EVENT 4: Dark Activity, Event

Outer space is quiet and peaceful. However, just outside of the region of debris, between the moon and the Earth, mobile suits are active and moving about. A variety of them have been placed around a large mechanical device that seems to be a piece of a larger mechanism, but it is very hard to tell. The mobile suits are soon discovered to be those that belong to the faction of Yggdrasil and they notice that the military has come about their territory and attack. As it seems, only one type of mobile suit is present on the battlefield: the space-type Tieren. However, it is accompanied by the less-familiar mobile suit that puts to use a false solar reactor which was most recently fashioned by Yggdrasil. The battle promises a lot of danger.

Occupying the foremost spot in one of the few assembled advancing forces against the newly discovered Yggdrasil Swanhild troops was Rasper’s gigantic Talos with two GN-XIII units on its left and right side acting as wingmen. Having just reacquainted himself with zero-gravity environment, the pilot steered his heavy-sized machine forward fearlessly, an act that failed to conceal the approach of the hostile forces of the infamous terrorist organization. Within moments of his entering the estimated combat area for the mission he undertook, Rasper located a number of enemy Mobile Suits in a distance. “Today’s target is the destruction of presumed enemy facility,” he announced to his comrades in a mild tone, as though he was broadcasting weather report. “Eliminate each and every enemy unit that obstructs our path.”

Just as Rasper finished speaking, he located three enemies heading their way to intercept their assault. Undaunted, he continued to march forward with his comrades. The Power Loader-equipped machine he used was carrying with both hands what must’ve been one of the longest physical weapons ever fashioned and another powerful weapon with exceptional destructive force. No matter how he saw it, his Talos was the most capable destroyer among the assault force units. ‘This time I won’t lose my Power Loader unit’, he decided. As the distance of the two forces dwindled by the rate of their approach to each other, Rasper prepared himself for the inevitable confrontation.

This post has been edited by Goldgrand on Oct 2 2009, 10:11 AM

Sallying forth with his red-colored GN-XIII, the Alliance pilot took position to the right of the custom-made Mobile Suit of the AEF member. The smaller machine had since synchronized his speed with his comrade to achieve a simple offensive formation, ignoring the possibility of going ahead of the bigger machine. Yet, even though the opponent was located in the distance, none of the modern Mobile Suit’s weapons were efficient at the present. As a result, the pilot must wait as the allied and hostile machines moved against each other, preparing his long-range weapon and protective mechanism for immediate usage.

Taking a left side position in the formation, the pilot of the second GN-XIII accompanied Talos with his other comrade, adjusting the speed so that the group would remain together. “There are here…” he muttered as the opposing machines’ presence became known. Keeping his emotions controlled, he continued onward together with his comrades. Like his allies, he knew of the futility of attacking before entering the effective range of his weapons and instead sharpened his resolve for the encounter. The gong for the beginning of the battle was but moments away from sounding.

Yggdrasil had launched its mobile suit forces when the Earth military arrived on the scene. Several resistance fighters were being commanded by a black custom mobile suit, the Apparition. Behind the controls of this fierce fighting machine was Chelsea Tone, a dedicated soldier who was prepared to die in order to protect the forming satellite. "This is only one small obstacle. If we cannot defeat them here, we have no hopes of defeating Celestial Being, our real opponent!" She shouted, commanding her subordinates to charge forward. They accelerated in the direction of the visible GN-XIII and immediately opened fire with their machine guns. Ammunition soared across the gaping void, each wave with the aim of preventing the military from coming any closer than they had already did. Meanwhile, Chelsea noticed that the Earth Alliance had also put to use a custom mobile suit and decided that this stranger would be her adversary. "Ready or not, here I come!" Chelsea announced, charging forward momentarily afterward.

With the opposing forces reaching combat-effective distance from assault units, Rasper was able to assess his enemies’ battle force. The two Tieren Space Types did not seem very threatening as it was an old machine; the main problem was no doubt the mainly black-colored machine that led them to battle. As the Yggdrasil was proven to possess machines that performed quite well even against the infamous Gundams, he was particularly alerted by the hostile commanding unit. “Take out the Tierens, I’ll deal with the enemy commander,” he informed the other two. The movement of the spectral-designed machine that approached him told him the opposing commander had a similar kind of thought. “For the chaos that you triggered, you will pay!”

Talos was advancing forward unhesitatingly from the start, but it soon accelerated slightly as the two GN-XIIIs were engaging the Tieren squad. Ignoring everyone else, Rasper set his sights upon Yggdrasil Swanhild’s special unit and began his attack. The two panels on the Power Loader’s shoulders opened upwards, revealing twin multipurpose launchers. Prompted by the pilot’s commands from within the cockpit, the launchers sent two projectiles forward. The target would likely notice that neither of the two was aimed for a direct hit, but whether or not they determine the special property of the weapon was yet to be seen. ‘Two out of six…’

With the two projectiles speeding forward, Rasper’s Talos did not stop at once. Following behind it carefully whilst leaving some distance, Rasper oriented the mighty long halberd held by the giant upward, ready to strike. Timing was crucial at this point. The cluster bombs would soon shed its outer layer and spray an innumerable amount of ammunition to all directions. At that point, it was no doubt that the movements of the target would be seriously hindered, if not halted by serious damage. Then, taking advantage at its vulnerability, Rasper would raise the metal-bladed weapon that’s dozens of meters long and slashed it diagonally at the target; seeking to cleave the enemy in two halves with one blow from a distance.

This post has been edited by Goldgrand on Oct 5 2009, 05:26 AM

”Roger!” The pilot of the first machine complied at the order given to him. The dominant red machine was forced to fly to the right, however, as a stream of conventional shells threatened it. Noticing a continuous burst of rounds from both Tieren units were focused upon leading him to his demise, the pilot immediately activated the GN defense rod to defend himself. The shots, however fierce, could break through and instead was repelled with little difficulty. Still, just by defending himself, the machine was unable to counterattack at the moment. The pilot used the opportunity to approach the enemy.

The second pilot broke off from the formation to engage the other Tieren machine, but he soon noticed that the opposing pilot chose to attack his comrade instead. “Don’t underestimate me!” he snapped. The Tieren unit eventually pointed its firearm to his direction, but the amount of ammunition was minimal at best. The GN-XIII swayed to the left and right briefly to avoid the shots, but it proceeded forward once the shots had stopped. Taking into its arm a GN beam rifle, the humanoid weapon unleashed two shots at the chest meant to destroy opponent. With his spirits high, the pilot let loose two more shots in hope of it overwhelming the opponent and allowing him to seize victory.

This post has been edited by Goldgrand on Oct 5 2009, 05:23 AM

The resistance was already up to a rocky start when the leader was bombarded by many exploding metal rounds. The pilot had managed to elude one full round because of the great distance but the second had not been so easy. Its shield was raised and protected the mobile suit from any excessive damage, but its shield was battered very hard by the excessive force. Its long rifle was raised and pointed at the new mobile suit. "So, you think that you can fight me?" Chelsea challenged, pointing the weapon at her adversary. Two fine particle beams were fired at the enemy with great precision, aimed at her foe's chest and torso regions in hopes of finishing off the military force in a single blow.

Meanwhile, the Tieren did not experience great difficulty right away. One of them only continued to fire its ballistic ammunition while continuing on its approach toward the GN-XIII while the other one used its shield to protect itself from impending particle beams. Although the shield had been battered very dramatically, the Tieren remained in one piece and had eluded another set of incoming particle projectiles before they could deal to it greater harm. Its machine gun was used to counterattack immediately following its defensive and evasive maneuvers.

"No effect?” Rasper muttered to himself. The black-armored machine of the enemy had utilized a GN Shield to prevent too much damage without falling back. The counterattack came relatively fast. Raising a GN Shield of his own and placed it over the main components of the machine, he withstood a shot consisting of GN particles. Shifting the position of the blocker soon after, the pilot deflected another shot meant to defeat him. Though it appeared easy to do, each shot were frighteningly accurate to the point that he believed dodging might not save him in the allotted time. “A sniper? No… this one isn’t so simple…”

Pressing on even then, Rasper sent Talos forward even faster than before. With removing the disadvantage of long-range combat as an objective, he approached his enemy to the point that his weapons’ efficiency would increase. Yet, there was still a question of which weapon to use. “The cluster bomb ought to be preserved to destroy the facility. Beam machineguns aren’t going to work here…” Only one weapon could prove to be more effective at the present; that was, a weapon of irregular size. Some distance was still present, but the melee weapon he’s going to use was longer than a bunch of conventional ones put together.

“I will defeat you,” Rasper stated, simply and calmly, as though he had no doubt he would succeed. Raising the power halberd’s blade above Talos’ head, the pilot swung the massive weapon at the enemy. The slash made was vertical, lacking in sophisticated technique and descending in direction. Also, the giant’s swing was not akin to that of attacking with a beam saber. The power halberd was not aimed to just defeat the opponent by inflicting serious damage to its vital components; it was a weapon used to shred the opponent thoroughly regardless of how it was used.

Trapped in a difficult position, the pilot of the first GN-XIII persevered against adversity. Swaying to the left and right, he eluded a number of solid rounds. The GN defense rod did not cease to function yet. All the rounds that were deemed unavoidable were simply repelled by item. The GN-XIII continued to approach the opponent even under such situation, raising its GN submachinegun and unloaded shots upon the enemy’s chest area in an attempt to regain advantage.

The pilot of the second GN-XIII was high in spirits. Not only had he successfully damaged his opponent, but he also managed to remain undamaged. “I can do this!” he cheered. Steering to the right the moment ballistic rounds were sent to him, the pilot managed to elude danger once more. Feeling his confidence peaking, he flew towards the opposing machine with his GN beam rifle ready to strike. Four shots were delivered, alternating between the torso and chest area of the old type Mobile Weapon.

The custom mobile suit raised its left hand and seized its beam saber. The blade was ignited and placed above its head to protect itself from the impending danger. The mobile suit pilot was confident that the enemy could not harm her so easily even with such a massive armament in outer space, but she was wrong. The amount of momentum put into the swinging of the metal sword knocked the beam saber right out of the mobile suit's hand and managed to rip its left arm out of place, forcing Chelsea to retreat a short distance in order to recover. "You bastard, do you think you stand a chance if I start to fight seriously?" She warned, firing off many particle beams from her hand-carried rifle once it had been folded.

Meanwhile, the two Tieren continued to fight off the GN-XIII but had started to show signs of fatigue. More particle beams had hit them, causing detriment to the mobile suits and their outer armor. Regardless of the sustained damage, both fighters continued to fire away with their machine guns in hopes of wearing down the enemy before being sacrificed for the greater good. "Damned military bastards," one of the resistance fighters muttered as he raced forward.

The broad white blade torn apart the target’s arm wonderfully, allowing Rasper to revel in his success if only for a moment. The opposition responded by distancing her humanoid weapon away from Talos quickly whilst pitching together a series of swiftly launched beams to prevent his approach. Raising the Power Loader’s enormous arm and positioning the shield in front of the Mobile Weapon, Rasper boosted forward undauntedly. In his mind, he had not allowed overconfidence to seep in but instead, resolved to continue attacking. ‘I have only one effective weapon anyways…’ he told himself. 'I have to keep attacking!'

Seeing the situation, the disadvantage was obvious. A smaller, nimbler machine could’ve easily outmaneuvered his bulky monster. Fortunately, his opponent was slightly overconfident in allowing one arm to be injured. Unfortunately, the condition did not change much. The beams collided one by one against the solid surface of the GN shield, but because of its dimension was much too small compared to the arm the defense was imperfect. Twice a beam shot landed upon the arm on diverse spots, causing even the overbearing Talos to slow down before regaining the ability to resume pursuit.

“I fight on the behalf of those whose lives were put in jeopardy because of your actions...” Rasper declared as he pressed on forward. "And so, I cannot afford to lose!"

The speed difference was a great enough factor to leave some distance between the two machines, but even then his opponent did not seem to desire to escape with all her might; she was only taking some distance away. Approaching the enemy at the best of his ability, he chose to try and strike. Raising his halberd high above its head, Talos performed a diagonal slash. Held with two hands, the weapon would produce the same destructive force that it had demonstrated earlier, but the damage to one arm had slowed the attack speed slightly.

This post has been edited by Goldgrand on Nov 1 2009, 05:41 PM

Continuing to approach the opponent although he was under heavy fire, the pilot of the first GN-XIII activated the defense rod once more to repel ammunitions aimed at him. The item soon ceased to function, however, allowing a short burst of bullets to collide with the machine’s right shoulder. No longer able to mount defense for some time, the pilot instead dove forward as he let got of his GN lance. Drawing a GN beam saber from its storage, he made a horizontal slash meant for the Tieren’s chest.

With the excitement of the battle rousing him to act, the pilot of the second GN-XIII sent his machine forward with the defense rod in front. Ballistic rounds propelled to his direction were all repelled out of his way by the rod, allowing him to rapidly approach his target at astonishing speed. With much of the distance depleted soon enough, he took aim with his GN lance and lunged it forward in an attempt to impale the Tieren’s chest and end the battle swiftly.

This post has been edited by Goldgrand on Nov 1 2009, 05:45 PM