- RP Date
- YE 43
- RP Location
- Sanctum System, Asteroid Belt
"Helllloooo everyone!" called out a cheerful voice on the screen. A busty woman in something that looked like a Mithril crossed with a bikini appeared on the screen. She made a double finger gun pose across a thrust-out hip as she smiled dazzlingly.
"You're tuned into Dusk After Dark, the NDC's one-and-only underground thrill show!"
The camera drew back, revealing a lean, yet muscular man, his deeply cut abs and pecs on full display. He, too, wore something like the NDC's military - this time, a knock-off officer's coat with the sleeves torn off to reveal his arms. Where the woman's hair had been long and brilliantly pink, his was blue with a short, swept forward cut.
"That's right, Amura! For your eyes only, our dear audience, we've secured a connection to the NDC's newest warship - the Ravenaca's Watch! We've got it on good authority that the ship's eclectic mix of crew, new tech, and overall mission should keep us entertained for months to come!"
"Ooo!" said the woman, Amura, leaning towards the camera in a tantalizing way. "How'd we pull off getting access to all that?"
The man grinned, crossing his arms across his chest in a way that let him show off his biceps. "It's ... a secret!"
"Rayyy!" she cried in response, pouting dramatically. "To help me get over this heartache, you're going to have to let me watch!"
'Ray' grinned towards the camera in a confidential sort of way, then winked before turning to Amura. "Well, I think we can arrange that.. Alright, Duskers! Your front row seats for the Watch's first war game starts right now!"
Sanctum System
Space
Your regular dose of mecha music - The Winner, from Gundam 0083
Fighters and frames poured out of the belly of the NDS Ravenaca's Watch as the gravity launch system propelled them out in turn from the hangar, subjecting each pilot to considerable G-forces that their cockpits were, thankfully, designed to dampen.
Dozens of allied craft filled the space around the ship as the launch completed, falling into loose formations. Little guidance had been given around lances or squadrons, and even the specifics of the combat itself seemed to have been kept surprisingly loose.
Until now.
"Hello, ghosts," came a familiar woman's face across the comms. "This is your Captain, EVE6. I'm looking forward to seeing how you all perform in today's combat exercise. Squad assignments and more will be influenced by the data we gather today, so do your best!
I know you've all been informed already, but while this is just an exercise, your opponents will be trying to take you out. There's little risk of dying, but if your frame or fighter are too damaged you may find yourself sitting out of combat for quite a while waiting for repairs.
Oh, and there's one small surprise mixed in among all those drones, but I won't spoil it. Good luck!"
Across the asteroid belt, hundreds of drones activated, firing up their thrusters and testing out their maneuverability. The thin, white streaks looked like a sky full of falling stars. Then, their onboard VIs deciding collectively on the best course of action, they disappeared into the protection of the dense field of rocks.
Larger masses, too, lit up, shields flaring to life and weapons coming online. These were fully functional salvaged ships, armed to the teeth and operated by VIs, as well. They didn't try to hide - instead, they signaled the start of the combat by opening up with a salvo of weapons fire meant to shock and disperse the Watch's frame screen before engaging directly.
And, floating mere inches above one of the larger rocks on the border of the field of operation, was a single red Sparrowhawk in fighter form. The pilot inside brushed some blonde hair away from his silver mask and smiled a cruel smile as he took in the veritable buffet of targets he'd get to play with very soon.
"You're tuned into Dusk After Dark, the NDC's one-and-only underground thrill show!"
The camera drew back, revealing a lean, yet muscular man, his deeply cut abs and pecs on full display. He, too, wore something like the NDC's military - this time, a knock-off officer's coat with the sleeves torn off to reveal his arms. Where the woman's hair had been long and brilliantly pink, his was blue with a short, swept forward cut.
"That's right, Amura! For your eyes only, our dear audience, we've secured a connection to the NDC's newest warship - the Ravenaca's Watch! We've got it on good authority that the ship's eclectic mix of crew, new tech, and overall mission should keep us entertained for months to come!"
"Ooo!" said the woman, Amura, leaning towards the camera in a tantalizing way. "How'd we pull off getting access to all that?"
The man grinned, crossing his arms across his chest in a way that let him show off his biceps. "It's ... a secret!"
"Rayyy!" she cried in response, pouting dramatically. "To help me get over this heartache, you're going to have to let me watch!"
'Ray' grinned towards the camera in a confidential sort of way, then winked before turning to Amura. "Well, I think we can arrange that.. Alright, Duskers! Your front row seats for the Watch's first war game starts right now!"
Sanctum System
Space
Your regular dose of mecha music - The Winner, from Gundam 0083
Fighters and frames poured out of the belly of the NDS Ravenaca's Watch as the gravity launch system propelled them out in turn from the hangar, subjecting each pilot to considerable G-forces that their cockpits were, thankfully, designed to dampen.
Dozens of allied craft filled the space around the ship as the launch completed, falling into loose formations. Little guidance had been given around lances or squadrons, and even the specifics of the combat itself seemed to have been kept surprisingly loose.
Until now.
"Hello, ghosts," came a familiar woman's face across the comms. "This is your Captain, EVE6. I'm looking forward to seeing how you all perform in today's combat exercise. Squad assignments and more will be influenced by the data we gather today, so do your best!
I know you've all been informed already, but while this is just an exercise, your opponents will be trying to take you out. There's little risk of dying, but if your frame or fighter are too damaged you may find yourself sitting out of combat for quite a while waiting for repairs.
Oh, and there's one small surprise mixed in among all those drones, but I won't spoil it. Good luck!"
Across the asteroid belt, hundreds of drones activated, firing up their thrusters and testing out their maneuverability. The thin, white streaks looked like a sky full of falling stars. Then, their onboard VIs deciding collectively on the best course of action, they disappeared into the protection of the dense field of rocks.
Larger masses, too, lit up, shields flaring to life and weapons coming online. These were fully functional salvaged ships, armed to the teeth and operated by VIs, as well. They didn't try to hide - instead, they signaled the start of the combat by opening up with a salvo of weapons fire meant to shock and disperse the Watch's frame screen before engaging directly.
And, floating mere inches above one of the larger rocks on the border of the field of operation, was a single red Sparrowhawk in fighter form. The pilot inside brushed some blonde hair away from his silver mask and smiled a cruel smile as he took in the veritable buffet of targets he'd get to play with very soon.
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