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Breaking Point

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Breaking Point

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Sun Sep 11, 2005 1:37 am

As the crimson suit neared Earth, Zhelir stretched his fingers, before relaxing them on the controls of the ship. An alert chimed in, indicating he was about to enter the atmosphere. He had managed to avoid any type of shuttle coming his way, and he didn't like that fact. It felt like a bad omen.

He shook the feeling off. He reclaimed his old }{G mentality once more; he stopped worrying about what was to come. He would find out soon enough.

And sure enough, a small window opened and a man dressed in military clothes addressed him as he descended toward the harbor.

"Unidentified mobile suit, you've been flagged as the suit stolen and launched without clearence not too long ago. You will disarm yourself and surrender your suit. You will then be placed under arrest."

Zhelir snorted. "I've got a better idea for ya, buddy: Eat shit and die!"

And with that, he let off a short volley of shots from the beam rifle the ship had come with, taking careful aim; he was still very far out, and didn't want to have a stray shot miss and hit the civilian region of the city.

A moment later, he dodged several sets of rounds, roughly the size of the suit's head, presumeably fired from AA Guns. He was nearing the base, and he could aim more accurately now. He launched off three more shots, and two of the three found their marks in the central portion of two AA turrets.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sun Sep 11, 2005 1:44 am

The force of his ship bursting through the atmosphere was enough to rattle Wind to the bone, his nerves already shaken up by the idea of what he was about to do..A visual opened up before him, an Earth official.


Earth Officer - Due to Mr. Zech's request, no Coloni-...

With the man cut off due to the current attack of Zhelir he accessed his Dober gun, taking aim towards another AA turret. The mass of burning metal streams through the sky, it's strike on the turret nothing more than a massive explosion. Between the time it took to reload the cannon Wind accessed a view port to watch the attack of Zhelir. Once the realoading is complete another shot is fired off, aimed towards the main base this time. The view of the shot was blinded but the accompanied explosion signaled that it was a direct hit. Another shell into the chamber and another enemy down.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Sun Sep 11, 2005 1:51 am

Zhelir had taken down another AA turret, and had thus far managed to avoid behind hit, but he doubted he would get off unscathed, due to the next stage of the attack.

The suit hit the ground with tremendous force, as Zhelir had only sparringly used the landing thrusters so as not to make a slow target. The suit left cracks spidering out from the impact on all sides. It rose to its full height and boosted to the left, dodging another AA round that, having missed him, impacted what appeared to be a bunker. Zhelir could almost hear the officer from the comm cursing at the turret operators not to fire shots level with any of the buildings.

Finding that this left the base more or less undefended, Zhelir fired a shot straight into the AA turret that he shot at him before igniting the crash shield in the suit's right hand.

Choppin' time... He muttered.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Sun Sep 11, 2005 1:54 am

The base was unprepared, but not nearly unprepared as Zhelir seemed to think they were. Someone had given them the suggestion, or order... to have themselves prepared for battle. Or in quick preparation capabilites. Because as he approached the distance to fire on the AA turrets... a group of Leos were out and about, ready to fight as it was obvious would be needed now.

They were already firing on Wind and Zhelir with their 105 mms, but seemed to not be hitting anywhere near what they would need to.

But then. A shot ran WAY too close to Wind's Dropship. Only a meter or less from actually hitting and causing vital damage.

A shot that came from the opposite direction of those mobile suits. A shot that seemed to not be the novicental type of shot. One that could have taken the wing off it it wasn't a meter off.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:02 am

The ship swerves to the right as the all too close shot spirals away. The ship then lowers down towards the base as well as the five other Leo's, bobing and weaving through the gunfire. The ship hovers to the ground for a second before moving back upwards into the air.

Suddenly the main cameras of a single Leo shatter into pieces before it, cutting off it's live feed of the fight. Suddenly the warning of the four others rip through the pilot's comm links.

Pilot 1 - Something's on the ground moving towards you! Look out!

Pilot 3 - WHAT IS IT?!?! I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!

Although unseen from the pilot with it's camera shattered, the other four pilots easily notice the darkly clad man as he dashes towards the wounded Leo with nearly blinding speed, for a human. The only weapons visible was the massive rifle thrown over his shoulder and the blade in his hand.

Once more the man disappears from the pilot's view. Yet the wounded Leo begins to shake violently before casting out into a massive explosion. It seems that somehow the man on the ground had issued some type of attack on the Leo to cause it to explode, but this was unheard of! No single human could take on a mobile suit!

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:16 am

From the opposite direction of those Leos, the direction of the all to close shot. A mobile suit could easily be seen. A mobile suit that looked like the others. A Leo. But the Leo was obviously piloted by a better pilot. Just the way it moved.

Another shot rang out from its direction.

Anyone that had watched it shot would have seen it taking out a chunk of the wing of the retreating dropship. A moderate sized chunk.

The pilot was actually preparing for another shot, or just to defend himself it seemed.

Who was this pilot? Well... its quite simple. The pilot was none other than the politician and secretly warlord Warren K Mc Cue, or 'Warrius'.

Inside the mobile suit, the young warlord moved with an efficiently matched by many veterns of the feild, but not many others.

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Zhelir grinned, for two reasons. For one, he had been expecting no less of either show or skill from Kaden, and for another, the four Leos around him were, in a word, fucked.

He nearly smashed in several buttons on the control interface, and the planet defensors that, until now, had remained looking like decoration on the suit, flared to life, circling around him and creating a protective bearrier. The bullets of the 105mms richocheted off this invisiblie shield, digging into the ground.

Heads up, Zhelir called to Kaden's com, Got a lot of strays about.

Zhelir tore through the first Leo in a single movement. He boosted forward, the fool having aligned himself dead on with the lethal Mercurius, and sliced in a diaganal cut, from right shoulder to left hip. The cockpit, needless to say, was incinerated. Due to the width of the beam, there was very little of the torso left.

The second, focusing on trying to gun down Kaden, didn't even notice as Mercurius rushed up behind him. Zhelir would have, normally, muttered something along the lines of "novice," but was far too absorbed with the suit's perfect workings to even take the time to arbitrarily insult his opponents. The beam sword erupting from the top of the shield made justo ne puncture in the suit, which was straight through the back of the cockpit, and out the front.

Zhelir than whipped the suit around, as best you could whip around the Mercurius, and saw the opportunity he'd been hoping for. Something he'd done twice before in his old mobile suit, though with a different weapon. Something that was sure to etch the word 'Skill' into the minds of any Earth-born watchers.

The suit's defensors instantly deactivated and reformed to the suit's body, just as the right arm hurled the crash shield forward. As predicted, it deactivated, but not quickly enough. Before it went out, it cut a massive gash in the suit, just narrowly missing the piloting center of it. The pilot could be seen sprinting away from the suit, but Zhelir shrugged him off; Kaden could easily deal with him.

The fourth suit scored a shot in Mercurius' right arm. With a growl of rage, Zhelir acred the suit around, lifting off the ground slightly, and jammed the barrel of the beam rifle into the suit's head. It bounced off and pushed the two a slight distance apart before Zhelir managed to fire, demolishing the appendige. He launched four more shots into the suit's torso, knowing full well the pilot wouldn't survive, before whipping back around to retrieve his Crash Shield.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:31 am

The dashing form of Wind was almost invisible to the pilots. The darkness of night was a good cover, especially for someone attemping to take down mobile suits with his hands.. The voice of Zhelir blared in his right ear "Heads up, got lots of strays out." Then the massive spray of 105mms shells barely missed him, though their slam into the ground launched him form head over heel into the air to drop him atop of his back atop of a jagged rock which dug deeply into his flesh, cracking at least one rib.

A lil' late on that one...

His hand instantly shot to his side to propell himself back to his feet once more, knowing that his mission was all too important to let a broken rib hold him down.

The only sounds of battle at his back were the gunfire and the massive explosions that signaled that Mercurius was heavy at work to tear down anyone that'd step in his path.

A sudden glance towards the right spotted a pilot on the run, no doubt from Zhelir's attacks. A sudden spring from his right foot launched his form over towards the man, the pain surging up through his body as he moves through the air towards the man. Wind swings the massive katana outwards as he drops at the man's side, obvious that he never knew what actually happened yet a violent spray of blood would reveal it to anyone.

Wind rises from his crouch as the sound of another massive shot forces him to raise his head, watching as it slams into the wing of his ship.

Hell no man...

Wind turns his head to the side, looking towards the Leo that fired the shot, his inward movements now aimed towards this one suit, his last endeavor of the night.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:43 am

'Warrius' smiled lightly, but not a smile of self-congradulation. A smile of simple adreniline rush. The way he moved in piloting his suit. It was not as some would pilot it, in the way of a vehicle. He moved with such skill in piloting that his Mobile Suit was indeed that, just a suit. An extension of his own movements had he been in the situation.

The Mobile suit continued forward, moving with more speed now and no interest in trying to shoot the dropship once again. His message had gotten through. He didn't want that drop ship coming back with reinforcments. This mobile suit that had came in first was enough trouble.

'Warrius' wasn't insane. He wasn't going to try to take on the mercurius from his current poisition. He knew there was a chance that the local military might bring out reinforcments... but he wanted to see this thing a bit closer up.


"odd timing..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sun Sep 11, 2005 2:49 am

With his teeth clenched he had to time this just right....The approaching steps of the Leo were moving fast...maybe too fast......Wind crouched down, holding up the massive assault rifle upwards, aiming towards the cockpit of the suit. He moved his shot over to one of the hydrolics that holds it shut before squeezing off a single shot. As the shot slams into the hydrolic it forces one end of the cockpit door open, enough room for him to climb through.

A quick leap launches Wind onto the leg of the Leo. He reaches upwards to grab hold of another extention of the suit, pulling himself further up. He then reaches outwards to push the door open further before sliding down into it, his gun and sword still in hand. A quick movement of his hand had the sword placed to the neck of the pilot, not quite sure of whom he is, yet his meaning is clear.

Stop the suit now or i'll slice ya' clear down the middle.

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Zhelir regrouped himself, not having realised there was still one Leo about. With the crash shield in place, he prepared to finish his mission. He marked four buildings as targets; two hangers, a bunker, and a control tower. The beam rifle on the suit's right hand easily made quick work of the first three, but he wanted to have a bit of fun with the fourth.

He proceeded to the tower, igniting the thruster a bit, just enough to lift the suit up to the main deck's level. He reopened the channel that had been used to originally contact him.

I'll spare you feeling like a complete idiot; I'd hate to rub in the fact that your base is smoldering away and you just lost four mobile suit in under 10 minutes. He paused for a moment, grinning through the window at the militarial-looking man, and extending the channel to access all nearby communication devices. If you survive this, do me a favor. Tell Milliardo that the colonies are fed up with his shit.

He ignited the crash shield, having been placed to the right spot where the simple act of igniting it would burn through the center of the tower. The top of it slid back, slowly at first, but then toppled to the ground below in a heap of rubble.

Hmm. I do believe my work here is done.

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Wind had moved with such speed and skill that Warren/Warrius barely knoew what was happening. His eyes gazed feircly as the door opened, but focused on his piloting.... until he felt to could touch of a blade to his throat, and heard words uttered towards him.

"Stop the suit now or i'll slice ya' clear down the middle."

He moved his hands from the controls, but not as the infitrator might have thought... he moved his hands towards himself... and the dagger like hunting knife in a holster type thing on his chest. He wasn't gonna grab it, but if he had too...

He stopped moving for the moment.

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See ya back home, Kaden. Zhelir sent this message to Kaden's comm. He hit the thrusters and launched full-tilt into the sky, moving like a bat out of Hell. He knew this wasn't the best of ideas, that he'd have to drift home for the most part, but he didn't want to stop and refuel in the middle of an enemy base.

As the suit cleared Earth's atmosphere, he left the thrusters going just long enoug hto give him a good ammount of moment him and aim him for L4, before cutting the enginges, boosting the sensor alertness and radius, and drifting off to sleep.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby The Southern Wind on Sun Sep 11, 2005 3:01 am

A quick twist of the blade sends the tip of it slicing barely into the flesh, easily carving against it with the movement.

Remember this face, the name's Southern Wind, and don't fuckin' forget it. Beef up your arsenel before you try to take me on again, pal. Another thing, tell Milliardo that as of now, the Colonies aint takin' no more shit an that's it.

A quick kick from the foot of Wind sends the door flying open completely, a line floating outside cockpit was clearly visible. Wind stepped back atop the cockpit door, grabbing hold of the line before the ship bursts off, tearing Wind along with it, tugging him up into the ship as it disappears back into the atmosphere.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Sun Sep 11, 2005 3:15 am

The young warlord's eyes widen in disbeleive. It was already happening... the colonies were already attacking... a small trickle of blood came from the small cut that the man known as "Southern Wind"'s blade had caused.

The statement reverbrated in his mind.

"Remember this face, the name's Southern Wind, and don't fuckin' forget it. Beef up your arsenel before you try to take me on again, pal. Another thing, tell Milliardo that as of now, the Colonies aint takin' no more shit an that's it."

He closed his eyes... and memorized the words he had been said...


"Oh, I will... and next time we will see..." He muttered to himself.

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