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     1LT Natalya Sevastianovna Savitskya (Rapier) PC Username: Rapier Post Number: 28 Registered: 9-2004 Rating: N/A |
This is free forall bit of mecha nonsense. Enter any VF or Destroid (except the Monsters). Try to kill your opponents. [Edit: This battle takes place in a simulated present day Seattle, WA. Google Maps is used to orient the partisipants. That's why you're likely to see lots of steet corners listed in the posts.] Have fun! Indicators sprang to life in the cockpit. The external view screens switched from snow to the view of a historic airport. Natalya Sevatianovna Savitiskya almost jumped out of her bones. The Russian pilot was used to simulations, and experienced in battle, but this was a match against a damned fine pilot, and she had somehow managed to get herself worked up over the outcome. She examined her surroundings. Of course, the simulator, or the sim operators, had started with no cover whatsoever. Her mecha was standing at the north end of the Airport’s main runway system. The tarmac had huge alpha-numerics painted on it; 16 L. “Some’tingk to hide behind vould be nice,” she muttered, advancing her throttles. The simulated VF-11E Thunderbolt Heavy Armor, resisted the impulse of it’s massive engines for a moment. Runway dust, loose grave, and fine chemical residues from the booster rockets mixed into a rising plume that would probably be visible for miles. “A good tingk I am not tryingk to hide,” Natalya told herself. She just wanted something to duck behind when the bullet’s started flying. She rocketed across the city-scape, crossing several municipal parks, and following a roadway north until she sported a suitable position. She set her mecha down next to a large square industrial structure and duck-walked the giant war machine into cover behind the building. The sign at the street corner read “S Orcas St. and 5th Ave. S” “Vhere are you Major?” she muttered to herself. (Message edited by rapier on August 30, 2006) | ||
| MAJ Roderick Swee (Gradius) PC Username: Gradius Post Number: 274 Registered: 2-2002 Rating: N/A |
"Maybe I should have gone for the Excaliber..." Looking at his scope for traces of his opponent, Roderick noticed signs that the Lieutenant was in something substantially heavier than his own Cutlass. Oh he hadn't really seen much, but the roar of engines echoing off the various buildings and the very intermittent contacts he was receiving gave him enough clues to know that he was very likely out-tonned. And most likely out-gunned too. Starting across the river, in the middle of what looked like a pier, the Battroid converted to Gerwalk and flew a short hop across the river to land where Ohio Ave S and S Dawson St met E Marginal Way S. Speeding down S Dawson St, he converted to Battroid and slid to a stop at the juntion of 2nd Ave S. The young Major crouched his valkyrie beside the large 'L-shaped' building cradling while his gunpod in both hands. Thus prepared, he cued his audio receptors and listened for any sign of his quarry. | ||
| 1LT Natalya Sevastianovna Savitskya (Rapier) PC Username: Rapier Post Number: 29 Registered: 9-2004 Rating: N/A |
For an instant, the ghost of a thermal trace appeared on Natalya’s screens. She couldn’t lock it down, but she had an idea of where it was. She was sure there was some gem of Sun-Tzu wisdom for this situation, but she couldn’t think of anything other than the American-ism, “the best defense is a good offence.” It seemed a good time to be offensive. She applied power, and the heave battriod lifted a scant three meters and began to slide down 5th Ave. She turned slightly until her mecha faced west, while she continued to skate north. He was out there somewhere. Unfortuantely, Natalya seemed to run out of road before she found him. 5th ended in a cross street. She cut back on the power and the heavy battroid dug deep furrows in the concrete as it slid to a halt on S Dawson St. It was simple maneuver, but the Heavy Armor package changed the machince’s physics. Natalya found herself busy steadying the mecha. When she looked up she could barely make out the form of a VF-9 just three blocks away. She new there was almost no way Major Swee hadn’t already spotted her, which meant he had the initiative. She had to focus on beating the coming attack or she’d be toast. Natalya hated toast. | ||
| MAJ Roderick Swee (Gradius) PC Username: Gradius Post Number: 275 Registered: 2-2002 Rating: N/A |
He heard something. Something fairly big. Then as he tried to make out more, it appeared right in front of him. Sliding to a stop and churning up the road as it did, it looked as menacing as they came. Large, with a huge gunpod, two twin shoulder beam cannons, a heaping load of missiles and literally tons of armor. An Armored Thunderbolt. By comparism the VF-9 Cutlass was a flyweight when it came to variable fighters. It didn't have the huge gunpod, the large beam cannons, anywhere near the same amount of missiles and had relatively pathatic armor. But it was quick. And quick was good right now. *Glup* Urmm, crap. Without wasting any more time, the crouching Cutlass sprang forward while loosening a quick burst from his GU-13. The battroid's forward motion comprised a grand total of three steps before foot thrusters drove it north into 2nd Ave S. The Cutlass didn't stop moving until the street merged with Denver Ave S. "Uh oh." | ||
| 1LT Natalya Sevastianovna Savitskya (Rapier) PC Username: Rapier Post Number: 30 Registered: 9-2004 Rating: N/A |
The Major attacked, and Natalya bit back a curse. Her mecha’s shield came up even as she leaned the heavy war machine back. Something bounced of the right torso protector, followed by a series of metallic impacts across the shield. All of that was punctuated by the explosive ‘wham’ of one of the reactive armor panels exploding. Natalya jammed the throttles to their stops. To the outside observer the result looked something like an explosion. For an instant it seemed like Major Swee had destroyed the Armored Thud. The heavy fighter came out of the cloud of its own exhaust products with a speed that was at once impressive and ludicrous. While the Armored Thunderbolt couldn’t pour on the g’s like its unweighted brethren it wasn’t slow. It was just slow compared to almost every other Variable Fighter. In fact, it was much faster than Natalya anticipated. Her fighter rocketed backward through the parking lot at Dawson and 6th Ave, across Denver Ave and through the railway transshipment depot. The Overtech armor shrugged off the old style building like tissue paper. Natalya fought the controls for a moment, as her mecha slid to halt under the Airport Way bridge, north of the corner of S Lucile St and 8th Ave. As the cloud of debris continued to rain down, Natalya caught sight of the Cutlass on the opposite side of the transshipment yard. The Thuds computers hadn’t even IDed Swee’s mecha when the young Russian went on the attack. Swee had peppered her with auto-cannon rounds. Natalya decided to return the favor. The massive XS-06 gun pod leveled on the fleeting form of the distant Cutlass, and the weapon spoke with a roar that shattered all the widows Natalya hadn’t already broken. (Message edited by rapier on August 30, 2006) | ||
| MAJ Roderick Swee (Gradius) PC Username: Gradius Post Number: 276 Registered: 2-2002 Rating: N/A |
"Crapcrapcrap." No cover past this point, this was bad. Up against an armored Thud, this was very bad. The armored Thud just started shooting, this was so far bad that wishing that he'd stayed in bed that morning was threatening to become his new personnel motto. Roderick was intending to follow Denver Ave S north-west, duck under 1st Ave S bridge and take cover north of what looked like a bus terminal between Colorado Ave S and Interstate 99. Natalya's cannon fire caught up with him before he even reached the bridge however and he was forced to divert. A series of thuds against his valkyrie's armored legs and back sounded and the young Major opted to hop south-west over the low building beside the start of the bridge to land at the start of S Alaska St. He also opted to make tracks before his cover disintegrated from XS-06 fire. Proceeding west, he launched three missiles at the ground directly behind himself to throw up some cover then he hopped what he assumed to be a very long warehouse (soon to be more ablative cover) and onto the carpark just south of the west section of S Alaska St. It was only then that the Major let himself look at his damage indicators. The rounds that had hit him had their kinetic energy mostly absorbed by his pin-point barrier system. Mostly. The shots to his legs tore a hole in the heel of his left foot while his right back thruster assembly was reporting an activation error. The rest of the shots hadn't done much more than smuge paint and dent armor. All in all, minor damage. For which Roderick was thankful. | ||
| 1LT Natalya Sevastianovna Savitskya (Rapier) PC Username: Rapier Post Number: 31 Registered: 9-2004 Rating: N/A |
Natalya was still shaken from her first mistake. It hadn't cost her mucch but it could have. The heavy armor package provided a great deal of protection, but it didn't make her invincible. Her sensor systems tracked the major until he vanished into the cover of the intervening buildings. The smart thing to do would have been to cut into the maze and cat and mouse the major. With buildings for cover the Heavy Armor gave far more advantage than it did in the open. Natalya usually didn't do the smart thing. All four of her engine systems red-lined, pushing the heavy battroid skyward. She switiched from passive targeting to full active. Her mecha's feet swung forward, pushing the machine into a backwards ascent. The Interstate highway passed underneath, and she hovered out over a residential area, the exhaust from her mecha shredding trees and sending parked cars tumbling across lawns. She was halfway to Dearborn Park when she gained enough altitude to see Major Swee's mecha. Active sensors locked on to the Cutlass with rapid precision. A solid tone rang through her cockpit. Natalya depressed the firing stud and slammed the throttles back to full idle. A cloud of missiles boiled out of the Heavy, even as the mecha dropped back below the clear sightline. THe Heavy armor fell in a parbolic arc, its rearward momentum carrying it into Dearborn Park. Natalya cut the engines back in heartbeats before impact, and settled to respectable landing on the tennis courts. The asphalt sagged under the one-two punch of the mecha's weight and exhaust. 40 missiles spiraled across the Seattle suburbs and into the industrial park. Their simulated brains had but one thought; Kill Roderick Swee. | ||
| MAJ Roderick Swee (Gradius) PC Username: Gradius Post Number: 278 Registered: 2-2002 Rating: N/A |
Just as Roderick finished examining his system damages, just as he closed the damage screen, just as he returned his attention to the fight, the missile lock alarm just about scared him out of his skin. The battroid spun in shock and beheld the sight of forty missile contrails blossoming from an airborne Armored Thunderbolt. "Crap." I really wished I stayed in bed this morning! Short of standing his ground and trying to shoot down as many of the missiles as he could, there was one other thing he could do. It was gonna be close, very close. Leaving a welcoming committee of eight missiles of his own, the Cutlass made a dash north-northwest. Moving as fast as he could, Roderick hopped the short building just north of S Alaska St and boosted across E Marginal Way S, through the carpark at the junction of that road and Diagonal Ave S leaving a trail of scrapped road, broken trees, flares and tossed cars. All this didn't matter to Roderick right now as the enemy missiles that weren't taken out by his own were rapidly catching up with him. He would've been a little bit faster if his right back thruster was still working but ultimately it didn't matter, much. Through the container yard the battroid skimmed across the ground. It's left shoulder clipped and scattered a few of the containers, scattering their contents where they fell. If this were real, Roderick would be wincing at the collateral damage bill that a few fully laden containers of furniture, glassware and magazines would produce. The collision with the containers dented his shoulder armor a little, as his pin-point barriers were still covering his back. This actually brought them back to the forefront of his mind as he'd been a little too busy worrying about getting to his destination to notice. He brought the barriers to the front just as his fist met the wall of the convention hall sitting just south of S Idaho St. Concrete crumbled first around the battroid's fist, then the rest of the front armor and the mecha was inside the huge building. Wasting no time, Roderick dropped more flares and banked left at full speed. Ultimately, fully working back thusters would've altered the outcome. He would've broken the far wall and ended up across S Idaho St and splayed over the flatten building there. As it is, the missiles caught up with him and detonated inside the convention hall instead of against the roof. The explosion didn't do any direct damage since his computer managed to bring his pin-point barriers back to cover his rear in time, but it did impart quite a bit of extra kinetic energy to the fleeing battroid. The Cutlass was picked up and tossed through the west wall, over the long building, through a rather large stack of containers and into the river. The resultant splash was impressive. | ||
| The voice in the back of your head. (Azrael) Player Username: Azrael Post Number: 842 Registered: 7-2002 Rating: N/A |
OOC: After taking a look at the map on google, I think I've got an idea of where are you two at, but since it's been a while since I last RPed, or had to work with maps, please forgive any mistakes I happen to make. BIC: Second Lieutenant Helena McCabe swung herself into the simpod with practiced ease. No matter what the situation was, or what mood she was in, it was always a welcomed sight, even if this time it wasn't a real cockpit. With the push of a few buttons, she'd joined in as an spectator, pending her selecting a vakyrie. So they've started already.. A grin appeared on Helena's face, her eyes shining with expectation as she put her helmet on and finished with the straps that would keep her on her seat as the simulation took place afterwards. While reviewing the list of mecha available, Helena came across something that definitely caught her eye. The VF-0 was listed there. And, while she'd never been the type that longed for the days of the VF-1, she was definitely curious as to what those aircraft handled like. "It's urban combat. You have a good chance of winning with it. Just think of it as giving them a chance at shooting you down." Helena muttered to herself as she pressed the 'select' button and configured its equipment afterwards. But all that talking herself into selecting that particular valkyrie wouldn't hold up if she lost. That she knew already. She'd be, very, very pissed off anyway. No matter how much do people try to convince themselves into changing their own nature, it never works. It wasn't long before the visuals changed to that of the VF-0. She took a long look at them, memorizing the position of all the instruments and indicators. "Are you ready ma'am?" "Yes. Start the simulation." "Yes, ma'am." A long runway appeared before her eyes, in what seemed to be an airport. She had to hurry up. The others probably knew she'd joined in already, and she wasn't about to let her be blown to bits before even getting to know the VF-OS better. "Let's go!" Helena said as she pushed the throttles to the stops and igniting the afterburners, both engines responding accordingly as the aircraft gained speed. She didn't ignite the engines on the QF0 acting as FAST packs though. That would wait in reserve in case she needed to get away with more haste than what the engines' thrust allowed. Takeoff felt like taking off with somewhere close to sixty or seventy percent power on the Thunderbolts she was used to fly. She didn't gain much altitude after takeoff, but reduced power so as not to go supersonic, and flew somewhere close to a dozen feet above the trees as she made her way northeast, towards a source of active radar emissions that she assumed to be one of the two pilots engaged in combat. And, against her earlier predictions, the VF-0 was pretty agile for a valkyrie that old. "Even if slow as hell", she muttered. It wasn't long before the trees below her were gone, replaced for houses and buildings of various types and sorts. Helena made her way to Martin Luther King Way S., on its way north, flying as low as she dared to fly, some of the smaller cars on the street blown away with the jetwash coming from her engines. Ten miles away from what Helena assumed to be a valkyrie with its sensors on 'active' mode, she switched to GERWALK mode, and continued her way north, this time fifteen feet above the street. A close look at a map revealed that there were no buildings tall enough to provide her with a good sniper position on where her target was. So, she'd wait. Switching to BATTROID, she took cover behind what appeared to be a warehouse in the corner of Luther Martin King Way S. and S. Orcas Street. With any luck, she hadn't been spotted yet. | ||
| 1LT Natalya Sevastianovna Savitskya (Rapier) PC Username: Rapier Post Number: 32 Registered: 9-2004 Rating: N/A |
Natalya learned a lesson about battlefield awareness in the aftermath of her attack. She couldn't see anything. Her attempt at complete overkill was Overkill. She had no idea how much damage she'd inflicted, or weather the target was dead. Swee is going to be tearing me a new one for being sloppy, she thought. She Began the long hop to the impact site of her missile barrage, taking the trip slowly and climbing for medium altitude. It was this caution that saved her from a shot in the back. Her active sensors detected and identified the VF-0 almost the instant she cleared the park. Because the simulation was set as a free for all, Natalya had altered the IFF protocol to ID every mecha detected as hostile. The in ternal alarm screams, and an optical pointer appear on the cockpit screens, wraping all the way around her feild of vision system. Natalya dumped power, dropping to the ground directly atop the community center in the park. She back pedaled to clear the impact point and swung her Battroid around to face the new threat. The VF-0's active stealth wasn't up to the task od defeating modern sensors. However, Natalya hadn't thought anyone would opt for an aircraft that hadn't officially exisited until a few month before, and was never used in combat outside of a limited conflict in the South Pacific. So she'd asked for a standard Dowload of tactical threats. The VF-11's computers couldn't make heads or tales of the VF-0, classifing as "UNK". Natalya didn't know how to deal with an UNK, so she laid down a hail of suppressing fire with XS-06 as she backed into the treas on the north west side of the demolished building. As an after thought, she toggled her active sensors to standby. OOC: Sorry about the delay :( Azzy! Good to see ya. Rapier doesn't know exactly where you are, so feel free not to be pinned down. | ||
| The voice in the back of your head. (Azrael) Player Username: Azrael Post Number: 843 Registered: 7-2002 Rating: N/A |
OOC: Good to see you too, IS. =D Long time no see. As for being pinned down, I think that, with Helena's poor choice at a valkyrie and the payload on Natalya's, it'd be close to shooting fish in a barrel. XD BIC: Helena couldn't have been flying the VF-0 for over ten minutes by now, and she'd come to deeply regret her poor choice at selecting a valkyrie. Whoever had taken the time to translate and program the valkyrie's specs into the simulation databases had done a thorough job at it, and it definitely showed. Used to the Thunderbolt's passive sensor capabilities, Helena couldn't help it but feel disappointed at the input from the VF-0's sensor array. But, even if she'd not stopped earlier to think it through, she was piloting a design that was close to fourty years old. It was as if engaging an F-18 while flying a P-51, or worse. A message appeared on one of the MFDs that notified Helena to the change in aspect from the source of the active sensor sweeps that was interpreted by the computer as the target gaining altitude, since the interference caused by buildings and the terrain while on the ground started to diminish. In hopes of getting a chance at shooting (and hopefully) damaging the other VF, Helena made her way to the warehouse's parking lot, her gunpod ready. She didn't rush it though, for she still intended to go by unnoticed until she opened fire. But that wasn't the case. By the time she made it to the parking lot, the enemy VF was already making a hasty descent towards the ground, and didn't have enough time to fire a single round from her gunpod. But now she knew what she was up against, and it wasn't good. At all. While configuring the VF-0 for the joyride she was in, she'd never looked at the screen that offered her the possibility of checking what the other pilots had chosen for themselves, nor had she paid much attention to the battle while acting as a spectator, judging that to be unfair. Now she knew that she was facing an armored Thunderbolt, which hardly was a comforting thought. As for the other valkyrie the Thunderbolt had been engaging, there was no telling on its whereabouts or status. Helena'd just heard the thud of a large explosion on her way to the warehouse, so she pretty much just assumed it to be either damaged or waiting for the ocassion to reveal himself (or herself) again. She'd have to keep an eye open for it though. A couple seconds after the Thunderbolt had turned the community center to a pile of rubble after landing on its roof, a barrage of what appeared to be laser fire or long streams of tracers were fired in the general direction of Helena's position. That only meant one thing. The element of surprise had just flown outta the window. She made a hasty retreat back behind the warehouse as she ordered the computer to do an ammo check. The computer claimed the stealth system to in working order and at its full capacity. I guess that it's just too old to do any good. With the upper fuselage of the QF0 acting as FAST Packs against the wall of the warehouse, Helena readied herself for an all-out attack. If the armored Thud came their way, she'd give it all the missiles the VF-0 was able to launch at once before punching countermeasures and flying away as fast as possible as the enemy VF dealt with the missiles. But the computer showed her that her target was headed northwest instead, towards the trees there, and then it disappeared. Whoever you are, you're good at this. The situation wasn't good from where Helena stood, but that didn't keep a smile from appearing on her face. With both her engines turning at the minimum power necessary to keep the aircraft in the air just above the street and moving, she switched to GERWALK and then started making her way north along Martin Luther King Jr. Way S., turning left on S Lucile St. afterwards until 31st. Ave. S. Since she didn't have surprise anymore, she'd wait once more under the cover of trees. She hoped that her opponent's patience wore thin after not being engaged by her, and come out of the woods and within shooting range. She had an idea that would be interesting to try out. Only time would tell. A glance at the instruments revealed that she'd already depleted some of her VF's fuel reserves. It was far from being critical, but it was a first hand experience for her. She took a mental note of it. |
