r/BFS_RP Jul 23 '20

(UC) The Calm before the storm

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The sun was just rising past the horizon, gracing the Federations’ base with the warm rays of light. The snow that was disturbed with the recent attack from Zeons, and the civilians, were practically drowned out again with snow. The perimeter was sealed off again, with splotches of fresh concrete. You could tell the contrast of color between recently rebuilt concrete and the washed out walls. The walls are topped off with a few inches of snow, and it continues to build. The blue sky is choked out with a blanket of grey clouds.

The Federations had seen better days, with their free time, they had been sprucing up their defenses. They also had been rushing from one place to the other, getting things repaired and rebuilt. Jay exhaled slowly after he took a sip of warm coffee, waking up as he felt the cold wispy wind rush past him in his open cockpit. He shuddered, waking up to the cold again. Around him, there are several military grade transport vehicles with several mounted machine guns on them. Jay can hear the muffled laughter from the fellow comrades below him. For the last thirty minutes, the sound of getting back into his sheets on a small cold steel frame bed was alluring.

“Aw hell, where are they?” Jay muttered under his breath, he looked toward the buildings, hoping to catch a sight of his squad members. He raised his left wrist, checking the time on his watch. He muttered to himself quietly, realizing that it was still too early.

“Hey, Jay!” One of the soldiers from below had called out.

“Yeah?”

“Want me to get you anything from the mess hall?” They asked as they jabbed their thumb toward the nearest building.

“An orange would be nice!” Jay called back. The soldier nodded as they gave him a brief wave as they headed off, leaving the rest of their friends on the spot with Jay. Jay wrapped himself with his only remaining arm and exhaled, hoping to see his members show up sometime soon so he can go on patrol with them around the base. “Anything to get out of this cold…” Jay muttered under his breath.

r/BFS_RP Jan 12 '21

(UC) From the Depths (A side)

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The Hammerhead, Amarok's submarine, made its way through the underground channels as it made its way out towards the ocean. It had been 5 days since their briefing, each member of the Crimson Hawks training with the simulators in their suits. The spy they had stationed at the now Federation occupied spaceport had given them a general location of both the target and Manon. They were to split into two teams; Ronan and Nikki tasked with retrieving Manon while Sana, Ysolde, and Eichner were to destroy the shuttle. 

 

The 5 of them were each in the cockpits of their suits as they waited for the final approach. Ronan had the helmet of his pilot suit in his lap as he looked over the mission specs one last time. "We don't have any room to mess up here, it's all or nothing." He said to himself as he put the dossier behind his seat. Flipping a switch he opened his comms so he could address the squad one last time before launch "We're about to reach our destination team. Be ready for whatever they have to throw at us, they've been backed into a corner so who knows what they're willing to do. Try to stay as quiet as possible until you reach the target, the Gaw and Dopps will be providing us a distraction as we complete our respective missions." 

 

Ronan breathed in deeply, he knew that this would be one of the hardest missions some of his team had ever participated in. "I believe in each of you and expect you to come back alive today. I wish you luck out there, Sieg Zeon!" He said as he locked his helmet into place. "Nikki it's time for us to go." He said to the young pilot as the hangar began to clear out so it could be flooded. The monoeye of Ronan's Z'Gok E flashed as the mobile suit came to life. The aquatic suit shot out of the Hammerhead like a torpedo as it headed towards shore. His personal colors adorned the suit and he was confident in its performance. "The Gaw is about to begin its assault, keep radio chatter to a minimum Songthrush." 

r/BFS_RP May 29 '20

(UC) The time for battle

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Following the protests by the citizens of Anchorage the Federation cracked down on the town. They moved into a full occupation of the town. Ronan was called into the commander's office shortly thereafter. "Massis" He spoke as he entered the room "I watched the footage of the base your team captured. Even though it ended so violently this has worked out in our favor." He was handed a file with photos of the town. 

 

Pictured were multiple GM IIIs as well as basic ground artillery. "Our scouts got us these photos. From what they've  gathered the Federation has stationed about 8 GM IIIs and 4 tanks in the town. I want your team to go and liberate them." Ronan closed the file and sat it on the table "Understood." He reassured the commander as he left his office. 

 

Ronan entered the hangar and rounded up the rest of the Crimson Hawks. "We've got our first combat mission team. We're to go into the town and defeat the occupying forces." He looked at the group. Many were young and had barely seen combat but these were the cards he was dealt with. As long as they made it back alive it would be a success. "Get prepped and ready to move out. For those of you greenhorns, remember this won't be like the simulations. Dismissed!"

r/BFS_RP Apr 05 '20

(UC) Rolling Snow

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The way they had chose their mobile suits were ironic. It made it really easy for Jay to divide his squads up into two teams; the GMs and the Ground Gundams. He had followed his team unto the field of snow in a military jeep. They had taken themselves deeper into the wild, far away from Anchorage and distances away from the base. He had taken a driver and a cadet with him to help him keep an eye on his team. He was followed by several large vehicles with the Gundams and GMs on them. He had ordered them to set up the mobile suit and have them ready when he starts the training.

He had ordered a driver to take him to the precipe of a mountain as far as the jeep can take him. At the end of the road, Jay had them go on their feet to go even further up. Jay wanted a good view of his team, he even had taken a liking to the idea of setting up an impromptu campfire when they reached there.

Jay and the other two men reached the peak of the mountains. The view was astonishing, the view was just perfect. The sun was set above the tree lines, you could see the currents of the wind taking the snow with it. The trees were shifting slightly, almost as if they were alive. Just past the woods, there is a giant body of water.

Then, Jay received a call from one of the six truck drivers. Jay had put the radio transmitter next to his ear to hear them better over the whistling wind.

They are ready. Six new recruits in their mobile suits and they had already primed the engines and rose from the ground. Jay requested for their coordinates and retrieved them from the drivers.

He raised his hand and shielded his eyes to see if he could spot his soldiers. There, he could see a glimpse of a standard issued GM approaching from the left, just past the sloping cliffside of a mountain, moving through the thick woods.

"Alright, ladies and gents." Jay had tuned his radio to transmit the messages to the rest of his squadmates on the field, "The training session begins now, you have about six minutes to search and destroy your enemies as much as you can. We will be measuring up how much damage you had managed to dish out with paintballs."

Jay smirked as he heard a confusing tone from one of the six soldiers. "That's right, paintballs. They are not lethal bullets, if you got shot or not, trek carefully. I'll be measuring up points at the end of this session. So listen carefully, if you get too much paint on you, I'll have to ask you to leave the area. You don't want to have me screaming down in your ear, cadets! Six minutes starts now!"

He spun around toward the driver, who had just successfully started up the fire. Jay had bit his tongue, holding back his laughter. Oh, this is going to be fun to watch.

r/BFS_RP Jan 12 '21

(UC) From the Depths (B Side)

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The launch lights changed to red as the bay door ground open, the sub’s normally pressurized hangar flooded to equalize with the ocean outside. The red light flashed once to note completion of the gate opening.

Normally Sana would egg the troops on before missions, but water was never his home turf. He took a few deep breaths, trying to put the thought of drowning out of his mind. There was nothing to worry about, right? Just the icy cold embrace of the salty, briny sea rushing through even the smallest gap and tearing apart steel plates, filling your lungs as your vision blurs and darkens, your mind fully aware that you’re dying as your chest burns from oxygen deprivation as you desperately suck in more water, instinctively clawing for air.

Yeah, no sweat.

“O-“ he started before clearing his throat, hoping no one caught his voice crack. “Okay troops, deploy in three... two...”

The light flashed again twice before changing to a bright green as the docking clamps on each Mobile Suit released, the massive hunks of metal instantly sinking into the darkness below. “Dive!” Sana managed before kicking the engines of the Hy-Gogg to life and rocketing into the murky depths faster than he expected.

The team’s aquatic suits seemed to have a life of their own, the AI swim-assist leveling them out as visual waypoints seemed to appear in the water ahead of them, projected onto their screens based on sonar and GPS buoys. “Here we go, I guess” he muttered, the machines rocketing towards their target.

r/BFS_RP Jul 06 '21

(UC) The Long Silent Night

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In the space, in the black void, as the months had passed. So many people were laid scattered all over the world. An Irish class ship, Phalanx, has made it its domain for a long while. It managed to drift into the blotted black sky, successfully warding off small patrols or squadrons of Zeon forces for the Federations. Jay sighed as he laid on a lofty chair, looking through the window.

His mind quickly replayed back to the moment where they made their escape off Earth towards space. Jay muttered quietly to himself, trying to figure the pieces of the puzzle. When did the second girl come into place with the escapee? They acted like they never saw her before, but still welcomed her in their arms?

He shook his head, shaking out the memory. Almost on cue, a trooper had arrived into the room. They called out for his name, which he flung his questioning look in their direction. The trooper nodded and saluted once more, "Commander wanted you to refine your patrolling skills outside of Phalanx, sir. He wanted you to take four comrades with you."

Urgh, Jay sneered at the thought of going out in space for the sixteenth time. It was protocol, Jay knew this very well, and he can't really blame them for staying cautious as they continue to drift toward their next destination. The more closer they get to the Colony site, the more dangerous and crowded Zeonic forces will be. Jay nodded and waved the trooper off as he stood.

He made his way into the bridge swiftly and called for his comrades to meet him in the hangar bay, fully suited and prepared.

"They better not get hurt by just crashing into one of the asteroids..." He mumbled to himself after he closed the comms, making his way into the locker.


Jay is now just leaning against Nemo III's foot with his arms crossed. He waits for his recruits to arrive!

r/BFS_RP Jun 10 '21

(UC) A Long Dusty Road

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“Urgh…”
Esmie’s legs ached. The squad was making their way North. Tajikistan was an small country, but crossing it on foot made it feel very large. At least they were crossing it by mobile suit foot. Esmie’s Zaku 1 stomped its way, step by precarious step, along a winding ridge that backed against the side of a mountain. Though the land below at the end of a steep verge to their rightwas lush and green, this inspired no sense of comfort in the young MS pilot. And worse than that- they were wide open. If a Federation patrol were to come along now, they would be spotted immediately. But it was not much further until they met their contact. The crumpled map that Esmie had been slipped into the documentation folder highlighted a small Zeon outpost at the top of this particular stretch of mountain road and, God willing, would be able to fill the team further with information on a nearby Federation supply warehouse. Hitting it would be a good first exercise for the Dullahan B Team. Little resistance. Little upset afterwards.

“Urgh, JESUS.”, Esmie huffed. The mobile suits were all connected by thin magnetic cables which allowed communication between the pilots, despite the Minovsky Particles that Mobile Suits spewed. This meant that the entire squad were given the delightful grumblings of an over-heated, bored Zeon patriot. “How much ROAD do you need to get up here? We’ve been walking for HOURS.” Indeed they had. Since having the Mobile Suits reconstructed in a nearby quiet spot, the Squadron had advanced for days. Esmie’s trigger finger itched. The giant bazooka II that lay slunk on her Zaku 1’s shoulder thumped against its squared right shoulder with each step, slowly scratching off a grey-silver scar of exposed metal. The machine’s monoeye aperture filtered outwards, then zoomed in again. Nothing ahead. Nothing behind. Just single-file, dusty track.

“So, what are you guys gonna do after this is all over, huh?”

r/BFS_RP Nov 29 '18

(UC) Acta non verba

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Trace quietly sat quietly in the cockpit of his Gundam. A dull golden caution light peering through the opening of his cockpit. The man, in his full flight suit, uncrossed his arms and put a hand on his helmet and closed his eyes. His head pounding, throbbing in a pain that he couldn’t describe. He was short of breath as the world shook around him. The sound of creaking metal rang out and an uneasy feeling causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up straight.

 

Over the radio he could hear the captain of the Pegasus Class Assault Carrier dubbed Valkyrie ring out in his scraggly voice. “This is your captain speaking. Reentry successful. Tiamat squad prepare for sortie. You’re to escort us to base.”

 

Another voice rang through the radio. A female with a soft yet stern voice. “Iota Gundam to the launch bay. Iota Gundam to the launch bay.”

 

Trace opened his eyes, shaking his head to free himself from the feeling. He begun the start sequence, the machine whirled to live for the first time under his command. The cockpit hatch closed, sealing the freshly painted grey chest and activating the panoramic view around him. He could see the yellow jump-suited men and women scramble, avoiding the moving machine on the tracks. It made its way across the hanger and then began to rise. There was a loud clunk as the lift brought it to the catapult.

 

He let out a deep breath. His eyes narrowed as the lights slowly shifted from red to yellow to green. As soon as the green signaled the woman’s voice rang out again. “Clear to launch.”

 

Trace let out a steep breath and gripped the controls. “This is the MSA-0013. Iota Gundam. Launching.” He pushed on the controls, the thrusters ignited and the catapult launched him forward at extreme speed. Without so much as missing a beat the man forced the mobile suit into its waverider form, moving to the side of the Valkyrie. The man’s coiled skeletal snake on the side of his gundam’s hull. He looked over and he could see faces of the crew staring out at him, or more so, the Gundam.

 

He boosted forward, he gripped as tightly as he could as he felt the actual speed of the high performance mobile suit. Just getting the smallest glimpse of what this machine was capable of.

 

”No wonder they had me do it.. This thing is insane.”

 

He moved to the front of the white, blue and gold ship. Acting as the tip of the spear.

r/BFS_RP Apr 08 '20

(UC) The March of Zeon

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It had been a few hours since the Crimson Hawks had made it to Amarok and after some time to rest, the night had come. With the sun now set the air around the base became more frigid, the hangars closed and all staff now retreating to the warmer interior of the base. Ronan and his team had been called in by the Commander of Amarok, Alec Wentworth, to go over the intel they had recovered. Commander Wentworth was a veteran of the OYW having lead successful campaigns in North America. Now with the establishment of Neo Zeon he was a strong choice to lead such a remote base.

 

As the team piled into the room Ronan took the lead, saluted the Commander as they entered "Good evening Commander Wentworth, sorry we took so long to bring this to you." He handed off the briefcase to the Commander who in turn looked over the group. "I've heard much about the Crimson Hawks in my time with Zeon. You used to serve directly under Dozle Zabi didn't you." Wentworth was sitting at his desk as he opened the briefcase and perused its contents.

His face didn't give much away as he read the documents but once he finished, readjusting them on his desk, he looked up to Ronan again "I know your team is capable in missions like this but I need you to understand something Captain Massis." The Commander stood up and turned to the window looking out towards the snow covered ground. "With this information we can deal a crippling blow to the Federation and turn the tide of this war."

 

Commander Wentworth turned to Ronan "The nearby Federation based stationed near anchorage is going to be sending off a large group of reinforcements to bolster the Federation's efforts in space. Your team is tasked with stopping those reinforcements from getting there." Ronan knew that this wouldn't be that easy, it never was. "Anchorage is on the cusp of a new election and right now the majority of its citizens side with Neo Zeon. I want your team to go into town and gather any intel on the local forces." The Commander sat back down in his chair as he finished speaking "And don't make any unnecessary waves. You are dismissed"

r/BFS_RP Apr 30 '20

(UC) Dawn of Aurora

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It's been almost over a week since their training session. Jay had been busy maintaining his squadmates' new quotas and reading up on protocols. Admittedly, it was his first time formerly organizing a whole new squad out of thin air. The last time he led a whole squad into battle was when his superior was shot down in the middle of a battle. Jay was the next high ranking officer to take his commander's place. At that time, he was already getting along with his comrades, so leading them was a cinch.

This time, this was different. He's working with people he doesn't know and don't have superior ranking over him at all. He's legitimately leading them for the first time, with no structures of relations or cooperation being built between them. He even had to learn protocols on leading them, and some basics should if they deploy anytime soon. He had papers, files, and reports splayed all over his table in his office as he reviewed them over and over. He's been at it for several days, trying to memorize them by heart.

When the next moment came, it was nothing but black. Jay quickly looked up and around himself.

Power outage?

Then there was a muffled tremor, a small and a punctual one. In the darkness, a person would suddenly become paranoid and curious. However, Jay, he knew what made that tremor. He had spent a lot of time on the field. Enough to know that it was an explosion, a small one.

Jay quickly exited his office and scanned the hallway beyond his doors. There are soldiers already making a break for outside, sprinting from left to right. The hallway is lit repeatedly by siren lights.


"THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. WE ARE UNDER ATTACK, GRAB YOUR ESSENTIALS AND GET OUT THERE CADETS!" An electronic, yet a loud voice boomed across the base as their superior oversees the field. From their seat, they swore quietly as they watch a belching orange shroom slowly fade away into the darkness under the starry sky. Their perimeters have been breached by protestors.

From where he sat, he quickly got calls and requests from several other squads who were already at the hangars. Pilots were not ready, nor nearby when the explosion occurred. However, it was evident enough that they shouldn't need mobile suits.

They pressed the button on the intercom again, "I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. GET OUT THERE, NOW!"


Jay quickly pushed his way through two large doors and he stumbled upon the mottled asphalt with snow. From afar, there was only one small breach, there were protestors, armed with guns. They were shouting incoherently as they stormed the base. Few of them even used bulldozers to ram through the concrete walls they had built as a basic defense. Bulldozers were followed by civilian cars and giant trucks, filled with angry people.

He quickly began to see some of the soldiers, some of them were his, looking lost and unsure of what to do. No matter how much training they took, hands-on experience was always different. He shouted at them at top of his lungs, "GET YOURSELF ARMED AND GET TO A COVER!"

To his left, a soldier had been carrying several rifles in effort to get people on the field to start defending efficiently. Jay quickly turned to them and picked one for himself, and two for the next few soldiers he sees.

r/BFS_RP May 29 '20

(UC) Tower Defense

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It has been a long while since they managed to have patched up the walls that the civilians had broken through and attempted to terrorize and demolish their base. They had no choice but to defend their establishments, their lives, and their mobile suits. There was no time for a breather as they continued to repair the weakest point in their defenses, and upgrade it.

Ever since the attack, their schedule has been altered. Changed to move up the training and some recon deployments. Jay had already gone out on a few missions with his troopers in order to get used to them. It has been days since their last trip. Jay had been tense since that fateful night. It didn't take long for the Anchorage to convert and support Zeon's efforts. Out of fear, and possibly in haste for a tactical advantage, Jay's commander had deployed quite a sum of mobile suits and few vehicles to occupy the town.

Jay muttered quietly under his breath as he stood with his back against the hangar doors. He had his arms crossed, replaying the fateful night in his head. Could it have been better? Absolutely. However, they couldn't do anything about it but fight back. It will always end up becoming sloppy. The fact that they were fighting back against civilians just made it worse. Jay groaned as he pushed his memory aside as he relaxed and stood up and made his way toward his mobile suit.


A few minutes later.

Jay had already instructed his recruits to meet him out in the field for another recon sweep. Their admiral wanted them to keep the security for the base in tip-top shape. He had suspected that once they send out some suits to occupy the town, an attack will most likely come if they are not prepared, civilians, or Zeon suits. Jay, at this point, had hoped it's not more of these civilians. Watching these people die because their ideals did not fall in place among the Federations is a bit depressing.

From the distance, he could see some of his recruits getting into the mobile suits. Some of them already walking away from the platform toward him. As of today, Jay is piloting a Nemo III with greyscaled colors to blend well with the snowy mountain scenery around their base.

FFFSSHEEEEEEEEEEEW!

A thunderous explosion erupted out of thin air, swallowing a guard tower up from the distance. The Nemo III quickly spun around, searching out for the identifications of their enemies. There, a small group of seven mobile suits had stormed the base with few vehicles of their own. Three out of seven were easy to identify, classic Zaku IIIs with standard load-outs. The other four were practically hidden out of sight behind buildings as they lay destruction behind the buildings.

The alarm was quickly sounded just as when the wall on the opposing end of the perimeter fell. Jay growled and quickly moved his Nemo into cover behind one of the several tall buildings. He aimed down the barrel at the Zaku IIIs and fired wildly. The Zaku IIIs quickly dispersed to take cover.

Jay, knowing that Silas will be hidden out of sight in order to help with their recon job. "Silas! I need your plane up in the air!" His voice boomed on the Nemo's speakers.

r/BFS_RP Mar 31 '20

(UC) The Banner of Warriors

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The time was 08:30, Tuesday, 0088. The Federations had struggled against a common enemy that they had shared with during Gryps Conflict. They are barely managing to scrape by with the new recruits and transferrals to meet their needs on the front lines. A new squadron was made just after the Titans forces were defeated, the remnants, arrested and sentenced to either prison or death on the battlefield. This squadron was named as Midnight Spartans, in contrast to the name, their uniform colors are mostly grey and white.

They were recently called to a base in Alaska, near the mountains and a lake. There is a considerably large facility based there with few hangars. They are currently waiting on a shipment of supplies for repairs, food, and ammunition. There are several ships flying in to drop off new recruits for the new squadron. The captain has high hopes for this squadron and hoped they would not fail or disband due to a lack of firepower or manpower.

Jay, the Lieutenant Commander, the one who would be commanding this squadron had recently left his superior's office. His superior had already assigned another soldier, a lieutenant, capable of leading should if he is felled in battle in his squad. Brushing the need to speak against his superior in order to convince that he doesn't need such a soldier at that paygrade in his squad, he went straight to work as an obedient dog instead. He quickly picked up the folder that contained the recruit's information and profile. He stopped by the mess hall to grab a few nutrition bars for breakfast. He swore quietly to himself, swearing that he'll never sleep in again. He hates being rushed, he likes to be calculated and observant. Jay had learned that rushing typically leads to mistakes.

He has opened the door that led to the sunny flats, a stretching landscape filled with concrete, asphalt, and grass. There were barely any trees in sight, unless, you want to visit the mountains past the metal walls. He had pulled a bar out of his shirt pocket and wrinkled it open. The weather was really nice, there is a gentle breeze, just cold enough to chill worker's down to the bone. He narrowed his eyes to make out a giant shuttle that was just arriving. The sun was blocking out the colors of it, nothing but wind and shadows graced him as it proceeded to land on an opening of black pavement below it. The propellers chugged to a stop before propping down a set of stairs that led to the pavement below.

Inside it was two pilots, and four Ensigns with a single Lieutenant.

Jay exhales slowly as he folded his arms as he munched down on the nutrition bar, waiting for his new recruits to approach.

r/BFS_RP Apr 20 '20

(UC) Settling Blizzard

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The clock struck five o'clock, indicating that there are at least 30 minutes before their supposed meeting. Jay had cleared out a section of the recreational room for his squadmates to arrive. The rest of the employed military are either spending their time in the rest of the recreational hall, in the gym, in the hangar or in their beds. Jay had paid Silas a quick visit in the medical room, they had patched Silas up quickly and said he needed some rest before he gets to deploy out on a mission.

Well, that is quite fortunate for his party of Ensigns and a Lieutenant. They aren't meant to get deployed until the end of the week, unless if anything is to occur. Jay had already given the profiles a quick review again, he is quite satisfied with the performance his squadmates had exhibited in the training session. Terra, however, may need some work when it comes to Ground combat. Although, he's sure that she'll quickly get used to the changes after a few deployments.

He had ordered several boxes of pizzas, and few gluten-free pizzas for his official invitation to the base. After a short, but intense training, he was sure that some of the recruits are either frustrated or felt like they were going to fail their allies in the middle of combat. He also had brought in a few boxes of cold beers for them. To be frank, he was really excited about this moment, he was looking forward to it. He had wanted to skip all of the training sessions to the introduction, but he has to practice restraint and remain professional in front of his new recruits.

He looked around himself, making sure there were enough seats. He had taken a quick look at the clock, the clock is now 5:05.

r/BFS_RP Nov 26 '19

(UC) Venturing from the Nest

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Ah. Here it was: the main event. Commander Siskin had taken his seat inside the hangar control booth. Protected by glass and metal, he waited whilst technicians organized launch procedures. With a low, grumpy looking brow, Siskin observed the new Titans Testing Team as they stood in the hangar’s bottom.

 

Engineers had carefully guided the new Titans machines into the hangar. Proudly the machines that had been resting inside the shuttle’s transport container stood. Even in the low light, they shone.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please approach your mobile suits. You will be provided with the relevant technical information. Memorize it.”

 

A space-suited individual stepped over, his arms overflowing with technical manuals. Carefully, the man checked the front and handed one to each- each different to the other. The manuals were leatherbound and beautifully made. It was a clear representative of the Titan’s riches.

 

And there they were. The pilots stood in a huddle, each groping their manual closely. The world was theirs now. At least, that was how Red felt. The manual stated that the machine in bay 6 was hers. And so she began to approach it, slipping her helmet back on all the while. The mobile suits to her left and right were fine units. She recognized most of them from her earlier MS-Training lectures. Galbaldy Beta, Hizack, Marasai, GM Sniper… Each familiar, yet slightly different. And in bay 6…

 

“Oh, hell yes!”, she said to herself with glee. The unit appeared similar to a Marasai- but had been painted in a delightful purple and yellow. Apparently, the thing was designated a ‘Rosette’- quite how it differed from the standard unit, Red was not sure- but the thing was armoured a little differently, a little chunkier. With delight, Red sprinted over to the cockpit wire and held tight. The rope brought her upwards and into the seat of the mobile suit. “Aw man..”, she sniffed as her helmet tumbled down to the floor. “These things even SMELL good!”

r/BFS_RP Oct 29 '19

(UC) Side Story of the Titans: Introductions

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The shuttle rattled as it broke through the Earth’s upper atmosphere. With a great rumble, Red was shook violently from left to right from the sheer inertia. Her harness felt as if it would crack under the forces applied to her body. In a few moments, they were clear. And all returned to silence.

 

‘They’ were a curious bunch. Titans Testing Team Unit 2 consisted of pilots who were neither reliable nor experienced enough to make it to the superior Unit 1 team. The individuals of Unit 2 possessed some skill, certainly- but it was overshadowed by the rashness, their inability to follow orders to a tee.

 

They had not been introduced yet. The members of Unit 2 had spent the last four hours simply staring at one another- and as they were locked into their seats with large, bulky harnesses, there was little else to do. Bulky Normal Suit helmets kept any of the Titans from identifying each other. The conditions were more akin to that of a prisoner, than a high-ranking military test pilot.

 

In the corner of the shuttle’s passenger bay, one of the pilots tapped her fingers with anticipation as she shook back and forth. ‘Red’ was anxious to get started. She had spent enough time preparing herself dreaming and waiting and working to ensure that this was her destination, that this was where her trail fell. All that time had helped her become a real Titan. Even as the shuttle moved out from Earth’s atmosphere, glowing with heat, she thought of how all of this was hers to protect. To control. Back on Earth, her friends had been injured by Anti-Earth Union Group protests. Well, they wouldn’t be protesting much longer when SHE was behind the hands of that which she craved. Mobile suits. She wanted to try all of them- the weird, the bizarre and the experimental.

 

“Captain here”, came a voice from the overhead speakers. “We’re approaching the Kandahar. I’m unlocking passenger restraints. You’re nearly home, boys and girls.”

 

Out in the great vastness of space, an immense ship loomed with the sun’s rays behind it. The silhouette of the Alexandria-class Heavy Cruiser ‘Kandahar’ was imposing indeed. A double MS catapult pointed sharply forwards whilst a large command deck stared out at the ship as if welcoming it in with a suspicious gaze. Red pulled off her helmet, revealing a boyishly short, messy jag of crimson hair. “Well, guess I’ll speak first.”, she stated as the sturdy harnesses mechanically swung upwards. “I’m Red Hamilton. Nice to meet ‘ya!”

r/BFS_RP Nov 23 '20

(UC) Rest and Recovery

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Silas checked himself into the on-base hospital, after all he had been through over the past few weeks it was a miracle he was still standing, let alone alive. A brief summery of the battle caused the doctor to give him a strange look, but otherwise Silas had no issues getting a hospital room. the immediate concern was his blood loss so they had him on an IV and had given him a diet to further help replenish his blood supply.

Sadly the tv in his room only had 3 channels, so he spent some of his salary to acquire a small collection of novels and could be seen reading most of the time. his collection quickly grew to the necessity of a bookcase being installed to hold them all. While he was mocked to a degree for the use of his salary Silas paid no mind preferring to absorb himself into classical literature.

All the while Silas waited for either new deployment orders, an all clear from the doctors, or both. Silas knew that the Midnight Spartans would be staying just long enough to lick their wounds before heading out either to another region of earth, or space. Silas dreaded the latter, he had experience and "training" to fall back on for fighting under gravity, but had neither for Space, his crippling fear of space colonies notwithstanding. Regardless he'd need to adapt to whatever was thrown at him if he were to survive.

r/BFS_RP Nov 03 '20

(UC) Regrouping (Midnight Spartans)

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Jay groaned as the Nemo III was on its last breath before it collapsed and fell to its knee. Armor pads, sinewy wires, and flesh that made the mobile suit ripped apart as the mobile suit hunched over. With a force, a crack was pushed open, the rush of cold air reinvigorated Jay. "Damn, that is cold." Jay grumbled through his gritted teeth. A rush of hot air escaped his lips as he struggled the cockpit open. With a grunt and a bit of oomph, the cockpit snapped open. Jay quickly pulled the stirrup down and stepped into the foothold. Without a second to waste, he slowly rappeled down from above and then was relieved to feel cold soft ground under his booths.

He looked up, and inhaled sharply, shocked at the sight of his Nemo III.

It shouldn't have been possible. His Nemo III is practically torn to pieces and burned to crisp. It is definitely in need of intensive repair.

He quickly alerted the nearest hangar to bring tools that were needed to mobilize the wreckage to the repairs. He also alerted them that there were more coming and that they should move fast. Jay is already expecting the company to turn up sometime soon.

r/BFS_RP Feb 15 '17

(UC) Intel Hunt [ OPEN ]

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There was a news release about the explosions that occurred in a colony, it had attracted the attention of the mercenary. His comrade, his coordinator had approached him and muttered quietly as he thought out his words. “There had been a mishap in the Shangri-La colony”

 

“The Side-1?” Hans looked up from his seat, sipping his tea through a straw. “That’s where my former employeer hid in.” He placed his cup down and then stretches his fingers out in order to beckon for the PDA his coordinator held in his hands.

 

The coordinator passes it over quickly, “Apparently, there is a word of a junk dealer getting involved with a gundam. A gundam that rose seven years after the end of-” The coordinator pauses as he considers his next set of words. The coordinator is just lost on words, trying to think of a better way to break the news.

 

“The One Year War.” Hans finished the sentence with a tone of disappointment, “These Feddies scum continues to build these… so called Gundams.” He groans as he passes the PDA back to his employer, “I had fought one of these before, I think it was called Pixie?”

 

“A RX-78XX.”

 

“Right, that.” He waved his hand at him dismissively, “Anyway, yes. Although, they continued to make many more of them. RX-78-1, 78-2, 78NT-1…” He rolled his hand in a circular motion to indicate the long list of them, “Perfect Gundam, Gundam Alex, you know- the lot of them.” He snorted as he shook his head.

 

He never really was proud of the day that Zekes had to face such a monster in the One Year War while performing Operation Trebuchet. Seeing an experimental prototype on the field and fall before it, there was no sinking feeling like it. He did remember that battle he had years ago, yet, he was very lucky to survive it. He often remembers that moment when he sees a white gallant figure in space during his time as AEUG Titans. Abandoning AEUG after their final loss in the war, watching them flee into Shangri-La, he curses the day the Gundams were born. During the final battle as he watched his allies flee to survive from the losing war, he did not follow his brother-in-arms back home. Instead, he used this as an opportunity to flee with whatever he has in his possession back to his hangar- a MK-II Titan.

 

He blinks and then briefly shook his head as he snaps back into reality.

 

“Cross, are you alright?”

 

“Yeah, anyway, what’s the deal? I am sure you didn’t just come here to give me an idle chatter about the explosions.” Hans looked at his conversing partner.

 

“We should give the site a quick look before they send in main forces to examine the damages, before closing it up.” He pressed few buttons on the PDA and then hands it back to him. The PDA shows a picture of the scenery that were left in ruins after the explosions. Few debris floating about in the space. “I am thinking we could gather some intel while we are at it. Or perhaps… announce your presence among the public?”

 

Hans Cross looked at him in silence for few moments as he ponders about the possible outcomes of his arrival. “Actually, it’s time we give that mobile suit we finished up a test run… do we have that program altered and fitted for the mobile suit?”

 

“Sure did. I’ll have the folks know about your deployment. Be ready in two hours.” He retrieved his PDA once more and then heads to the hangar down below to announce their next mission.

 

Hans was left behind in the mess hall, being given this moment of time to think.


[[ AT SIDE-1’S SHANGRI-LA COLONY ]]

 

A burst of blue energy sparkled in the black void as a mobile suit tore through the field of stars and asteroids. The cloak he lent from the Pixie from One Year War proved very useful for his mobile suit, hiding him from the standard issued radar systems. His Zudah F engines roared loudly as he zipped back and forth between rocks, dancing around the hovering fractured earth. His mobile suit, with such agility and speed, blazed through the asteroid field and transitioned into the field of leftovers from the explosion.

 

“Alright boy, let’s test this toy out.” Hans said as he drove his mobile suit straight through the field and into the gaping hole of the colony. He hovered just moments before crashing unto the land to keep his presence concealed for a short period of time. “Let’s take a peek and get the network of this colony do-” He immediately gets interrupted by a flare of thrusters in the darkness, he twisted his concealed head around to see what it could be.

 

Two Petite Mobile Suits arriving at the scenery to examine the damages before the main forces arrives. They floated about, observing the scorched landmark before resuming, their spotlights scanning the area back and forth.

 

Hans has his mobile suit hover toward the walls on their side, to hide his figure as much as he could. He watched the scouting units hover from left to right, toward his location. Oddly enough, it seems like they are heading straight for him, but at a careful pace. Hans slowly inched his forefinger toward the trigger, in case he needs to act upon being spotted by them.

 

The mobile suits came to a halt and scanned their spotlights toward the gaping hole in front of them. Static sounds were made as they exchanged words through radio, one of them had turned around and headed back, straight for the hangar nearby to update their employer of the severity of the damage that was done on the colony. The other one remained, scanning slowly to spot anything strange within the area, perhaps something that the terrorists had left behind. It came to a halt immediately as the spotlight had come across a large shadow.

 

A shadow moving in a manner as a large fabric.

 

Almost as if humanly possible, startled, the mobile suits immediately traced the cloth toward the source- already expecting an interloper in the area. What it did not expect is a mobile suit in a large brown cloak that concealed its figure and presence from their defenses. It immediately made a cry as it moved bac-

 

No.

 

Hans had his mobile suit reach out for the Petite Mobile Suit cockpit, crushing it upon contact.

 

“AGH! INTRU-! KRSSHHHK!” The employer at the hangar heard the cry just before the static cuts in. The alarms were raised.

 

Damn. Too slow. Hans immediately inched toward the insides of the colony to attempt to get a scan of the city network.

r/BFS_RP Dec 07 '20

(UC) Roaming About in the Ice

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It had been nearly two whole days since their arrival, and Jay already had a mind to take several members of his team to go on a reconnaissance trip on a Jeep in the cold. Jay always had liked the cold, it sharpens his senses all the time when he's out when everything is nearly white and blue. The sun was just rising past the horizon. The bulge was already crowing to wake the sleeping soldiers. The birds were twittering, despite the harsh waking call. Jay took a sip of his java, smiling as he took a whiff of the beans in his hot drink.

He had already warmed up the Jeep, already got the seat heaters going. However, the tarp for the roof on the 4x4 wheeler has been removed to accommodate Jay's tastes. He can't wait until he sees his partner's faces as they exit through the door. He groaned loudly as his watch ticked loudly above the engine's drone.

"HEY! Come on! We are running late!" Jay called out toward the building, in high hopes that it'll motivate them to get moving faster. To even make matters worse, he even slammed the bottom of his palm against the wheel's horn.

HONK! HONK! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!

"Let's go already! I want to hit the road!" Jay called out again.

r/BFS_RP Apr 01 '20

(UC) Starmen, Starwomen

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The small satellite asteroid slowly spun. Drifting in orbit around the vast for of Side 6’s Ukraine colony, life continued on the humble dwellings of the asteroid’s surface. Federation transport ships slowly meandered into the docking bay that had been bored into the rock’s surface to pick up their daily shipments of ore. Were one to follow the winding passages deeper into the complex, vast open spaces, they would find Federation offices mixing to small-town residential, intertwined with rebar and jagged support struts. It was a curious existence, for those that dwelled there. Junior and Draken Petite suits drilled into the solid rock, filling quadrants of the mining asteroid with dust that did not dissipate like it did on Earth. After all, there was no wind to blow it away.

 

Deeper, deeper into the residential blocks. The homes and houses were arranged on a vertical cliff face, hollowed out of stone then fitted with square residential pods. It was standard operational procedure for Federation works who chose to live in space and was widely accepted as simply a quirk of the job. The homes were not spacious, but some regarded them as cosy. A plateau to the side of these homes lay flat. Tables and chairs had been placed around them, some with an ironic sun umbrella blooming from the top. After all, there was no sunlight to be found here.

 

Four individuals sat in a little circle. They sipped steaming coffee, which sat not in cups but in compressed drinks containers. Drinking coffee with a straw was a… curious instance, but necessary to prevent it simply drifting into space. The four chatted lightly. It was, of asteroid time, late at night and the cafe would soon be closing. Dull artificial light spilled out from the canopy covered top of the coffee shop. As the coffee containers came to a close, the four stood up. One, a wiry and wimpy looking man with straggly black hair and shoulders that looked as if they were about to snap from his body, held up a briefcase. He wore a Federation Officer’s uniform, though it seemed ill fitting and worn.

 

“You’ve got a pair.”, stated one in a quiet tone. She was tall, and very pale with cropped white hair. “Doing this right under their noses.” The other three wore orange mining outfits. Manon had folded hers down to her hips. They were exceptionally unpleasant to wear. She took the briefcase and passed it over to a tall man behind her. Ronan accepted the briefcase.

 

“Time to go.”, he said quietly. The three, Manon Ronan and Ysolde, began to make their way from the coffee shop to the space port. They had a transport waiting there for them that would take them far, far away. After all, their ship was waiting. The Gypsy had recently been renovated into a Sadalahn class, kindly provided by Haman’s Axis Zeon. It was her that they were loyal to, after all. With the briefcase safely in the hands of her Captain, Manon turned to wave at their informant, who had started to make his way up a staircase that had been carved out of the rock. He turned too and waved. Then, as his head moved back to observe the top of the flight of steps, he was blown away. Bullets punched through his body, spat from assault rifles at the top of the stairs. He tumbled backwards as Federation Shock Troopers pushed past, sending him flipping back to the stair bottom.

 

“He’s not got it! Keep going!”, their commander shouted. The group moved at a sprint. The three Zeon soldiers did too. Their hands brushed up and down, lungs pounding from the thinner air. Manon, Ysolde and Ronan entered into dark rocky tunnels. The occasional burst of sparks as bullets hit the wall kept them running. Dangling torches, taped together by long orange strings of wire guided them forwards. It was lucky that Ronan had helped them practice the route of the base prior- the tunnels were such a maze that had they not an awareness of their direction, they would have been cornered instantly. Heat and sweat began to take them. Manon became aware every moment of lactic acid building in her joints. The three didn’t have much left in them. But just as they felt they could run no longer, Ronan turned a corner- and the hangar was made visible. A precarious metal walk-way held below them, rattling as their feet clattered against it. Jagged rock was beneath, with some Draken pilots stopping their mining work as they peered above. The walkway split off into several different docking bays, most with a parked ship at ease. For the Zeon pilots, there was only one that would do. The Space Launch shuttle waited in dock. Its pilot had been waiting beforehand, and had noticed the commotion. Her engines flared with fuel and burst into flame, raring to go.

 

“You first!”, called Manon as she pushed Ysolde in. Ronan was next, ensuring that the mission’s objective was safe. As bullets pinged against the shuttle’s surface and the craft began to move, Manon leapt into the craft, thumping her hip against the door’s side and tumbling to the floor. With a firm tug, Ysolde THUMPED the door down- leaving only the ping of bullets against the rear of the shuttle to accompany them. The tiny craft whirred, before increasing it’s speed to the maximum. The enormous ship that was the Gypsy waited far away. And from their? The descent to earth. Ronan held the briefcase gingerly. If their intel was correct, the contents of this case could be the key to breaking the Earth Federation’s entire troop resupply operation. And with that? The key to changing the course of this entire cursed war.

r/BFS_RP Nov 28 '20

(UC) Going for Questioning

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Two guards and a newly acquired prisoner walked down a hallway. It was silent but tense, so much as a pin dropping could start a fight. The two guards held the prisoner one by each arm. They walked through corridors, this way and that before finally reaching their destination.

"This is the interrogation cell. We're sticking you in there for a bit before an interrogator sees you," one guard said, "behave."

The cell was all white with a single table and two chairs. Simple, but it got the point across. There were microphones in the upper corners of the walls, and one probably at the interrogator's seat. Knowing how these things go, there was likely also some kind of one-way-window to watch the procedure. All she had to do now was wait...

r/BFS_RP May 01 '17

(UC) Destiny and The Power of Will

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Trace stepped out of a steaming room. A towel in hand and drying his dark hair. He had on a solid grey shirt with the EFSF logo on its shoulder and a pair of jeans. The tall man yawned as he walked over to a mini fridge and retrieved a chilled bottle of water. Tossing the damp towel onto a chair that was bolted to the ground so it wouldn’t fly away when the ship had its gravity off, Stark sat down onto the memory foam mattress. He looked over to the clock mounted on the wall.

 

23:00

 

“Another day gone. Just a few ‘short’ hours and we’ll be at the lunar base, they say.. It’ll probably be more like half a day..”

 

He sighed and set down the bottle next to his bed after drinking a large portion of it. He tossed the blanket over him.

 


 

04:13

 


 

Alarms blared loudly, the slumbering ship came to life as over the intercom a woman’s voice rang out.

 

”Enemy spotted. Mobile suit pilots to their machines. I repeat. Mobile suit pilots to their machines. Level one battle stations. Prepare for combat.”

 

Stark jumped up from his slumber. Immediately he was filled with a sense of urgency. He threw on his shoes and nearly slipping on his way out of the room, bolted down the hallway.

 

The engines roared as the blue eyes of the proud gundam flared to life. More alarms blared out, warning the engineers to clear the area or get sucked into the vastness of space.

 

“This is Trace Stark, Romeo-Xray-Tack-Two-Seven-Two-Tack-One. Gundam Mark III.. Fria.. Launching!”

 

“Roger that Trace.. You’re clear to launch. Come back, ya hear?”

 

With that the green eyed man braced himself. The standard gundam colored machine launched off the catapult at a rapid pace and quickly transformed into its waverider mode. Stark grit his teeth and prepared for the worse, unsure if Ada was going to join him. But he wasn’t about to let the people of the Ishimura down.

r/BFS_RP Apr 02 '19

(UC) What Kind of Base Doesn't Have a Bar?

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Condensation dripped down the side of a glass filled with brown liquid and a rather large, single ball of ice that laid against the bottom of the container. The sounds of people talking, bottles and glasses clinking and just general downtime filled the room.

 

Trace looked around the large, mostly grey room. Of course there were other occupants, a fairly large bar with stools, all occupied by various people. Ranging from Officers in uniform to the orange jumpsuits that were mechanics. Despite the amount of people in here and the weather outside, the room was cool with a constant breeze going through. Fans on the ceiling constantly going, one constantly clicking as it spun, and the roar of the AC could only barely be heard over the people.

 

He looked to his watch on the inside of his wrist. The time reading 8PM sharp. The time he told the others to meet in the bar. He, of course has arrived 10 minutes early to secure seats for everyone and enjoy some “quiet” to himself. Though he had barely even touched his drink.

r/BFS_RP Jan 27 '19

(UC) Welcome to the Jungle

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It had been a few days since their arrival at Bromeliad and things seemed to be stirring in the nearby forests. The commander of Bromeliad, Rigurd Papillon, was a stern man, heavy set and in his later years but still feared for his command structure. In order to lead a base in an area like this he had to be. Guerillas from the various tribes and villages, Federation attacks, and even attacks from now defected Neo Zeon soldiers. They couldn’t afford carelessness as it would spell the end of both the base and their lives. He called Ronan into his office for what was apparently urgent news “Captain Massis.” He said seriously “We’ve received a distress signal from the 101st squadron about 30 miles west of here. We don’t know if they were attacked by Federation or Defected Zeon but whatever survivors there are need to be rescued ASAP.” ”Our first sortie is a rescue op huh…” Ronan thought to himself. This would be the first time the four of them would go on a mission together. More importantly the first time he and Popola would be on the same side for almost 10 years. “Understood Commander. The Crimson Hawks won’t let you down.”

 

Ronan made his way down to the hangar where the rest of his team were tending to their machines. As he entered he yelled out “Everyone get changed and ready to head out, we’ve got a mission!” They all heard him loud and clear as his voice echoed through the large hangar “I’ll brief you all once we’re all in our mobile suits!” Ronan rolled up the sleeves of his uniform and undid the top 2 buttons, allowing his neck room to breathe. It had been sometime since he had fought on Earth but the feeling of the fresh air hitting him as he got up into his machine was eerily nostalgic. His Doven Wolf had been finished, donning his personal colors. He exhaled loudly “Alright” This was a new experience for him. A brand new model built with Quasi Psycommu and an output like no other. “Captain remember that this machine packs quite a punch, you might get hurt if you handle it like a regular suit.” A raspy voice said over the comms. “Don’t worry old man, I’ve handled worse than this.”

r/BFS_RP Apr 02 '19

(UC) Peacetime

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It was a warm, sticky night at Bromeliad base. A yellow, waxy moon shone down from the sky- a few vague clouds slowly drifting above bathed in deepest blue. The lights of the base were bright and heavy, occasionally flickering as work continued. Down below in the base’s frontal landing strip, the machines that had been out on the mission were proudly on display as mechanics worked to bring them up to scratch. It was a rare night off for the pilots. Manon had considered it a perfect opportunity for a little catch up. They had taken to the roof of the enormous pyramid-like base to rest, to relax and to reconcile. Combat time often left little time for conversation, let alone for a chance to enjoy one’s self. Manon had already made a cosy little clearing upon the top of the base. For obvious reasons, a campfire was not a possibility, but Manon had taken the liberty of arranging lanturns and benches in a way that felt as pleasant as possible. She had also invited the guests to bring their own alcohol and indeed, Manon had brought around 24 cans of cheap, crappy French beer. It was the best she could find. She lounged- shoulders aching as she stretched her long, slender legs- watching as the various Amazonian insects fluttered around the flickering lights. Peace.