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| Transmition to Penguin Island; A message from the Pilot of the GP02 Physalis | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 28 2010, 09:39 AM (154 Views) | |
| Vernand | May 28 2010, 09:39 AM Post #1 |
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Cray flipped on the comm link, broadcasting a message on encrypted channels, to it's intended recipient, the Comm link relay on Penguin Island. His impassive face stared at the monitor, knowing that his broadcast had now started. 'My name is Cray Vernand, of the Gundam Physalis' He started, barely pausing after identifying himself before continuing, 'I had taken a job in the South American region, but my employer had overstepped the terms of his contract and now I find myself looking for work.' He stared into the camera without emotion, as was his nature, for a moment and then began to speak again. 'My Matriarch and God have delivered unto me, a plan. A plan that has the potential to be quite lucrative and will serve to strengthen the security within this region, as well as to strengthen your position in the new world. I have been asked to rendezvous, on their behalf, to present this plan to you. I would humbly request that you ease your defenses, not disarm, and send out a group of mobile suits to escort me to a landing pad.' His head dipped slightly, as if in respect, and he began to talk some more. 'My Gundam, Physalis, is carrying weapons of nuclear potential which will be remain disarmed unless my safety seems compromised, the warhead then turned over to you for the duration of my stay. Please take this as a sign of my faith in negotiation.' Cray switched off the comm link, leaning back in his seat to await a reply. |
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| Trog | May 28 2010, 02:51 PM Post #2 |
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Odessa carefully read the contents of the transmission that had just arrived. She'd heard snippets about this man Cray and his mobile suit, but hadn't been able to confirm anything up until now. "This is Odessa Bryand of Penguin Island, we'll grant you clearance to land," she stated over the comm. "We'll send two of our Taurus units to escort you to our hangars." Hopefully this man was good to his word; even with a powerful anti-air defense, Odessa didn't want to risk provoking a person like this unnecessarily. She gave orders to have the Physalis escorted to the VIP hangar and gathered her Authority Hat as she left to hear about Cray's mission. Edited by Trog, May 28 2010, 06:22 PM.
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| Vernand | May 29 2010, 12:59 PM Post #3 |
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Water. Cold. Concentration. Those were the things Cray could remember of the last few hours. He had been attacked on his way to his first mission objective, an objective mandated by both his Matriarch and God. He had failed them, but it was not entirely his fault. More so, it was the fault of the pilot in that other mobile suit. If he were asked, he wouldn't be quite able to explain what had happened when he had been attacked, or why he had been attacked. What had seemed to be a peaceful trip across an ocean had turned into an ambush, and then transformed into a giant clusterfuck. Being a relatively unexperienced pilot, Cray had immediately been cast out of his depth, and he felt lucky to have survived such an affair. His luck had changed, however, when his suit finally gave way to the damage it had sustained and dropped into the ocean. He could remember the feeling in his gut, as the thrusters failed and gave out, gravity pulling him towards the blue expanse. The feeling as the Physalis hit the hard surface of the ocean still echoed in his bones, especially now as he crawled through the waves towards the beach. His arms shuddered with the exertion, and it was taking a great deal of willpower to keep going, let alone to stay conscious. The Physalis had eventually hit the ocean floor, and the only option Cray was left with was to walk all the way back to shore for repairs. This wouldn't have been such a difficult affair, but the cockpit was taking on water. The Physalis wasn't a new suit, after all, just a repaired and refurnished suit found by his people as they were first exploring their surroundings. The leak in the cockpit was obviously left from its previous owner. In any case, it was all he could do to make it almost all the way to shore, using his newtype abilities to seal the leak as best he could. If it wasn't for his talents with telekinesis, he would have never have made it as far as he had. Most likely, his systems would have shorted out, and he would have been left to drown. The knowledge that the Physalis might have been his tomb hadn't worried him. What had worried him, was failing in his Holy task. If he died, or failed, then everything his people strived for and had acheived so far would be for nothing. All his brothers and sisters would die, and they would be the lucky ones, as they would be the first to meet such a fate. The rest of the world would suffer the worst consequences of his failure. Another wave violently pushed at him from behind, sending him tumbling through the surf. He hacked up a mouthful of sea water and put another hand out in front of him into the water drenched sand. His elbow gave way, and his head bounced in the sand. 'Just another few steps.' he heard, the voice filled with both a pleading and encouraging tone. He looked up, through blurry eyes, seeing the familiar form of a blonde haired lady standing further up the beach, beckoning him to come forward. His angel. Holly. Impossible. He pushed himself up from the sand, to try and reach her, only to fall back down again. It was too much. He felt his eyelids slowly close, unable to keep them open. A soft smile crossed his lips as he gradually lost consciousness. It wasn't his choice to die, but as he blacked out, he thought that it was at least some conciliation that it would be by the ocean. He had always liked the ocean. |
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| Trog | May 31 2010, 04:23 PM Post #4 |
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"Is that the mobile suit?" Two HyGoggs looked at the damaged GP-02. A small trail of mobile suit parts resting on the ocean floor had lead the search parties to this island. "Looks like it. Hey, get away from that!" One of the HyGoggs leaned over Cray's body, which was currently being stalked by a hungry komodo dragon. With some delicacy, the pilot reached over with one of his suit's long arms and flicked the large lizard away. The other pilot had exited his machine and was checking for signs of life. "He's still alive too. Radio the base." Minutes later, a helicopter was hovering overhead, lowering a stretcher and two medical personnel to load Cray while the HyGoggs kept away opportunistic predators. They lifted Cray back into the helicopter without a hitch and began taking him back to Penguin Island for treatment. |
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