cityship: (Meanwhile...)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-04-26 12:22 am

Space Invaders!

After everyone and all of their ships were properly loaded the Quarter had launched successfully. The journey from Stacy to the Trojan Asteroid field trailing NiSaris took several hours, but they managed to approach the field with the people of the nearby world being none the wiser.

The problem was that the NiSarians weren't the only ones watching the skies.

As the Quarter approached and entered the asteroid field, all was quiet. But it was only going to be a matter of moments before that would change.


((ooc: See this post for instructions, but otherwise, have at it, and have fun.))
a_mere_human: ([Helmet] Staying focused)

[personal profile] a_mere_human 2011-04-30 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
...now?

Really?

That guy wanted to start some kind of pissing contest now? In the middle of a battlefield among the corpses of his enemies?

Was he serious?




...actually, now that Setsuna thought about it, that guy probably was serious.

In retrospect, Setsuna probably should've seen this coming. After all, white guy; blonde hair; career soldier; pilots some version of the Flag a variable fighter that he thinks is the greatest machine ever invented (even though it isn't); likely exceptionally skilled when compared to the people he's normally surrounded by, but so enamored with himself that he assumes that same skill gap exists between everyone else ever and him (it doesn't); probably needs his ego fed in order to feel better about some grand screw up in his past that twisted him...

Yeah, Setsuna had seen that all before. And he saw what happened when such a desperate ego got smacked in the face with a brutal dose of reality. He wasn't interested in experiencing any of that again.

"Ignore him," he instructed. "Keep pushing forward until we find what we came here for." They had an objective to complete, after all. Michael can go find someone else to entertain him in the midst of all this carnage.

[identity profile] sniping-meister.livejournal.com 2011-04-30 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I could have figure that out," Lockon muttered with some amusement. He and Haro finished making adjustments, shifting longer-range weapons into place and slowing Dynames's movement.

To Michael, he simply tossed out: "I hit what needs to be hit."

Scanning the field, he settled on his targeted area and locked on.

"Targeted," he announced. He just needed these damned things to stay still long enough for him to hit.
praises: (arios ◣ your face is now swiss cheese.)

[personal profile] praises 2011-04-30 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Rolling Arios through the debris field, Allelujah peppered vulcan gun fire at the remaining Shrikes, cockpit rattling and illuminating with the impact of their psychic lances and whips. This wouldn't be enough to destroy them, but they were engaged in chasing him rather than turning on Lockon, and that was his intent. And Allelujah was depending on Lockon's quick sniping—in a single rush of GN particles, Arios shifted seamlessly from fighter mode to mobile suit mode, its green optic sensors flaring. He'd be sacrificing speed for firepower now, so he had to make it count.

Rushing the remains of the asteroid field, Allelujah let loose a hail of submachine gun fire. His Gundam nimbly skimmed the asteroid surfaces, beam saber drawn and carving at Firebug legs one after the other.