"Traitors! We are the resistance! Behold a phoenix rising from the ashes to burn your war machine to cinders! Marching to kick ass! Uunhh! Marching not to give up! Uunhh! I will never submit to you! Aaaarrrrrgh - WE ARE THE RESISTANCE!!!" "What the hell is--" The bellowing Commonwealth rhetoric ech...

The Belphagor's systems blaring an ear-splitting proximity warning shot Hanmyo bolt-upright, the motion violent enough to make the seat's restraints bite painfully into her shoulders. Her gaze swung across the field around her with a curse as the suit rattled under the impact of debris, but she caug...

Nothing but rocks. Hanmyo checked the coordinates the Belphagor was feeding her for the third time, running them against the information Lance had supplied. According to the suit's navigational systems, she should be right on top of the facility - both literally and figuratively. But there was littl...

Oh no. Surely she didn't mean who Chris thought she meant. There were a decent number of women working among the hangar crew, but he could only think of one who would be referred to as 'that engineering bitch': the foul-mouthed chief mechanic. And if any one person had the right attitude to oppose e...

Oh, now that was a new emotion from the mystery woman. Displeasure. And even if he'd been willing to give her a thorough answer, Chris didn't have one. "Well, yeah. But it's a black box. They just told it to grow and sealed everything up tight. The guys who programmed it probably wouldn't even recog...

A little bird, huh? No doubt the same little bird who had mucked about disabling their Jinxes prior to the attack. They'd have to sort that matter out after this was over - if they survived that long. But what an oddly specific question. The mundaneness of it caught Chris off guard, and he found him...

Blinking incredulously at the woman's reaction, Chris found himself a bit flabbergasted. For all of their prim and proper military-like routine, these...dissidents, if that was even a good term for their organization, had somehow managed to lose track of a skinny 18-year-old civilian. By her words t...

Chris simply stared back at the woman for a moment, trying to judge her sincerity. Pointless. Either she was being deliberately obtuse...or they had somehow managed to miss picking up the Extreme Gundam. Considering that Daneel had managed to down two of their number, he found the chance of that inc...

Fucking hell . In the end, the Prometheus' attempts at resistance had been rather pitiful to say the least. Once the onyx-clad machine had latched hold of the vessel and delivered its initial strike, the crew had not dared at retaliation - and few of them still possessed the capability to even mount...

Hanmyo's gaze snapped up to the Lord Commander at his dry quip regarding the state of her limb, and she glowered at the man. Perhaps he had forgotten a mite too quickly what depth of anger simmered just beyond the veneer of calm and reason she had forcefully adopted, if Lance Screamer felt secure in...

Prototype Mobile Weapons Model Number: GAT-X131/2 Code Name: Calamity Gundam Unit Type: refined prototype artillery mobile suit Manufacturer: Unknown Operator: Andrea Jayther Accommodation: pilot only, in panoramic monitor/linear seat cockpit in torso Dimensions: head height 18.26 meters Weight: em...

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Hanmyo was cognizant of everything the Lord Commander was saying, but of his statements only two truly caught footholds in her mind: the location of Alfimi, and the mention of the horrors at Side 2. She had tried to forget the monstrosity that had captured her alongside Lance and the others, how it ...

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Name: Andrea Jayther Gender: Female Age: 42 Date of Birth: June 17 Height: 5'6" Weight: 132 lbs. Hair color: Blonde Eye color: Violet Ethnicity: Caucasian (Cytherean) Race: Coordinator Original Timeline: Aevum Astrum Affiliation: Independent Character Theme: Battle Theme: Other Information: Combat ...

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