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It is the year 0068 of the Universal Century. A half century has passed since the earth began moving its burgeoning population into gigantic orbiting space colonies. A new home for mankind, where people are born and raised… and die.

“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb- the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect . . .”
-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0058

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11:35 PM, 21 October, UC 0068
Autonomous Republic of Munzo, Side 3

Something terrible happened today.

None of the adults have told you anything all day, but you could see on their faces that something was wrong. You overheard your older brother say something about a collapse during a speech, but he refused to explain himself before leaving with some important military looking men. He's only a little older than you but everybody treats him so much differently! It isn't fair. Father and mother have been gone since this morning as well, and it was left to the household servants to take care of you all day. They didn't explain anything, attempting to distract you with games and music but only succeeding in putting you more on edge.

Almost as soon as the servants put you to bed you snuck out of your room and back out into quiet halls of the mansion, tiptoeing along through the shadows until you caught sight of a group of adults entering your father’s study…

In the dim light you cannot make out who they are, but as the heavy double doors to the study close behind them you hurry over to try and listen in. You press your ear against the cold wooden door, straining to hear the muffled voices on the other side. It is difficult to make anything out, occasional footsteps and what sounds like the clinking of glass, or perhaps metal, interspersed between quiet conversation. It goes on for awhile, but you can’t hear much of it clearly until the very end.

“...He’s not going to recover…” A deep male voice states matter-of-factly, the rest of the room briefly falling silent.

“...Are you sure there’s nothing that can be done?” A female voice questions uncertainly, a murmur of others joining her soon after.

“I am certain. Now would be a good time to…” The deep voice continues speaking, but the rest of his sentence is too indistinct to make out. You hear heavy footsteps on the other side of the door, slowly growing louder as they approach. You have only a few moments to back away, and your small strides don’t carry you far over the smooth marble floor before you slip, falling in a heap as the great carved wooden door swings wide and reveals an imposing but aged man…

>...Your father, Degwin Zabi.
>...Your father Zeon Zum Deikun’s most trusted physician, Girard.
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>>5414507
>...Your father, Degwin Zabi.
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>>5414507
>...Your father Zeon Zum Deikun’s most trusted physician, Girard.
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>>5414507
>...Your father Zeon Zum Deikun’s most trusted physician, Girard.
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>>5414507
>...Your father Zeon Zum Deikun’s most trusted physician, Girard.

God, plz no Zabi, I wouldn't be able to trust us if we were a part of that cursed family.
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>>5414565
>>5414585
>>5414640
Deikun wins, locking it in.
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>>5414507
>>...Your father Zeon Zum Deikun’s most trusted physician, Girard.
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>>5414565
>>5414585
>>5414640
>>5414762

Girard’s worn, haggard face looks down at you as the old man’s expression shifts from confusion, to mild surprise, and then finally settles upon worry. His wrinkled brow furrows deeply as he kneels down and extends a hand to you, speaking gently.

“What are you doing awake at this hour?” Girard asks, meeting your unsteady gaze. He looks absolutely exhausted.

“I… I just wanted to know...” You begin to explain, but something about the look in his eyes causes your heart to sink and you find yourself unable to speak.

His expression softens as he helps you to get back to your feet, “It’s quite alright, child. I was just about to send for you and the rest of your family. Are you alright? That looked like a hard fall.”

You shake your head and spend a moment adjusting your wrinkled pajamas, “...I’m okay, it wasn’t so bad… What’s going on? Where are father and mother?”

“Right to the point then,” Girard half mumbles before addressing you more clearly, “Your mother and siblings are safe, but I’m afraid that your father is very unwell.”

A horrible sinking feeling grips you, fear taking anything from your mind but for a simple question, “Is he going to be okay?”

“No, I'm very sorry. It is important that you all see him soon.” Girard answers, before turning to the others in the study and waving them out. Among their number are a few of the household servants, one of Girard’s assistant nurses, and a man you recognize as Jimba Ral - one of your father’s closest if quite eccentric friends.

Jimba leads the others out of the room while speaking into a small radio, “Ramba, bring up Astraia and the other children. It’s worth the risk to have them together again, the doctor says there isn’t much time left.”

"Understood, the car should be there in a few minutes." A voice replies over the radio's tinny speaker, static distorting it slightly.

You’re led along through the long hallways of your family's mansion, barely paying attention to what is happening around you as Girard gently guides you onward. Why didn’t anybody tell you what was happening until now? Why did the soldiers leave with Casval earlier without taking you? What is going to happen to father?

You pass by a framed family portrait on one of the walls, oil on canvas, and the image briefly focuses your racing mind. Father, Mother, your older brother Casval, your younger sister Artesia, and…

>Astraia. You’re named after your mother.
>Felix. You’re named after a bodyguard who saved your father’s life a decade ago.
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>>5414792
>Felix. You’re named after a bodyguard who saved your father’s life a decade ago.
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>>5414792
>Felix. You're named after a bodyguard who saved your father's life a decade ago.
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>>5414792
>>5414792
>Felix. You’re named after a bodyguard who saved your father’s life a decade ago.

Let's fucking go new Gundam quets. Thank God the the zabi option lost.
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>>5414794
>>5414798
>>5414850
Locking in Felix. Next part should be posting fairly soon.
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>>5414794
>>5414798
>>5414850

It isn't a long walk.

You're led to a room on the far side of the mansion where your father is being treated. Jimba says something about a 'successful decoy' to whoever it is he’s speaking with over the radio now, maybe it's still Ramba. You barely have any time to think of it before you catch sight of your mother, Casval, and Artesia being hurried down the opposite side of the hallway by a pair of soldiers, their blonde hair in stark contrast with the drab colors of the soldier's uniforms.

“Felix! Oh, you’re alright, I was so worried!” Your mother cries out, hurrying over to you and leaving the pair of soldiers in the dust.

Your mother embraces you in a tight hug, and Artesia begins crying as she joins in a moment later. Casval stands off to the side a few paces away, his blue eyes locked intently on the wooden door leading into the room your father is being treated in as Girard enters the room. The old doctor steps out of sight for a moment before waving you all in.

You rarely come to this part of your home, and the interior of this room is a strange sight, half a guest room and half like the hospital room you had to stay in when you got very sick a few years ago. A vague memory plays in the back of your mind, a half remembered conversation between your father and Jimba about the need for precautions like better armed guards and medical equipment… it flew over your head at the time.

Your father, Zeon Zum Deikun, lays under the white covers of an uncomfortable looking bed, a number of compact machines nearby monitoring his vital signs. He shifts his head the slightest amount, barely moving at all to look at you as you enter, but he says nothing. His lips start to move, but words don’t form, and it occurs to you on some instinctive level that he can’t talk. Father doesn't look like himself, there’s something distant about his gaze, his eyes are sunken and strange and there’s a pallor to his skin. It’s as if he’s already mostly gone, somehow faded from life while still just barely lingering on.

Artesia continues crying, and you almost start to as well, but you manage to blink the tears away as your mother guides you over to the bedside. Your father’s hand shifts slightly, barely opening, and you reach out to hold it. He’s cold, far too cold. Artesia joins you, her smaller hand nestling alongside yours, and soon enough so does Casval.
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>>5414874

Girard takes your mother to the side of the room for a moment, placing a hand on her shoulder as he speaks in a low voice, “We thought we were going to lose him immediately after he collapsed, but we managed a resuscitation. It's been a battle since then, even getting him here was a small miracle but Jimba insisted hospitals were too dangerous. The damage is permanent, Astraia. He isn’t going to get better.”

“There’s nothing else you can do?” Your mother questions, her voice wavering.

“Nothing at all… We did everything we could.”

“...Thank you, Girard. Can- does he still understand what’s going on?” Your mother asks hesitantly.

“Yes, but he likely doesn’t have long. If there’s anything you need to say, now is the time to do so.”

Your mother kneels beside the bed, speaking in a whisper to your father before breaking down into sobbing. She gently leans over onto you and your siblings, pulling you in with an arm to hold you tight. You let go of your fathers hand, and it seems like what dim awareness was left in his eyes is fading quickly. His eyes shift slightly as he looks in turn to Casval, and then you, and finally Artesia. You’re sure he’s trying to communicate, pass on some sense of responsibility or… or something, it’s almost palpable in the air but you don't know what he’s trying to say.

In a few moments your father will be gone, along with this chapter of your life. Distantly, as if from miles away, you hear Jimba Ral cursing the name of the Zabi family…

>Say nothing. You need to stay strong for Artesia and Mother.
>Say goodbye. Cry. A lot.
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>>5414880
>Say nothing. You need to stay strong for Artesia and Mother.
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>>5414880
>Say nothing. You need to stay strong for Artesia and Mother.
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>>5414880
>Say goodbye. Cry. A lot.
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>>5414880
>Say goodbye. Cry. A lot

We'd regret not doing so
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>>5414886
>>5414888
>>5414889
>>5414898
I'm going to leave voting open for another half hour, and if there isn't a winner at that point I'll roll it off.
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>>5414880
>Say goodbye. Cry. A lot.
Now is not the time for strength nor being solemn.
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>>5414909
>>5414889
>>5414898
Locking it in.
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>>5414898
>>5414889

“Goodbye, father.” You struggle to say the words, pressing more tightly against your mother as tears blur your vision. A few heartbeats later, Zeon Zum Deikun, the great mind behind Contolist philosophy, the beloved leader of Side 3, and your loving father, dies.

A few days later.
10:55 AM, 25 October, UC 0068
Autonomous Republic of Munzo, Side 3

Today is your father’s funeral.

There were riots and protests over the last few days as word of your father’s death got out, but the Munzo and Federation security forces have gotten things mostly under control by now. Only a few trails of smoke and littered signs along the road betray that anything happened at all; after the initial shock of your father's death, and the inflammatory allegations being thrown at the federation as being somehow responsible for it, things have calmed down.

The funeral was a grand affair, and oddly well planned. You watched crowds of citizens, fellow spacenoids, standing along the city streets as your father’s funeral procession slowly made its way to the state cathedral. With a full military escort led by Uncle Ramba there wasn’t any trouble from the crowds, and you were inside of an armored limousine regardless, but the soldiers escorting you seemed very on edge the entire time. It’s hard to imagine what threat the crowds would pose, they loved your father. It’s really the federation that they’re furious with, even if what Jimba says is true and the Zabi’s are the ones responsible for your father's death…

Munzo and Federation leaders of the highest ranks are in attendance at the funeral, including the entire Zabi family. There are so many people in attendance that they're filling the grand cathedral almost to overflowing with mourners and enemies of your father alike. Artificial light filters down from the stained glass windows, imitating the sun so very far away from the closed-type colony you've called home your entire life. Your suit is uncomfortable, you aren’t used to wearing it, and it your shirt collar keeps chafing against your neck.

Before you arrived you thought you might cry, but there’s something almost unreal about the entire funeral. It's hard to believe that father is really gone. You stand alongside your brother and sister just before your father's casket, your mother a comforting presence just behind you, and you listen to a man you’ve never met extol the virtues of you father in a eulogy that feels more targeted at the federation representatives who are present than at your family or any of the other mourners.

“...As chairman he was a trailblazer for Spacenoid liberation, and now, as he ascends into the cosmos, he is becoming the very cornerstone of that ideal. May his soul be at rest and inspire eternal justice. May his ideals live forever. Though his flesh may have perished, may he cast his light upon our path and show us the way. Sieg Zeon.”
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>>5414951
Off to your right, just a few meters away in one of the frontmost pews, a purple haired boy is fidgeting with his hair. You exchange glances with him briefly, eyes locking for just a moment. Garma Zabi is only about a year older than you, the same age as your brother, and he looks about as miserable to be here as you are… except he’s clearly bored rather than sad. He gives you a friendly, almost clueless look as he continues to fidget with a bit of his hair.

>Glare at him. He’s being disrespectful, he should be taking this seriously. This is all his family’s fault.
>Try to look friendly. Garma isn’t to blame for this. Maybe you can talk with him after this is done.
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>>5414953
>Try to look friendly. Garma isn’t to blame for this. Maybe you can talk with him after this is done.
No reason to make enemies with the Zabi. Yet.
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>>5414953
>Try to look friendly. Garma isn’t to blame for this. Maybe you can talk with him after this is done.

>>5414959
Hehehehe.... yet.
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>>5414953
>Try to look friendly. Garma isn’t to blame for this. Maybe you can talk with him after this is done.
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>>5414953
>>Try to look friendly. Garma isn’t to blame for this. Maybe you can talk with him after this is done
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>>5414959
>>5415006
>>5415038
>>5415069
Writing.
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>>5414959
>>5415006
>>5415038
>>5415069
You feel a brief flash of annoyance at Garma’s disrespect, but it subsides almost immediately. He isn’t to blame for any of this, not any more than you are. Whatever the truth of what happened is, it is between adults - for now. You give him a weak smile, the best you can presently must, and he returns it along with a very small wave.

It isn’t long before people are filing back out of the cathedral, heading to the convoy of vehicles to reform the funeral procession and take your father’s casket to its final resting place at the state cemetery. As you follow your mother out among the crowd you keep an eye out for a chance to speak with Garma; your families are both under guard, but that’s a precaution meant to protect all of the important people in attendance from the public rather than keep them from one another. Garma is just a few paces away right now, it won’t be hard at all to slip over and speak with him.

You glance over again, seeing an opportunity as Garma falls a bit behind his father Degwin’s stride, and you begin to walk over - A hand grips your arm, stopping you momentarily. Turning, you see Casval looking at you and then over to Garma, his blue eyes filled with an intensity that you’ve often seen since father passed.

“Felix, we can’t trust them.” Your brother says, a mix of concern and venom filling his voice.

You shrug slightly, trying to downplay his apprehensions, “He might have overheard something from his father, Casval. Besides, they won’t do anything right now. Not here.”
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>>5415107

Casval mulls over the idea for a second or two before giving you a slow nod and letting go of your arm, and you quickly slip over to Garma before the chance disappears.

“Oh, hi. You’re Felix, right?” Garma asks, smiling. He certainly doesn’t look evil, but you wish he’d speak a little less loudly. The other Zabis aren’t far away at all.
“I am. You’re Garma Zabi, right?”

“Mhm. Haven’t we met before?”

“Maybe at a boring dinner or something.” You offer up, remembering something of the sort from a few months ago, “The one at the academy, my father gave a speech.”

“Ooh, yeah, that.” He sounds very much like he’s remembering something quite unpleasant, but after a second he suddenly shifts into a more upright posture and tries to look apologetic, “...Uh, I’m sorry about your father. My dad always says he had great ideas.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” You say, sensing an opening, “We’ve all been pretty sad the last few days… I don’t really know what to do. How has your father been doing? They were close.”

“Dad? Oh, uhm, he’s been really busy.”

“Busy?” You question, pressing him a bit.

“Mhm, he had some big meeting with Kycilia, Gihren, and Sasr-” Garma trails off as a red haired woman in a military looking dress uniform, Garma’s half-sister Kycilia, steps back a few paces from the other Zabis and alongside both of you.

“Garma, I see you’re making new friends.” Kycilia says, grinning at first before speaking more sternly, “You should keep up with Father, the press are taking pictures. As a Zabi you must maintain appearances, Garma.”

“And you, young Felix,” Kycilia continues, looming over you, “Should keep closer to your family. These are dangerous times, your mother might worry for you.”

You meet Kycilia's gaze for a moment, not backing down, and she raises an eyebrow slightly before dismissively turning away and falling back in with the rest of the Zabi family. …She might have had a point though, you’ve gotten further from your family than you expected over the last minute or so, and you quickly hurry back to them.

Casval looks at you expectantly. Soon you’ll be loading back into the armored limousine, and there without the noise of the crowd leaving the cathedral there won’t be much time for conversation without your mother overhearing it.

>”They’re definitely responsible.” You can just feel it. Kycilia was absolutely menacing.
>”I didn’t have enough time to talk with him.” No need to jump to conclusions.
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>>5415109
>”I didn’t have enough time to talk with him.” No need to jump to conclusions.

Its truthful.
We shall learn the secrets to his perfectly kept hair in due time!

Also
>UC gundam quest!
>picrel
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>>5415109
>”They’re definitely responsible.” You can just feel it. Kycilia was absolutely menacing.
>"I don't think Garma knows about it though, so not all of them are to blame."
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>>5415121
Moving vote to this if write-in options are allowed
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>>5415123
Write-ins are allowed, especially if they're just tweaking options to add more dialogue/additional detail.
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>>5415121
supporting
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>>5415121
support
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>>5415109
>”I didn’t have enough time to talk with him.” No need to jump to conclusions.
We don't have any evidence of wrong-doing on their part, just bad blood, from the looks of things. I know precious little about Gundam, so maybe some of you might know more than I.
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>>5415159
The Zabi family killed our dad to usurp Zeon and turn it into a dictatorship. Garma is the youngest and is a good boy, at least as far as Zabis go. He even becomes friends with our big bro Casval when he takes the fake identity of Char and develops a bit of an inferiority complex, making him be a glory hound.
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>>5415163
Just realized that what I wrote was ambiguous, Garma is the one that tries to prove himself worthy, and Casval is the one undercover.
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>>5415146
>>5415132
>>5415123
>>5415121

“They’re definitely responsible,” You can just feel it, Kycilia was absolutely menacing, “but I don’t think Garma knows about it though. Not all of them are to blame.”

Casval wrinkles has nose ever so slightly at your answer, “Maybe, maybe not, but father didn’t do anything wrong and they still murdered him in cold blood.”

“That doesn’t… Do you want to be like them then?”

“No, I’ll never be like them.” Your brother answers after a pause, his face setting into a determined look.

Soon enough you’re back in the armored limousine and the funeral procession is making its way through the city and to the state cemetery, crowds of citizens of every age and background pressing tight on both sides of the road as armored vehicles lead the convoy forward. Artesia is idly messing with the hem of her black dress, occasionally complaining to your mother that she wishes her cat Lucifer was here. She isn’t clueless, but she’s young enough to still mostly be innocent to what’s going on - you’re just old enough to begin to understand.

Looking out through the tinted window you can’t help but wonder what the people in the crowd are thinking, what all of this looks like from a different perspective. It must be a spectacle. Do they even really feel sad? Your father was a friendly man, but most of them probably only ever attended one of his speeches or maybe shook his hand at some public event...

There’s a muffled crack of thunder and a sort of swelling roar of air just a few cars behind your limousine. An explosion. The limousine comes screeching to a halt, and the armed guards who were accompanying you in the surrounding vehicles begin pouring out into the street with guns drawn from concealed holsters. You mother leans over quickly and grabs your and Artesia's hands, and you can hear Jimba and some other mean outside shouting.

“Secure the perimeter!”

“Where’d that come from, was it a bomb?”

“Sir, I don’t think it was from the crowd.”

“Rooftops look clear!”

It’s a chaotic mess, and your mother tries to keep you from looking out the window for too long, “Felix, there’s nothing to worry about out there, it’s going to be alright. Artesia, are you okay?”

Artesia doesn’t answer, pressing more tightly into mother. She doesn’t cry this time though. Casval, on the other hand, is watching what is happening outside very closely, peering through the back window to try and get a better view of the destroyed car.

Outside a man’s voice roars furiously even over the confusion, “SASRO’S BEEN MURDERED! WHO DID THIS?! WHO’S THE BASTARD BEHIND THIS?!”

Sasro Zabi? More death then. Maybe that’s just how it will be from now on.
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>>5415166
As the initial confusion clears, the security detail secures safe exit paths for the rest of the procession’s vehicles. Apparently the burial service is canceled, something smaller will be done later or tomorrow if the security situation improves. You’re driven not to your own family home, but instead to Jimba’s distinctly more secure looking estate. It has a secure looking iron fence and concrete gatehouses; they almost look like little bunkers.

The next few hours pass by slowly. You’ve changed out of your dark suit, apparently spare clothes having already been moved to the Ral estate, but there’s been nothing to do but pace around and occasionally look out the window at the guarded perimeter. There's a crowd outside shouting and throwing rocks at the guards, almost a riot, but the guards seem to have it under control.

You’ve overheard shouting from other rooms a few times, Jimba, Ramba, and some of the other adults having heated arguments over what to do; it’s too indistinct to make any of it out though. Artesia’s complaints about missing Lucifer have only increased, and your mother is busy keeping her calm, leaving Casval and you mostly to watch the events transpiring outside.

Hours pass, and there’s no burial today. The night isn’t any calmer. Even from the guest room you’re being kept in you can hear distant gunfire and occasional explosions; it sounds far off, but you know the rest of the colony must be in absolute chaos right now. Ramba did manage to get Artesia her cat though, so at least she’s happier now. It makes you feel a little better to know that some people truly care.

What to do though?

>Sneak around the Ral estate and try and listen in on what Jimba and the other adults are talking about. They’re keeping you in the dark.
>Just try to sleep, tomorrow seems like it is going to be another very, very long day.
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>>5415168
>Just try to sleep, tomorrow seems like it is going to be another very, very long day.
We can ask Casval tomorrow, and we need to be weel rested so we can be strong for sister when we all have to flee
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>>5415168
>Sneak around the Ral estate and try and listen in on what Jimba and the other adults are talking about. They’re keeping you in the dark.
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>>5415168
>Sneak around the Ral estate and try and listen in on what Jimba and the other adults are talking about. They’re keeping you in the dark.
Fuck its been a while since I watched The Origin, I'm hazy on all the details of the Zabi coup
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>>5415168
>Sneak around the Ral estate and try and listen in on what Jimba and the other adults are talking about. They’re keeping you in the dark.
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>>5415163
>>5415164
Ah, so, this quest is following canonical events and established characters, then? All right.
>>5415168
>Sneak around the Ral estate and try and listen in on what Jimba and the other adults are talking about. They’re keeping you in the dark.
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>>5415179
+1

so what do you think mc will end up piloting when the shitshow in 0078 hits?
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>>5415175
>>5415176
>>5415177
>>5415179
>>5415183
Locking it in.

>>5415179
You're playing a middle child in the Deikun family who doesn't exist canonically. There is also an extra Zabi about the same age as your character (other than Garma).
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>>5415179
It looks like it, although our character is original since Casval and Asteria were the only two children of Zeon, so we probably might be able to diverge from canon when we grow up and get to the war from the original show, since we are in the prequel right now.
If this is some sort of interactive way to chargen, I got to give kudos to Contolist, it's a way better way to do it
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>>5415183
God knows what side we're even going to end up on come 0078. Though I am partial to the Zudah.
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>>5415168
>>Sneak around the Ral estate and try and listen in on what Jimba and the other adults are talking about. They’re keeping you in the dark.
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>>5415187
than just some list
Accidentally deleted that last part
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>>5415179
>>5415177
>>5415176
>>5415175

You’re sharing a large bed with the rest of your family. Your mother wanted to keep you all close during this crisis, so you have to wait until you’re sure she’s asleep to quietly slip from under the covers and out into the unfamiliar hallways of the Ral estate. For a moment you pause at the door, half expecting Casval to have noticed your absence and followed you, or maybe to have already snuck out on his own, but he seems to just be sleeping… you haven’t seen him look so peaceful in the last few days. Best not to wake him then. You can tell him what you find out in the morning

You’ve been to the Ral estate a few time before, but only for brief visits… which way was it to Jimba’s office again? The hallways are beautiful, more like an old french palace back on earth than the home of a wealthy family, political or not, but you don’t have time to admire it as you navigate by the faint light filtering in through the mansion’s large windows. The light is casting deep shadows, the dark outline of windowpanes blanketing over the white of hallways, and you move quickly from shadow to shadow.

Outside the skyline is a mess, fires burning off in the distance, wrapping all the way up the colony and into the sky, a dark cloud of ash and smoke slowly collecting along the center-axis of the cylinder’s rotation where the spin gravity doesn’t hold sway.
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>>5415216
Eventually you find Jimba’s office, and again you find yourself listening intently to others through a door. Hopefully this isn’t the start of a bad habit. You smirk a little and lean in more closely.

“Those Zabi bastards, they’ve absolutely ruined us!” Jimba yells from inside, “They have the public thinking we killed Deikun and that we’ve captured his family! And what’s worse, now that Sasro is dead everyone thinks we’ve started killing off our other rivals!”

“Have we?” You hear Ramba question, barely able to hear him.

“Ramba? Now you as well?” Jimba sounds utterly defeated, “Even my own son doubts me…”

“No, it's just very convenient. It’s easy to see why the public misunderstands, but we can probably still come back from this-”

“Come back from this? Degwin blew up his own son just to frame us, and that awful Kycilia of his has her goons spreading rumors across the whole colony! There’s no coming back from this…”

“You think Degwin killed Sasro? That’s extreme, even for him.” Ramba says incredulously.

“Don’t underestimate the Zabis, Ramba. If not Degwin, then maybe it was Gihren, or Kycilia! They’re all vipers. They’ll do anything to get control of Munzo!”

“If we can get proof that one of them ordered the bombing, or Deikun’s poisoning, then I’m sure the public will come back to our side.”

Jimba sighs loudly, “My best men are already on the job… uh, besides you, Ramba. See what you can do, I guess. I’m going to start planning our escape.”

“You know that I won’t be able to leave, father. I have my duties here, even if I resign.”

“I know, I know. But we have to keep Deikun’s family safe, his legacy has to live on no matter what these Zabis do.” Jimba practically spits out the Zabi name, and you hear something heavy slam onto wood. A desk, maybe.

Silence falls for a few seconds before Ramba speaks up, “Well, then I think it’s settled. I’ll see if I can find any more information, but we’ll need to move fast with the escape plan either way. There’s no telling what the Zabis will do tomorrow, I already have my men fortifying the outer gate. Do you still have those machine guns?”

“What? Of course I do! Take anything you need, there’s some rockets around here as well…”

“Uh, I think machine guns are enough of a statement for now, father. We’re trying to prevent a fight, not look even more like terrorists. The Zabis already have enough fodder for the news.”

“Mmm…” Jimba grumbles, and you can’t hear the rest of what he says.

There are heavy footsteps approaching the door, and this time you manage to scurry off back to your room before being spotted. There’s a lot to think about. Are the Zabis really framing the Rals for everything? Nobody could possibly believe that, right? It takes a long time to go to sleep, thoughts racing through your head for hours.
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You wake up late the next morning, your mother apparently having chosen not to disturb you. There is shouting in the hallways outside, and you get dressed quickly. Cleaning up properly can wait, something big is happening - As you peer out from the door you immediately spot you mother and Artesia standing close to one another nearby, but Casval isn't anywhere to be seen.

Jimba Ral is further down the hallway being held back by several men, bodyguards you think, and shouting at a nearby door. Several other men in suits are standing close to them along with a few of Ramba's soldiers, and everyone’s attention is fixed upon the closed door. Some of the men are holding bats and guns, as if they're poised to break through the closed door at any moment. They look... very uncertain though. Ramba is nowhere to be seen.

“She’s doing something in there with him! I can hear it! Casval is in danger! Why the hell did you ever let Kycilia inside, you idiots?! Let me go!” Jimba shouts, trying to pull away from the soldiers and get to the door. He might be old, but he's struggling the best he can to get free.

>Rush across the hallway and try to get to the door. Your brother needs help!
>Ask your mother what’s going on, this is all very sudden and confusing.
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>>5415227
>Rush across the hallway and try to get to the door. Your brother needs help!
I'm sure ending up on the Zabi's shit list won't cause us any trouble
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>>5415227
>Rush across the hallway and try to get to the door. Your brother needs help!
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>>5415229
+1
We are playing a deikun
We are already on the shitlist for the pure fact of the political power a descendant of zeon can get shit like CCA Char comes to mind. Then again this is way after most of the zabi loyalists killed themselves off
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>>5415227
>Rush across the hallway and try to get to the door. Your brother needs help!
>>5415229
The Zabis are in our shitlist, not the other way around. Except Garma and mysterious new child, they are free of sin.
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>>5415237
Oh and maybe Dozle too, I remember he wasn't as completely rotten as the rest of the them. Would even say that he was a good person before the bombing, if a bit dumb.
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Bolting suddenly out of the bedroom, you’re across the hallway before your mother can do anything more than cry out, “Felix, don’t!”

The soldiers and men in suits turn to look at you, but most of them don’t quite process what is going on before you’re past them. One lunges to grab you but you manage to just barely duck him, and then weave past the legs of another. They’re not moving as fast as they could be, trying not to hurt you with a full force tackle, and others are having to put away their guns or drop their bats before they can intervene meaningfully; you’d have no chance otherwise, even with surprise, but that doesn’t matter now - The door is just a few feet away!

You reach the door and pull it open, just barely slipping inside and shutting it behind you. No one follows you in. Kycilia is wearing her security forces dress uniform and standing at the far end of the room, looming over Casval who is handcuffed and sitting awkwardly atop a sofa. It looks as if he was just pushed onto it a few moments ago.

“I’m not afraid. I’m Deikun’s son. No one can do this to me!” Your brother says, holding his cuffed hands toward Kycilia defiantly.

Kycilia laughs, throwing back her head briefly, “Degwin Zabi is now the most powerful man in the nation! If Degwin orders it, I can tie you up hand and foot!”

“Still, I…” Casval meets Kycilia with a steely gaze, only hesitating for the slightest moment when he realizes you’ve entered the room, “We are the sons of Zeon Zum Deikun. We’ll grow up and make Degwin and the rest of you bow down to us!”

Kycilia turns to look at you, surprise briefly written across her face.

“I order you, take these off of me!” Casval continues, shoving his cuffed hands forward once again.

You run over to the two of them, interposing yourself to stand defensively between Kycilia and your brother, “Let him go, Zabi!”

The display barely seems to faze her.

“...Very well then, little lords.” Kycilia says, chuckling amusedly while shaking her head slightly, “I expect you’ll honor our arrangement, Casval.”

Casval nods, and she unlocks his handcuffs with practiced precision, taking them back and securing them once again onto her belt before turning to leave. She stops to address you before departing, smirking as she half turns to face you, “And you, little Felix, should learn to stay out of the business of your brother. That’s a nasty habit to develop.”

She then walks off, looking awfully pleased with herself, as if she’s just told the funniest joke in the world.

>”Casval, are you alright? What did she want?”
>Help Casval up and follow Kycilia, you want to make sure that witch actually leaves the estate. You can talk later.
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>”Casval, are you alright? What did she want?”
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>”Casval, are you alright? What did she want?”
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>”Casval, are you alright? What did she want?”
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>>5415274
>”Casval, are you alright? What did she want?”
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Writing.
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“Casval, are you alright?” You ask your brother as Kycilia quickly departs, “What did she want?”

“I'm fine. She came here to intimidate us into returning to our home.” He explains, blue eyes flashing with mischief, “I agreed to the deal. We’ll be leaving in a few hours.”

“What?” You question, not believing your ears, “But it isn’t safe at home, the Zabis have the whole colony in flames-”

“No, Felix, some of the Zabis have the colony in flames.” Casval says, standing up from the sofa and straightening his wrinkled clothes.

“You don’t think the Zabis are working together?”

“Not as closely as they’d like us to think. We’re trapped here right now, along with the Rals.”

“...And if we move it opens a chance to change the situation,” You conclude.

“Precisely that.” He says, placing one hand on your shoulder and confidently forming a fist with his other hand. Now is probably a good time to tell him about your little adventure last night.

“I snuck out of the bedroom last night and overheard Jimba and Ramba discussing the situation, it didn’t sound good. People think we're being held hostage here.” You explain, “Jimba has no proof yet of what the Zabis have done and he's being framed for it all, but he and Ramba seemed to think the Zabis are sort of disorganized too - or at least that their plans weren’t very clear. Jimba thinks Degwin might have killed Sasro, Ramba seemed skeptical though.”

“Oh? So it wasn’t the Rals?” Casval asks, almost looking a little disappointed as he considers the situation, “There’s no low the Zabis won't sink to then, they’re scum.”

There’s a brief pause as you both look up, a small commotion outside of the room drawing your attention. Whatever it was, it quiets down quickly. Nobody else has come into the room yet.

“So the deal is that we all just hand ourselves over to the Zabis and go home? You, me, mother… even Artesia?” You ask, making sure you understand the plan fully. It seems sort of crazy, but it might be better than living in a compound under siege by angry mobs.

Casval leads you over to the door, sounding utterly confident that the plan is a good idea, “Yes, there’s no chance they’ll hurt any of us while the public is still baying for blood over father's death. If word ever got out they’d be finished, not even a Zabi would risk it. It will take a lot of attention off of the Rals as well.”

>”I think your plan is a good idea, Casval. We need to open up options for the Rals to act.”
>”I think we should stay here, Casval. Handing ourselves over to the Zabis seems too risky.”
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>>5415317
>”I think we should stay here, Casval. Handing ourselves over to the Zabis seems too risky.”
>"The Zabis being disorganized is even worse news for us, it means the deal you made with Kycilia wouldn't stop any of the others."
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>>5415333
Support.
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>>5415333
+1
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>>5415317
>”I think we should stay here, Casval. Handing ourselves over to the Zabis seems too risky.”
How close are we to Casval and Artesia? or is that something these initial votes are deciding
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>>5415317
>>”I think we should stay here, Casval. Handing ourselves over to the Zabis seems too risky.”
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>>5415333
+1
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>>5415340
It is something these initial votes are deciding.

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>>5415343
Well, that's a landslide if I've ever seen one. Locking it in.

There might gap until the next post, not sure if I'll be done writing quick enough before I have to go do some other stuff. Whatever the case, I'll be posting again later tonight.
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“I think we should stay here, Casval.” You say, having taken a moment to think over the deal, “Handing ourselves over to the Zabis seems too risky. The Zabis being disorganized is even worse news for us, it means the deal you made with Kycilia wouldn’t stop any of the others.”

“It is a risk.” He acknowledges, “But I think they’ll all come to the same conclusion to not harm us. Staying here might end with a riot storming the estate, or Zabi loyalists.”

You’re standing just a little ways from the door to the hallway now, but you want to finish this conversation before getting any of the adults involved.

“Then we could just tell them that we’re not hostages.” You offer up, shrugging, “Maybe we could turn the crowd against the Zabis if we tell them that the Zabis killed father.”

Casval shakes his head, “I already considered that, but they might just think we’re being forced to say it. Angry mobs aren’t known for listening to people, Felix, and Zabi loyalists definitely wouldn't hear us out. Besides, it might just start a civil war. Father would have hated that more than anything. I think just staying here and waiting risks a war too much as well, we need the Zabis to get complacent for just a moment.”

“...Father would have hated it.” You admit, knowing how precious peace among mankind was to your father’s vision of the future. The conversation about the machine guns and rockets between Jimba and Ramba flashes through your mind again; if things do get ugly at the Ral estate it could escalate very quickly.

>Head through the door and discuss the options with the adults, Jimba might know something you don’t that could help make a wise decision. If you don’t show a united front to them they might try to exploit division between you and Casval to lay their own plans instead.
>”Whatever happens, we’ll be together as a family, but could you just follow my lead on this one for once, Casval? I know you’re the eldest but… I have a really bad feeling about going.”
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>>5415379
>Head through the door and discuss the options with the adults, Jimba might know something you don’t that could help make a wise decision. If you don’t show a united front to them they might try to exploit division between you and Casval to lay their own plans instead.
>"Let's decide together, as family and friends. It's what father would have wanted, and doing these shadow meeting is what the Zabis do"
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>>5415393
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>>5415379
>>Head through the door and discuss the options with the adults, Jimba might know something you don’t that could help make a wise decision. If you don’t show a united front to them they might try to exploit division between you and Casval to lay their own plans instead.
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>>5415393
>>Head through the door and discuss the options with the adults, Jimba might know something you don’t that could help make a wise decision. If you don’t show a united front to them they might try to exploit division between you and Casval to lay their own plans instead.
support
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>>5415520
Alright, locking it in with the write-in addition.
I actually really like that dialogue, anon. Good stuff!
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“Maybe we should talk this over with mother and Jimba,” You offer, knowing how Casval can be sometimes when he sets his mind to something, “Let’s decide together, as family and friends. It’s what father would have wanted, and doing these shadow meetings is what the Zabis do.”

The initial suggestion seems to ruffle his feathers a bit, but at the mention of father and the Zabis something seems to change in Casval’s eyes. His expression softens as he offers you his hand, “Together.”

You shake it, “Together.”

The two of you head back through the wooden door and into the hallway where there are notably fewer men than before; only a pair of men in suits and one of the soldiers. Jimba has his head in his hands, pacing and muttering to himself. Mother and Artesia are closer nearby, looking dreadfully worried.

“Are you both alright?” Your mother asks, hurrying over, “Kycilia said that you agreed to some kind of deal…”

“I heard it through the door,” Jimba announces, sounding defeated, “Casval agreed to have your family taken back to the Deikun mansion.”

“...Back to the mansion?” Your mother questions, not sounding at all comforted by the idea.

Casval nods, explaining the details of both of your ideas. Jimba and your mother listen intently. Artesia has procured Lucifer from somewhere and is holding the unruly black cat in her arms, much to its scratchy displeasure.

“Decide on a plan together, eh? With a pair of children? Even Deikun’s sons…” Jimba scoffs before looking even more defeated, “Well, it’s all a little late for that now regardless. Most of my men are abandoning me.”

“What?” You say almost simultaneously with Casval, though he quickly adds in a cutting “Cowards.” afterward.

“Almost all of them left after Kycilia made her announcement a few minutes ago… to think I would have called them loyal just this morning. The wind blows in the wrong direction for a couple of days and they scurry off!” Jimba slams a fist into the wall in frustration, cursing under his breath. He looks much older than he did a few days ago.

“You have more men though, right Jimba?” Your mother asks uncertainty, “Surely Ramba has some as well.”

“He has a few, yes, but a lot more that probably won’t listen anymore. I can promise that we’ll try though, we won’t let these Zabi bastards win this easily.”

The few remaining men in the hallway nod and mutter vague statements in agreement.
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>>5415622
“So what do you think we should do then?” You ask, “I thought it would be better to stay here, but this changes things.”

“I’m working on something,” Jimba says cryptically, glancing over to the last soldier lingering nearby. Is he just being paranoid?

“...Would it have to do with what you were discussing with Ramba last night?” You ask, deciding to err on the side of caution. The question came out a little more vague, but you think he understands that you mean an escape plan.

“How-” Jimba starts to question you but then breaks out into a grin, “Yes, yes it does. He’s off, eh, finding the way, you could say.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” Your mother says, utterly puzzled.

“...Perhaps we should speak somewhere more private.” Jimba offers up, leading you back to his office. He orders the remaining men to secure the perimeter, or whatever is left of it. Once you’re secured from potentially treacherous ears Jimba speaks with considerably more candor.

“Ramba is speaking with some associates of his in the city.” Jimba explains, “Astraia, you’ve met Ms. Hamon before, haven’t you?”

Your mother nods slowly, “In passing. Can she be trusted?”

“As much as Ramba can be. She would never betray him.” Jimba states matter-of-factly.

“And she’s working on finding us a way out?” Casval asks, “How long will she need?”

“I’m not sure, but Ramba said he would be back in a few hours with details… A few hours ago. With the colony the way it is right now it’s anybody’s guess when he’ll return. I wouldn’t dare call him right now though, the Zabis have the communications network monitored and they might put together what he’s up to.”

“So what does everybody think we should do then?” You ask, leaving the question hanging in the air.

“I still think we should go home,” Casval says, “Especially now. It will buy time for Ms. Hamon, and the Zabis will get suspicious if we don’t go soon.”

“...Could… Could we move along this escape plan? Do it faster, somehow?” Your mother asks, looking at Jimba. He seems uncertain.

“We could attempt something hastier, but I can’t guarantee your safety.” He finally answers, fists clenching again, “I’m sorry, Astraia.”

What to choose, what to choose…
>Go with Casval’s plan. You still don’t like it, but if it’s just to buy time maybe it will work. A few days or weeks might be fine.
>Press for a more immediate escape. It sounds like things are going to be dangerous either way.
>”Is there somewhere else on the colony that we could hide until Ms. Hamon and Ramba’s plan is ready?”
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>>5415629
>”Is there somewhere else on the colony that we could hide until Ms. Hamon and Ramba’s plan is ready?”
I don't remember shit about Origin.
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>>5415629
I feel like we could do better with some extra information but I'm unsure of what we could even ask at the moment, so until I or someone else thinks of anything we could ask that could further inform our position on the matter I think it might be wise to go with....

>Press for a more immediate escape. It sounds like things are going to be dangerous either way.
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>>5415629
>”Is there somewhere else on the colony that we could hide until Ms. Hamon and Ramba’s plan is ready?”
Shouldn't hurt to ask
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>>5415629
>Go with Casval’s plan. You still don’t like it, but if it’s just to buy time maybe it will work. A few days or weeks might be fine.
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>>5415629
>”Is there somewhere else on the colony that we could hide until Ms. Hamon and Ramba’s plan is ready?”
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Writing.
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I propose a custom MS to plan for in the future
THE DOGG
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>>5415811
He's the Dogg now, man
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>>5415811
That looks awesome, anon. Almost done writing.
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>>5415811
Considering we're starting from the beginning we have plenty of choices. If we manage to hold any sway with the military we need to unfuck Zeon's MS production.
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>>5415825
there are a LOT of things that need unfucking in zeon
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>>5415827
Understatement. Depending on how far this gets away from canon I don't think we can change the outcome of the OYW but we can definitely put ourselves in an advantageous post war position.
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“Is there somewhere else on the colony that we could hide until Ms. Hamon and Ramba’s plan is ready?” You ask, looking up to Jimba hoping there’s something he just hasn’t thought of yet.

“Please, Jimba, if there’s anything at all that you can think of now is the time.” Your mother pleads, “We can deal with hardship, even if it takes months. Anywhere at all.”

The old man’s expression darkens, “Hide from the Zabis? Maybe for a few hours, but their men are everywhere now.”

“So there’s nothing?” Your mother asks again, “Really nothing at all?”

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking.” Jimba responds sharply, his face darkening as he furrows his brow and takes a seat at his mahogany desk, “...I don’t know anybody who moves people, at least not usually, I’ve always made sure to run that kind of business off. But there is an arms dealer who might be able to hide you for a few weeks.”

“An… arms dealer? Legal, or…?” You mother asks apprehensively, and Jimba lets the question hang for a moment as he pours himself a drink from a crystal decanter on his desk.

“No. Not at all.” He finally answers, “Couldn’t trust most of the big companies, not with federation restrictions on our security forces. Anaheim or Yashima would have been too loud. Well, maybe not Anaheim, but we didn't go with them. The Zabis handled most of it, and we tried to keep the manufacturing that we could within Munzo, but I’ve always kept a… private collection, of sorts.”

The machine guns and rockets! Things finally start to click in your head, although a lot more questions are raised.

“Can we trust this person?” Casval asks, “They sound like scoundrel.”

“He is a scoundrel, it’s why the thought hadn’t occurred to me until now. I don’t associate him with safety, but he’s always been reliable in his own way. Federation intelligence doesn’t even seem to know he exists, and I don’t think the Zabis ever caught wind of him either.”

“So we’d trust our lives to a criminal? The lives of my children?” You mother asks incredulously, “Maybe this is-”

“You asked for anything, Astraia, this is anything.” Jimba cuts her off, “I think he might still be in the colony, his last delivery was just a few weeks ago…”
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>>5415840
“And he’d be able to hide us?” Casval asks.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if he’d even take the job, but he’d know how to keep things out of sight of the Zabis.” Ramba finishes his drink and pours another, mulling over the idea a little longer, “Eh, maybe it is a terrible idea. I don’t know, really. Usually other people handled things like this, Ramba and his girl Hamon, and more often we didn’t do it at all. You know how Deikun was about those kinds of things, Astraia.”

“So we hide under the Zabis noses, or we hide with a criminal who might betray us.” You say, stating the obvious aloud, not at all feeling reassured. Everything is just so uncertain. If something goes wrong you could all… best not to think about that.

“And just leaving on our own? What you mentioned earlier, Jimba, the more dangerous option?” Your mother questions.

“We’d drive as far as we can, as fast as we can, and the men I have left would try to get us the rest of the way. The Zabis have the ports locked down, it would be bloody.”

That does sound bad.

>Casval’s plan. Wait for Hamon and Ramba, however long that takes.
>Put your trust in the mysterious arms dealer. Maybe he can hide you until Hamon and Ramba are ready.
>Shoot your way out. Or rather have what’s left of Ramba men attempt to do so.
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>>5415843
This is a hard one and I don't want to dip into meta knowledge but I know Hamon will eventually get us to Earth. However saying that, mysterbox.
>Put your trust in the mysterious arms dealer. Maybe he can hide you until Hamon and Ramba are ready.
Hopefully this doesn't result in us getting Casval killed.
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>>5415843
>Casval’s plan. Wait for Hamon and Ramba, however long that takes.
Fuck it, might aswell make friends with Garma and the other kid
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>>5415843
Minor correction, the third option should say:
>Shoot your way out. Or rather have what's left of Ramba and Jimba's men attempt to do so.

>>5415851
Casval dying early would be an incredibly chaotic divergence, it would almost entirely rewrite UC Gundam.
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>>5415853
>Spoiler
I know, which is why I'm apprehensive of such a major disruption. I don't exactly want to pick up the mask in his place. However saying that, I think I will change my vote and follow the established story a bit longer.
>>5415851
>Casval's plan. Wait for Hamon and Ramba, however lonng that takes.
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>>5415855
That does bring up the funny idea of Felix pretending to be Casval pretending to be Édouard Mass pretending to be Char Aznable pretending to be Quattro Bajeena. UC Gundam goes a little overboard with alternate identities.
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>>5415872
It's false identities all the way down.
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>>5415843
>Put your trust in the mysterious arms dealer. Maybe he can hide you until Hamon and Ramba are ready.
While dangerous, this could potentially be the only option to take back Zeon from the Zabis.
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And I'm awake again, I can probably get an update or two done before I have to head off for classes.

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>>5415852
Two for Casval's plan.

>>5415902
One for mysterious arms dealer.

Looks like sticking to Casval's plan wins. Writing.
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“...Maybe going home is the best option, then.” You sigh, looking apologetically to Casval, “I was just hoping there was something else we didn’t know about yet.”

“It made sense to check, Felix, and we decided together.” He says, his blue eyes shining with pride despite the brotherly expression, “We’ll need to get ready to leave soon, the Zabis will be expecting us.”

“...I agree, the other options sound too dangerous, Jimba.” Your mother says, “Fighting or hiding with unknown criminals - I won’t risk it.”

Jimba’s head sinks into his hands and he groans in frustration, leaning over onto his desk. He looks absolutely defeated, but he doesn’t argue, “I’ll make sure Ramba knows, and see if there’s anything else I can still do.”

“Yay, we’re going home!” Artesia nearly shouts. You don’t think she quite understands the direness of what has been discussed, that cat of hers has had her awfully distracted. Maybe that’s for the best, she’s still too young to really comprehend what’s going on. In fact you aren’t sure if you really get what is happening, but these last few days have left you feeling more mature and… empty, in a way.

A few hours later

A helicopter arrived to pick you up from the Ral estate, an enclosed troop transport used by the Munzo security forces. It wasn’t a long flight, only a few minutes. Eventually the helicopter set you down back at the Deikun mansion, an imposing building of glass and concrete but far warmer on the interior, the home that you’ve grown up in…

There are people waiting for you just a little beyond the landing pad. Your mother and Casval are the first out of the helicopter, and you follow shortly but stop to help Artesia disembark. She’s not quite tall enough to comfortably make the drop from the open door onto the pad, but with a hand to steady her it isn’t so bad.

She beams at you, “Thanks, Felix!”

You ruffle her blond hair just a little, “Come on, Artesia.”

Turning back to the others, your mother has gone ahead beyond Casval and is speaking with a dark haired woman in a wheelchair. The dark haired woman is older looking, but something tells you that much of the aging and wrinkling of her face isn’t natural - she looks ill, her face resembling a slightly melted wax figure. Faintly, you remember seeing her before at the hospital you stayed at a few years ago. Roselucia. Your father’s legal wife. It wasn’t something mother and father brought up much, but you know that technically Roselucia owns the mansion and has merely allowed your family to stay there.
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You move up alongside Casval, holding Artesia’s hand to comfort her. Your brother is watching the exchange between Roselucia and your mother intently, and he doesn’t seem pleased by the development at all.

“Is it bad?” You ask Casval, unable to quite hear what’s being said over the still dying sound of the helicopter’s turbines.

“It is. She hates us.” He states matter-of-factly, “All of us.”

Eventually you’re waved inside, and your mother and Roselucia disappear off into another room to have a longer discussion. A pair of men in suits watch over you and your siblings as you wait on a sofa, making the mansion feel more like a prison than your home. When your mother finally does return you can tell that she’s upset. She’s trying to hide it but unfortunately the last few days have given you plenty of practice in figuring out when she’s just putting on a strong face.
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“We won’t be staying here.” Your mother announces, “Roselucia has been… gracious enough to allow us to remain in the tower on the lake, however.”

“That old thing?” Artesia asks, looking puzzled.

“It will be alright, dear. It’s where your father did a lot of his best writing.” Your mother answers comfortingly, but you know full well that it has been largely abandoned for years now.

Some of the Zabi men stationed at the mansion help you to move what few things you brought with you from the helicopter and out to the isolated tower. There’s only a single long and narrow approach to the old stone tower, which resembles a structure from earth’s middle ages, and the entire thing is surrounded by water on every other side - A convenient and easily defensible prison. Damned Zabis.

Moving into the old tower doesn't take long. The thing was constructed by your father as a second home for isolated study, and it really shows. The interior is dusty and cold, with little in the way of decoration, and no pictures adorn the walls. It’s lifeless, disused. The Zabi men that helped you move your things stick around, apparently also your permanent guards. A few of them mill about in some of the lower rooms, and wherever you go they check in every so often. There’s almost no privacy at all.

Artesia sets down Lucifer in the , and the cat quickly finds its way under the old bed. You sigh, and set down your things; just some spare clothes and a few books. It looks like you’ll be here for a little while, at least until Ramba and Hamon’s plan happens. If it happens.

In the tower you’re usually together as a family, there really aren’t many places to go, but which sibling do you spend most of your time with?
>With Casval, discussing what to do about the Zabis in the future. You have to be careful to not be overheard.
>With Artesia. She needs someone to keep her distracted, and she’s been largely ignored these last few days in all the chaos.
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>>5416190
>With Artesia. She needs someone to keep her distracted, and she’s been largely ignored these last few days in all the chaos.
She needs support, otherwise she might grow up to do something dumb like join the federation military and fall in love with a child soldier ace.
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>>5416190
>With Artesia. She needs someone to keep her distracted, and she’s been largely ignored these last few days in all the chaos.
It's tempting to plot with Casval, but if we're able to ally Artesia we could convince her to stay with us on Zeon.
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>>5416190
>With Artesia. She needs someone to keep her distracted, and she’s been largely ignored these last few days in all the chaos.
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>>5416190
>>With Casval, discussing what to do about the Zabis in the future. You have to be careful to not be overheard.
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>>5416200
>>5416204
>>5416205
Writing.
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Back from classes now, should be able to finish writing and post fairly soon.
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>>5416200
>>5416204
>>5416205
Minutes turn into hours, hours into days. Time passes by slowly within the isolated tower, just barely crawling along. There’s something dreary and oppressive about it all, not helped in the least by the armed guards on the lower levels. Artesia seems to be taking the confinement the worst, moping around from room to room and only occasionally playing with her cat Lucifer. It hurts to see her like this, normally she’s so bright and full of energy.

You resolve to make the stay the best it can be for her. It isn’t easy, but story by story and game by game you’re able to slowly coax her back into something resembling a better mood; it’s a good thing you took the books with you from the Ral estate, and you found she has an active enough imagination that it isn’t hard to entertain her. Casval never joins in, but a few briefly exchanged looks are all you need to know that he understands what you’re doing; for his part he seems to be transfixed by the view from one of the tower’s windows. The Zabi estate is just barely visible, far in the distance.

Though she still spends most of her time with you and your siblings, your mother has been busy pursuing her own odd business. She has started up a bit of a habit of speaking with some of the guards, who she seems to be able to get to be unusually chatty. You’re not sure what her plan is, but from what little you’ve overheard she sounds… fake, almost. Too cheery, too happy.
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>>5416516
A few more days pass.

You’re sitting atop one of the beds alongside Artesia, reading one of the story books together, when your mother enters the room alongside Casval. She turns and peers back out into the very narrow hallways, checking both sides before fully backing into the room and closing the door shut quietly. You set the book town, and Artesia tilts her head slightly at your mother’s odd behavior.

“We need to talk,” Your mother says in almost a whisper, “Quietly. It is very important. Follow me.”

Sliding off of the bed, you follow your mother as she leads you back out of the room. There aren’t any guards in sight, but that usually doesn’t last long. Following close behind, you’re soon at the door of the tower’s sole bartizan. She leads you in and up a few steps, and then makes sure to close the door. This is easily the most secluded place in the castle, you can probably speak freely here.

“What is it?” Casval asks, keeping his voice low.

“I’ve gotten word from Ramba,” Your mother whispers, “Ms. Hamon will arrive tomorrow morning to take the three of you from here. They’ve secured transport to the space port and off the colony. You’ll be going to earth to stay with one of your fathers friends for awhile.”

“...The three of us?” You ask, your heart sinking, “You aren’t coming too?”

Your mother blinks away some tears, “No.”

Artesia immediately begins bawling, “W-what?! Why aren’t you coming with us? I don’t want to go to earth without you! I won’t go if you’re not coming with us, mommy!”

“I’m sorry, Artesia, I didn’t express myself clearly.” Your mother corrects herself, and exchanges a brief look with you and Casval before turning back to Artesia, “I’m going to join you later. I can’t go with you now, that’s all.”

Your heart sinks, you know exactly what that looks means. She’s telling Artesia a sweet lie to calm her, your mother really won’t be going with you. It suddenly feels difficult to breathe, but you manage to maintain your composure; You need to stay strong for Artesia. Casval again fixes his gaze out of one of the windows, glowering.
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“Then… when? When will you come? C’mon, when?” Artesia begs, grabbing at your mothers coat and hugging her.

“When you’ve become a good girl on Earth.”

“No, not like that!” Artesia shouts, “Promise right, or I won’t be a good girl!”

“Oh, dear.” Your mother moves over a little, pulling Artesia closer, “I’m sorry. Let’s do this, then. On earth you can see stars and other worlds in the sky. The biggest and roundest of them is the Moon. Count each time it shrinks down to half, grows thin, and then grows round again. When it does that one hundred times, that’s when I will come. So wait for me, alright?”

“The Moon will grow round one hundred times?” You little sister asks curiously.

“That’s right, one hundred times. Can you count that high?”

Artesia gives a little nod and starts counting, raising a tiny finger with each number, “One, two, three, four…”
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The next morning.

You’re awoken by a woman’s voice sounding over a loudspeaker from outside of the tower, “I am here to take custody of the three orphaned children of Zeon Zum Deikun, as a special mission for the Federation Munzo Garrison Force! Hand them over immediately!”

Your mother hurries you out of bed and down the stairs to the exit of the tower, stopping to hug all of you before sending you away - forever, possibly. You have to practically pull Artesia away from her, but she follows along behind you and Casval as he opens the door. Light pours into the tower, and you shield your eyes for a moment. A tall, attractive blond woman in a federation officers uniform stands in front of you. Looming behind her, impossible to miss, is the massive armored bulk of a Federation Guntank.

“You’re Miss Hamon?” Casval asks the uniformed woman uncertainly, the three of you keeping close together.

“Good, then you understand.” She answers with a grin, “I am.”

A wave of relief washes over you, and you can’t help but smile back. This plan might actually work!

“Go on, climb aboard!” The disguised Hamon shouts, motioning with her hand toward the Guntank. Behind you, the Zabi guards assigned to the house are a confused mess, babbling and and panicked, some trying to contact authorities over a radio to confirm what’s going on - None of them intervene however, clearly terrified of the tank Ms. Hamon brought with her.

You help Artesia climb up the ladder on the side of the Guntank’s hull, and then down through one of the hatches; the interior is covered in all sorts of switches and screens, and different machine parts that you don’t understand the use of - Climbing a ladder to the the head of the Guntank, you’re soon within the gunnery position in the head. A sort of cockpit, as it were, though the actual driving of the tank is handled by crew down below in the main hull - Ms. Hamon and a pair of particularly nervous looking federation soldiers she brought with her will be handling that.
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Casval presses a button on one of the panels nearby and the cockpit opens up, allowing you to see your mother waving at you from atop the tower. You wave back as the Guntank’s combustion engine roars to life and it begins to rumble away, looking back toward your mother for as long as you can before she finally falls out of sight as the Guntank enters the nearby streets. Tall, colorful apartment buildings block your view of the tower. You never see it again.

The head of the Guntank closes back up, the armored plates and glass viewscreen sealing with a hiss of air, and a few moments later Ms. Hamon appears from the hatch just behind the gunnery control seat.

“Here are your changes of clothes. They’re a little grungy but don’t make a fuss, okay?” She says, dropping off a duffle bag on the floor before disappearing back down into the lower hull. You and your siblings quickly get changed; You and Casval look somewhat normal if a bit dirty, with old coats and hats, but Artesia has been given a baggy purple witches outfit complete with a pointed hat for… some reason. It’s a little odd, but you just go along with it.

There’s an explosion outside, and the guntank wobbles a bit as it rolls over a row of civilian cars in the city streets. You’re actually speeding up! The Guntank is driving erratically, ever more so as it gains speed, swerving about and taking corners sharply. You hold onto a handle nearby with on hand and Artesia with your other as the huge vehicle clips a pair of buildings before correcting its course, dust and masonry flying all about the armored glass viewport for a moment before clearing up. What is Ms. Hamon thinking?!
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This goes on for a few minutes, the far end of the colony and the spaceport growing closer every second as the Guntank practically crashes its way through the city, but eventually it comes screeching to a halt. Ahead of you a wide avenue are three Federation Guntanks forming a blockade.

“What are those?” Artesia asks.

“The enemy.” Casval answers, “My enemy, your enemy, the enemy of everyone.”

Your guntank’s torso is already swiveling to face the leftmost of the opposing guntanks in the blockade, probably Ms. Hamon's doing. A button begins to glow and beep faintly on the gunner’s chair that you and Casval are sitting in, and as you lean down you see that it’s labeled “Master Arm.”

Oh. Well, it’s pretty obvious what that does. Casval presses the button, and a set of joysticks with red triggers and various buttons rise from the control console in front of you both.

“It can be fired from up here, too…” Casval says, reaching for the firing controls.

>Assist Casval with gunnery as best you can. It looks like you have to fight your way out of this. The controls look easy to use.
>”Casval, what are you doing?!” Attempt to dissuade your brother from this madness, Ms. Hamon and the soldiers can handle this. You hope.
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>>5416547
>”Casval, what are you doing?!” Attempt to dissuade your brother from this madness, Ms. Hamon and the soldiers can handle this. You hope.
>"What happened to father's peace? Don't be the one to shoot first brother."
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>>5416547
This >>5416549
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>>5416547
>>Assist Casval with gunnery as best you can. It looks like you have to fight your way out of this. The controls look easy to use.
Anon please, let's not be a Shinji.
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>>5416561
Casval goes too far in rage. This is not being afraid, this is him shooting first and making the situation worse, one of the things that starts the fights between him and Asteria.
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>>5416547
>”Casval, what are you doing?!” Attempt to dissuade your brother from this madness, Ms. Hamon and the soldiers can handle this. You hope.
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>>5416569
And for why He is making things worse, Dozle ordered these guy to not shot the guntank because we are in here. But then Casval start shooting, and the Zabi soldiers decide to ignore their orders and return fire.
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>>5416547
>>Assist Casval with gunnery as best you can. It looks like you have to fight your way out of this. The controls look easy to use.
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>>5416547
>”Casval, what are you doing?!” Attempt to dissuade your brother from this madness, Ms. Hamon and the soldiers can handle this. You hope.
We are outnumbered, let's not draw our gun(tank).
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>>5416560
>>5416574
>>5416599
Attempt to dissuade.

>>5416561
>>5416594
Fire.

Attempt to dissuade wins. Writing.
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>>5416639
Ffs
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>>5416549
>>5416560
>>5416574
>>5416599
“Casval, what are you doing?!” You nearly shout at your brother as he grips the firing controls, a murderous glint in his eyes, “What happened to father’s peace?”

The mention of father seems to snap him back to reality, and he relaxes his grip on the controls momentarily as he speaks, “They’re in our way, Felix! What if they shoot first?”

Casval motions to the viewport and the row of federation Guntanks blocking the street maybe a hundred and fifty meters away; It looks like their main cannons are pointed at you, but it’s hard to tell their precise angles. One of the sensor readouts nearby begins emitting a warning message in a calm female monotone, “Laser warning… Laser warning….”

You gulp, suspecting what the warning means, “Well, they haven’t yet. And it’s wrong to shoot first!”

“Laser warning… Laser warning…”

“Felix, what does that laser thingy mean?” Artesia asks, grabbing tightly onto your arm and sounding distressed.

Faint, muffled shouting from the lower hull can be heard through the metal hatch on the floor. Hamon must be arguing with the soldiers.

“They’re targeting us right now!” Casval protests, his grip tightening on the controls. His eyes narrow once again as he directs his full attention back to the guntanks.

>Oh crap, what if they do fire first? That warning is really ominous! Maybe now isn’t the time for the moral high ground… [Fire]
>Try to stop him, maybe he’ll still listen, try to hold him back physically if you have to.
>Write-in?
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>>5416673
Huh, didn't know italics would interrupt greentext. Interesting.
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>>5416673
>If we shot first we take down one at most and the other two will take us down. If we don't shoot first, then there atleast the the chance they won't Casval!
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>>5416673
>>Oh crap, what if they do fire first? That warning is really ominous! Maybe now isn’t the time for the moral high ground… [Fire]
I'm still going with the shoot first option.
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>>5416673
>Try to stop him, maybe he’ll still listen, try to hold him back physically if you have to.
And say something like >>5416677 suggested
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>>5416677
By the way, I just want to see what would happen if we break canon this early on, we been just protesting but following the tracks so far.
We will be safe if Casval shoots, he is a born ace.
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>>5416677
>>5416689
Writing.
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>>5416677
>>5416689

You try to ignore Artesia’s growing panic and the laser warning system for just a moment, and place a hand on Casval’s shoulder in a last bid to convince him to stop.

“Casval, please, if we shoot first maybe we take down one of them - at most.” You plead, hoping he’ll listen to reason, “That still leaves the other two aiming right at us, think about it for a second. We have to be smarter than just fighting blindly!”

“You don’t know that, Felix.” Your brother shakes his head, pushing you away forcefully with one hand before returning to grip the fire controls, “I have to do this, for both of you…”

It feels like time freezes, outside of the cockpit ceasing to exist as you watch your brother’s index fingers slowly tighten around the red firing triggers. Your eyes widen in shock, he’s really going to do it. Something within you stirs into action, and you shove your hands forward, leaning your whole upper body into the sudden jarring motion, and knock Casval’s hands from the controls. The guns stay silent.

Artesia screams, falling back a few feet and to the floor as you move so unexpectedly, and Casval shouts angrily as he starts to fight back and grabs at your hands. Both of you struggle in and over the gunner’s seat for a few seconds, eventually falling to the floor in a blur of motion. At some point something hits you in the nose, your vision blurring, and you strike back.

“Felix! Casval! Stop it, please!” Artesia screams, horrified at what she's witnessing.

“Get off of me!” Your brother protests angrily, and in a blur you feel something strike your face again. It finally clicks in your mind that he’s not only a little bigger and older than you, but slightly faster as well, and your moment of surprise is quickly wearing off. The next few moments are even more of a blur of limbs and striking, and at the end of it you find yourself separated from Casval, both of you half kneeling on opposite sides of the cockpit with the gunnery seat and controls just between you.
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>>5416950
You wipe a sleeve against your nose, a trail of bright crimson coming away with it, and you can practically hear your own heartbeat as you stare at your brother. He’s a bit bruised up as well, but not as badly, and he looks absolutely furious. Artesia is keeping her distance from both of you, sort of half hiding behind the back of the tall gunner’s seat, her frightened blue eyes and purple hat just barely poking out to look at you.

The guntank suddenly lurches, sending you and Casval sprawling over again onto the hard metal floor. Ow. There’s a series of loud thumps outside of the cockpit. The guns?! You and Casval both rush to stand up, moving back to the controls and center of the viewport to try and see what’s going on outside - The Guntank is definitely moving again, but there’s seemingly smoke everywhere ahead of you… And you’re driving right into it!

You exchange glances with your brother, who seems equally confused.

“What’s going on?” You ask aloud, “Where’d the other gu-”

You’re stop talking as the massive silhouette of one of the blockading Guntanks rolls out of the bank of smoke, the glass of its main viewport briefly catching in the light before your own vehicle suddenly swerves once again, rushing past its side as you continue to gain speed.

“They’re trying to push right through the blockade!” Casval cries out excitedly, raising a fist victoriously, "It's working!"

There’s more faint thuds outside, and you catch a brief glimpse of black cylinders launching overhead and in front of the guntank; some disappear into the already laid smoke, but others seem to just pop into huge, billowing gray clouds.

“They didn’t hold in a line! Haha, we're going to make it!” You practically think aloud, realizing that’s the only way you could’ve made it past part of the blockade and unable to hold in your elation. One of the federation soldiers must have panicked and advanced when your guntank started moving again and firing its smoke launchers; they must be really disorganized to do something like that, even a kid like you knows they could have just sat sti-

A cannon goes off near the cockpit, the smoke clearly briefly around the muzzle blasts as one of the enemy guntanks opens fire blindly. It misses, barely, a pair of explosions half collapsing a small office building to your guntank’s left - rubble and smoke fly all about, but you’re already rumbling past it. The federation being disorganized and panicky isn’t all upsides, it seems!
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>>5416952
A few seconds later and you’re already exiting the most recently launched smoke clouds, the street ahead of you fully visible again - There are no guntanks in the way anymore, they must all be behind you now. There’s another pair of shots from behind you, even more off target, and the front of a yellow building a ways ahead of you down the street disappears in a flash of fire and smoke. A few pedestrians are silhouetted briefly, but when the smoke clears they’re nowhere to be seen and nearby cars are burning wrecks. Your blood runs cold. You stopped Casval from shooting first, but people are still dying.

Your brother glares at you and slides back into the seat, but he still leaves a space for you to join him as he leans forward to work the controls. The torso of your guntank slowly spins to face backwards toward the smoke clouds and enemy guntanks firing at your escape…

>Assist Casval. Father never spoke against self-defense, and you need to get away safely!
>Let your brother handle this, Artesia looks like she might have gotten hurt during one of those falls and you should help her..

I'm proud to have been able to present the two most recurring plot points in UC gundam in these posts: Federation incompetence and Zeon infighting.
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>>5416955
>Assist Casval. Father never spoke against self-defense, and you need to get away safely!
I really hoped Dozle would be able to stop his men from fucking up, but it seems I gave to much credit to a Zabi.
Well, time for the gloves to come off.
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>>5416955
>Let your brother handle this, Artesia looks like she might have gotten hurt during one of those falls and you should help her..
Have to make sure our little sister is all right.
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>>5416955
>>Assist Casval. Father never spoke against self-defense, and you need to get away safely!
>Spoiler
It really is a wonder how either managed to survive so long.
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>>5416955
Oh, and I think you did a fantastic job showing that the federation and zeon will always manage to find a way to make a mess. It's a good lesson to take to heart.
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>>5416955
>>Assist Casval. Father never spoke against self-defense, and you need to get away safely!
Now that we've established that we're on the side of the angels...
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>>5416962
>>5416980
Returning fire! Writing.
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>>5416957
>>5416962
>>5416980

You slide into the seat alongside Casval and don’t waste any time, taking control of one of the joysticks controlling the weapons; yours seems to control the guntank’s arms, while Casval still has command over torso rotation and the main cannons. You give the controls a little test wiggle, and the independent crosshair for the arm guns drifts across the HUD projected over the viewscreen. With your brief moment of familiarization with the controls over, you start scanning for targets.

The first presents itself quickly, one of the enemy guntanks having backed out of the smoke rather than correcting its direction; its torso has twisted to face you, but it’s crawling after you at an achingly slow pace as it moves in reverse. You slew the crosshair onto the lower hull, a steadier target than the upper body, taking careful aim - Casval fires the main guns before you get a chance to open up, and for a briefest moment you see a faint silhouette of the pair of shells in flight, just a pair of little black blurs that are gone as soon as you notice them. Explosions rock the enemy guntank’s main body, one of its arms flying off as the armored plating is perforated and completely buckles in multiple places as the titanium armor breaks near its welds - It almost looks like half of the vehicle is disassembling itself, bits of fire and metal spewing out of it violently.

You pull the trigger, letting off a stream of armor piercing autocannon rounds into the weak rear armor of the lower hull, little flashes dancing across the metal like a sewing machine over cloth, eventually catching one of its tracks and chewing it into so much scrap metal with concentrated fire. The guntank, thoroughly ruined in a matter of seconds, spins entirely out of control and only manages to avoid crashing into a nearby building due to its slow reverse speed.

The other two guntanks makes themselves known a few seconds later, facing forward properly as they charge out through the smoke firing all of their weapons, arm guns scoring a series of hits on your own vehicle and sending impossibly loud clangs echoing through its interior. You wince, ducking slightly out of instinct as the flashes of impact briefly strike near the viewscreen, but Casval is already lining up a shot and returning fire - He takes the head off of the lead federation vehicle with a pair of roaring cannon blasts, leaving behind a ruined stump of burning metal and shattered glass, and something detonates in the interior near one of its main cannons. There’s a brief gout of flame shooting a dozen meters into the air from a hatch, and then a bright flash as the struck guntank just… ceases to be from the lower hull upward. Your own guntank’s viewscreen dims significantly to keep from blinding you with the intensity of the explosion.
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>>5417076
The street is an absolute ruin, a mix of rubble, flipped and burning cars, and scattered smoking bits of the guntank’s upper body. The lower hull isn’t moving anymore, a roaring inferno soaring into the sky from where the upper body used to connect to it. The third guntank hasn’t slowed though, its main cannons flashing as they discharge - There’s a horribly moment of fear that sweeps over you as an explosion fills the viewscreen, and a clang louder than anything you’ve every heard reverberates through your entire vehicle. You exhale sharply, realizing with a shock that you’re still alive. The armor held.

Casval begins lining up his next shots, and you once again slew the arm guns into position, settling the orange crosshair on the left track of the last enemy guntank - it worked before, no reason to stop now. A steady, rattling burst sees the track set free as bits of twisted metal fly about here and there among flashing incendiary detonations, and the enemy vehicle swerves - This one does plow into one of the buildings along the side of the street, embedding deeply in it before fully coming to a stop. It's harmless now. Casval fires anyways, striking the back of its upper body. You wince as two huge holes appear in the thinner armor, smoke billowing from them, but there’s no catastrophic explosion this time…

Behind your seat, Artesia is absolutely crying her eyes out, “Casval! Felix! A-all those poor people! Stop it!”

You stop immediately, not having wanted to resort to violence to begin with, but Casval keeps an eye on the viewscreen for a moment longer before swiveling the upper body back to facing your guntank’s direction of travel down the long road to the space port.

Artesia grabs at your sleeve, crying and speaking almost incoherently, and you get out of the chair and do your best to try and comfort her, wrapping her in a tight hug.

“It’s okay, Artesia, it’s over.” You try to console her, “There won’t be any more fighting. Nobody is going to get hurt anymore.”
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>>5417079
The guntank continues to rumble its way down the road for a few more minutes, crushing abandoned cars all the way, until eventually a very unwelcome sight comes into view - another federation blockade about two kilometers away, a staggered row of five guntanks and half a dozen conventional tanks with twin cannons… You definitely can’t fight that. The space port isn’t all that far now though, looming across the entire sky in the distance…

The hatch in the floor opens and Ms. Hamon sticks her head up through it, her federation officers cap now missing. “We’re abandoning the vehicle! Come on, quickly now, we need to get out immediately!”

Casval goes first down the ladder, and then Artesia, and finally you - You aren’t going to leave your little sister to climb down last. Now down in the main hull you continue to follow Ms. Hamon, who has opened an exterior hatch that leads out onto the main body of the still moving guntank. It’s moving much slower, but that’s a small comfort. Smoke is billowing from the impacts along the body of the guntank where it was struck earlier, making it difficult to see or breathe, and you cough a few times as you guide Artesia along behind Casval and Ms. Hamon.

“Come on! I have it set to auto-control, it should keep driving forward! The smoke will cover our escape. Move it, come on!” Hamon shouts, waving you to the very back of the vehicle.

Hamon jumps down to the ground below, staggering a bit but managing to keep on her feet. Casval jumps a moment later, and then Artesia - Casval and Ms. Hamon catch her together. You jump down immediately afterward, a little less gracefully than you planned, but other than a few new scrapes to go along with the bruises from earlier you’re fine.

Ms. Hamon quickly leads you off the street and into a nearby alleyway, and your little group continues at a slow jog for a few minutes. Behind you, there’s a roar of dozens of cannons and a colossal explosion which nearly sends you all to the ground again - The federation blockade must have fired on the guntank. You gulp and break out into a cold sweat, knowing that you’d be dead if you had tried to fight. Your hands shake slightly, but you get it under control as you hold Artesia’s hand to guide her along. She’s practically having to run to keep up with the rest of you, the poor thing.

Eventually you stop at along a small side street, Ms. Hamon carefully reading the street signs, “...This is the place. Ramba should be here soon, we just have to wait a little while.”

Sure enough, a blue armored car drives past slowly about a minute and a half later, and Ms. Hamon hails it down with an almost comical, “Hey, Taxi!”

The armored car’s window rolls down, revealing a tired but relieved looking Ramba Ral, “Where are you headed, miss?”

You snicker a bit at the absurdity of the exchange and get in the car with the others.
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A few minutes later.

The drive went by quickly, a single armored car easily slipping through the many holes in the federation security blockades that are hastily being established across the city. Artesia had some small cuts from falling inside of the guntank, and one of Ramba’s men helps you apply some small bandages. There’s a brief stop at a warehouse where you transfer into a nondescript cargo container - the interior is cushioned and has survival supplies, and Jimba Ral is in there as well! It seems the haggard looking old man will be leaving with you and your siblings to go to earth. You can feel the cargo crate being lifted and then set down again, and then a faint acceleration - they must have loaded you onto a truck or something.

The next twenty minutes are filled with tension, every bump and scrape of the crate as it is moved from the truck and into what must be the cargo port filling your mind with wild ideas. You can’t see anything, and you can barely hear anything but have to remain absolutely quiet regardless. Artesia’s cat almost gets you discovered once by meowing constantly, but it ultimately amounts to nothing but a bad scare. Still, every movement or bump could be the precursor to Zabi goon ripping the crate open and capturing you… or maybe your nerves are just a little frayed from the fighting earlier. You haven’t had much time to process that yet, truth be told. People died, and you’re responsible. The thought doesn’t sit well with you at all.
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Eventually you’re pretty sure that your crate has been loaded onto a cargo ship and that you’re under way, the feeling of acceleration growing and then remaining constant like the tug of gravity. After exchanging brief looks with Casval you know what has to be done. You both reach for the crate’s release lever, and one of its sides falls away with a hiss.

“No, it’s still to early!” Jimba protests, but you’re greeted with the sight of sterile rows of stacked cargo within an otherwise barren cargo bay. It’s completely safe, he’s just being paranoid. The acceleration of the vessel slows, and you feel yourself suddenly become weightless as the reality of microgravity sets it. It feels… natural.

“W-why am I floating?” Artesia asks, waving her arms around as she tries to right herself.

“There isn’t gravity in space,” You explain, kicking lightly off the plating below you and floating over to help her.

“Come on, both of you.” Casval says, waving you toward a gap in the crates nearby.

Aha! There it is, a window. Ms. Hamon told you there’d be quite the view from the ship, that you could see Earth and the Sun from where you’d be on the ship. Before you lies an inky black void, dotted with a million million tiny lights - a beautiful sea of stars, the brightest and largest of which you immediately recognize as the sun. The exterior of the colony is also visible, along with a few cargo vessels moving in and out of the port.

It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

“It’s amazing!” Artesia exclaims.

“This… this is space?” You brother Casval asks in wonder, peering intently through the small window.

You say nothing, unable to put your feeling of awe into words.

Artesia nearly jumps in excitement as she spots something, pressing a tiny finger against the glass as she points, “Casval, Felix, look! It’s so pretty!”

A tiny blue orb hangs in the distance, a beautiful world utterly unlike anything else in the darkness of space.

“That must be the earth!” Casval states, leaning in closer.

“Earth?” Artesia questions, “That’s earth? The place we’re going?”

“That’s right, Artesia.” You say, trying to get a better view.

“It’s blue and beautiful but humans have polluted it,” Casval explains to her, “That’s why spacenoids were driven away from there and came into space.”

…The journey goes by quickly, too quickly, the three of you discussing each new sight as it presents itself before the tiny window.
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Several years later.

“O people of space! Now is the time to awaken! To realize your latent potential! We are at the dawn of a transformation of mankind. A true enlightenment of the human race. And we may finally be poised, ready to transcend what has always been thought of as the impossible- infinite space, and time itself.”
-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0065

1:00 PM, 14 July, UC 0071
Teabolo estate, Andalusia, Spain

The last few years have been peaceful. Teabolo Mass, a wealthy man and close friend of your late father, adopted you and your siblings shortly after you arrived on earth with Jimba. You’ve lived in Teabolo’s villa, really more of a castle, in Andalusia for the last three years, and assumed new names as a precaution against Zabi plots. Artesia is now known as Sayla, Casval has taken the name Édouard, and you are Maxime. Jimba has grown strange over the years, turning more and more paranoid, but the old man still lives with you despite his regular disappearances on business.

Over the past three years you’ve grown and learned a lot. You and Casval, or rather "Édouard," are notably quite tall and athletic for your age but still just eleven and twelve years old respectively. You adoptive father Teabolo has provided for your every need, and your education provided by private instructors has been excellent and well ahead of what even some of the best regarded private schools back in Side 3, now known as the Republic of Zeon after the Zabis changed the name, could have provided.

The sun is still high in the sky, many hours of daylight left; what is it that you’re doing?
>You’re out with Sayla helping tend to some of the sick people in a refugee camp nearby. There’s an international charity running the place and it’s actually quite safe; you’ve grown closer to Artesia and really learned to connect with strangers over the last few years as you’ve helped around the camp.
>You’re with Édouard in the courtyard, practicing shooting. Not with actual firearms, though Mr. Teabolo does have a few of those and you’ve had occasion to fire them, but instead with a pair of high powered air rifles. You’ve really bonded as brothers, though you often have different ways of doing things.
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>>5417084
Apologies for the absolute monster of a post, anons. I felt that the pacing was dragging a bit and wanted to move things along to when you should have some more agency as a character, though all these early decisions were still super helpful for establishing Felix's personality and a few minor changes to the timeline. Hopefully you all still enjoyed the read!
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>>5417084
>You’re with Édouard in the courtyard, practicing shooting.
>>5417087
>Spoiler
I think the pacing was fine but it was a good place to do a time skip. I'm enjoying it a bunch, and you're doing pretty great so far.
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A shame we didn't take back Zeon yet

>>5417084
>You’re out with Sayla helping tend to some of the sick people in a refugee camp nearby. There’s an international charity running the place and it’s actually quite safe; you’ve grown closer to Artesia and really learned to connect with strangers over the last few years as you’ve helped around the camp.
Still think we should be close to her, we might be able to dissuade her from making certain 'interesting' decisions.

>>5417087
Don't worry about it OP, this quest is pretty good.
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>>5417084
>You’re with Édouard in the courtyard, practicing shooting. Not with actual firearms, though Mr. Teabolo does have a few of those and you’ve had occasion to fire them, but instead with a pair of high powered air rifles. You’ve really bonded as brothers, though you often have different ways of doing things.
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>>5417084
>You’re out with Sayla helping tend to some of the sick people in a refugee camp nearby. There’s an international charity running the place and it’s actually quite safe; you’ve grown closer to Artesia and really learned to connect with strangers over the last few years as you’ve helped around the camp.
We need to be a "moderating" influence.
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>>5417084
>You’re out with Sayla helping tend to some of the sick people in a refugee camp nearby. There’s an international charity running the place and it’s actually quite safe; you’ve grown closer to Artesia and really learned to connect with strangers over the last few years as you’ve helped around the camp.
Great to be able to catch a vote again
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>>5417164
+1

No need to worry qm.
The update was great!
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>>5417084
>>You’re with Édouard in the courtyard, practicing shooting. Not with actual firearms, though Mr. Teabolo does have a few of those and you’ve had occasion to fire them, but instead with a pair of high powered air rifles. You’ve really bonded as brothers, though you often have different ways of doing things.
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>>5417084
>You’re out with Sayla helping tend to some of the sick people in a refugee camp nearby. There’s an international charity running the place and it’s actually quite safe; you’ve grown closer to Artesia and really learned to connect with strangers over the last few years as you’ve helped around the camp.
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>>5417090
>>5417196
>>5417367
Three for practicing with Édouard.

>>5417164
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>>5417372
Five for helping Sayla.

Sayla wins. Writing.

Thank you for the kind words, anons.
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The summer sun hangs high overhead, a small breeze drifting through the rows of makeshift brown and blue tents that make up the refugee camp; some are simple tarps, others are sheets of canvas, and only a handful were actually meant for disaster relief.

You are standing just outside of one such tent, rummaging through a backpack of supplies trying to find the right kind of bandage. Sayla is about a meter and a half away, kneeling next to a gray bearded old man with an injured hand. She’s just about done inspecting the wound - It isn’t all that deep or you’d need to call over one of the actual medics to help, but there are plenty of nasty scrapes and cuts you can both still treat on your own.

Most of the people in the camp were displaced to the area by a Federation industrial project that flooded their towns. Official relief stopped a few months after the disaster, some people got shipped off to colonies but a lot of others just got left where they were without any real help. They have nowhere to go, and many have been here for years, and the most common issue is illness and lack of food - But there are still plenty of more immediately treatable issues to go around like this old man's hand.

“Where is it?...” You mutter to yourself, shifting around some of the other supplies in the bag, “They really need to organize these packs better, almost feel like we’re being sabotaged...”

“We can get this fixed right up, sir.” Sayla says to the old man cheerfully before glancing back over to you, “Find it yet, Maxime?”

“Almost, I think.” You say, having finally found some bandages, if not the right kind, “I’m going to want to talk to Georgi when we get back, this pack almost feels like it was purposefully put together to be confusing.”

Artesia gives a little snort at your comment, “He’s been busy, cut him some slack. It can’t be that bad.”

“...I guess not.” You say, raising the thin and nondescript foil bandage package in mock triumph as soon as you find it, “There we go.”

You hand it over and Sayla gets to work, tending to the old man. A few others in the camp are crowded around, watching. From their faces you can tell some are probably waiting for help as well. You’re both familiar faces around the camp by now, with or without the arm bands marking you as volunteers.

“It’s hard to believe you’re both so young. I’m sure you’ll grow up to be a great doctor someday, Miss.” The old man says in appreciation as Sayla finishes, “Thank you so much.”

Sayla stands up and is positively beaming, “I’m just happy we could help.”

You help some of the others for the next few minutes, a few more cuts and scrapes. To your eye a few of the injuries on some of the kids close to your age look like they came from fights, but it’s nothing serious. You sigh, hoping it isn’t from abuse.
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>>5417404
Where are you off to next?

>Deliver medicine to some of the sick, make a quick report to Georgi, and then head back to your adoptive father Teabolo’s villa. Jimba was lecturing Édouard last you saw, which can last for hours. Maybe you should give him some company as relief from the old man's ranting.

>Ask around a bit about if there have really been fights. You’re not going to try to solve the problem yourself or anything, at least probably not, but if it's more serious than you thought it should get reported to somebody who can deal with it.

>Off to complain to Georgi, of course! He keeps changing things without telling you and it really slows things down. You need to stop by anyways, but with some luck you might bump into his daughter Elena again while you’re there on a longer visit. She’s always nice to see.
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>>5417408
>>Off to complain to Georgi, of course! He keeps changing things without telling you and it really slows things down. You need to stop by anyways, but with some luck you might bump into his daughter Elena again while you’re there on a longer visit. She’s always nice to see.

Supply issues could spread to other areas easily, it might be best to head these off.
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>>5417404
>Ask around a bit about if there have really been fights. You’re not going to try to solve the problem yourself or anything, at least probably not, but if it's more serious than you thought it should get reported to somebody who can deal with it.
Plot hook!
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>>5417408
>Ask around a bit about if there have really been fights. You’re not going to try to solve the problem yourself or anything, at least probably not, but if it's more serious than you thought it should get reported to somebody who can deal with it.
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>>5417422
>>5417454
Writing.
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>>5417422
>>5417454

As you’re tightening the straps on your backpack and getting ready to head off with Sayla, you just can’t quite shake the thought that something wrong is going on here. The cuts and bruises on the kids weren’t that bad, and it might just have been from messing around, but you decide to ask about it anyways.

“Sayla, hold up for a second, okay?” You ask your sister, scanning around to see where some of the kids got off too. They’re probably about your age, give or take a year or two, but almost all of them are still smaller than you. Something to do with a history of malnutrition, you’ve heard Georgi and some of the other doctors talk about it before when they had you handing out rations.

You spot a couple of the kids in a group, already wandering off back into the depths of the sprawling camp.

“Hmm? What is it?” Sayla questions, stepping closer.

“Some of the injuries looked like they came from fights, those bloody knuckles the one had,” You explain, “I’m going to ask around a bit and see if it’s anything we should do something about.”

“You really think so? It did look a little odd.” She says, narrowing her blue eyes as she considers things, “I’ll help.”

“Thanks, Sayla. They like you more anyways,” You say with a shrug, glad to have a sister like her, “Come on.”

You both catch up with the group of kids quickly, they’re gathered near an old rusted burn barrel. They’re a bit dirty looking, wearing donated and patched clothes; you think you remember one of them from a previous trip into the camp… Luis. He’s a bit smaller than the rest, with short brown hair and wearing an oversized surplus federation army jacket that hangs down nearly to his knees.

“Hey, Luis.” You say, giving a small wave as you walk over, “Do you have a few minutes?”

“Uh, hi… Sure, I guess.” He says, looking more to Sayla than you. She gives a little wave as well and says hello, and Luis very quickly shifts his gaze to you as his cheeks turn a bit red.

“Are you doing alright?” Sayla asks, a few of the others in the group giving vague grunts of confirmation and nodding unconvincingly. They keep glancing off into the camp, between a few of the larger tents. Briefly you spot a blur of motion over there, but you don’t catch who it was they were looking at.
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>>5417529
Luis rubs at one the baggy sleeves of his oversized jacket, hesitating nervously before speaking, “...Actually I’ve been better.”

“Oh?” You say, hoping he’ll elaborate.

“You can tell us, Luis. We’re just here to help.” Sayla urges him on.

“It’s, uhm, it’s Diego.” Luis says, his eyes flicking in the same direction as the others were looking a moment ago, “We tried to fight him.”

“What’d he do?” You ask.

“He was taking our food!” One of the other kids suddenly shouts, apparently finding his courage, “He’s a bastard, he just takes everything he wants.”

“And so you tried to stop him.” You conclude, “And… lost?”

“Yeah, he’s scary.” The tallest kid in the group says, “I thought he was going to kill us!”

Kill you?” Sayla asks with a mix of worry and incredulity, “You weren’t hurt that bad. You aren’t hiding worse injuries are you? We can get a docto-”

Luis shakes his head, “N-no, no, we got away alright, mostly - but he had a pipe at the end and was screaming like an animal or something, he’s a freak!”

Well, that does sound worrying, but it could be a lot worse.

>Find Diego and talk with him. You don’t have the whole story, but he sounds dangerous. If push comes to shove you’ve fought before, but you'd prefer to talk this all out.
>Get Luis and the others some more raitons and then report to Georgi, maybe he’ll have something he can do about this. Violence in the camp is bad, even among kids, but it's not really your place to step in and solve things.
>Consult with Sayla, maybe she has a different read on the situation.
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>>5417531
>>Find Diego and talk with him. You don’t have the whole story, but he sounds dangerous. If push comes to shove you’ve fought before, but you'd prefer to talk this all out.
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>>5417531
>Find Diego and talk with him. You don’t have the whole story, but he sounds dangerous. If push comes to shove you’ve fought before, but you'd prefer to talk this all out.
>Get something to protect yourself just in case. Never bring fists to a pipe fight
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>>5417531
>Consult with Sayla, maybe she has a different read on the situation.
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>>5417531
>Consult with Sayla, maybe she has a different read on the situation.
Good to build up trust with our little sis, for when the war eventually happens.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

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>>5417534
Right to Diego.

>>5417535
>>5417545
Consult with Sayla.

Rolling it off to keep things moving. Diego is one, Sayla is two.
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>>5417533
>>5417534

“I think maybe we should have a chat with Diego, Sayla.” You say, “Luis, could you describe him?”

“I can do better than that, man. H-he’s right over there!”, Luis stammers out, pointing toward the tents the group had been glancing nervously at a bit ago.

A dark haired boy just a little shorter than you is standing in the shadows between the pair of large tents. He’s skinny, and a bit better dressed than most of the other kids in the camp; his clothes more or less fit. A set of old tan fatigues, a slightly darker jacket, and brown boots - vaguely military looking but too small to have ever been part of a uniform. The details of his face aren’t all that clear from over here, but he’s definitely giving you one hell of a scowl.

“Oh. Oh no. Maxime, come on, don’t do anything dumb, please.” Sayla says, grabbing your hand as you stand a little straighter and squint your eyes to try and see Diego a little more clearly in the bright sunlight.

“We’re just going to talk, Sayla.” You reassure her, “Come on, it’ll be easier if we both go.”

“You’re crazy, man.” Luis says, chuckling nervously and backing away along with the others. Probably for the best, having the group go with you would just make things more tense.

“Promise me you’re not going to start something,” Sayla says stubbornly, tightening her grip as you start to take a step in the direction of the tents Diego is standing between.

“I promise I won’t start anything,” You say, reaching to your backpack briefly to confirm that your knife is still attached to its side. It’s a small fixed blade for helping around the camp, definitely not meant for fighting, but if somebody comes at you with a metal pipe then it’s better than nothing.

“No, not like that,” She protests, “You know what I mean, Maxime.”

You sigh and meet her eyes, “Sayla, I’m not going over there to provoke a fight either.”

She exhales and relaxes her grip, “Good.”
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>>5417597
When you look back to Diego he’s not there anymore. Crap. In fact Luis and the other kids are gone now as well - You might be familiar with the camp but these kids live here, and they know when and how to bolt quickly.

“Where’d he go?” You ask aloud, hurrying along after Diego with Sayla. The path heading to the two large tents isn’t exactly busy, but you have to be careful not to bump into people going about their business.

“I think he went left?” Sayla answers, narrowly avoiding running into a man as he exits the front of a nearby tent.

As you pass by the two large tents you catch sight of Diego again, briefly, on a branching path leading toward the edge of the camp.

“I feel like this is a little aggressive!” Sayla says, running alongside you, “He must think we’re chasing him!”

“We are chasing him,” You correct her, realizing you’ve forgotten something very obvious while running after Diego, “He just doesn’t have the right idea about what we’re going to do when we catch him. Diego! Stop! We just want to talk!”

“Diego, hold up!” Sayla shouts as you keep moving, drawing the attention of people standing nearby, “We just want to talk!”

The game of briefly glimpsing him and then losing sight again continues for a while. It doesn't seem like he's going to stop, no matter how much you shout.

>Keep chasing him toward the edge of the camp. You really do just want to talk.
>Stop chasing. This isn’t how you wanted this to go down, and you’re not quite sure where he’s leading you.
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>>5417599
>>Stop chasing. This isn’t how you wanted this to go down, and you’re not quite sure where he’s leading you.
Gut feeling, he's leading us into a less advantageous position and will probably attack us. I don't see a reason to charge headfirst into a pipe.
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>>5417599
>Stop chasing. This isn’t how you wanted this to go down, and you’re not quite sure where he’s leading you.
Oh no, we are a dumb anime protag. Our painful death is sealed
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>>5417613
>>5417603
Writing.
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>>5417603
>>5417613

As you lose sight of Diego again, the edge of the camp growing closer and close as you rush down a narrow dirt path between drab tents, it becomes clear that this isn’t going to work. More than that, the way he's avoiding you is positively suspicious - He might be leading you into a trap. You put an arm out to your side as you slow down, signaling for Sayla to do the same.

“We’re giving up?” Sayla questions, slowing down alongside you and looking around the nearby tents more carefully.

“I have a bad feeling about where he’s leading us.” You say, voice low, “He’s letting us keep spotting him. It has to be on purpose.”

There are fewer people on this side of the camp, and the tents are less cared for. You’ve been to this side of the camp a few times before but never lingered long, the layout mostly a mystery to you. Usually you and Sayla keep closer to the doctor’s tents.

“It was pretty convenient…” Sayla mutters nervously, grabbing your hand again, “Maybe we should just leave and tell Georgi, we tried our best.”

A few of the refugees here are giving you strange looks, whispering to one another. You might have handed rations out to a few of them before, it’s hard to remember exactly, but they don’t seem all that enthused by your presence today. Running in shouting after somebody probably didn’t help with that…

>”Hey, mister, do you know where that kid was going? We’re trying to talk with him.” Ask one of the locals, maybe somebody knows where Diego lives and you can approach more carefully.
>”...You’re right, Sayla. I don’t think we’ll be able to talk to him today, not without trouble anyways.” Head back to Georgi to report, maybe he can do something.
>Write-in?
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>>5417698
>”Hey, mister, do you know where that kid was going? We’re trying to talk with him.” Ask one of the locals, maybe somebody knows where Diego lives and you can approach more carefully.
>But what if he is in trouble sister? If he is just a bully like the other kids said, he wouldn't have run away when we came to talk to him.
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>>5417698
>”...You’re right, Sayla. I don’t think we’ll be able to talk to him today, not without trouble anyways.” Head back to Georgi to report, maybe he can do something.
Yeah I'm not liking this. We're in an area we don't know surrounded by people who'll probably try to leverage us in some way.
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>>5417698
>”...You’re right, Sayla. I don’t think we’ll be able to talk to him today, not without trouble anyways.” Head back to Georgi to report, maybe he can do something.
Comes with a side benefit of maybe getting to complain to him too.

Never seen any gundam, but this quest has been pretty cool so far and seems promising.
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>>5417698
>>”...You’re right, Sayla. I don’t think we’ll be able to talk to him today, not without trouble anyways.” Head back to Georgi to report, maybe he can do something.
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>>5417758
Writing.
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Anons in this quest are a bunch of candy asses holy shit
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“You’re right, Sayla.” You say, growing more wary of the situation you’ve found yourself in, “I don’t think we’ll be able to talk to him today, not without trouble anyways.”

Sayla squeezes your hand a little as she nods in agreement, “Let’s go back.”

It doesn’t take long to cross back through the refugee camp toward the side you’re more familiar with; Teabolo’s villa is on the hill in the same direction, a very clear landmark that dominates the skyline almost like a medieval castle looking down over an encamped army. Unfortunately reality is much less glorious than the stories you used to read to Sayla, and there’s nothing fantastical at all about the conditions of the camp. It’s cleaner than it could be, but still pretty filthy, and better supplied than it could be, but still always low. That’s the story here, day in and day out, aid workers struggling to keep the status quo let alone improve the situation.

Without Teabolo’s patronage it’s unlikely the improvement in conditions of the last year or so would have been possible, and you know Georgi and some of the other doctors helping organize things have been petitioning for Federation assistance in getting these people more permanent placements. It’s unlikely to happen, the Federation officially considers the crisis to be resolved after their previous intervention, but it isn’t impossible. Even just dumping them in the colonies might be better than this, though that would just leave them homeless in space instead of Spain, and wouldn’t do anything to get them their old homes back or all the years they lost.

Earth might be beautiful, but situations like this are absolutely rotten. It's exactly the kind of situation your father wanted to solve before the Zabis murdered him.
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>>5417803
You pass beyond the last of the drab refugee tents and out of the camp, Just ahead of you, the white and red modular buildings the doctors and aid workers are based in stand out starkly among the dark earth tones at the base of the hill leading to Teabolo’s village. They’re ugly but functional buildings made of metal, repurposed military surplus from the Federation army. You pass by the clinic, waving to a few of the staff as they greet you and Sayla, and quickly make your way inside the main administrative building. It’s not much to look at, a white rectangle with a few windows and an automatic door.

The door hisses and slides to the side as you approach, shudders, makes a horrible metallic screeching noise, and then doesn’t open fully.

“This again?” You complain, sighing as you manually slide the door the rest of the way open. You motion for Sayla to enter first.

“Huh, didn’t that get fixed yesterday?” Sayla asks while stepping inside the air conditioned building, tapping a finger against the malfunctioning door inquisitively, “It couldn’t have broken again so soon.”

“It’s junk!” Georgi yells from a room away, his voice muffled by the intervening walls. He’s always had alarmingly good hearing, you weren’t even speaking that loudly.

“Hey, Georgi! We’re back!” You call out, closing the door manually behind you.

A desk where a secretary should be is just ahead of you, that work is usually handled by Georgi’s daughter Elena who seems to be absent, and just past the desk are a pair of doors; one leads to Georgi’s office, the other to a small shared room for other workers.

You enter Georgi’s office, finding him drowning in work as usual. His desk is always pure clutter, an old computer and keyboard fighting a losing battle against the paper they were supposed to replace centuries ago. He’s a large and rough looking man, with squashed almost thuggish features and black hair flecked with gray - If you were just meeting him for the first time you’d guess he was part of some sort of organized crime group rather than a charity.

“What are my two favorite volunteers up to today?” He asks, flashing his bright white teeth. He’s always made time for you and Sayla despite his heavy workload, but you suspect that has a lot to do with being Teabolo’s adopted children.

“Just reporting back and dropping off our unused supplies,” You answer, “Though there was also problem with a few of the kids we wanted to talk about.”

You and Sayla sit down in the office’s two open chairs and explain the situation as best you can, going through the whole story while Georgi listens intently.
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>>5417804
“You don’t like the new backpacks?” He asks at the end, almost sounding hurt. That… that isn’t the takeaway you were hoping he would have from all of that.

“What, I-” You start to say, realizing half a second too late what he’s doing.

“Hah! I’m just messing with you, Maxime.” He chuckles, waving a hand apologetically, “No, no, I understand what you’ve both been saying. That’s very troubling, I’ll see if any of my people know about this ‘Diego’ kid, we probably have a record of him somewhere. It’s good that you came back here, I would hate to have seen either of you get hurt. And I’ll see if somebody can get that backpack thing sorted out, for real this time.”

“Thanks, Georgi.” Sayla says, smiling.

“Yeah, thanks.” You say as well, “I think that covers everything…”

>Head back to Teabolo’s villa as you planned before. Édouard is probably still stuck in one of Jimba’s lectures, though that might be over by now.
>Hang around the compound a bit, see if anyone else needs some help. Technically you’re done for the day, but you’re friends with a lot of the other workers. Maybe Elena is around?
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>>5417806
>>Head back to Teabolo’s villa as you planned before. Édouard is probably still stuck in one of Jimba’s lectures, though that might be over by now.
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>>5417767
Oh yeah, lets follow the local violent delinquent clearly leading us away from the medical tents and into unfamiliar parts of the refugee camp. We're, like, 12 and Artesia is 10, bro, lets save the daring do for when shit really hits the fan.

>>5417806
>>Head back to Teabolo’s villa as you planned before. Édouard is probably still stuck in one of Jimba’s lectures, though that might be over by now.
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>>5417806
>Hang around the compound a bit, see if anyone else needs some help. Technically you’re done for the day, but you’re friends with a lot of the other workers. Maybe Elena is around?
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>>5417806
>Head back to Teabolo’s villa as you planned before. Édouard is probably still stuck in one of Jimba’s lectures, though that might be over by now.
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>>5417806
>>Head back to Teabolo’s villa as you planned before. Édouard is probably still stuck in one of Jimba’s lectures, though that might be over by now.
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The journey back up the hill to Teabolo’s fortified villa, your home for the last three years, takes maybe fifteen minutes. The road is a bit winding to allow for vehicles to make their way up, but you’re soon at the stone gatehouse. The guards peer out of an anachronistically modern looking armored window and then wave you in, greeting you and your sister as the heavy wooden doors swing open to allow you to enter the courtyard. It’s a decently sized area, large enough to comfortably practice shooting in or entertain dozens of guests in an open air party, and surrounded on three sides by loggias with various arched doorways leading into the rest of the sprawling stone home.

Teabolo Mass, your adoptive father, is speaking with a few men in suits just past the main gate. Teabolo is quite a massive man, alarmingly overweight in fact, but he’s a gentle soul who has done his best to be your father these last few years - He was quite a close friend of your late father, and it shows in how much he seems to care for you all. Sayla seems to have fully accepted him, but Édouard is… less comfortable with having a new father, though they still get along well.

You…
>Greet Teabolo warmly. You’ve accepted him as your new father.
>Greet Teabolo politely. You’re thankful for what he’s done but he isn’t your father. The Zabis murdered him and nothing will change that.
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>>5417873
>Greet Teabolo politely. You’re thankful for what he’s done but he isn’t your father. The Zabis murdered him and nothing will change that.
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>>5417873
>>Greet Teabolo politely. You’re thankful for what he’s done but he isn’t your father. The Zabis murdered him and nothing will change that.
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>>5417873
>>Greet Teabolo politely. You’re thankful for what he’s done but he isn’t your father. The Zabis murdered him and nothing will change that.
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>>5417873
>>Greet Teabolo politely. You’re thankful for what he’s done but he isn’t your father. The Zabis murdered him and nothing will change that.
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>>5417873
>>Greet Teabolo politely. You’re thankful for what he’s done but he isn’t your father. The Zabis murdered him and nothing will change that.
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“Good afternoon, Teabolo.” You say, nodding to him as you pass by. He smiles and returns the gesture, turning away from whatever business he was dealing with for a moment.

“Are you busy, dad?” Artesia asks, looking over the two other men in suits.

“I am, yes. Do you need to talk though?” He asks, “I can finish this later if you ne-”

“No, no, it’s okay. I don’t want to intrude.” Sayla says, shaking her head and moving further into the courtyard alongside you. As you you walk away, heading to a nearby doorway, you overhear Teabolo and the two men continue their conversation.

“...Yashima is producing a new fighter? How intriguing, though I must say that the initiative for improved energy transport from Jupiter you mentioned earlier sounds more promising as an investment, the energy fleet is very secure…”

“...I assure you that both are fine options, sir, though with the present political situation the Yashima investment may prove more prudent in the medium term…”

As you round the corner the rest of the conversation is cut off, too quiet to hear through the thick stone walls.

Moving up a beautiful, if questionably structurally sound, flight of old wooden stairs, you’re soon at the door of the old study where most of your education takes place; today isn't a tutoring day, but you can hear Jimba from the other side of the door already. You open the door, looking into the room. It’s lined with bookshelves, a single table and a number of finely made wooden chairs populating it. Old man Jimba sits in one, reading from a book and lecturing your brother Édouard on the philosophy of Zeon Zum Deikun. He has been doing this frequently in the last few months, and tried many times to lure Sayla and you into these hours-long rants thinly disguised as ‘lessons.’ You’ve sat through plenty by now.

“...that was when the grand concept of ‘newtypes’ came into being! In every age, prophets have been solitary figures. Even Deikun’s ideology was not readily accepted by the masses at first, but…” Jimba stops as he notices you and Sayla at the door.

“Mistress Artesia, Master Felix, would you like to join your brother in this lesson?” Jimba asks you both, waving the book he was holding in the air, “There is much that you’ve missed.”

Édouard, or Casval as Jimba still insists on calling him, gives you the closest thing to a pleading look he’s probably capable of. He must have been stuck here for hours.

>”Actually we were just coming to retrieve him, Mr. Ral. Édouard, Teabolo needs you to help us with a few things.” Not the best lie, but your brother is clearly being tortured here.
>”We were just stopping by to say hello.” Grin mischievously and wave, abandoning Édouard to this horrid fate.
>”Sure, I guess? What was that about newtypes?”
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>>5417934
>”Actually we were just coming to retrieve him, Mr. Ral. Édouard, Teabolo needs you to help us with a few things.” Not the best lie, but your brother is clearly being tortured here.
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>>5417934
>>”Sure, I guess? What was that about newtypes?”
Might as well learn more of our father's philosophy.
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>>5417934
>”Sure, I guess? What was that about newtypes?”
Soul, gravity, evolution, etc
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>>5417934
>”Sure, I guess? What was that about newtypes?”
Sorry Cas. Very important stuff.
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>>5417934
>”Sure, I guess? What was that about newtypes?”
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“Sure, I guess?” You say, stepping further inside the room and taking a seat, “What was that about newtypes?”

Jimba smiles, a glint in his eye, “Aah, good, good. Mistress Artesia, will you join us as well?”

“...I suppose, Mr. Ral.” She says, not sounding terribly enthusiastic but taking a seat regardless. Édouard sighs in defeat, slumping a little in his seat before glaring at you. You shrug apologetically, though it doesn’t seem to satisfy him.

“Where to begin, where to begin…” Jimba mutters to himself, “Ah! Of course, your father’s speech to the Munzo Diet - I will read it aloud, in full. I should have done this weeks ago, now that I think about it. Ha! What a foolish thing to have missed, I believe only your brother has heard it all, but it can never hurt to hear it again!”

Jimba stands up and clears his throat loudly, flipping the pages of the book until he finds what he was looking for, tapping on the page loudly with one finger.

And it begins.

“The universe is a new environment, which will compel mankind to change! If the first stage in mankind’s evolution was his evolution from an ape to a human, and the second stage was was his breakthrough from feudalism to the rational science of the Renaissance, then the third will be his transformation into a new type of human, a man with profound sensitivity and insight and a far greater awareness of the vastness of time and space.”

Sayla leans forward a little in her chair, listening more intently.

“The transition to Newtypes will be a natural one. The act of walking increased man’s range of movement and helped the concept of tribe and nation-state to develop. Powered vehicles expanded man’s awareness to a global level. And now civilization is advancing into outer space. By living and working in space, man’s consciousness will transcend the boundaries of Earth and become truly universal. The vastness of space will be 'home'. And as man’s consciousness expands, he will begin to tap the unutilized portions of his cerebrum- the enormous untapped mental reserves given by God precisely for the new environment of space, which will act as the trigger.”

“O people of space! Now is the time to awaken! To realize your latent potential! We are at the dawn of a transformation of mankind. A true enlightenment of the human race. And we may finally be poised, ready to transcend what has always been thought the impossible- infinite space, and time itself. This is no idle dream. To live in a new universe, man must transcend the psychological limitations of his old environment!”

>Interrupt and ask a question. (Write-in).
>Let Jimba continue.

Had a bad editing error at the start and had to delete and repost this.
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>>5418017
>Let Jimba continue.
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>>5418017
>>Interrupt and ask a question. (Write-in).
Does this mean humans that live in space will have what amounts to augmented intelligence?
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>>5418017
>Let Jimba continue.
>>5418065
Enhanced perception. Newtypes are effectively people with evolved sixth sense, precognition and limited psychic ability. IIRC a few of the OG Gundam protags could psychically communicate.
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>>5418065
I just realized you were asking that question in character and not necessarily as a player. Autism got the better of me.
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>>5418088
It's a good in-character question, since we wouldn't know about the space magic yet.
I think we should ask it, just at the end of the lecture instead of now
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>>5418091
I agree, it is. The more of an understanding we have of newtypes the easier it'll be dealing with them.
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>>5418031
>>5418083
Writing.

>>5418065
I'll keep this in mind for the end.
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>>5418031
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>>5418065

As you listen to Jimba speak, a few questions are already floating around in your head. They can wait until he’s done though, no need to be rude.

The old man pauses briefly, scolds Édouard for not pay enough attention, and then continues reading while gesticulating with his free hand, “It is the height of arrogance for those who remain on Earth to look up at the heavens and believe they can continue to rule over all its inhabitants! It is true that we- the space colonists- were largely shipped from Earth against our will as a population-control measure. But now we are developing a new identity and awareness. We are a new people. We live, eat, and sleep among the stars. We live in infinite space, and we will have access to infinite energy until the sun burns out five billion years from now. Our consciousness will expand, and infinite space will be our true home. God has given us the stars to live among.”

“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb- the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect. Our new consciousness as a people of the universe tells us that Earth was not created to be abused and polluted by a few members of an elite, privileged class. Men and women who have never been into outer space still believe Earth belongs to them and still continue rape and plunder it, but their time has passed. Earth must be preserved as the sacred homeland of all mankind. It does not belong solely to an Earthbound elite! By continuing to dream of controlling all of mankind, they forever deny mankind its true destiny.”

“Autonomy for the Sides, sovereignty for the colonists, does not simply mean a revolt against sovereignty on Earth. It means that every human should move into space, that the government of the Earth and the area around it should be placed in the hands of an alliance of all Sides, and that the Earth itself should be preserved and protected as the sacred birthplace of all mankind. It is easy to expand the numbers of colonies required to accomplish this.”

“In ancient times the Christians fought bloody battles for control over the birthplace of their religion, but there is no need for humanity to repeat this mistake over Earth.”
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Jimba closes his eyes as he finishes speaking, shutting the book with his free hand. He exhales deeply and sits back down in his chair, and then looks at you and your siblings expectantly.

“Does that mean humans that live in space will have what amounts to augmented intelligence?” You ask, not entirely sure of what all that talk about expanded consciousness meant.

“I was wondering the same thing, Max.” Sayla says quickly, sounding almost excited.

“Mm. A good question, Master Felix.” Jimba says, nodding astutely, “Your father was speaking not of augmented intelligence, but instead of something more fundamental. A newtype will have far greater perception and intuition, not necessarily enhanced intelligence, though I see how one could interpret it in such a way from some perspectives. Deikun often said that newtypes will be capable of perfect communication without any misunderstanding, far superior to what any language could ever achieve.”

“And only spacenoids will become newtypes?” Artesia questions.

“He was never entirely certain.” Jimba answers after a pause, “We discussed it a few times, but the extent to which a person had to live in space was not clear. In theory even a person who has lived their entire life on the earth could possess the correct traits, but he thought that to be exceedingly unlikely. Nearly impossible, and certainly impossible for all of mankind to do so under such conditions. A person who became a newtype under such conditions would be truly remarkable, even among other newtypes. The transition from old to newtype has more to do with developing the correct mindset to awaken one’s mind, a sort of crystallization of emotion and intuitive understanding occuring in one's life, either dramatically in a single moment or as a trickle… Living in space, understanding it, dealing with its realities as an extension of oneself and all of ones life, these were believed by your father to be necessary for most.”
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>>5418181
“So it isn’t biological?” You ask, finding that thought very comforting. It seems necessary for your father's ideas to make any sense, really.

Jimba shakes his head, “Not as your father theorized, at least not in a strict sense. There may be some role genetics plays in the speed of a newtypes awakening, and of course it can matter to an extent for disposition, but that is just guesswork. Some small amount of funding was put into researching the possibility when your father was the leader of Munzo, but I never heard if the efforts bore fruit…”

Édouard sits up suddenly, his attention entirely focused on Jimba for the first time since you’ve been in the study, and he asks a simple question, “Does that mean the Zabis have that research?”

Jimba’s eyes widen, worry lines creasing deeply as he ponders the idea, “I… Had not considered that. But I suppose those snakes might. They have only ever been interested in the political utility of your father's theories though. They still have the mindsets of the earth elite, as your father would have put it. I'd just say they're bastards. I doubt they had much interest in anything but using his words to gain power for themselves.”

>Ask further questions. (Write-in).
>You’ve heard enough, you need to process this. Depart politely with your siblings.
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>>5418185
>>You’ve heard enough, you need to process this. Depart politely with your siblings.
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>>5418185
>You’ve heard enough, you need to process this. Depart politely with your siblings.
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>>5418185
>Father preached a lot about peace, enlightenment and independence. How can the Zabis twist his words, removing their meaning? And how they got that much power to begin with?
>It's a wonderful dream, and I really want to believe in it, but what I've seen so far is spacenoids backstabbing eachother as much as the federation, changing one controlling elite for the next. Even our own family is without it's disagreements.
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What is the appeal of Gundam, especially for adults?
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>>5418185
>You’ve heard enough, you need to process this. Depart politely with your siblings.
We should discuss this with them. I hope we can convince them that we can stay together (either fighting for the Feds or Zeon).

>>5418234
The same as any media, I suppose.
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>>5418185
>You’ve heard enough, you need to process this. Depart politely with your siblings.
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>>5418234
Cool robots, fun characters, occasional insight. Pretty conventional appeal.
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>>5418188
>>5418215
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>>5418261
Departing wins. I'll include an opportunity for discussion with your siblings as well.

>>5418234
Big robots go brrrrrrrr. More seriously, the psychological and political elements. >>5418265 is more or less on the money.

UC Gundam is the best by far.
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“That’s a lot to think about, Jimba. Thank you.” You say, standing up, “I need some time to process it all.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for more either,” Sayla says, rising with you. Édouard takes the opportunity to join your escape, standing quickly and giving Jimba a polite nod.

The old man sighs and gives a little wave of dismissal, “...Very well then, though there are several books we have yet to even begin to cover. You all need to understand these things for when you return to Zeon. The people will expect you to know such things, just as your father did.”

“It might be a few days until we’re ready for more,” Édouard says, already almost at the door, “Though I would like to discuss how the Zabis have been twisting our father’s beliefs. I want to know everything they’ve been doing in Side 3.”

“Oh, of course, Master Casval! I have my notes around here somewhere…” Jimba starts up, looking about his chair and then at the nearby shelves almost frantically, “Where did they get off to?...”

“I look forward to it. Another time though, Jimba.” Édouard says, smiling. The three of you leave the room and head back downstairs and into the courtyard. Teabolo and the two men are gone.

“So what did you think of all of that?” You ask, directing the question at both of your siblings as you stand together under one of the arches of the loggia. A trio of birds have landed in the green of the courtyard nearby, chirping happily together.

“It was too high minded for me,” Artesia answers almost immediately, though her tone shifts to something more melancholy as she speaks, “But the desire to be more sensitive to others is very noble, I think. So many people in the refugee camp have had such different lives than us. They’re not really any different though. Displaced from their homes, their families... broken. If I could just tell them about it, things would be so much easier… I miss mom and dad.”

You put a hand around Sayla’s shoulder and draw her into a hug, there’s no need to speak.

“So do I, Artesia.” Édouard says gently, slipping into using your sister’s old name as he joins in. Moments like this are rarer than a few years ago. Eventually the three of you separate, the conversation continuing.

"It's hard to think our dad thought up all of this," Sayla says, wiping a tear away with her sleeve.

“Father was quite the visionary." Édouard agrees, speaking with conviction, "The souls of mankind should no longer be bound by earth’s gravity.”
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>>5418319
>”Oh? You really believe it then, don’t you Édouard?”
>”I found it very compelling. We should talk like this more often. Together, I mean. Just us.”
>”Honestly I’m not sure what to think about it all. I liked how it sounded, but do we even know if any of it is real?”
>Write-in?
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>>5418320
>Write in
Édouard is right, we should try to uplift humanity into the stars, while also bringing happiness to those that need it like you mentioned, Sayla... But honestly, more than any of that I miss speaking with you guys. We should talk more often together, just the three of us.
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>>5418351
Supporting
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+1

>>5418304
>spoiler
My man
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>>5418320
>”Oh? You really believe it then, don’t you Édouard?”
>I think father's logic was sound, but it's hard to believe the advent of a human revolution is as near as he imagined, when good men like him can be murdered in cold blood, and his killers can usurp his name without remorse or punishment.
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>>5418351
I'll support this.
How can we want to bring humanity to a new level of empathy when we can't even deal with our own disagreements?
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>>5418454
This write in is good too
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I think we, as Deikun's awkward and indecisive middle child, should have zero Newtype potential. Just be a regular guy with exceptional siblings.
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>>5418351
Supporting.
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>>5418351
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>>5418483
Writing.

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>>5418457
Since you supported two options I'm going to throw your vote in with the otherwise winning one.
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“You’re right, Édouard. We should try to uplift humanity into the stars.” You say, and then turn to your sister, “And we should try to bring what happiness we can to those who need it, Sayla… but honestly, more than any of that I miss speaking with you both. We should talk more often together, just the three of us.”

“I would love that.” Sayla says a little more cheerfully, giving you a weak little smile while still trying to blink away some tears. It’s nice to see her smiling again.

“I’m glad that we see eye to eye on this,” Your brother says, locking his gaze with yours and placing a hand on your shoulder, “Working together we can do great things, Maxime. Father’s legacy will not be forgotten.”

The three birds chirping in the courtyard fly off together, leaving the area quiet. You and your siblings spend the next few hours talking with one another, finding a more secluded area to do so atop one of the towers. Much later, when the sun is hanging low in the sky and casting the horizon in gorgeous hues, you head back down to have a short but pleasant dinner with Teabolo.

And as the sun sets, life moves on.

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Elsewhere, far away in space in a secret Zeon testing facility aboard the dark "extra" banchi of Side 3, a prototype "Mobile Worker" unit takes its first heavy, ponderous steps; its single glowing eye sensor scans for enemies that do not yet exist. It is a vaguely humanoid behemoth of metal, a bulky figure of armored plates and exposed frames, long power cables protruding from its back and running far off to a stationary generator. Without a more compact power source it is little more than a novelty, but step by step, test by test, the future arrives.

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A few weeks later.

>You’re out with Sayla again looking for Diego. One of Georgi’s people thinks they finally figured out where Diego lives, just a little outside of the main camp. Édouard has decided to come with you, having heard off and on about your continuing search for the last couple of weeks.
>You’re with Édouard, practicing fencing. It seemed like a good way to bond and Teabolo has provided you with an instructor; you’re currently just sparring together though. You’ve managed to even get Sayla to join in a few times, though she isn’t as keen.
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>>5418528
>You’re out with Sayla again looking for Diego. One of Georgi’s people thinks they finally figured out where Diego lives, just a little outside of the main camp. Édouard has decided to come with you, having heard off and on about your continuing search for the last couple of weeks.
Got to finish what we started
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>>5418528
>>5418537 +1
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>>5418304
and UC Gundam is what this quest is based off of?
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>>5418561
Yes, right now we are in Origin, the prequel, but soon we are going to reach the original series.
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>>5418537
+1, yeah we kinda do, but I am missing the opportunity to practice our martial skills with Edouard.
Also, surprised no one went for the childhood friend waifu opportunity, I personally hope she comes up again and we get another opportunity with whoever she is
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>>5418537
>>5418544
>>5418566
Writing.

>>5418561
The quest takes place in UC Gundam, yes. We're currently in the (very) soft reboot/prequel era covered by Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin.

It is basically just an expanded version of the early background of the original Mobile Suit Gundam show from 1979, but with modern production quality and much more palatable to new viewers. A few small details are changed from the old lore but The Origin more or less fits right into the original show.

I highly recommend it, it is by far the best introduction to Gundam for a new viewer. The next step in the timeline after that would be the original show itself or the compilation movie trilogy. The drop off in animation quality is pretty jarring but I think the movies at least are still worth watching.
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>>5418566
>>5418544
>>5418537

The sun hangs low in the east, the morning still very young. You, Sayla, and Édouard are making your way across the refugee camp and towards where Diego is thought to live on the far side, near to a large patch of boulders.

The last few weeks there have been more signs of fights, Luis and his little gang of friends apparently tried their hand at another round with Diego and lost even worse the second time; Luis got a black eye for his trouble, and the others fared only slightly better. After that, Georgi’s people started taking things a slightly more seriously but had a lot of trouble actually locating where Diego lived in the camp. Eventually it was narrowed down, and you’ve been spending the last few minutes checking possible locations before the camp gets too busy.

The tent just ahead of you, an old olive drab affair nestled between a patch of large orangish brown boulders, seems to fit the description your were given a few minutes ago. A few patches of brush are growing near it, in and around the boulder patch. The location is a little odd, mostly concealed from a lot of angles - You’ve never seen it before now.

“Think that’s it?’ You ask, pointing toward the peculiarly placed military looking tent.

“What else could it be?” Sayla responds, slowing her pace.

“Obviously it’s the base of a Zabi spy, Sayla.” Édouard jokes, though his eyes remain locked on the tent.

“Uh huh. Thanks, Édouard, very helpful.” She snarks back, though you detect a very faint grin.

“Alright, alright. How do we want to handle this?” You ask, getting down to business.

“We should wait for him to wake up and leave,” Sayla says, “We can just hang around until then. It can’t be long now.”

“Handle this? Come on, let's just go talk to him.” Édouard says confidently, shrugging. You nod, and follow your older brother over with Sayla trailing a little behind.

As you’re approaching, the tent’s front flap opens. Diego blinks tiredly as he peers about outside and between the boulders concealing most of the tent. He looks right at you, blinks once, twice, and then his eyes widen and he disappears back inside of the tent.

>”Hey, Diego! We’re here to talk!”
>Lean over to your sister and speak quietly, “Sayla, yell at him to come out or something, you sound friendlier.”
>Just keep approaching, it doesn’t look like he has anywhere to run off too with all those boulders around the tent.
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>>5418598
>Lean over to your sister and speak quietly, “Sayla, yell at him to come out or something, you sound friendlier.”
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>>5418598
>Lean over to your sister and speak quietly, “Sayla, yell at him to come out or something, you sound friendlier.”
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>>5418598
>>Lean over to your sister and speak quietly, “Sayla, yell at him to come out or something, you sound friendlier.”
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>>5418598
>>Lean over to your sister and speak quietly, “Sayla, yell at him to come out or something, you sound friendlier.”
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>>5418598
>Lean over to your sister and speak quietly, “Sayla, yell at him to come out or something, you sound friendlier.”
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>>5418598
>Lean over to your sister and speak quietly, “Sayla, yell at him to come out or something, you sound friendlier.”
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>>5418599
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>>5418631
Writing. Not sure if I'll be able to post for a few hours though, I have a class starting soon.
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>>5418638
QM I don't know who the fuck you are, But thank you bringing a quest like this out of nowhere and letting it be Zeon or atleast Zeon lenses.
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A thought for the future
Do you take the psycho boof?
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>>5418724
Acguy > any other mobile suit
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>>5418724
Winners don't do drugs.
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>>5418599
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>>5418631

You lean over to your sister and speak quietly, “Sayla, yell at him to come out or something, you sound friendlier.”

She nods and takes a couple of steps closer toward the tent, speaking loudly, “Diego? Is that you? We wanted to talk about some things, people have been saying a lot of stuff but we want you to hear your side of the story.”

He doesn’t reveal himself, instead shouting from inside the closed tent, “What? So you show up with two big guys with you? No, no, I know what’s going on here. Go away!”

“They’re my brothers!” Sayla says, still moving closer, her footsteps scraping against the mix of dirt and gravel below her - there’s a bit of mostly dried out grass here and there along with some brush. You and Édouard keep close behind her the whole way.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel more comfortable?” Diego asks incredulously, still hidden, “Fuck off!”

You can hear him moving things around inside the tent. Sayla stops a few paces away, right at the edge of the boulders.

“Would you talk to just me then?” She asks, “They can go away for a bit.”

Talk alone? That doesn’t seem like a great plan, but you let things play out a little longer; you’re not going anywhere for now. Diego’s head pops back out of the tent as the flap open briefly, his eyes squinting and brow furrowing as he looks over the three of you. He looks back into the tent for a moment, staring at something in his hand just barely out of sight, and then back to you again.

“What are you looking at there, Diego?” Édouard asks, tensing up and shifting his feet slightly.

“We really do just want to talk.” Sayla says, briefly shooting a quick annoyed look at Édouard, “I mean it that I’ll talk alone if you want, don’t mind them.”

“You three, you’re not from around here, are you?” Diego asks suspiciously, something shifting slightly in his voice.

“We’re Don Teabolo’s children.” Édouard says without missing a beat, stepping closer. If you really wanted to, you could be at the tent in just a couple of seconds; Édouard could get there even faster.

>”Why do you ask?”
>Sayla is getting Diego to talk, even with Édouard’s interjections, let her keep it up. Stay close though, you haven’t agreed to back off.
>This feels like trouble. Follow Édouard’s lead.
>Write-in.
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>>5418805
>Sayla is getting Diego to talk, even with Édouard’s interjections, let her keep it up. Stay close though, you haven’t agreed to back off.
He might know we are spacenoids, but maybe it's because so is he.
Or maybe he hates us. Be ready to pick up that knife if he tries to hurt Artesia
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>>5418805
>>Write-in.
"Some of the kids are bruised up, Diego, they say they tried to fight you off after you took their food. Everyone is having it rough in the camp, no need to had to the misery by becoming a bully and a crook, I'm sure the rationing is enough for everyone, but if not it's no skin off our backs to set aside some of our meals for you, unless something else is going on? Talk to us, Diego."
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>>5418805
>Sayla is getting Diego to talk, even with Édouard’s interjections, let her keep it up. Stay close though, you haven’t agreed to back off.
I don't at all like the idea of letting Artesia be with him alone, this guy is trouble.
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>>5418805
>Sayla is getting Diego to talk, even with Édouard’s interjections, let her keep it up. Stay close though, you haven’t agreed to back off.
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>>5418810
>>5418830
>>5418846
Writing.
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>>5418810
>>5418830
>>5418846

Sayla is getting results so far, and you let her keep at it. The wind is picking up, little dust clouds swirling up from the mostly barren ground, the light from the early morning sun contrasting them clearly.

“We’re from far away,” Sayla says, telling a half truth, “We were adopted after our father died. Some of the kids in the camp said you beat them up and took their food. I don’t know if you did or not, and it doesn’t really matter, if you need food we have plenty to give you.”

The tent opens again, slowly. Diego exits, holding a crumpled piece of newspaper in his right hand which he quickly puts in his jacket pocket. He’s wearing the same clothes you’ve seen him in before, but this is the first time you’ve gotten a good look at him. Shoulder length dark hair that could definitely be better kempt, a narrow face and faintly aquiline nose, and green eyes that are flicking between you and your siblings uncomfortably quickly.

“Fine. I’ll talk,” He says, putting his hands in his jacket pockets, “Nothing better to do anyways. You can all come in if you want, I guess, but if you touch anything you’ll regret it.”

Sayla follows him into the tent first, and you and Édouard are right behind her. The interior isn’t large, a folding cot covered in old blankets and some stacked cardboard boxes take up most of one side, and judging from the pile of plastic ration bags in the corner Diego isn’t wanting for food at all… In fact he seems to have a lot more stuff than most of the refugees, and there doesn’t seem to be any sign of another person living in the tent beyond a half empty pack of cigarettes on top of an old radio.

“So what happened?” Your sister asks, standing near the cot.

“I beat up that asshole Luis and his friends and took their food, and sometimes I take more of their stuff,” Diego says, shrugging slowly breaking out into a grin, “They had it coming after all the times they did it to me.”

“Oh…” Sayla says, frowning slightly.

“So it was revenge.” Édouard concludes, easing up a little.

“Yeah, bunch of pricks.” Diego spits, anger creeping back into his voice, “They were taking my rations since dad got the fever, and they busted up some of mom's old thi… Eh, forget it. They deserved it, I’m not going to apologize if that’s what you’re here for.”

You try not to wince. It could be anything, but he’s probably talking about Sahara fever. It hasn’t spread around the camp for awhile now, at least not since you and Sayla have been volunteering, but you’ve heard some horror stories from a few of the doctors about past outbreaks.
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>>5418994

“And you fought all of them at the same time? That’s pretty impressive.” You question, trying a bit of flattery. It actually is a little impressive even if he was using a pipe. Being outnumbered is just about the worst situation you can find yourself in during a fight, though you know from bloody experience that it’s far from a sure defeat.

“Yeah, they didn’t know I’d learned how to fight. Or that I had a pipe.” Diego laughs, starting to brag, “They’re cowards too, they ran as soon as I got a few good hits in. Must have known I was just that good as soon as they saw my new moves.”

“Who taught you how to fight?” You question.

“A guy.” Diego answers cryptically, “Alonso. He’s around sometimes with some other guys from town, they just show up with cameras and kind of sit around smoking usually. Sometimes they go in the camp. He found me all beat up after I tried to fight and offered to show me how to do it right. I think he might have been a soldier before this.”

“They bring cameras?” Édouard asks, sounding interested, “What are they taking pictures of?”

“Uh, stuff, y’know. The camp, mostly.” Diego answers quickly, “I think they’re journalists or something.”

You’ve never seen these men with cameras he’s talking about. Sayla looks equally puzzled.

>Alright, you’ve heard enough, no need for his whole life story. Leave and discuss what to do about the situation.
>”Journalists from town? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.”
>”What makes you think he was a soldier? A lot of people can fight, and a lot of soldiers are pretty bad at it.”
>Write-in.
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>>5418995
>”Journalists from town? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.”
>”What makes you think he was a soldier? A lot of people can fight, and a lot of soldiers are pretty bad at it.”
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>>5418995
>>”Journalists from town? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.”
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>>5418995
>”What makes you think he was a soldier? A lot of people can fight, and a lot of soldiers are pretty bad at it.”
We need to know more about this guy, he could lead us to something.
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>>5419000
>>5419052
>>5419073
Writing. I'll just throw both in.
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>>5419000
>>5419052
>>5419073

“Journalists from town? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.” You say, working over the thought in your mind. There isn’t much to see in the camp, the situation has been improving recently but the story has otherwise been the same for years.

“Neither have I,” Sayla adds, “There was one from Geneva a month ago, but I’ve never met any local ones…”

Diego waves his hand dismissively, still speaking quickly, “Hah, yeah, I thought it was weird too when I met them, but that’s what they say they are. Must pay like crap, yeah?”

“I hear the pay for their line of work is awful.” Édouard says while crossing his arms, “Always scurrying around doing somebody else's business.”

“Hey, a man’s gotta eat,” Diego responds with a wide smile, “Better than no work.”

“Better than the federation army?” Sayla asks. You can hear distant voices, the rest of the camp starting to grow more active as the morning slowly stretches on.

“Uh, yeah, probably.” Diego gives a very exaggerated shrug, “Everybody knows the army pays awful. No wonder he quit, right?”

“What makes you think he was a soldier?” You question, “A lot of people can fight, and a lot of soldiers are pretty bad at it.”

“What? Soldiers aren’t bad at fighting, that’s what their job is.” Diego scoffs, “Besides, what would you know about it?”

The image of smoke parting to reveal a federation guntank fills your mind, its panicked fire going wide and missing. Rattling autocannon bursts stitch along its hull in little smoking flashes of light, chasing just behind an orange holographic crosshair they’ll never catch. The roar of the twin main guns echoing through your vehicle's armored hull and the faint delayed thump of an exploding enemy guntank. The almost unbelievable cacophony of enemy shells striking your own vehicle. Your little sister crying.

You blink, the sounds and images disappearing, “I know.”

“Yeah, great answer.” Diego smarts off, “Anyways, it’s how he talks with the other guys that tipped me off. Lots of phrenetic alphabet stuff.”

“Phonetic.” Sayla corrects him almost instantly.

Diego gives her an annoyed look, “Uh, sure, whatever. Anyways, I think maybe you should go. I’ve said my bit, you heard it, I want my tent back.”

>Leave. It seems like he’s getting more nervous and irritated again, no need to upset him further. Discuss things with your siblings.
>”Actually, just one more thing…” (Write-in)
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>>5419102
>>”Actually, just one more thing…” (Write-in)
>Don't you think it would be better for you to come with us to explain the situation to Georgi in person? He's the one that arranges the supplies and a friend of ours, maybe we can set up a way for the other ones to not steal your things and to clear your name.
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>>5419102
>”Actually, just one more thing…”
Do you know where we could meet this Alonso person? We have a few questions to ask him.
This >>5419105 too, if possible.
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>>5419102
>Backing these guys >>5419107
>>5419105
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>>5419105
>>5419107
>>5419119
Writing.
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Just missed it. My paranoia is telling me these journalists are Zeon soldiers.
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>>5419128
Yeah, I also got the impression these are spies looking for us.
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>>5419105
>>5419107
>>5419119

Diego starts motioning for you to leave, and Sayla is already moving toward the exit of the cramped tent.

“Actually, just one more thing. Or maybe two.” You say, “Do you know where we could meet Alonso? I’d like to talk with him.”

“He just sort of shows up sometimes, I’ve got no idea where he lives.” Diego answers, placing a hand back into one of his jacket pockets.

“That’s a shame.” You respond while watching him carefully, “Alright, last thing then. Don’t you think you would be better for you to come with us to explain the situation to Georgi in person-?”

“What? Hell no, not happening. Now get out.” Diego snorts derisively.

You’re not going to be dissuaded that easily, having an adult deal with this directly seems like the responsible thing to do, “We could try to set provisioning up so the other kids don’t cause problems, you wouldn’t have to fight each other anymo-”

He raises his voice, “Are you deaf? Get out.”

“We’re just trying to help, Diego.” Sayla says from next to the tent flap, her tone gentle.

“Go help somebody else, I’m taking care of myself just fine.” Diego snaps, pointing angrily at Sayla, “I only let you spoiled shits in here because I thought you’d talk for a couple of minutes and then fuck off back to playing princess and stop-”

Sayla takes a few quick steps back into the tent and slaps Diego so hard it almost sounds like a gun went off.

He reels back, clutching at the side of his face in disbelief, “You little bitch!”

She slaps him again, even harder.

Édouard watches silently and gives a small nod of approval. You were about a quarter second away from beating the lights out of Diego yourself, but apparently Sayla is faster than you’d thought. You chuckle as the scene continues playing out.

“Ah, fuck, okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Diego cries out, holding up a hand defensively in front of his face. He’s clearly unwilling to pursue the very foolish path of fighting back with you and your brother standing so close nearby.

“Let's go.” Sayla says, storming out of the tent and back into the camp.

>Leave. You have a lot to discuss.
>Take something with you from the tent or Diego. (Specify).
>Write-in.
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>>5419193
>Leave. You have a lot to discuss.
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>>5419193
>Leave. You have a lot to discuss.
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>>5419193
>Leave. You have a lot to discuss.
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>>5419193
>Leave. You have a lot to discuss.
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>>5419193
>>Leave. You have a lot to discuss.

Focking noice sayla
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>>5419194
>>5419195
>>5419200
>>5419203
>>5419204
Writing. Next update will be the last one for tonight.

Tomorrow is a busier day for me so expect less frequent posts, I might be able to sneak some in during breakfast and lunch but otherwise it will all be after 5PM EST.
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>>5419194
>>5419195
>>5419200
>>5419203
>>5419204

You, Édouard, and Sayla head back across the camp, maneuvering carefully between the early morning bustle as dingily clothed refugees set about cooking breakfast and other mundane tasks. A few people you’ve helped in the past wave to you and Sayla, and you return their greetings with a smile.

A handful of minutes later you arrive at the medical and administrative compound at the other edge of the camp, and stop just outside of Georgi’s plain looking little office building to discuss things. The allegedly automatic door to the building has a yellow “out of order” sticker plastered on it.

“That was an absolute mess.” Sayla says, puffing out her cheeks angrily and crossing her arms.

You chuckle, “Couldn’t have said it better myself. Are you alright? I’ve never seen you that angry before.”

She sighs, “I’m fine, I just… I don’t know, I wish we could have gotten across to him better. We offered help and he slapped it away. If this camp wasn’t so neglected he never would have ended up like that.”

“Pride and a desire for vengeance make for a powerful poison, Sayla.” Édouard says, “He knew exactly what he was doing every step of the way.”

“That isn’t fair, Édouard.” Sayla protests, “He might be a jerk but he got pushed into this situation, he didn’t really have a choice.”

“He had a choice to stop after he beat up Luis and the others,” You say, “There was no need to keep going and stealing things after that; and that’s assuming he was even telling the truth about his reasons to begin with.”

“...I guess so, but it’s all just so sad. He lost his mom and dad, and…” She stops, shaking her head in disappointment.

“To a disease, not a person. That’s hardly an excuse.” Édouard states bluntly.

>”What do you think about this Alonso guy? I’m not sure why a journalist would keep coming here.”
>”We should just leave Diego alone, there’s no point making a bigger mess out of this.”
>Go inside and report what happened to Georgi, let him and his people handle the rest.
>Write-in.
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>>5419235
>>”What do you think about this Alonso guy? I’m not sure why a journalist would keep coming here.”
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>>5419235
>>”What do you think about this Alonso guy? I’m not sure why a journalist would keep coming here.”
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>>5419235
>Write-in
>”What ever the case with Diego, at the very least we can agree that we tried to help him. Besides, something doesn't sit right with me about 'Alonso'..."
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>>5419235
>>”What do you think about this Alonso guy? I’m not sure why a journalist would keep coming here.”
Hear Char and Sayla's opinions, then
>Go inside and report what happened to Georgi, let him and his people handle the rest.

Also, good work QM, this is great stuff!
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>>5419235
>What do you think about this Alonso guy? I’m not sure why a journalist would keep coming here.
>It doesn't sit right with me that for all the work we do here we've never had an encounter with them ourselves. You'd think a reporter would be interested in the perspectives of regular volunteers.
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>>5419432
+1
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>>5419235
>”What do you think about this Alonso guy? I’m not sure why a journalist would keep coming here.”
>"Much less one that apparently has military training. And one so close to our new home"
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>>5419237
>>5419238
>>5419348
>>5419407
>>5419432
>>5419460
>>5419464
Writing. Mixing in some of the write-ins since they more or less fit together.
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>>5419237
>>5419238
>>5419348
>>5419407
>>5419432
>>5419460
>>5419464

“Whatever the case with Diego, at the very least we can agree that we tried to help him. Besides, something doesn't sit right with me about 'Alonso'...” You say, changing the subject slightly, “I’m not sure why a ‘local’ journalist would keep coming here with a group, or how we’ve never seen any of them. Nothing new has happened.”

“He didn’t sound like a journalist,” Sayla says, “When Ms. Bieri was here from Geneva she was all over the camp and asked me a bunch of questions.”

“Yeah.” You agree, leaning against the white metal wall of the little office building, “It’s odd that Alonso hasn’t talked to any of us, or even Georgi or the doctors… At least I’ve never seen him talk to them.”

“We could ask around.” Sayla offers.

“Maybe later.” You say, “I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something else going on though. What Diego said about Alonso sounding ex-military bothers me, especially with his group regularly coming so close to our new home.”

“Alonso isn’t a journalist.” Édouard says in a low voice, his gaze drifting over the slowly busying compound before he turns his whole attention back to you and Sayla, “He’s a hired thug, and a sloppy one. The area near Diego’s tent is well concealed, it has a clear line of sight to the villa and the slope up to it - the road - and Diego said they bring cameras and just sit around for hours.”

“...So they’re watching… us?” Sayla questions, her eyes widening a little as fear creeps into her voice.

>”I was getting a similar feeling. Do you think the Zabis hired them?”
>”Let's ask Georgi about it, maybe he knows something.”
>Write-in.
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>>5419665
>>”I was getting a similar feeling. Do you think the Zabis hired them?”
>>”Let's ask Georgi about it, maybe he knows something.”
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>>5419665
>”Let's ask Georgi about it, maybe he knows something.”
Looks like we got a mystery on our hands.
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>>5419665
>>”I was getting a similar feeling. Do you think the Zabis hired them?”
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>>5419665
>”I was getting a similar feeling. Do you think the Zabis hired them?”
>”Let's ask Georgi about it, maybe he knows something.”
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>>5419665
>”I was getting a similar feeling. Do you think the Zabis hired them?
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>>5419686
>>5419689
>>5419743
>>5419761
>>5419765
Writing.
I'm just going to combine the options since support is all mixed up.
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“I was getting a similar feeling.” You say, “Do you think the Zabis hired them?”

“Who else would it be? The Federation? They probably think we're dead.” Édouard replies, “It isn’t much of a secret that we’re living here if somebody wanted to find us badly enough, even with our new names. Teabolo was father’s friend, and the Zabis aren't idiots.”

“Well, if you’re right then they’ve been watching us for at least a few months,” You say, “However long Alonso has been coming to the camp, maybe longer.”

“...And I still send letters to mother,” Sayla says quietly, “But dad said he had ways of getting them to her without anyone knowing…”

“It isn’t your fault, Sayla,” You comfort her, “There are a lot of other things it could be. They’ve always had to know we were alive somewhere.”

“Exactly, Maxime. So what are we going to do about it?” Édouard asks.

“I think we should start by seeing if Georgi knows anything about Alonso,” You say, standing up straight again as you stop leaning on the wall, “And then we figure things out from there.”

“Sensible.” Édouard agrees, turning a bit from you to watch the surrounding area more closely again. A group of workers are walking past to a nearby building, one of the white and red medical buildings. They’re chatting about sanitation in the camp, nothing out of the ordinary.

The three of you turn to go into the building, but Sayla speaks up before you can start to manually open the broken sliding door.

“I think I’m going to head back to the Villa,” She says, “Dad should know about this.”

“Stay safe,” You and Édouard say almost simultaneously, and Sayla quickly walks off toward the road leading up the hill and toward your castle-like home.

You open the broken door a bit awkwardly as there isn’t a great handhold on it, but it slides open without issue beyond some odd noises. At least it isn’t jammed up, that’d be a real pain.

Inside of the building you immediately spot Elena sitting at the front desk, leaning back in her chair with a phone nestled awkwardly between her long red hair and shoulder, moving some papers around with both her free hands. She’s maybe a year older than you, closer to your brother’s age, but after Georgi’s last secretary quit she’s taken over the job when she isn’t at school. Other than her green eyes you’d never be able to guess she’s Georgi’s daughter, apparently getting her looks from her mother. She smiles as you enter, stopping with the papers for a moment to give a little wave but continuing to talk on the phone. You return the gesture; it’s always nice to see her.

“...He should be free on Monday from ten to eleven, does that time work for you?” Elena says, her green eyes following along until you and your brother pass into Georgi’s office. Édouard shuts the door behind you both, and Elena’s voice grows much quieter and muffled.
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>>5419868

Georgi looks up from his desk, setting down a pen and taking off his reading glasses before speaking, “Ah, Maxime, finally convinced your brother to volunteer?”

“Perhaps in the future,” Édouard says, sitting down in one of the cushioned chairs, “But today I’m here for information.”

“...Information about what?” Georgi asks curiously, leaning forward.

“A local journalist named Alfonso. Have you ever heard of him?” You answer, sitting down as well.

“Alfonso, eh? I know a few Alfonsos, not a rare name, but none are journalists.” He replies, “He’s a local?”

“Supposedly.” You say, “Diego told us about him.”

“Ah, Diego, Diego. How’d that go?” Georgi asks. You explain the rough details of what happened.

“Sounds like a little shithead, if you’ll pardon my language,” Georgi says with a laugh, “But we’re in the business of helping everyone, little shithead or not. Don’t worry about him anymore, or about this Luis and his friends, I’ll have Jenny take over - she’s good with these kinds of things, ran a clinic for a while that dealt with rough kids.”

“But about this Alfonso being a journalist, that’s a very odd thing to have heard,” Georgi continues, “I know a lot of people at the local networks, I try to wine and dine them every so often - to try and raise awareness - and I’ve never met this man. I suggest you stay away from him and his colleagues, they sound like trouble. And especially keep Sayla away. I might speak with the police about this, I know a few people…”

>”Trouble? We were actually thinking the same thing, that's why we came to talk.”
>Thank him and leave politely; you’ve gotten what you came here for.
>Write-in.
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>>5419871
>”Trouble? We were actually thinking the same thing, that's why we came to talk.”
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>>5419871

>”Trouble? We were actually thinking the same thing, that's why we came to talk.”
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>>5419871
>>”Trouble? We were actually thinking the same thing, that's why we came to talk.”
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>>5419871
>”Trouble? We were actually thinking the same thing, that's why we came to talk.”
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>>5419873
>>5419875
>>5419876
>>5419882
Writing.
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>>5419873
>>5419875
>>5419876
>>5419882

“Trouble? We were actually thinking the same thing, that’s why we came to talk.” You say.

Georgi nods, his expression grim, “Yes, trouble. The more I think about it the more it fits a pattern I’ve seen before a few times. Organized men with cameras from outside the camp spending too much time near it, befriending disaffected youths, and lots of vulnerable people that are hard to track - It's a bad mix. A very bad mix.”

“You think they’re kidnappers?” Your brother asks, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“Close enough. It's not something to discuss with children.” Georgi answers, a tinge of anger entering his voice, “Keep away from them, and make sure your sister knows as well. In fact it would be best if you don’t return to the camp until I have this sorted out, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“We’ll make sure Sayla knows.” Édouard says, standing up and heading to the door immediately.

“Georgi, do you really think it’s that serious?” You ask, starting to stand up as well. Sayla is off on her own right now, and you’re not sure what this ‘close enough to kidnapping’ is but you really don’t like the sound of it.

“I don’t know, but why take the risk?” He says, “Thank you for telling me about this, you both have good heads on your shoulders; things like this can get missed sometimes. I’ll call your father if it turns out to be nothing, or whenever it gets resolved…”

“Thanks, Georgi. I’ll see you around!” You say, hurrying out of the office.

“Stay safe. All three of you!” Georgi calls after you, picking up his phone and starting to dial a number as soon as you’re leaving.

“What’s going on, Max? My dad sounds upset.” Elena asks in a worried tone, standing up from her chair. She’s only a little shorter than you, and wearing a bright green jacket and blue jeans. Your brother is already opening the broken door and heading back outside.

>”Sorry, no time to explain! I’ll tell you later!” Run out after your brother. You’re not sure when later will be.
>”Sayla might be in trouble, I’ve got to go!” That about sums things up.
>Stop for a moment - just a moment - and explain things.
>Write-in.
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>>5419936
>”Sayla might be in trouble, I’ve got to go!” That about sums things up.
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>>5419936
>”Sayla might be in trouble, I’ve got to go!” That about sums things up.
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>>5419936
>”Sayla might be in trouble, I’ve got to go!” That about sums things up.
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>>5419936
>>”Sayla might be in trouble, I’ve got to go!” That about sums things up.
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>>5419936
>”Ask your father, but Sayla might be in trouble, I’ve got to go!”
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>>5419936
Change my vote from this >>5419939 to >>5419943
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>>5419937
>>5419939
>>5419941
>>5419942
>>5419943
>>5419946
Writing. I'll throw in the very sensible write-in edit.
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>>5419937
>>5419939
>>5419941
>>5419942
>>5419943
>>5419946

“Ask your father,” You say without slowing down, “Sayla might be in trouble, I’ve got to go!”

“What? Wait up! Max!” Elena calls after you, starting to follow for a moment before slowing to a stop and going to her father’s office, “Dad? What’s going on?...”

You don’t hear the rest of what she’s saying as you bolt through the open door, leaving it ajar as you round the corner and head after Édouard. He’s practically sprinting up the road, already having built a decent lead. You look over the winding road up the side of the hill, not spotting your sister. A black car you’ve never seen before is heading up the road.

The next couple of minutes are a blur of adrenaline and frantic running, your feet kicking up gravel as you run along the winding hillside road to your home, looking for your sister. Édouard is just a few seconds ahead of you, but he’s older and taller - It’s a struggle to keep up, especially going uphill.

“Sayla!” Édouard shouts, disappearing around a bend just ahead. You quicken your pace, nearly out of breath, and round the bend.

Sayla is standing on the side of the road looking very confused, your brother standing next to her and catching his breath. Sayla’s safe. Well, as Georgi said it’s better to be safe than sorry. You slow to a halt, breathing heavily but feeling incredibly relieved.

“W-what’s wrong? Is something happening?” Sayla asks, looking about the area and then past you both toward the bend, “Are you being chased?”

“No, no, we’re fine. You’re fine. It’s nothing.” Édouard says, “Misread the situation.”

“...I don’t understand.” Your sister says, very confused.

“Chalk it up to the folly of youth.” Édouard says, almost sounding amused, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You give your sister a hug, “We thought you might be about to get kidnapped.”

“Oh!” Her eyes widen in shock, “Why?”
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>>5419983
You and Édouard explain the situation, walking back to the villa with Sayla. You’re let in through the reinforced gate, and stop just inside the courtyard to finish your discussion.

“...I didn’t think the Zabi’s would make a move if they’ve been observing for weeks or months,” Édouard explains, “They would have already acted. But criminals? Who knows with that kind of scum.”

“And there was a car driving after you too, I’d never seen it before.” You add, wondering just who that was; they must have parked near the other entrance, the road doesn’t lead anywhere else.

“One passed me earlier.” Sayla confirms, “I didn’t see who it was, the windows were too dark.”

“My children! Back so soon?” Teabolo calls out from a nearby doorway - the one that leads to the other entrance - looking quite well dressed in a suit you haven’t seen him wear before. A middle aged asian man with glasses is with him, also wearing a suit.

“These are your children, Don Teabolo?” The unknown man asks, peering at you curiously as the pair approach.

“Yes, they are. I’m very proud of them,” Teabolo beams, pointing to each of you in turn, "Édouard, Maxime, and Sayla.”

“I have a daughter of my own about their age,” Shu says politely, “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I am Shu Yashima, your father has invited me here on business.”

The three of you greet him politely. You’ve heard of Yashima Heavy Industries a few times by now, Teabolo has been working on some kind of big investment with them for awhile; obviously he’s serious about it if the head of the company is here for a private meeting.

>Let Teabolo carry on with his business. Find Jimba and tell him what happened, he’s probably free.
>”Teabolo, could we talk for a minute? Something happened in the camp.”
>Write-in.

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>>5419986
>>Let Teabolo carry on with his business. Find Jimba and tell him what happened, he’s probably free.
Should be fine if we tell Teabolo after his MIC meeting.
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>>5419986
>”Teabolo, could we talk for a minute? Something happened in the camp.”
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>>5419986
>Write in
Politely leave and discuss the situation with our siblings, see if we can make sense of it with what we know. If we can't, then we should speak to Jimba.
Still, we should let Teabolo know after his meeting like >>5419989 said.
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>>5419986
>”Teabolo, could we talk for a minute? Something happened in the camp.”
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>>5419986
>Let Teabolo carry on with his business. Find Jimba and tell him what happened, he’s probably free.
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>>5419986
>>Let Teabolo carry on with his business. Find Jimba and tell him what happened, he’s probably free.

I like Teabolo a lot, he's a good dude, but he's too soft for this kind of Life or Death shit.
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>>5419986
>Let Teabolo carry on with his business. Find Jimba and tell him what happened, he’s probably free.
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>>5419989
>>5420018
>>5420035
>>5420050
Writing. It will probably be the last update for tonight.
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>>5419989
>>5420018
>>5420035
>>5420050

You depart politely, leaving Teabolo to his important looking business and head off with your siblings through one of the side passages from the courtyard. With your adoptive father busy there is really just one person to talk to about what you’ve learned; Jimba Ral. It isn’t hard to find him, he’s in his bedroom on the second floor - You can hear him speaking on the phone with somebody through the door as you approach, and you wait until he’s finished to knock.

“...up to half a year? But they’ll be doing so much, every day they cement… No, no, of course not. If your company is willing to support them, I’m sure that the Sides will… Uhm, yes, of course. Yes, I look forward to talking again. …Good day.”

You hear him hang up with a loud click. It sounded like a very one way phone call, whatever that was about. Sayla’s old black cat, Lucifer, rubs against your leg and meows loudly as you stand near the door with your siblings. Sayla picks him up in her arms to pet him, and he purrs a happily as she rubs gently between his ears. Lucifer used to really scratch people up but he’s mellowed a bit these last few years.

Édouard knocks on the door before you can, “Jimba, are you free?”

“Hmm? Oh, Master Casval!” Jimba says, you hear quick footsteps as he runs over and then opens the door, “And your younger siblings; I was just thinking of you three. What do you need?”

You enter his bedroom, sitting around a small wooden table, and explain what happened in the camp. Édouard relays the suspicion that Alfonso might be a Zabi spy.

I knew it.” Jimba nearly curses, “Those treacherous Zabis have been watching us for months, years maybe. They think they have us under their thumb, don’t they?”
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>>5420114

“You think they’re spies then?” You ask.

“Think? What else could it possibly be? It all adds up, here, here - look.” He says, retrieving a crumpled up photograph from a nearby pile of old books. It’s a picture of the night sky.

“What are we looking for?” Sayla asks curiously, leaning in.

“A Zabi spy satellite! Look, do you see that little glint there?” Jimba says, pointing a finger to what looks like just another star, “See how it’s different from the others?”

“...No.” Sayla remarks. You and Édouard look closely as well, but it really does just look like a normal picture of the night sky; you recognize a few of the constellations, but otherwise it isn’t remarkable at all.

“Mm, well, it’s there. It passes overhead every forty minutes or so. And now it sounds like they’re sending agents, they’re crafty. The Zabis will stop at nothing to hunt us, they have to be destroyed!” He declares, sliding the alleged evidence away.

Lucifer meows really loudly; Sayla shushes him but still pays more attention to the cat, his cry for attention a success.

“Jimba, this is serious.” Édouard says, “If they have locals working for them we might be in danger.”

Jimba nods, stroking his beard as he considers the idea, “Yes, of course we’re in danger - Eh, nothing too bad though, Mistress Artesia, no need to fret - But what to do about it? I’ve been working on some plans, but they need more time…”

“Does Teabolo suspect we’re being watched as well?” You ask, knowing that the two men talk fairly often.

“Him? Oh, yes, he’s suspected as much for a while now but never had any proof he liked enough to do anything; I’ve shown him mine of course, more than just that photo, but he doesn’t believe me.”

“And he’s done nothing?” Édouard asks, “Is he trying to avoid provoking them?”

“He calls it 'looking harmless',” Jimba rants, “But he doesn’t understand how villainous the Zabis are - they won’t be satisfied to just watch us forever. It’s like assuming a tiger won’t eat you just because it isn’t hungry right now, utter foolishness! They need to be destroyed at the source!”

>”We should do something about these spies. I don’t like them watching us.”
>”Jimba, why are you so sure that it's the Zabis doing this?”
>”You said something about needing more time for a plan?”
>Write-in.
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>>5420117
>”We should do something about these spies. I don’t like them watching us.”
>Write-in.
>>Maxime and Casval should have a direct hand in the brainstorming and execution of any plans.

Jimba's clearly gone more than a little nuts, he needs us and Char to act as voices of reason so he doesn't try to do, like, a Stalin-esque purge.
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>>5420117
>”You said something about needing more time for a plan?”
Time to try stalling Jimba as much as possible, make sure the old man doesn't do anything rash. We should probably involve Teabolo soon as well.
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>>5420117
>>”You said something about needing more time for a plan?”
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>>5420117
>Well, we can't do much without the power of the master of the house. I can't imagine Teabolo would be as dismissive of the evidence we've gathered today. We must talk with him, all together, at his earliest possible convenience, and formulate some kind of contingency plan.
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>>5420117
>>”We should do something about these spies. I don’t like them watching us.”
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>>5420117
>”You said something about needing more time for a plan?”
>Well, we can't do much without the power of the master of the house. I can't imagine Teabolo would be as dismissive of the evidence we've gathered today. We must talk with him, all together, at his earliest possible convenience, and formulate some kind of contingency plan.
>Maxime and Casval should have a direct hand in the brainstorming and execution of any plans.
>We do this like we planned our escape back in Munzo, together. Any other option is acting like a Zabi instead of a Deikun
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>>5420200
>>5420201
>>5420353
Alright, asking about a plan as the main point and adding in a touch of some of the other write-ins. Writing.

I'm trying to keep multiple/synthesized/write-in option voting in the general spirit of what other anons have been posting wherever that can be consistent. It can get a little messy but hopefully it has been working out so far.
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>>5420200
>>5420201
>>5420353

“You said something about needing more time for a plan?” You ask, wondering if it had to do with the phone call you overheard the end of.

Jimba nods eagerly, almost with too much excitement, “Yes, yes, Indeed Master Felix. I have been speaking with a few people. Nothing is certain yet, but I’m confident it will lead to a way to strike back at the Zabis…. Or even retake Side 3 entirely!”

“A few people?” Édouard asks, “I’d like to know who these supposed allies of ours are.”

“Powerful people, corporate leaders - None of it is ironed out yet, but they’re very interested; especially with you three involved.” Jimba answers cryptically, “They will provide the support needed to finally take action again… or at least once I convince them they will. It might take another half a year or so.”

“You should come to us sooner about these kinds of things, Jimba.” You say, unsure if the old man is doing something a little too rash, “Édouard and I are old enough to make decisions about this kind of thing now.”

“Old enough? Bah, you’re both still boys… “ Jimba scoffs, “But if you’re so willing, then perhaps you’re right. The children of Zeon Zum Deikun must be part of these plans, it’s your right.”

“Good." You say, glad that he's willing to keep you in the loop about things, "We shouldn’t be slinking around behind each other's backs, that’s what the Zabis do. And we should tell Teabolo as well, he’s the master of the house and has treated us well. If he hears about the people watching us so closely he might be willing to act.”

“Those Zabi spies… Perhaps he would listen… “ Jimba considers the idea for a moment, “No, no, I doubt he would. He might try to spoil the whole thing, he doesn’t have the same drive to see wrongs righted that we do.”

“Dad cares about us, Mr. Ral,” Sayla states, setting Lucifer down and letting the cat run off out the slightly ajar door, “He should know.”

“There’s no need to be so hasty, Mistress Artesia,” Jimba says, a hint of worry entering his voice, “Don Teabolo is a good man, but this is something very complicated and he… doesn’t have the right disposition for this kind of thing. You’re too young for this, Artesia, in time you’ll see things my way.”

“...I doubt it.” She says, annoyed. Jimba isn’t entirely wrong, Artesia is still fairly young - you’re all still young - but she’s has a bright mind and seems to mostly be following things.

Édouard looks to be deep in thought, and you’re not sure how you feel about this yourself.

>”Maybe she is young, but I agree with Sayla. Teabolo has a right to know about everything after what he’s done for us.”
>”We should at least tell Teabolo about the possible spies… What are we going to do about them? I don’t like them watching us.”
>Write-in.
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>>5420402
>”We should at least tell Teabolo about the possible spies… What are we going to do about them? I don’t like them watching us.”
>I'll not go off plotting behind the backs of my family friends Jimba. That kind of thing has only brought us suffering, you of all people should remember.
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>>5420402
>>”Maybe she is young, but I agree with Sayla. Teabolo has a right to know about everything after what he’s done for us.”
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>>5420411
>>”Maybe she is young, but I agree with Sayla. Teabolo has a right to know about everything after what he’s done for us.”
Meant to vote for this.
Also Jimba's plan was always bad, even if Anaheim suceed in bankrolling a coup they would have just made Side 3 into a banana republic using Deikun's children as puppets leader to drum up support. Casval and Asteria would have been treated like Astraia was
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>>5420402
>”Maybe she is young, but I agree with Sayla. Teabolo has a right to know about everything after what he’s done for us.”
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>>5420402
>”Maybe she is young, but I agree with Sayla. Teabolo has a right to know about everything after what he’s done for us.”
Well, if we’re going the route of saying Teabolo should know, then getting points with Sayla should be a good way to go about it.
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>>5420412
>>5420415
>>5420417
>>5420420
Writing.
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>>5420412
>>5420415
>>5420417
>>5420420

“Maybe she is young, but I agree with Sayla.” You say, “Teabolo has a right to know about everything after what he’s done for us.”

“Of course he should be told eventually, Master Felix, but think of what could be done,” Jimba says, holding out his hand as if he was clutching onto something intangible as he tries to appeal to you, “The three of you, restored to your rightful rulership of Side 3, a whole side, and the Zabis crushed and scattered to the wind - Don’t throw away your birthright! With Anaheim on our side we could fund entire armies, fleets; we’d be able to oppose the Zabis openly!”

Anaheim? Well, that is a household name if there ever was one. Anaheim Electronics is one of the largest companies in the earthsphere, making everything from personal computers to battleships; but even a megacorporation has its limits.

“That’s a lovely dream, Jimba.” Édouard says, “But perhaps it should stay a dream. For now, at least. I won’t risk my brother and sister on something so uncertain.”

“Sounds more like a nightmare to me.” Sayla says, standing up, “I’m telling dad.”

“Mistress Artesia!” Jimba calls after her, standing as well and taking a step toward the door as she leaves before halting, his shoulders slump slightly in defeat, “...Oh… Well, perhaps he can be convinced… Master Casval, Master Felix, please, you must understand that this is the only way.”

You and Édouard stand, and follow your sister to go and find Teabolo. He’s in the lavishly decorated drawing room, drinking tea with Mr. Yashima and discussing business. You retreat back a bit and wait for their meeting to be over, Jimba eventually joining you as you wait; the old man has an armful of notebooks and photos, probably his ‘evidence’ of Zabi plots.

Eventually Mr. Yashima departs, Teabolo showing him to the door as the two engage in polite but inconsequential conversation. Teabolo soon returns after seeing his guest off, looking at your little group, especially Jimba, inquisitively.

“You said earlier that you wanted to talk?” Teabolo asks, sounding worried, “Has something happened?”

Édouard does most of the talking, with a few interjections by Jimba, and Teabolo listens intently. Your adoptive father’s face slowly darkens as the conversation continues and the vague details of Jimba’s larger plan are revealed.

“...Thank you for telling me about this, Édouard. You did the right thing. I’ll have security increased; my men might be able to learn more about this ‘Alfonso,’ and whether he’s truly a spy or just a common thug.” Teabolo says gratefully before turning a much sterner look to Jimba, “Jimba, we will need to discuss this in private. I do not wish to upset my children any further.”
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>>5420507

>”We deserve to be part of this too, Teabolo.” Teabolo may not budge on including you, he's quite protective.
>Don’t object, allow them to speak in private. It’s clear from his reactions that Teabolo is very displeased; he’s trying to conceal it but you’ve never seen him this angry before.
>Sneak along after them and attempt to eavesdrop.
>Write-in.
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>>5420511
>”We deserve to be part of this too, Teabolo.” Teabolo may not budge on including you, he's quite protective.
>We are no strangers to this kind of talk Teabolo, and it's going to follow us our whole lives, no matter what we do. Living in ignorance will only put us in more danger.
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>>5420511
>>5420514 +1
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>>5420514
>"And we made a promise to each other once, that we would face everything together, as a family. I beg of you, we need to listen to this. I need to listen to this talk. No matter what happens."
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>>5420511
>Don’t object, allow them to speak in private. It’s clear from his reactions that Teabolo is very displeased; he’s trying to conceal it but you’ve never seen him this angry before.
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>>5420507
>>5420514
Supporting
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>>5420511
>Don’t object, allow them to speak in private. It’s clear from his reactions that Teabolo is very displeased; he’s trying to conceal it but you’ve never seen him this angry before.
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>>5420514
>>5420517
>>5420528
Writing.
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>>5420514
>>5420517
>>5420528

“We deserve to be a part of this too, Teabolo.” You object, “We aren’t strangers to this kind of talk; it’s going to follow us our whole lives, no matter what we do.”

Teabolo shakes his head, his expression softening, but he remains determined, “You should not have to hear of these things, Maxime. None of you should, you’re… you’re just children. You should live in peace.”

“Teabolo,” Édouard says, glancing briefly past you toward Artesia, “We are already a part of this; the Zabis made that choice, not us.”

“But you don’t have to be anymore, Édouard.” Teabolo says, closing his eyes for a moment and ten speaking more softly, “You should be free from this… this ceaseless feuding. I’ve tried to do that for you all, protect you from it.”

“Living in ignorance will only put us in more danger.” You say. Your words seeming to spur Jimba back into action.

“See? They’re ready for this, Teabolo, they might be young but their father’s spiri-” Jimba starts to say before being cut off.

“I will not let you use them, Jimba!” Teabolo nearly shouts, his composure slipping for a moment as he snaps to looking at the old man, a single fat finger pointed accusatively, “The risk you’ve put them at by even calling Anaheim, I… No, not here. We will speak in my office.”

“At least allow me to attend, Teabolo.” Édouard says, “I am the eldest, it’s my responsibility.”

“Édouard, we agreed to do things together!” You protest, almost standing up in outrage before thinking better of it. The tension in the drawing room is palpable.

“Do you trust me, Maxime? Sayla?” Your older brother asks, his blue eyes meeting yours with an intensity you rarely see.

“Yes.” You answer, exhaling in frustration as you meet his gaze. You know this look; he isn’t going to back down.

“Of course I do.” Your sister quickly responds, “But maybe you should listen to dad, this… this revenge talk isn’t good for you. I see what it does.”

"I'm just going to listen." Édouard says, "I won't endanger either of you."

“Édouard, you… you may attend, if that is your wish.” Teabolo says, “Sayla, Maxime, please go to your rooms, and I’m sorry you even had to hear this much.”

“...Yes, father.” Sayla says, standing to leave.

>”This isn’t fair, I’m nearly the same age as Édouard!”
>Go to your room. Édouard has managed to get into the meeting at least.
>Write-in.
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>>5420771
>Go to your room. Édouard has managed to get into the meeting at least.

We can always weasel out what was said later.
Even if it is a little sus
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>>5420771
>>Go to your room. Édouard has managed to get into the meeting at least.
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>>5420771
>I trust you brother, but remember, we promised to do everything together.
>Can I atleast stay with sister Teabolo? We should be helping each other in these times.
Just trying to keep our family close, but it seems we can't stop the split that is coming
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>>5420789
What I meant was us and Artesia staying together in another room, not this one.
Lucifer won't be her only friend.
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>>5420771
>Go to your room. Édouard has managed to get into the meeting at least.
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>>5420771
>Go to your room. Édouard has managed to get into the meeting at least.
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>>5420783
>>5420786
>>5420789
>>5420793
>>5420803
Writing.

>>5420791
Don't worry, I got what you meant.
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>>5420771
>Go to your room. Édouard has managed to get into the meeting at least.
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>>5420783
>>5420786
>>5420789
>>5420791
>>5420793
>>5420803
>>5420810

"I trust you, Édouard, but remember what we promised." You say, standing up from your cushioned chair.

"I haven't forgotten." Your brother confirms solemnly.

With that said, you relent and follow your sister out of the drawing room and back through the old stone hallways of your home. You both go to Sayla’s room, following Teabolo’s instructions in spirit if not quite by the letter. It is a well furnished room, a single large window letting in plenty of light. A wooden writing desk sits near the window, covered in notebooks and pens; what looks to be a half written letter sits atop the clutter.

Lucifer hops up onto the dark sheets of Sayla’s bed, stretching out completely and kneading the soft material with his paws, claws opening and closing in little motions. You and Sayla both sit on the bed; she leans against you, placing her head against your shoulder. You wrap an arm around her comfortingly.

“I hate it when things get this way.” She says quietly, “It all just feels so senseless. I thought we’d… gotten past this, that it was just Jimba being…”

“Old and crazy?” You say with a small grin, though you do feel a little twinge of guilt - the old man did a lot to get you out of Munzo, whatever he may have become since then.

“Yeah.” She confirms, pressing against you more tightly, “But the Zabis might really be watching us, and I… I just thought it was over.”

“It’s alright, Sayla. We’re safe here.” You comfort her.

“Are we?” She asks in a quavering voice.

”...I don’t know, really, but Teabolo is doing everything he can.” You admit, “But whatever happens we’ll be together. I’m sure Édouard will tell us about whatever they’re talking about.”

“Do you think dad is going to make Jimba leave?” Sayla asks, pulling back a bit and looking up to you.

>”It might be for the best if he does.”
>”What? No, of course not. Jimba’s done a lot for us, even if he’s getting… unstable.”
>Write-in.
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>>5420846
>”What? No, of course not. Jimba’s done a lot for us, even if he’s getting… unstable.”
>"Teabolo might have given us a new life, but Jimba was the one that even gave us the chance to. We owe both of them too much to abandon either one"
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>>5420849
Actually, might be better a
>I really hope not, but he was really angry.
and then my other write-in too.
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>>5420846
>>”What? No, of course not. Jimba’s done a lot for us, even if he’s getting… unstable.”
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>>5420846
>”What? No, of course not. Jimba’s done a lot for us.

HIS NOT UNSTABLE, THE ZABI'S REALLY DO HAVE SPY SAT'S
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>>5420846
>”What? No, of course not. Jimba’s done a lot for us, even if he’s getting… unstable.”
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>>5420846
>”What? No, of course not. Jimba’s done a lot for us, even if he’s getting… unstable.”
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>>5420846
>”What? No, of course not. Jimba’s done a lot for us, even if he’s getting… unstable.”
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>>5420849
>>5420852
>>5420854
>>5420861
>>5420862
>>5420872
Writing.
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>>5420849
>>5420854
>>5420861
>>5420862
>>5420872

“What? No, of course not.” You say quickly, doubting Teabolo would do something quite so drastic, “Jimba’s done a lot for us, even if he’s getting… unstable.”

“The Zabis are all he ever talks about anymore.” Sayla frowns, pulling away entirely and idly running her hand over Lucifer. He purrs happily, pushing against her hand.

“They ruined his family,” You say, “It’s understandable.”

Sayla sighs, “Maybe so, but it’s still bad. I haven’t heard him say anything about Ramba in ages.”

“Huh. I guess I hadn’t noticed that.” You reply, trying to think of the last time you even heard the old man mention Ramba, “It might just hurt too much to talk about anymore.”

“We still talk about mom sometimes.” Sayla says, picking up Lucifer to hold him in her arms.

“...Yeah, but not much.” You say with a slight shrug, “It’s sad to think about.”

“She’ll be here in a few more years. I got really mad when I found out how long a hundred moons would be, but we’re over a third of the way there.” She says, a sad, delicate smile forming for a moment, “I hope she isn’t too lonely, I write to her a lot.”

>”We should write a letter together, I think she’d like that.” Teabolo did claim he could get letters to her.
>”Sayla, you… you know that she probably isn’t coming, right?” She has to find out at some point. Might not be the best time for this, but is it ever?
>Write-in.
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>>5420963
>>”Sayla, you… you know that she probably isn’t coming, right?” She has to find out at some point. Might not be the best time for this, but is it ever?
It sucks, but its better we tell her the truth. She's going to find out eventually.
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>>5420963
>”We should write a letter together, I think she’d like that.” Teabolo did claim he could get letters to her.
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>>5420963
>”Sayla, you… you know that she probably isn’t coming, right?” She has to find out at some point. Might not be the best time for this, but is it ever?
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>>5420963
>”We should write a letter together, I think she’d like that.” Teabolo did claim he could get letters to her.
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>>5420963
>”We should write a letter together, I think she’d like that.” Teabolo did claim he could get letters to her.
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>>5420964
+1
UC is a shit timeline to live in.
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>>5420964
>>5420972
>>5420981
Three.

>>5420965
>>5420973
>>5420974
And three.

I'll give voting another hour or so and then roll it off if there isn't a winner.

>>5420981
True.
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>>5421010
I'll change my vote to move things along
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>>5420963
Eh... we *do* need to tell her, but right now when there are potential spies/kidnappers about is not the best time I don't think. I say we should put a rain check on it and definitely have a plan in the future to tell her, just not right now.
>”We should write a letter together, I think she’d like that.” Teabolo did claim he could get letters to her.
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>>5421013
no bro I'm voting with you, retract that shit
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>>5421016
Ok, consider it retracted
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Christ, I'm retarded sometimes. Voting is still open for like 40 minutes. Ignore the other post if you saw it.
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>>5421030
I refuse, I will remember this
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>>5421016
>>5421025
>>5421014
Okay, letter wins. This time for real. Writing.

>>5421037
kek
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”We should write a letter together, I think she’d like that.” You offer to your sister. Teabolo has said in the past that he had a way to get letters to your mother.

“I’d love that.” Sayla says, “And I’m sure she will too.”

The two of you spend the next hour or so around Sayla’s desk drafting a letter detailing the events of the last few weeks. Everything from mundane stuff in the camp to the more exciting recent events after you encountered Diego; you don’t leave anything out, but the letter is focused more on your feelings about the events rather than the nitty gritty details. The vast bulk of the letter however is about the relationship between you, Sayla, and Édouard; if anything will bring some happiness to your mother it’s knowing that you’re all getting along better.

As Sayla is putting the final touches on the letter, speaking the last few lines aloud to double check with you, you notice Lucifer’s dark head perk up atop the bed nearby, yellow eyes fixed on something behind you. Turning, you see Édouard standing in the doorway, smiling a little but with a sad look in his eyes.

“We’ll make sure to write again next month… What is it?” Sayla continues reading before noticing your shifted focus, looking over her shoulder and spotting your brother a moment later, “Oh!”

“How did it go?” You ask.

“Jimba is going to be living higher upstairs now.” Édouard says, walking into the room and shutting the door behind him, “A few rooms above Sayla's, up the tower. Away from most of the phones. Teabolo is going to hire more guards as well.”

“But he is staying, right?” Sayla questions, adjusting in her seat to properly face toward Édouard.

“Yes. It was close though. Most of it was just arguing; he agreed to abandon his plan with Anaheim.” Édouard answers, moving closer to the two of you and looking curiously at the almost finished letter, “You’ve been writing mother again?”

“We have. Would you like to add something?” You say, gesturing to the letter.

Édouard looks pained for a moment before shaking his head, “No. I’m sure there’s nothing left to add.”

“Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be much.” Sayla asks, offering out the pen she was using, “Come on, even a few words.”

“I’m sure about it, Sayla.” He answers, shaking his head and turning to leave, “I’ll be outside if you need me, I think I’m going to practice some shooting.”

“What, you’re just leaving like that?” You ask, “We barely discussed anything!”

Your brother shrugs, “There isn’t much to say. Jimba lost the argument; his plan was bad. Open opposition plays into the Zabis strengths, they have an entire army waiting for exactly this type of attack.”

“So that’s the end of it then?” You ask, “Teabolo is increasing security and we’re just doing… nothing?”

“For now.” Édouard says as he leaves, “We’re doing nothing for now.
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>>5421168
Six months later.

11:00 AM, 14 January, UC 0072
Andalusia, Spain

The last half year has gone by quickly. It took a few weeks before Georgi called and gave you the all clear signal to go back to the camp; apparently the ‘Alonso’ guy got run off by a few of Georgi’s contacts in the local police, and Diego has been nowhere to be found since then either. Teabolo’s men did similar searches of the area, finding nothing of note; it’s unclear if there were ever Zabi spies in the area. Other than that the only real change to your life is the slightly increased security at the villa; a few of the guards carry rifles now, and there are a few more guards at the gates.

You, Édouard, and Sayla have continued to meet to discuss things, the top of the eastern tower turning into a little hideaway of sorts; long hours have been spent discussing all sorts of things, from the inane to the lofty, and a few nights you’ve even brought pillows and blankets to sleep under the stars.

All three of you have continued to excel academically, your private lessons continuing at an aggressive pace thanks to Teabolo sparing no expense - You’re currently pushing into mathematics and literature more normally associated with the start of a university education. Athletic training has increased as well, though that is more by agreement with your brother than any effort on Teabolo’s part. Sayla only joins in intermittently, but you’ve been practicing shooting and fencing with your brother as well as doing regular morning runs and more comprehensive exercise routines

It has been a peaceful six months, all things considered. What are you doing currently?

>You’re back in the refugee camp with Sayla again. Georgi has a new full time secretary now, and Elena has started to join Sayla in the camp on occasion - especially when you’re there with your sister. Today is one of those days.
>You’re out shooting with Édouard, with actual rifles. Teabolo has an ‘agreement’ with the local police to ignore the activity so long as you shoot in an old abandoned quarry nearby; one of his guards is with the two of you in supervisory role, though it’s mostly a formality at this point.
>You’re checking in on Jimba, as you have been frequently over the last few months. He has become depressed and erratic, and you don’t want him to do something rash.
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>>5421171
>You’re checking in on Jimba, as you have been frequently over the last few months. He has become depressed and erratic, and you don’t want him to do something rash.
Dementia. It's almost time.
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I may just be misinterpreting but he doesn't deserve to be lonely regardless.
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>>5421171
>You’re back in the refugee camp with Sayla again. Georgi has a new full time secretary now, and Elena has started to join Sayla in the camp on occasion - especially when you’re there with your sister. Today is one of those days.
We need to prepare little sis for the truth. This is going to be a mess.
I hope we're not neglecting Jimba to do this choice though
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>>5421171
>You’re back in the refugee camp with Sayla again. Georgi has a new full time secretary now, and Elena has started to join Sayla in the camp on occasion - especially when you’re there with your sister. Today is one of those days.
Eugh, I feel bad about not doing any of the other two, but we barely even met Elena so far (on screen anyways), at least we talk with the others.
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>>5421171
>>5421184
Actually, changing my choice to
>You’re checking in on Jimba, as you have been frequently over the last few months. He has become depressed and erratic, and you don’t want him to do something rash.
Casval does the fighting, Artesia does the caring, and we take care of the family.
We'll have more chances to meet childhood-waifu at some point, but time with Jimba is running out.
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>>5421171
>>You’re out shooting with Édouard, with actual rifles. Teabolo has an ‘agreement’ with the local police to ignore the activity so long as you shoot in an old abandoned quarry nearby; one of his guards is with the two of you in supervisory role, though it’s mostly a formality at this point.

We hardly spend time with him
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>>5421171
>You’re checking in on Jimba, as you have been frequently over the last few months. He has become depressed and erratic, and you don’t want him to do something rash.

We need to keep Jimba sane for as long as possible, his connections are invaluable.
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>>5421219
My hope is that we head to the Zeon Military Academy with Char. Sayla toughens up pretty well in the years after Char leaves, but Char himself needs a sense of "normalcy"/voice of reason that Felix would provide so he doesn't end up a sad and tired "old" man like he does in canon.
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>>5421171
>>You’re out shooting with Édouard, with actual rifles. Teabolo has an ‘agreement’ with the local police to ignore the activity so long as you shoot in an old abandoned quarry nearby; one of his guards is with the two of you in supervisory role, though it’s mostly a formality at this point.
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>>5421171
>You’re checking in on Jimba, as you have been frequently over the last few months. He has become depressed and erratic, and you don’t want him to do something rash.
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>>5421171
>You’re checking in on Jimba, as you have been frequently over the last few months. He has become depressed and erratic, and you don’t want him to do something rash.
Hard one and ultimately I don't think we'll be able to follow Caseval into the academy without some serious luck.
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>>5421309
I also have doubts about going to Zeon, unless Char also has an younger brother that is identical to us that dies in an attack so we can do a double switcharoo.
But if we do end up there, we have to do everything in our power to stop Casval from doing what he did to Lino. That was a Zabi move, not one fitting for a Deikun
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>>5421309
>>5421317
I think we should follow Char into the army. Maybe not shadowing him directly, but close enough that we can count on one another.

Char's biggest issue through his story is his inability to deal with his emotions and his need to do everything himself. If we're there as a proverbial shoulder to lean on, we can entirely divert his character development into somewhere more constructive/actually human.
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>>5421317
>Spoiler
Yeah, a little contrived even for gundam.
>>5421320
That's just it though, the zabi know our secret identity and the only way 'Char' gets in is by impersonating someone else. Getting into the Zeon military without being found out is going to be difficult.
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>>5421321
We could just pretend to be someone wholly unrelated to Casval OR the original Char. It's the UC, faking an identity is really isn't hard.

If I'm being honest, I really just want to pilot a Zaku and kill feddies with Char
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>>5421325
>Faking an identity really isn't hard.
That's true, we'd need to invest some time in it though and probably have Jimba help us. It's just not going to be as comparatively easy as it was for Char.
>Spoiler
It does sound like a good ol' time.
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>>5421325
Zakus are cool, so I can't blame you for it.
Acguys are still better
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>>5421171
>You’re out shooting with Édouard, with actual rifles. Teabolo has an ‘agreement’ with the local police to ignore the activity so long as you shoot in an old abandoned quarry nearby; one of his guards is with the two of you in supervisory role, though it’s mostly a formality at this point.
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>>5421327
The ACGuy is my second favorite Suit from 0079, behind the Gouf.
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>>5421325
I think it would be more interesting if we differed with Char on how the Zabis should be destroyed. He joins up with Zeon, but we're disgusted with the idea of becoming a Zabi lapdog. We end up joining the Federation, not reluctantly like Sayla, but with an eagerness comparable to Char's. We could be an ace Saberfish pilot, maybe assigned to White Base...
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>>5421333
Yeah, but basically everything UC focuses on the Federation. I want to see a Zeon's PoV for once. Besides, joining the Federation to stop the Zabi's ends with the Federation effectively in control of Zeon, which is a sort of worst-case scenario for Zum Deikun's ideals.
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>>5421333
Who says Sayla is going to stay in the Federation?
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>>5421335
>I want to see a Zeon's PoV for once.
Read Zeon quest if you haven't already, it was a wild ride.
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>>5421332
Gouf and Gelgoog for me. The only two 'mass produced' Zeon MS that were supposed to be comparable to early Gundams and high end GMs.
>>5421338
It'd be a pretty big change in the story if she didn't and NGL, getting her back into Zeon is going to be a harder sell than ourselves.
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>>5421341
I'm really torn on the Gelgoog. I really like it's name and head, but it's goofy ass shoulders, double-sword, and thick-ass shield kinda ruin it for me.
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>>5421343
The goofy design is what does it for me. Only Zeonic could come up with something so goofy looking and make it work. Also there's a few variations that rectify the design a bit, like the U and Jeager varients.
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>>5421179
>>5421203
>>5421247
>>5421291
>>5421309
Jimba

>>5421186
Sayla

>>5421219
>>5421284
>>5421331
Édouard

Looks like Jimba wins. Writing.

>>5421325
>>5421327
A ton of the OYW Zeon stuff is fantastic; I really like the Dom and Gelgoog and their variants. Zakus are of course great, almost everybody loves them.

>>5421348
Goofy designs are great. The Gelgoog Jäger is very good looking, one of my absolute favorites for its looks alone; the fact that it was probably also the most capable MS of the entire war (setting aside one off crazy stuff like the Gundam Alex) doesn't hurt though.
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>>5421353
Hell yeah, the MS-14Jg is killer. The best OYW stuff are all the side story OVAs, games, and manga.
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>>5421341
We could convince her that the only way to bring peace would be through being a newtype, and that we could wrest away power from the Zabis with their infighting while on the planet.
As for getting her on Zeon, we could probably pull it off with a disguise, another unfortunate 'accident' and another change in name.
but who knows, maybe we can convince Casval that we can take back Zeon through other means
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>>5421357
>maybe we can convince Casval that we can take back Zeon through other means
I'm a feddy fanboy so take this with a big grain of salt. But what if we DO join the federation and leverage it to kill off the Zabis and reinstate Cas as Zeon's successor? Hell, we could even use captured Mobile Suits too. I know they had a few Zaku 1s and 2s stomping around before the first prototypes and Ground types rolled off the lines.
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>>5421362
I don't think Casval would be happy being a puppet leader.
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>>5421362
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>>5421368
>>5421369
Yeah I didn't think that one would go over well. Rejoining Zeon is fine too.
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>>5421362
Yes, that's an idea. But like HfGnBndY said, Cas will probably see it as being a puppet. I was thinking more in the lines of infiltrating Zeon and causing a civil war there, maybe even get Garma on our side?
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>>5421377
>Garma
That's a potential exploit. Instead of just rivals with Char, we could potentially make an ally of him in some capacity. It would look pretty legitimate for us if we split the Zabi's over it.
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>>5421380
Garma is, like, mega gay. We could probably manipulate him by getting in his pants before Icelina does.
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>>5421381
No
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>>5421380
Honestly, the only real issue with this plan (other than actually splitting the Zabis far enough for it to happen) is Casval going full revenge mode on the Zabis.
Which is why I think taking Sayla with us would be for the best. With both Maxime and Sayla there, he'll become more 'human' and less of what he was in canon and maybe even stop certain tragedies from even starting
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>>5421388
I think Felix alone would be enough to keep Char on the right track. Sayla is too soft until, like, 0077 to do well in the academy.
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>>5421388
His Neo Zeon wouldn't have been bad if Casval Char Quatro didn't want to directly go against dad's dream, after all
"In ancient times the Christians fought bloody battles for control over the birthplace of their religion, but there is no need for humanity to repeat this mistake over Earth."
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>>5421388
>And stop certain tragedies
What kind of hopium are you smoking, man? If we survive this with all our limbs intact that'll be a happy ending.
>>5421393
She also has virtually no interest in military affairs until she's forced into it on Side 7. I still think she should continue on with her normal story line. Worst case scenario nothing much changes. Best case we get some important feddie characters to not kill us outright.
>>5421395
Succession war now. No peace for the Spacenoids until every Zabi is dead.
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>>5421395
The OYW really broke Char, compounded with the events of the Gryps Conflict, his Neo-Zeon was basically a suicide pact.
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>>5421399
To paraphrase Netflixvania, the Axis Drop was just the most violent suicide not in history.
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>>5421398
Oh come on, Garma was ok, Minerva is precious and there is the mysterious new Zabi that we haven't seen yet.
The other ones got to go though
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>>5421399
Hopefully we can keep him from going off the deep end, especially in the post war era.
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>>5421403
>there is the mysterious new Zabi that we haven't seen yet
Anon... He's dead.
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>>5421404
We are already going the pic related route, so hopefully we can atleast mitigate it.
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>>5421393
Maybe so, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. But I'd rather not have a situation where we're put against her, and almost end up killing each other.
there's also the situation with Amuro, and that's definitely something I want to avoid

>>5421395
We just have to keep reminding him of dad's dream then. It'll be harder than just that though, I bet.

>>5421398
If we put all the pieces were we want them, we have a bigger chance to get something better. I mean, we already avoided Jimba's assassination and Teabolo's 'deal' with the Zabi's.
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>>5421407
*the situation between her, Cas and Amuro
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>>5421404
Us acting as emotional support will doubtlessly keep his head on his shoulders the right way.
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>>5421405
No, that was the older brother in origin that Kycilla bombed, I'm talking about the other OC that's our age, the one that we probably would have played as if Degwin own the first vote.
QM said that they exist in this thread, but I can't find it right now.
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>>5421411
Maybe we'll be able to play as him in an interlude or something?
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>>5421353
>us meeting Elena is always put up against important plot items in votes, so it never happens
cmon OP, throw us me? a bone here
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>>5421403
>>5421406
I completely forgot about Minerva. She can stay, Garma too if he doesn't get all antagonistic with us.
>>5421407
You're right, we've already changed the timeline. Might as well act the influencer for a better outcome.
>>5421410
That's true. Char went it alone for most of his life with only revenge on his mind. Maybe we can get the Neo Zeon ball rolling early.
>>5421411
>You're playing a middle child in the Deikun family who doesn't exist canonically. There is also an extra Zabi about the same age as your character (other than Garma).
One of his earlier posts, just after the funeral.
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>>5421411
Found it
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>>5421417
>Garma too if he doesn't get all antagonistic with us.
Garma's a good kid, he just has a complex over his older siblings. If we can break that, he'll join up with us easily. The real make-or-break thing will be convincing Char not to kill him.
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>>5421412
Could be a way for us to do character creation like we did for Felix, but part of me wants it to be a surprise.
>inb4 COntolist makes the extra Zabi a waifu candidate
>>5421417
I guess I was too slow. Thanks anyway anon.
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>>5421420
We kind already defended him earlier, saying he was one of the innocent Zabis.
Maybe if us by his side, we can remind him. Ad we can throw back his own words at him
“Pride and a desire for vengeance make for a powerful poison, Sayla.” Édouard says, “He knew exactly what he was doing every step of the way.”
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The climb up the dimly lit spiral stone staircase to Jimba’s room is quiet, as always. When he was first moved to the room he took it badly, but after a few weeks you thought he was bouncing back - you were wrong. He still only talks about the Zabis, but it has gotten… strange. Even more disconnected from reality, forgetting things and making associations that just don’t make any sense to you. He isn’t trapped in the tower, Teabolo isn’t so cruel as to do something like that, but he’s usually watched when he’s anywhere else in the house - either by the guards or staff - to make sure he doesn’t call people and do something rash. Still, on more than one occasion he’s claimed to have new proof of spies and plots, or asked you to help him in finding allies to strike against the Zabis; you haven’t gone along with any of it, trying to gently discourage him. He’s not stable enough to manage it even if he came up with a good plan.

Reaching the top of the stairs you knock on the heavy wooden door, waiting a moment for an answer. You can hear him talking to himself on the other side of the door, but can’t quite make out what he’s saying beyond “...two Zabis... great work...”

After a few moments he stops talking, you can hear some things being moved around, and he calls out, “Master Felix?”

Of course he expects it to be you, almost no one else visits him. Even Sayla rarely sees him anymore.

“It’s me, Jimba.” You confirm.

“Come in! Come in. I was starting to think you’d forgotten.” He says. You push the door open, and it bumps into a messy pile of books stacked on the floor nearby - his room isn’t a complete disaster, you’ve made sure to help clean enough to prevent it from getting that far, but it is a cluttered mess.

“Are you doing well?” You ask, already knowing what the real answer is.

“Yes, of course! I’m actually feeling great, the best in years!” He says… unusually excitedly, that's new, and waves you over to his even more unusually clean looking table, “Have you seen the news?”

There are a few newspapers laid out neatly atop the table; they look recent. The staff still bring him the news regularly since it seems to distract him, though they never stay to talk.

“...No, I haven’t.” You answer, stepping closer to get a better look. It’s the front page of the Federation Globe - official state news which you’re quite sure is just propaganda most of the time. It's a little surprising that Jimba even reads it.
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>>5421446

The headline reads:

GIHREN ZABI SHOT AT RALLY, IN CRITICAL CONDITION

You snatch up the paper, eyes widening as you read more closely through the actual article.

...Gihren Zabi, director of the National Campaign Department for the Republic of Zeon, was shot while speaking at an anti-federation political rally late last night. While delivering a speech to a crowd of fifty thousand people in the crowded Zeon Zum Deikun memorial stadium, a team of gunmen stormed the stage and opened fire; fifteen people are confirmed to be dead, and Gihren Zabi is known to be in critical condition. Vivima Zabi, 13, the youngest member of the Zabi political dynasty, was present on stage with her older brother during the attack but only suffered minor injuries. The Zabi family has released an official statement, claiming that those responsible for orchestrating the attack will face ‘swift and immediate retribution.' Anti-independence groups and the Federation military were named as potential suspects, but accusations remain vague at this time… Early polling shows that approval ratings of the Zabi family have soared following the attack… The Federation has denied all responsibility and launched an investigation of its own into the incident…”

>”Well, this actually is good news for once. Who do you think did it, Jimba?”
>”See, Jimba, the Zabis will get what’s coming to them eventually. No need to obsess over it, they have plenty of other enemies.”
>”Approval rating soared? This is awful news, if he survives they’ll be more powerful than ever.”
>Write-in.
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>>5421454
>”Approval rating soared? This is awful news, if he survives they’ll be more powerful than ever.”
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>>5421454
>”Approval rating soared? This is awful news, if he survives they’ll be more powerful than ever.”
>"I wouldn't put past the Zabis if it's a staged attack or result of their infighting."
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>>5421454
>”See, Jimba, the Zabis will get what’s coming to them eventually. No need to obsess over it, they have plenty of other enemies.”
I agree with the third option, but we have to keep in mind our audience here. We're trying to keep him sane aren't we? I don't think reinforcing his fears will help that.
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>>5421454
>Vivima Zabi, 13
Oh shit I was was right
>>5421422
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>>5421454
>”See, Jimba, the Zabis will get what’s coming to them eventually. No need to obsess over it, they have plenty of other enemies.”
We have to make sure that Jimba doesn't lose himself, first and foremost.
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>>5421454
>”Approval rating soared? This is awful news, if he survives they’ll be more powerful than ever.”
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>>5421458
You are right
>>5421458
Changing my vote to
>”See, Jimba, the Zabis will get what’s coming to them eventually. No need to obsess over it, they have plenty of other enemies.”
>Atleast Vivima wasn't hurt, she didn't have a hand in what the rest of her family did.
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>>5421457
+1
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>>5421468
Meant to link to mine
>>5421457
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>>5421465
>>5421469
>>5421455
>we voted to be with Jimba instead of other important choices so we could prioritize his sanity
>our next move does the exact opposite and makes him more paranoid
are you guys really sure this is the move?
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>>5421472
Baaaaah, you're right. We shouldn't encourage it even if he is right.
>>5421454
>>5421465
Changing my vote to this
>5421458
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>>5421476
>>5421458
Forgot to link.
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>>5421454
>>”See, Jimba, the Zabis will get what’s coming to them eventually. No need to obsess over it, they have plenty of other enemies.”
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>>5421458
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>>5421468
>>5421476
Writing. Really enjoying seeing all of this discussion as well.
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“See, Jimba, the Zabis will get what’s coming to them eventually,” You say while still looking over the article, “No need to obsess over it, they have plenty of other enemies.”

“Oh ho ho, yes they do, don’t they?” He says with a mad chuckle, “That snake Gihren finally got what’s coming to him!”

“...Shame about Vivima though. At least she’s alright, kids shouldn’t get caught up in these kinds of things…” You respond, double checking the name as you say it; you vaguely remember seeing her at your fathers funeral, just past Garma. There’s a picture of her in the article; it’s clear she must have mostly gotten her mother’s looks, like Garma, purple hair and fair features.

“What? No, they’re all the same, a den of vipers. Gihren is the worst though, he’s gaining more and more influence.” Jimba says adamantly, waving a hand dismissively at you, “...Maybe if those gunmen had been paid more it wouldn’t have been so sloppy; we’d have two dead Zabis instead of just one in the hospital!”

“Jimba, that’s a bit cruel." You say, a bit stung by the callousness of his statement but not wanting to linger on it, "You think they were mercenaries though?”

“Felix, you know how these things have to be, we’ve talked about it. They all have to go!” He says, pounding a frail fist on the table, “And uh… It’s just a feeling, I suppose; the article didn’t mention them shouting any slogans or making declarations - terrorists usually do that kind of thing.”

“Mm, I guess that sort of makes sense,” You say, not wholly convinced by Jimba’s reasoning, “They could have made quite the statement, the stage was set up for a speech.”

“Uhm, yes, exactly that, Master Felix.” Jimba says quickly, pausing for a moment afterward before pointing to a picture of the stadium on another of the newspapers laying on the table, “See, look at the size of the crowd. I would have made a statement if it was me.”

“You’d do a lot of things if it was you, Jimba.” You smirk, almost laughing at the idea, "You shouldn't linger on this stuff for so long though, it isn't good for you.

“Ha, I suppose you’re right…” The old man replies with a harsh, almost painful sounding laugh, “Maybe more does need to be done…”

You sigh, exhausted by it all. Jimba always manages to twist the things you say into encouragement to destroy the Zabis; it’s almost impossible to get through to him, but he’d probably be even worse if you didn’t visit so often.

>”Jimba, stop that. We’ve been over this before; we aren’t moving against the Zabis any time soon.”
>”More?”
>”Hopefully it wasn’t the Federation doing this.” It seems unlikely but they’ve been suspected of similar actions in the past; if it ends up being true Side Three will turn into a bloodbath.
>Write-in.

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>>5421545
>”Jimba, stop that. We’ve been over this before; we aren’t moving against the Zabis any time soon.”
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>>5421545
>”Jimba, stop that. We’ve been over this before; we aren’t moving against the Zabis any time soon.”
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>>5421545
>”Jimba, stop that. We’ve been over this before; we aren’t moving against the Zabis any time soon.”
>"These kind of things take time and care, you got to conquer the hearts of the people first."
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>>5421545
>>5421554 +1
Part of me wants tell him it might be the Federation's doing, but Jimba might take it as meaning 'we hate the Zabis, they hate the Zabis, the enemy of my enemy is my friend'
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>>5421554
+1
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>>5421547
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>>5421559
Writing.
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>>5421545
>There’s a picture of her in the article; it’s clear she must have mostly gotten her mother’s looks, like Garma, purple hair and fair features.
Well, this kills my quickly forming image I had of Vivima looking like pic related, especially considering the shooting could explain her having an eyepatch.
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>>5421568
My mental image is an even more feminine Garma.
Which is an impressive feat to say the least.
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>>5421582
Vivima looks identical to Garma, she just has noticeable breasts. Just like how Garma has a noticeable bulge when Char is around.
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”Jimba, stop that. We’ve been over this before; we aren’t moving against the Zabis any time soon.” You gently scold him, "These kinds of things take time and care, you have to conquer the hearts of the people first."

“The hearts of the people? Master Felix, please, you must see that’s exactly what the Zabis have been doing this whole time, it’s what that fiend Gihren was doing at this very speech!” Jimba says in an almost apologetic, pleading tone as he points to a picture of Gihren on one of the newspapers; he’s giving an impassioned speech, overlooking a cheering crowd stretched out below him.

“If nothing was done, he’d only keep growing in power. The whole earthsphere will be torn apart if they aren’t stopped, there’s no bottom to the depths of Zabi evil! They’ll drag down your father’s ideals and as many innocents as it takes to gain more power, they'll destroy it all just like they destroyed my family!” Jimba continues, sweeping an arm dramatically as if he was bearing witness to some kind of profound and apocalyptic revelation.

Your heart sinks as the old man continues his rant, and you can’t help but feel a profound sense of pity. It’s hard to even remember what he was like before your father died, but you still have the faint impression of a strong and capable man in your mind; he was a good father to Ramba, in his own way, and almost grandfatherly to you and your siblings at times… Not always, of course, but sometimes he felt like a kind of extended family.

That man has worn away, the years grinding down on him. He’s a husk, possessed by ghosts of vengeance. You can practically feel it radiating off of him, the resentment, the impotent fury, and a deep longing for something just out of reach…

>”Jimba, please. Let's talk about something else; father’s philosophy maybe?”
>”If nothing was done?...”
>”...It was good to speak again, Jimba. I have to go, but I’ll be back later…” Leave. You can’t stand seeing him this bad, it’s worse than usual.
>Write-in.
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>>5421582
>>5421588
Garma with tits you say?
Also, holy shit, I forgot just how feminine they made Garma in Origin.
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>>5421596
>”If nothing was done?...”
>Jimba, what did you do this time?
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>>5421597
Garma with long hair was exactly how I was picturing it.
And yeah, as time went on they just made him look progressively more effeminate.
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>>5421596
>Write-in
>"Jimba, you saw what happened in the news, and I'm sure you remember the explosion at my father's funeral. They are beset by enemies inside and out, they can't even trust their own family! You don't have to worry about destroying them anymore. Please, remember my father's philosophy. Would he have wanted you to be as you are now?"
If we can't convince him, then just leave politely and look for our siblings.
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>>5421600
Nice catch
+1
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>>5421600
+1
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>>5421600
>>5421612
>>5421646
Writing.
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“If nothing was done?...” You say uncertainly, a horrible thought beginning to form in your mind, your eyes widening as you look to the old man, “Jimba, what have you done?”

“Nothing! Nothing, of course,” He replies hastily, avoiding your gaze, “What could I do up here?”

You set down the newspaper and glance around the room quickly, scanning over the stray piles of books and scattered photographs; something is wrong, very wrong.

Jimba.” You say again, “You’re lying.”

“No, no, you have to…” He says desperately, following your gaze with visible alarm as you look over the messy bedroom, “...It… Master Felix, please, you must understand, something had to be done.”

Your blood runs cold - He did do something - all but admitting it. Slowly you begin to step away from him, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I-it, uh, it wasn’t much, all I… all I did was move some of my old money around,” Jimba says, moving a step toward you, “The little I had left. I was saving it, for the three of you… But I thought to myself ‘what could be a better gift’?… If the Zabis began to die, perhaps they would suspect one another, and you could return…”

“Jimba, no, we… how? Why?” You ask, fear and the sting of betrayal biting deep. It doesn’t make sense - he’s barely been on his own for the last few months, watching nearly constantly, and you’ve been coming to see him nearly every day. Was that not enough?

“I… I made a few investments.” He hesitantly explains, guilt, shame, and anger mixing in his voice, “Teabolo hasn’t stopped me from accessing my accounts, the few I have left. He can't jail me like this, not completely.”

“Jimba, who did you send money to?” You ask, “How could you do this?”

“...A group on Luna.” He admits, “It’s for your own good, Master Felix, I’m just clearing the path a little for you and your siblings.”

“You’re working with Anaheim again, aren’t you?” You ask angrily, but Jimba quickly shakes his head.

“No, no, nothing with them. Not anymore. That plan never could have worked, I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time - but I am now! This group is much quieter. They’re opposed to the Zabis, and the Federation, they have people all over Munzo but needed more money for a ‘project’... I read between the lines.”

>”You funded a terrorist group?!”
>”...and the Federation?”
>Leave immediately, the damage is already done. Find Teabolo or one of the guards at least. This is very bad.
>Write-in.

Reposted after fixing some errors, again. Really need to get better at catching things in editing.
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>>5421714
>>Leave immediately, the damage is already done. Find Teabolo or one of the guards at least. This is very bad.
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>>5421714
>”You funded a terrorist group?!”
Mad lad Jimba. I can't be mad at him guys. Terrorism runs deep in Gundam.
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>>5421714
>>”...and the Federation?”
Welp its time to go get Cas and Artesia and blow out of here before the assassins show.
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>>5421714
>”You funded a terrorist group?!”
and
>Leave immediately, the damage is already done. Find Teabolo or one of the guards at least. This is very bad
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>>5421714
>”...and the Federation?”

God I fucking love our boy Jimba, Dude really is just a Dad trying to keep his autistic children safe from Space Hitler.
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>>5421714
>Leave immediately, the damage is already done. Find Teabolo or one of the guards at least. This is very bad.
No time to waste.
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>>5421714
>Leave immediately, the damage is already done. Find Teabolo or one of the guards at least. This is very bad.
>Get Casval and Sayla too
Oh god, they are going to track this down to him. It was bad enough with the Zabis going after our head, but the federation too? We need new identities, and to go to a place aligned with neither. Side 5 here we go
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>>5421733
Side 5 is still Federation. Neutral colonies don't become a thing till the War.
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>>5421545
Just realized we could have caught Jimba in this post with the
>”More?”
option. I can't believe I overlooked that
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>>5421741
I know, but it's where we they go to in canon.
It's "neutral" because it belongs to the Yashima corporation, friends of Teabolo.
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>>5421714
>Leave immediately, the damage is already done. Find Teabolo or one of the guards at least. This is very bad.
>Then go find our siblings
Absolute beast of a move, Jambi. Can't help but feel proud of the old man, though this is going to be a mess.We have to high-tail it out of here, bring along our family. Jambi needs to go into hiding, at least.
I guess this means Sayla can't be part of the Feds openly anymore, huh?
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>>5421714
>>5421770
Changing my vote to
>”...and the Federation?”
We need to know more about this mystery group first, before we jump to conclusions. Don't want Teabolo to appease the Zabis, or just get ourselves all arrested by the Federation. And who knows, maybe Jimba actually covered his tracks (however unlikely that is).
Still think we should at least inform Casval and Sayla.
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>>5421714
>Leave immediately, the damage is already done. Find Teabolo or one of the guards at least. This is very bad.
Well, I'd prefer it if we didn't need to actually find another safe house. Does such a place even exist? It's really gonna suck if we have to high-tail it out before we even meet Elena properly.
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>>5421790
Actually, yeah, we're right, we need more information to decide if this is as bad as some of us think it is.

switching from >>5421794 to
>”...and the Federation?”
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>>5421794
You have a point.

>>5421714
Switching to
>"...and the Federation?"
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>>5421798
>we're right
you're right
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>>5421721
>>5421726
>>5421790
>>5421798
>>5421801
Alright, I'm pretty sure that asking about the federation wins. Writing.
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Uh oh...
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>>5421826
why uh oh?
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>>5421838
Old Jimba's made us some very powerful enemies.
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“...and the Federation?” You ask, dreading what the answer to your question will be.

“Yes, yes, and the Federation.” Jimba answers, speaking more loudly, “They oppose tyrants no matter their form; Zabis and the Federation are not so very different, they both wish to have us under their thumb!”

“Oppose?” You question, hoping this might not be as bad as it sounds, “Are they attacking them as well?”

“I… I don’t know for sure, perhaps they might, but they aren’t fools. Everything was done in code, I didn’t ‘invest’ in anything on earth.” Jimba says, now just in front of you and reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder.

You step back from him, bumping into the half opened door behind you; he doesn’t frighten you, but there’s something wrong in his eyes. How could he betray you all like this?

“Jimba, how could you do something so foolish?” You say, “We live on Earth, if they’ve attacked the Federation and this gets traced back to you there’s no telling what will happen!”

“Master Felix, the Federation is hardly our ally!” Jimba says, still following you. You take a step backward down the first stair of the cramped, spiraling staircase of the tower.

>Turn and leave. This is a disaster, Teabolo must be informed at once.
>”Jimba, you… you should leave. Publicly. It’s the only way to protect us now, this is just too much.”
>”Who are these people? How could you trust them with so much at risk?”
>Write-in

Apologies for the wait for such a short post, got caught up in a game with some friends and I've been writing between turns.
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>>5421890
>Turn and leave. This is a disaster, Teabolo must be informed at once.
Teabolo needs to know NOW. Who knows how long these terrorists have been acting, even before Jimba started funding them.
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>>5421890
>”Who are these people? How could you trust them with so much at risk?”
>You need to come with me to see Teabolo. Now. We need to think a way to get out of this mess you put us in.
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>>5421890
>Jimba enough is enough. If actions like this are to be taken we all need to be informed. You can't just keep doing this for all our well beings. We must tell Teabolo at once and prepare.
>We are his children, you can't just keep doing this without working with us.

Basically remind him of where his loyality lie
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>>5421897
Oh, and
>Ask a guard to call Eduard and Sayla. It's urgent.
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>>5421890
>”Who are these people? How could you trust them with so much at risk?”
>Start a family meeting (Teabolo, Casval and Sayla) and discuss this
We have to know who we're dealing with here. This has the potential to spiral out of control very quickly, we have to act carefully.
If the Federation catches wind of this, they'll probably see us as complicit.
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>>5421896
>>5421899
>>5421901
Alright, so there's definitely a desire to meet with Teabolo and your siblings, and maybe Jimba as well.

Writing.
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“Who are these people?” You ask angrily, “How could you trust them with so much at risk?”

“They didn’t tell me the real name of their organization, that… that isn’t how this kind of thing works. They work through shell companies, use fake names;” Jimba desperately tries to explain, still following after you, “You must believe me, Felix!”

“You don’t even know who they are?” You shake your head in disbelief and turn to head down the staircase properly, “I’m going to tell Teabolo, Jimba.”

“...Master Felix…” He says weakly, taking a few steps down the stairs after you before stopping. He doesn’t follow you.

You rush down the stairs, passing the entrance to Sayla’s room and checking inside quickly - Lucifer looks up from the bed but Sayla is gone, probably at the camp. As you reach the bottom you catch sight of one of the guards and call him over.

“Where is Teabolo?” You ask hurriedly, barraging him with questions, “Or Sayla and Édouard? Something has happened, we need to increase security at once and I absolutely must speak with all of them!”

The guard blinks, stunned briefly by the sudden assault of questions, but he snaps into action half a moment later, “Don Teabolo and your sister are at the aid worker compound, they were meeting with the director for lunch; your brother is away at the old quarry.”

The camp and the quarry? Neither are that far, though it might be a bit of trouble to get Édouard back quickly.

“Radio them at once, they have to come back immediately - we may be at risk of attack!” You order, trying to remain calm while still getting a sense of urgency across.

“Of course, sir.” He replies, already reaching to his earpiece to relay the message, “Is this reliable information?”

“Reliable enough.”

The guard begins speaking over his radio with Teabolo’s other men, giving out orders and double checking the locations of everyone; it’s going to take a bit to get the message to Sayla and Teabolo, they didn’t take a radio with them and Georgi isn’t answering his office’s phone.

>Wait around at the villa for the others, and stay near a radio in case something happens.
>...Find a gun.
>You’re more familiar with the compound than the guards are, head out and find Sayla and Teabolo yourself.
>Write-in.
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>>5421965
>...Find a gun.
>You’re more familiar with the compound than the guards are, head out and find Sayla and Teabolo yourself.

Time to get tactical Marines.
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>>5421965
>You’re more familiar with the compound than the guards are, head out and find Sayla and Teabolo yourself.
>...Find a gun.
Hopefully skimping out on those combat training options with Cas won't effect us too badly.
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>>5421965
>...Find a gun.
>You’re more familiar with the compound than the guards are, head out and find Sayla and Teabolo yourself.
I still think we might have a bit of time, but it never hurts to be safe. We should try to find a concealable gun, so as not to attract attention.
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>>5421965
>>...Find a gun.
>>You’re more familiar with the compound than the guards are, head out and find Sayla and Teabolo yourself.
It isn't paranoia if there really is someone out to get you!
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>>5421965
>You’re more familiar with the compound than the guards are, head out and find Sayla and Teabolo yourself.
Felix is way overreacting, there's no way it would be traced back this quickly, if it happened at all. Personally I think there's a good chance these people are covert enough that we're probably just fine. None of the terrorists got captured did they? And even if they were able to be interrogated, none of them should have knowledge as close to chest as funding sources for the whole organization, and especially not where they live. Dude needs to chill out.

In fact, I think grabbing a gun might be detrimental. It will only flare up tensions, cause stress, and cause us to think less straight about this.

On another note, this update rate is killer QM, keep it up.
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>>5421965
>>5421975
Honestly, changing my vote to >>5421985
Last time when we thought the Zabis were kidnapping Sayla, it turned out to be an overreaction (even though there were probably spies around). Not only that, I doubt they'll connect our family to the attack any time soon.
No need to panic and cause stress for no reason.
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>>5421976
I'll remove gun from my vote.
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>>5421990
>>5422003
Writing.

>>5421969
This anon knows what the ladies like.
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>>5422017
OORAH MARINES.
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>>5422092
>”There’s been a security issue, Jimba did something foolish. We need to go back to the villa.”
>I already sent someone to get Édouard. We need to discuss this together and we can't speak here, someone else other than Georgi and Elena might listen.
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The sun is high in the sky as you head out of the villa’s main gate, guards rushing about and getting ready for whatever might be coming. You aren’t certain something is going to happen, especially so soon after what Teabolo has done, but that doesn’t lessen the urgency of the meeting. You jog down the winding earthen road and soon find yourself among the aid worker compound at the edge of the refugee camp. White and red prefabricated metal structures, most of them repurposed Federation army surplus, are clustered together here and there. It shouldn’t take long to locate Teabolo and Sayla…

Checking around between buildings you soon find your sister and adoptive father; they’re having a simple but pleasant looking lunch with Georgi and his daughter Elena at the staff cafeteria. The building isn’t much more than a small hangar with a kitchen and folding tables in the interior in place of military vehicles and machinery.

Elena smiles and waves to you as you approach, noticing your presence almost immediately and calling out, “Maxime! I didn’t realize you’d be coming!”

“Neither did I,” You say, walking quickly to the table, “It’s nice to see you.”

She smirks, “I bet it is. Come on, sit down.”

“Any other time and I would,” You say, shifting your focus to Teabolo and Sayla who are looking at you with mild confusion, “Teabolo, Sayla, we need to talk."

“What’s the matter?” Teabolo asks, “Has something happened?”

>Sit down briefly to discuss things here. Georgi and Elena are trustworthy.
>”There’s been a security issue, Jimba did something foolish. We need to go back to the villa.”
>Write-in.
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>>5422100
My vote is here
>>5422099
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>>5422100
>”There’s been a security issue, Jimba did something foolish. We need to go back to the villa.”
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>>5422100
>Sit down briefly to discuss things here. Georgi and Elena are trustworthy.
There is a risk in telling Georgi about the situation, since he's a civil servant of the Federation, but there's the possibility he might vouch for us if things go badly.
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>>5422105
That's true, but I don't want to do this in the staff cafeteria without Casval.
Maybe invite them back to the villa too?
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>>5422103
Don't worry, I see it.

Reposted to fix the accidental repetitiousness; making decisions about where to cut dialogue and start player options is probably not something I should be doing while playing games.
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>>5422108
What game are you are playing?
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>>5422106
>>5422100
>>5422099
>someone else other than Georgi and Elena might listen
>I don't want to do this in the staff cafeteria without Casval.
Good idea, didn't even think about that. Changing my vote to
>”There’s been a security issue, Jimba did something foolish. We need to go back to the villa.”
>Maybe invite Georgi and Elena to come with us?
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>>5422113
MCC. I love Halo.
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>>5422118
Halo is good, shame the series ended with ODST.
And don't worry too much, I think the updates have been good
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Based. Shame 343 took a massive shit all over its legacy by making a needless trilogy set after the perfect ending that was 3. Even Bungie was in agreement to its finality since while under contract with MS to make more halo games they decided to release the ODST stuff set between Halo 2 and 3 as a full game, then followed up with a prequel also starring a new set of characters.
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>>5422100
>>”There’s been a security issue, Jimba did something foolish. We need to go back to the villa.”
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>>5422100
>>”There’s been a security issue, Jimba did something foolish. We need to go back to the villa.”


And wheres our brother.
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>>5422104
>>5422099
>>5422116
>>5422135
>>5422144
Writing.
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>>5422210
QM, you good?
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>>5422407
Yeah, apologies on the weirdly long wait. Got caught up in a very long conversation.
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>>5422410
No worries. The QM Curse is very real, so I can get pretty paranoid about really good quests.
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“There’s been a security issue, Jimba did something foolish.” You say, keeping the details vague to not drag Elena or Georgi into things, “We need to go back to the villa.”

“Security?” Elena asks curiously, giving you a deeply puzzled look.

“What did he do now?” Sayla says worriedly, shrinking back a bit as Elena shifts her gaze over to her.

Teabolo meets your gaze but says nothing, his eyes narrowing before he gives you a small nod of acknowledgement, and stands up from the simple table.

“...Georgi, my apologies; I must return home at once.” Your adoptive father says politely, if a bit stiffly, “We’ll do this again sometime.”

“Yes, yes, we will, Don Teabolo. Is there anything we can do to help?” Georgi offers, standing as well.

“I’ll let you know if there’s anything, or if anything might affect your work with the camp,” Teabolo answers as he begins to leave with you and Sayla, “Though I certainly hope that won’t be the case. Good day, Georgi.”

The three of you head back to the villa; you half expect Teabolo to have a parked car somewhere nearby, but it turns out that Sayla convinced him to make the journey on foot. She’s been trying to get him to watch his weight - not exactly the most convenient time to start - but it works out fine; he’s a bit out of breath by the time you reach villa but otherwise in a fit state. You explained the situation to Teabolo and Sayla on the walk back up, far from any potential eavesdroppers, both listening intently as you reveal what you know of Jimba’s involvement in funding the group likely to be responsible for attacking Gihren and Vivima Zabi.

To say that Teabolo is furious would be a disservice to the word.

The courtyard near the main gate is abuzz with activity, guards and staff moving about here and there, preparing for… well, you’re not sure what exactly. A car arrives, dropping off your brother a few minutes after you arrive; the quarry isn’t so far, it didn’t take long to get a driver to the location.
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>>5422444

Teabolo leaves to ‘question’ Jimba in his room atop the tower, allowing you to catch your brother up to speed on what’s occurred. You, Édouard, and Sayla head to the drawing room to speak up in relative privacy, taking seats among the cushioned and finely wrought wooden furniture.

“...Gihren and Vivima Zabi, shot.” Édouard says, emphasizing the final word and smirking a little before his expression darkens, “This isn’t how this should have happened; they both survived. Vivima must have barely even been grazed, gunmen don't usually leave minor injuries.”

Sayla narrows her eyes at the callous comment but says nothing, leaning back against the victorian looking sofa she’s sitting on.

“It’s all a mess,” you agree, “The paper said they're launching an investigation into suspected groups; I bet it isn’t a short list, but…”

“We’re probably on it.” Édouard finishes for you, “And it isn’t just the Zabis, the Federation is looking into things as well.”

“But they won’t come after us, will they?” Sayla asks, “The Federation might be corrupt, but they aren’t evil… they’d just come and take Jimba, right?”

“Who knows,” you say, wishing there was a better answer, “They’re almost as bad as the Zabis, in their own way.”

“We’ll need to be ready, or leave.” Édouard says, “There aren’t many other options.”

“Jimba could admit to what he’s done. That he did it alone.” You suggest, though the words hurt a touch to speak aloud, “But I’m not sure I want to see things go down that path.”

“They’d kill him…” Sayla says sadly, trailing off and looking down to her feet. She isn’t the tiny girl she was a few years ago, now really beginning to understand the true scope of things.

>”We shouldn’t do anything drastic. We don’t know if Jimba has been found out yet, or by who. If we do anything too strange it might clue the Zabis into what happened.”
>”I think it would be best to leave the villa. Maybe we can hide somewhere for a little while until the attention dies down again.”
>”We need to prepare for what’s coming. This is our home, and it’s practically a castle; I can’t think of a better place to be in this kind of situation.”
>Write-in.
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>>5422448
>”We shouldn’t do anything drastic. We don’t know if Jimba has been found out yet, or by who. If we do anything too strange it might clue the Zabis into what happened.”
>”I think it would be best to leave the villa. Maybe we can hide somewhere for a little while until the attention dies down again.”

These aren't mutually exclusive. Let's go on a quick vacation to somewhere isolated and hunker down for a bit. I'm sure Teabolo has got a vacation house somewhere in the Rockies or the Urals.
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>>5422448
>”We shouldn’t do anything drastic. We don’t know if Jimba has been found out yet, or by who. If we do anything too strange it might clue the Zabis into what happened.”
>"But if we do anything, it has to be done discreetly"
The other two options happened in canon, and without good results. Unless we can somehow fortify our home secretly or move in a 'vacation' like >>5422449 said, without causing too much of a commotion, we can't risk an assassination/siege attempt.
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>>5422450
But then again, suddenly going for a vacation when two Zabis have been injured could be enough evidence for them to justify an assassination against Jimba or someone else. And the Federation will probably notice us leaving/fortifying as well.
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>>5422453
>suddenly going for a vacation

It's January, the middle of winter. Going on a skiing vacation into the mountains really isn't that strange.
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>>5422455
Not to us or any normal person, sure. But to the Zabis? I doubt they're going to even consider it to be a coincidence.
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>>5422457
>But to the Zabis? I doubt they're going to even consider it to be a coincidence.

Of course they wouldn't, but part of the plan is plausible deniability. My idea is to go somewhere super isolated with only people that Jimba and Teabolo have personally vetted. That way we can keep our heads down and keep safe from any covert assassination attempts.
The only real holes in this plan I can think of is the Zabis attacking us openly with bombers or prototype Mobile Suits, but that's way to blunt and obvious a move that they'd never try it.
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>>5422461
If we do that, we'll probably be on the Zabis top priority list to get rid of for as long as we're alive. And we wouldn't get off of it unless we appease them somehow (something I think we should avoid if possible). We don't really know how the Feds will react to what we do, they might send some guys to arrest Jimba and take Teabolo in custody for harboring a terrorist-funder. They might do something worse, or nothing at all.
But this does provide us with an excuse to go to Zeon itself, after we and all of our family was killed off in a tragic 'accident' while on 'vacation.' High risk in doing all of that of course.
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>>5422468
>this does provide us with an excuse to go to Zeon itself, after we and all of our family was killed off in a tragic 'accident' while on 'vacation.'

Perhaps we could just blow up one of Teabolo's vacation houses while we go underground for a few months? If we do that plan, we shouldn't go straight back to Zeon though. Let the dust settle for a while, let people really think we're dead AND THEN go back to Zeon. It would be too risky and obvious to immediately go back right after we fake our deaths.
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>>5422470
It's risky, but it could work. There are lots of things that could go wrong at any moment, but it's a solid plan. If it's the route we go down, we just need to convince the others and maybe even minimize risk while we're at it.
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>>5422474
I think Char would be the easiest to convince, as he's always up for some good old fashioned skullduggery, Jimba and Sayla would probably be harder to convince of the "disappear for a while" part, and I doubt Teabolo would blow up one of his own houses without some incredible talk-no-jutsu.
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>>5422478
Jimba will be easy, just need to drive in the fact that the Zabis want us out in the open to assassinate us, and that they have the resources to find us. With Sayla we have to convince her that this is the only way we can safely keep everyone safe (including Georgi, Elena, and even the refugees as well) and that its the only way to prevent a possible bloodbath. As for Teabolo, we could maybe reach a compromise? We could just 'disappear' in the snow or go missing, with Teabolo himself testifying that we died. Either that or convince him that its too dangerous to trust what the Zabis and/or the Federation would do (even mention that the mercenaries might try something, leaving no loose threads and all that), and that burning down a house is worth it if all of us can stay safe. We're family, after all.
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>>5422448
>>”I think it would be best to leave the villa. Maybe we can hide somewhere for a little while until the attention dies down again.”
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>>5422450
+1
I don't like the idea of leaving the villa, it's way too suspicious. I'm not super fond of it, but I think our best option is to pretend nothing happened, business as usual. If their spies see nothing has changed, they would be less suspicious. This may entail us telling the guards to chill out a bit, hopefully they haven't already tipped off any spies by upping their guard all of a sudden.
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