until after midnight when there are fewer people around (smallest chance of discovery by a civilian, but burns time).

>>38202003
>>Back up, leap over the little suburb. You're not sure how the risk/reward balance feels on the this one, but if it works you'd disappear against the darkened sky, and Carrina's eye could give you a shot.

>>38202003
>>Back up, leap over the little suburb. You're not sure how the risk/reward balance feels on the this one, but if it works you'd disappear against the darkened sky, and Carrina's eye could give you a shot.

Let's take a leap of faith.

>>38202003
>Move along the far shore, away from the lights. Low chances of being spotted by civilians, but may expose you to military surveillance.

>>38202003
>>Back up, leap over the little suburb. You're not sure how the risk/reward balance feels on the this one, but if it works you'd disappear against the darkened sky, and Carrina's eye could give you a shot.

>>38202003
>>Submerge as deeply as you can, move along the deepest parts of the river. None of your machines are water-proofed, but you should be able to handle it.

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>Submerge as deeply as you can, move along the deepest parts of the river. None of your machines are water-proofed, but you should be able to handle it.

Our machines survived space and atmospheric re-entry, yet balks at simple H2O.
Bellri makes water bombs work superbly though.

>>38202003
>Going with LEAP OF FAITH
>writing

>>38202003
"This is gonna sound stupid," you admit, "but what if we just jumped over the whole suburb here?"

"That's pretty dumb," Haman agrees, "but it could actually work. And if it did there'd be no chance of accidentally shorting anything in the water."

"I hate it," Ilia counters. "But jumping the river here is just as obvious."

"Our machines aren't water-proofed," Cynthia points out. "We'll have to jump somewhere at some point anyway."

"Can you tell us when to jump?" you ask Carrina. "Use your magic Newtype eye thingy?"

There's an audible pause. "We really need to come up with a cooler name for it," Carrina replies with a sigh, "but yeah. I can do it. Just wait for my signal."

"Everyone, get in position," you order. "Make the jump on Carrina's mark."

Nothing happens.

You sit in your cockpit, body tensed, feeling Carrina's mind as she focuses on the task at hand, drinking in every detail of the dozens of possible futures which have yet to occur.

Seconds pass into minutes.

"JUMP!" Carrina shouts over her comm. The six mobile suits of your two teams leap into the night sky, with Ilia's modified Barzam lagging a second behind.

>3d10, DC 8.

Rolled 6, 8, 7 = 21 (3d10)

>>38202394
This is so stupid. Oh, I wish I hadn't been at dinner during this vote.

Rolled 9, 7, 4 = 20 (3d10)

>>38202394

Rolled 10, 9, 1 = 20 (3d10)

>>38202394

Rolled 7, 3, 7 = 17 (3d10)

>>38202394

>>38202441
Saved it. Thanks, anon.

>>38202441
White men *can* jump!

>>38202441
Guess that old saying about the gods favoring women, children and idiots is true, considering everyone in the group falls into at least one of those categories.

>>38202394
Your mobile suits sail through the night sky as you tap your thrusters to adjust your course. The whole suburb slides silently below you, and you finally land gently on the far side next to what looks like a small mom-and-pop salvage yard.

Oddly enough, the little girl you dropped in on in the middle of walking her dog doesn't seem to mind the intrusion.

"Ah, so it's this one," Carrina says over the comm, baffling you and your teammates before waving Ilia and the Purus on.

The girl, however, waves happily at your gundam as you stare at her on the screen, completely nonplussed. With no real idea what else to do, you wave back before putting one finger to the "face" of your mobile suit.

Zooming in shows you that the girl gives you an understanding nod before turning her puppy the other way and walking back towards her home.

"That was... actually kind of cute," Haman mutters to nobody in particular. "Always had a soft spot for kids."

"Didn't pin you as the type," Audrey replies as you turn to catch up with your team. Haman remains silent in thought.

Finally, after three hours of creeping a silently as six giant robotic killing machines can, you reach your destination: a large, wooded park on a hillside overlooking the river, with a clear line of sight into the forest where the Leipzig Lab is located.

"Perfect," Marida half-sings to herself. "We can see *everything* from here!"

"Yeah, but at the top of the hill can't everyone see us?" Diana asks.

>Marida's right. Post up on the hilltop for the best possible view. Getting skylined is a risk you'll have to take.
>Diana has a point. Get to the far side of the hill and use it as cover, stay hull-down even when firing.
>The north side of the hill has more trees, meaning better cover from the air. Position yourselves there and stay in that cover.
>Other?

>lost my internet there for a few minutes... again. If this keeps up I'll need to move to the lab.

>>38202697
>Diana has a point. Get to the far side of the hill and use it as cover, stay hull-down even when firing.

>>38202697
>>Diana has a point. Get to the far side of the hill and use it as cover, stay hull-down even when firing.

Getting skylined usually equals getting shot. Let's keep the imoutos as safe as reasonably possible.

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>>38202697
>The north side of the hill has more trees, meaning better cover from the air. Position yourselves there and stay in that cover.

Also
>little girl
>walking her dog
... gee, that ain't ominous at all.

>>38202697
>>The north side of the hill has more trees, meaning better cover from the air. Position yourselves there and stay in that cover.

>>38202697
>>Diana has a point. Get to the far side of the hill and use it as cover, stay hull-down even when firing.
>>38202856
[URGE TO SELF DESTRUCT RISING]

>>38202697
>>Diana has a point. Get to the far side of the hill and use it as cover, stay hull-down even when firing.

>>38202697
>The north side of the hill has more trees, meaning better cover from the air. Position yourselves there and stay in that cover.
Titans love flying machines, we need to be screened from the air.

>>38202786
>>38202806
>>38202891
>>38202944
Hull-down position

>>38202856
>>38202884
>>38202969
Concealment.

>writing

>>38203042
"Marida, Cynthia, Diana. I want you just on the far side of the crest in a hull-down position oriented north," you order, catching the three young women somewhat off guard with your suddenly serious tone. "Ilia, I want you positioned behind them. Watch for for a flanking run. If your position is compromised fall back into the woods for concealment."

"Got it," Marida replies.

Ilia's Barzam flashes you a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, I'll watch your backs."

You also take a moment to contact the Nagato. The connection is weak, but you manage to convince Karen to hit the Titans forces as they sortie out over the river and marshlands to the north of your position. ALICE runs the numbers, and determines that ship-to-ship missiles are the only weapon in the Nagato's arsenal capable of making such a strike through atmospheric perturbations and at that distance.

"Which leaves us," Rosse observes. "Are we bait, or a striking force?"

>We'll lure the Titans force out and engage them, which will force the Matabiri to sortie.
>We'll attack the Lab itself, force the Matabiri to sortie immediately. ALICE and our second team can handle the rest.
>We'll use the stealth field to infiltrate, and strike as we see fit when we're discovered.
>Other?

>>38203265
>>We'll use the stealth field to infiltrate, and strike as we see fit when we're discovered.

We will win but never fight...

>>38203265
>>We'll use the stealth field to infiltrate, and strike as we see fit when we're discovered.

>>38203265
>We'll use the stealth field to infiltrate, and strike as we see fit when we're discovered.

See if we can't catch them with their pants down... so to speak...
We might even get super lucky and have the opportunity to Jack their shit...

>>38203265
>>We'll use the stealth field to infiltrate, and strike as we see fit when we're discovered.

If we can get close before the group is detected, we might be able to prevent the Matabiri from being sortied in the first place. It takes time to get something like that up and running, and if we're lucky on dice rolls, we might come across it in the middle of maintenance. Something that big and complex must need to be serviced fairly often...

>>38203265
>>We'll use the stealth field to infiltrate, and strike as we see fit when we're discovered.

>>38203347
That's the Art of War.

Rolled 8, 2, 7 = 17 (3d10)

>>38203265
"We'll sneak in," you reply. "Use our stealth systems to evade any detection equipment they may have long enough to find the best way to attack them."

Haman nods in front of you. "Know your enemy and you need not fear a hundred battles."

"Bullshit," Carrina insists. "A man who's not afraid to die is an idiot... but point taken. Rushing in seems like a mistake."

"Let's cross the river," you offer. "Engage stealth and move in quick."

"Right," Haman replies. "Stealth field engaged. We should be able to run it plenty long enough for this op."

>roll me 3d10, DC is at 5.
>QM will also roll for MORE QM-y things.

Rolled 8, 8, 1 = 17 (3d10)

>>38203789

Rolled 7, 9, 3 = 19 (3d10)

>>38203789

Rolled 1, 1, 4 = 6 (3d10)

>>38203789

Rolled 2, 1, 9 = 12 (3d10)

>>38203789

>>38203819
>>38203825
Nice. Also, something interesting will happen.

>writing

>>38203872
>Nice. Also, something interesting will happen.
It's a Gundam!

>>38203910
no, kijin, you are the gundam

>>38203789
With your stealth jammers active and given the late hour, the oldtype staff of the lab has no idea you're coming. You make it to the boundaries of their grounds undetected, and cling to the edge of the forest where it's been cleared to build the series of buildings that house the testing and fabrication facilities.

"Two main fabrications plants, two hangars," Rosse observes. "Two civilian barracks, a smaller barracks, an office building and mess hall."

"Then there's that large domed building," Haman mutters. "Somehow I feel that's where the Newtype testing is centered."

"You're not wrong," Carrina replies. "I can feel at least two newtypes in there. One's even all-natural."

"And the other is like me," Rossweisse finishes the thought. "A cyber-newtype... and she knows we're here."

"She's not doing anything though," you point out. "And the natural newtype is just... he doesn't even know we're here."

"Must be dumber than a bag of rocks," Haman shakes her head. "How could he not notice SIX of us out here?"

>The cyber-newtype hasn't reacted yet. Maybe we could try contacting her?
>This is our chance. If we strike the hangars there's a chance for a decisive blow.
>We still don't know enough. We need to confirm the location of the Matabiri.
>Other?

>>38204027
>>The cyber-newtype hasn't reacted yet. Maybe we could try contacting her?
We've done stupider shit

>>38204027
>The cyber-newtype hasn't reacted yet. Maybe we could try contacting her?


>He
Ruh-roh

>>38204027
>The cyber-newtype hasn't reacted yet. Maybe we could try contacting her?

>>38204027
So that's probably Serein and Ein. Hmm. This could be bad. I say we focus on the mission, then once we've gotten the recon contact her.

>We still don't know enough. We need to confirm the location of the Matabiri.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>38204027
>We still don't know enough. We need to confirm the location of the Matabiri.
If the Titans are taking plays from the Zeon playbook of mobile armor usage, it's probably underground the domed building.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>38204027
>>The cyber-newtype hasn't reacted yet. Maybe we could try contacting her?

Will the dice gods let Dom pick up yet another girl?

>>38204027
>>We still don't know enough. We need to confirm the location of the Matabiri.
>The cyber-newtype hasn't reacted yet. Maybe we could try contacting her?

>>38204106
No, she's already set on Sig Wedner. I doubt she'll be a waifu. More likely she'll become a sister figure for Rossweisse to bond with.

>>38204027
>The cyber-newtype hasn't reacted yet. Maybe we could try contacting her?

Diplomancing Powers Go!!!

chances we end up trying to recruit her?

>>38204027
>>We still don't know enough. We need to confirm the location of the Matabiri.

>>38204183
I meant more as a recruit and friend than a waifu. I really should have clarified.

>>38204106
I am more interested in Matabiri.

>>38204194
>>38204276
There's a chance, if you say the right things and roll well. As for waifuing her, it's almost a 100% guaranteed nope

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>>38204311
Even half a slice of that delicious pancake would be enough material for three mobile suits, I think.

One for Ilia and Chris each plus one reserve, or three for the Purus.

>>38204327
Good. I don't want to even try to waifu. No point in pissing off Sig. Especially since I'm sure that with the technical advancements we've made in this timeline the Sisquiede is going to be thoroughly badass. I want that on our side, not fighting against us. Pissing off Ein is probably inevitable, though. But fuck that guy, he's a douche. He's the anti-Dom, more or less.

>>38204027
Well, whoever the cyber-newtype is she hasn't alerted anyone yet, and she seems almost indifferent to your presence. So attacking right at this moment seems like it would be a rush.

"Maybe try and make contact with her?" you suggest. "Couldn't hurt."

Haman sighs. "Seriously? I mean, I know talking to people seems to work for you every damn time, but still. It feels like some day it's gonna backfire."

"Honestly I'd prefer a dialogue as well," Rossweisse admits. "And she would likely know where the Matabiri is."

"Okay, so how do we talk to her?" Audrey asks. "We're here, she's over there."

>Use the Force, Dom.
>Try and radio her?
>Get out and go over there on foot? Your uniform can still pass for Titans, and let's face it: your attitude and bearing still intimidates "normal" people.
>Try and get her to come to you.
>Other?

>>38204443
>Use the Force, Dom.
Safest option, I think.

>>38204443
>>Use the Force, Dom.

>>38204443
>>Use the Force, Dom.

>>38204443
>Try and radio her?
Force option seems risky.

>>38204443
>>Use the Force, Dom.

>>38204443
>Try and get her to come to you.
>Use the Force, Dom.

>Other?
Project the feelings of happiness/contentment from the cyber newtypes in our care. For now, go with Rosse since she's the one willing to reach out as well in this case. It might be enough to pique the interest of the recipient and make her approach us in curiousity.
Also good practice for a unified thought on the team when we eventually need to use the Psychoframe in the far future.

>>38204624
I like this

>>38204624
I just know we're going to have to deflect an asteroid or giant laser sooner or later. It is inevitable.

Rolled 6, 9, 4 = 19 (3d10)

>>38204443
"Rossweisse," you announce. "Get her to come over here."

"Huh?" she starts. "Me? I can't!"

"Sure you can," you insist. "You used to be in a similar position, so she may be more able to relate to you."

"But my brainwaves..." she begins hesitantly. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but things that would be easy for you aren't for the rest of us."

You're taken aback by her words. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"She means you put out the most brainwaves out of all of us," Haman replies. "A little less than Carya and Catrina put together, if the data we've compiled is correct."

"So in terms of raw power, you're the single greatest newtype yet discovered," Carrina replies. 'Though your control has always been average at best."

"So can we work together, maybe?" you ask Rossweisse. In response the escape hatch on the Sericea pops open, and the whole machine takes a knee. Rossweisse climbs out of the cockpit and moves towards you.

You kneel and scoop her up in the Lilium's hand and pop the hatch open, the panoramic monitors not quite aligning with the edges of your view outside. You meet Rosse's eyes briefly as she climbs in with you and Haman. For her part, Haman clears out space for her friend and sits in the Lilium's palm.

"I've never heard of this being done," you admit as Haman watches interestedly.

"We'll figure something out," Rosse reassures you.

>roll 3d10 for me, target DC is a 7.

Rolled 2, 1, 7 = 10 (3d10)

>>38204999

Come on!

Rolled 8, 4, 4 = 16 (3d10)

>>38204999

Rolled 10, 2, 9 = 21 (3d10)

>>38204999

>>38205055
Will thats good.

>>38205055
Coming up on the point where I'll have to stop for sleep. Damned human body and its silly biological needs.

>writing

>>38204999
"Relax", you tell Rossweisse. "Try to clear your mind."

You're making this shit up as you go along of course, but it's probably good advice anyway if this is ever going to work.

Which much to your surprise, it does.

Your mind is swiftly assailed by the strange sensation of being three places at once: in your seat, in Haman's usual spot in front of you, and inside a completely different building several hundred feet away. And you quickly discern that you're not alone here with Rossweisse.

"What do you want?" a distorted voice asks, probably female."

>Tell the voice to focus on you more, see if you can deepen or improve the connection
>Explain who you are and what you're trying to do
>Let Rossweisse handle it

>>38205197
>Let Rossweisse handle it
We're just mediating telecom, let Rosse handle it.

>>38205197
>Let Rossweisse handle it
One Cyber-Newtype to another, let's get a dialogue started.

>>38205197
>>Let Rossweisse handle it
And be ready to back her up if need be.

>>38205197
>>Explain who you are and what you're trying to do

>>38205197
>>Let Rossweisse handle it

>>38205197
>>Tell the voice to focus on you more, see if you can deepen or improve the connection

>>38205197
>Let Rossweisse handle it

Dominic O'Hara; Newtype Newtype Communications Operator

>>38205405
Dominic O'Hara; Telephone.

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>>38205421
Oh, you know Dom just likes getting his buttons pushed.

>>38205649
Better than getting his dial rotated.

>>38205197
"Hello?" you think. "Wait, it worked? Awesome. hey, Rosse? You here too?"

"I am."

"Great. All yours."

"You're not like the others," the voice observes. "You're like me... no, perhaps not like me at all."

"You feel empty," Rosse replies. "I remember what that was like."

"So you were like me once?" the voice asks, and you think you detect a hint of uncertainty. "How? If you were as empty and false as I am now, how did you change?"

Rossweisse seems to ponder the point for a moment. "I guess I had the right support and the right encouragement. I have friends and loved ones now, and a reason to live. A reason to be strong and to fight."

"I had that once," the voice replies sadly. "It was taken from me."

"Is there anyone supporting you now?"

"No. I had hoped, but was disappointed."

"Then leave," Rossweisse tells her. "We can break your chains, and maybe help you find your way again."

"I'm sorry," the voice replies shakily. "You seem like nice people. But Ein has figured it out. I can feel it. He knows you contacted me."

"You don't have much time. I'll have to fight you soon. I'm sorry."

>Ask her what she means.
>Break the connection, now.
>Other?

>>38205690
stick a finger in it and turn

>>38205784
>>Ask her what she means.

>>38205784
>Ask her what she means.
>Other?
Who is Ein and what has he done to her?

>>38205870
this

>>38205784
>>Break the connection, now.

>>38205784
>>Other
"Remember, there is always a choice."

>>38205784
>>Other?

Has the natural newtype reacted at all?

>>38205902
This is good too

>Break the connection, now.

Welp, we tried. Time for action now, no need to linger in mental space anymore. There's a battle to fight and a mission to accomplish.
Maybe she'll come back as a biosensor Newtype ghost if she bites it? Who knows.

>>38205784
>>Break the connection, now.

>>38205784

seconding >>38205902

>>38205784
>Break the connection, now.
Get Ross back to her cockpit and Haman back in here. Fast. If we can, though, leave some parting message saying we're sorry it came to this, and that we'll still try to get her out.

>>38205784
>>Other?
"Remember, there is always a choice."

>>38205784
"When the time comes, remember that you always have a choice," you tell the cyber-newtype before severing your connection to her.

You quickly transfer Rossweisse back to her own cockpit, but not before she gives you a few quiet words of gratitude for helping her speak with the still-unknown cyber newtype. Then you hear alarms begin to sound.

You shut the Lilium's cockpit hatch and power the center panel of the monitor back on.

"Haman, what've we got?" you ask.

"Two contacts, emerging from the dome!" she calls.

Audrey calls you from the Iris, her helmeted face appearing in a small window on your HUD.

"I'm contacting Karen, the missile barrage should be coming down in sixty," she tells you.

"Alright, eyes on the prize!" Carrina bellows as the Viola hefts its beam weapon. "Here they come!"

From the side of the domed lab building emerge two mobile suits: a purplish machine stands in front with two large binders at its shoulders like oversized shields, and is clearly piloted by the natural newtype.

Behind him stands the machine piloted by the cyber-newtype you spoke with: white and orange, with strangely angled armor distributed evenly across its frame.

A blip appears on your HUD as the pilot of the rear machine contacts you by laser transmission.

"I'm sorry," she tells you once again.

>roll 3d10, DC 8.

Rolled 5, 1, 5 = 11 (3d10)

>>38206509

Rolled 3, 1, 8 = 12 (3d10)

>>38206509

Rolled 6, 6, 4 = 16 (3d10)

>>38206509
Serene System time.

Rolled 5, 7, 9 = 21 (3d10)

>>38206509
Looks like we're gonna make use of the Biosensor sooner than we think.

Rolled 7, 8, 2 = 17 (3d10)

>>38206509

Rolled 2, 5, 8 = 15 (3d10)

>>38206509

>>38206617
I just hope having multiple Newtypes working together will help minimize the effects of the Tera-S'ono's weapons. It's a dedicated telepathic warfare machine. That's what we're up against now.

Rolled 8 (1d12)

>>38206509
The sudden force of the attack leaves your mind reeling... a direct psychic assault wasn't what you were expecting. You can hear yourself screaming, and you can feel your team in pain. Carya seems unaffected, though Catrina's consciousness feels weak. She probably took some of the strain off her sister so that one of them would remain at peak effectiveness. Haman on the other hand is in a bad way, as are Audrey and Rossweisse. Their emotions swing wildly from ecstasy to rage to despair.

In front of you, the purple machine begins to advance.

>QM rolling on a table of possible outcomes

>>38206704
... oh my.

>writing

>>38206728
That does not leave me feeling good about our chances...

>>38206817
I don't think KoH would fuck us over on one set of bad rolls.

>>38206817
Hopefully its a 'Puru sniping interrupt' oh my rather than a teammate getting hurt or killed kind of oh my...

>>38206704
>>38206728
A vague notion crosses your mind: they're fucking with you.

They made a cyber-newtype and a psychic weapon, and they used these things on you and the people you love. Ergo, they're fucking with you.

You don't like being fucked with. You've never liked being fucked with. Not since you were in school, where you used to beat up much bigger kids for fucking with you. And now you're being fucked with on a basic mental and emotional level.

You smile. Even through the pain, you smile at them. They have no idea what they just did, attacking your loved ones like this. Not just the attack itself, but DARING to use an artificial Newtype to do it. What's more, to do so by making you emotionally unstable? By bringing the worst aspects of your mind and soul out to play?

You begin to laugh. Not a happy sound, not a sound of joy. It's a laughter ringing out from deep within you, a mad cackle that you're sure can be heard from here to low orbit.

Carya seems worried about you as you laugh, but overlooks her own misgivings as it drowns out the painful waves of mental energy emanating from the building behind your rapidly advancing enemies. Audrey seems to recover slightly, as do Haman and Rosse. Not fully, you feel, but enough to fight. That's good. At least one good thing has come out of this.

Your laughter gives the purple suit reason to pause. He can hear you laughing. Good.

You want him to hear. You can feel that this man is twisted by hatred and fear, possibly to the point that he's truly beyond redemption. He's the type of man who holds no qualms about betraying his friends, using the people who love him as tools, and bringing harm to those around him for the sake of power. That's the overwhelming impression you're getting.

He's the opposite of everything you strive to be, and he's hilariously ignorant of what he's just done.

"The purple one is mine," you announce, lunging headlong into battle with another peal of laughter.

>>38207242
And that's it for tonight. Archive is up, and thanks for playing!

When we start tomorrow, we'll be playing as Carya. Because the effects of the mind weapon being developed by Titans here were largely random when used against other Newtypes.

It triggers emotions: an 8 is "homicidal rage".

>>38207332
Can we know what the other ones were, just for lols?

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>>38207242
I'd imagine Haman also won't take too well with that particular brand of attack.
Even Kamille just trying to mentally contact her in canon set her off quite badly.

>>38207332
>an 8 is "homicidal rage"
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

>>38207356
I'm also interested.

>>38207332
You know, I think that even if he wasn't being affected by the Serene System, Dom's response to something like this would still be "homicidal rage". Ein really is the anti-Dom, I can see few scenarios where we wouldn't wind up gunning for him. This is going to be a fun fight. Thanks for running, Hearts. I'm looking forward to tomorrow.

>>38207356
I erase my notes from Word as I go, but 7 was despair, 6 was lust, and 9 was paranoia. 12 was no change, and 1 was simply overreacting. So basically just Dom being himself, except to an irrationally extreme degree.

There were also two that were for nausea and a splitting headache. Rosse got the splitting headache.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>38207356
>>38207415
I guess if 6,7, and 9 corresponds to the sacred numbers of the other Chaos Gods (like with 8 on Khorne); lust, ambition and despair, respectively, might manifest as a result.

Just a wild guess anyway.

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>>38207505
...Pic related.

>>38207550
Alas, KoH answered it before I hit the enter key, so no wizardry from me.

Also, mistaken with ambition being paranoia instead. That might be the most devastating kind of attack out of everything in the list. Imagine all that trust and camaraderie broken in an instant.

>>38207637
The effect on oldtypes tends to be confusion and apathy, as its main goal is to disrupt rational thinking. The unpredictable effects on Newtypes is a bug that's just now become apparent... when they accidentally turned one of the most powerful Newtypes in the setting into a laughing, muderous madman.

Which will wear off at some point on its own, just not enough to save Ein or most of their other pilots. Sera's safe.

Probably.

I'm kind of disappointed we won't get to control berserker Dom fighting the Dezpada. That's going to be an awesome fight. The Dezpada presents an interesting challenge against a Lilium-series machine. It's weapons are primarily physical so our anti-beam defenses won't do any good, and with its tentacles to attack from multiple angles and System Fafnir to help Ein multitask it should be able to keep up with us. Well, as long as we get to see it, even if we don't get to control it, I guess I'll be happy.

>>38207998
Remember, CC has a preference for melee combat, so your RIP AND TEAR desires will be sated just as well.
Besides, I kinda want to see how CC's "future sight" ability performs mechanically in-quest.

>>38207998
>It has tentacles
How lewd.

Rolled 2 (1d12)

>>38208060
Could've been lewder, if KoH rolled a 6.

>>38208074
A hint: someone DID roll a six.

>>38207754
Will the Matabiri be ok? I what to take her home and use her for war or at least get data.

Oh!
>Thread description on suptg is 'assault on the control room'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIAt8eH4BGs

>>38208139
That depends on you.

>>38208094
I don't know how to feel about this.