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@vanguard-aces
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I kinda wish GenLock had been better received...
And that there were still active Gundam blogs.
"...Sergeant Haring."
âSir.â The Sergeant paused, crutches resting against his thighs. They were the same pair that had seen him through so much, and he wouldnât give them up for anything.Â
âDid you need something?â He hoped so.Â
âThen Iâll let you blaze a path across their bows, and while they stare in awe, we will let them feel our wrath. Zeonâs speed, sir.â
Volk snapped another salute, then turned, limp-crutching as fast as he could towards the hanger and his Zaku.
âMOVE IT YOU CORPSES! YOU WANT THE REPORT GOING BACK TO COMMAND TO BE THAT WEâRE AS SLOW AS OUR NAMESAKE?â
Sergeant Haringâs snapping made Garma bristle, instinctively. It at best brought to mind the Academy cadetsâ bark, and at worst the argumentative snap of Garmaâs eldest brother, when crossed.Â
Garma shook off his apprehension, and made his way back to his parked Dopp, steeling himself before donning his helmetâŚ
âWait for the escort to get fueled and deployed fully, sir. We can at least cover you till you get clear of no-mans-land. After thatâŚâ
Well, the choice was obvious; dump fuel to the burners and let superior Zeon construction send him home safe and sound. Dopps were far faster than anything the Feddies had out here, especially those sad Silverfishâs.Â
âWeâll be oscar mike within a minute fifty.â
He would take a bit longer to get to his Zaku, but damned if he wasnât going to TRY.Â
As it turned out, the few operational mobile suits of the Walking Dead Battalion were scrambled and ready in one minute and fifteen seconds, the best time that Volk had ever seen them do. He was actually quite proud.
Now sealed in his armor, settled into the padding of the control seat of his Zaku, he glanced around.
âClear, sir.â
âRoger. Thank you, Sergeant.â
He gave the Doppâs controls and gauges a brief once-over â Garma was nothing if not thorough, even in the short notice imminent conflict brought. Even if nothing malfunctioned or ran out, being unable to assist the Battalion when necessary would be a severe blight on Garma. Worse still, it would mark him a coward and a liar in the eyes of all, and Kycilia would know of it before all othersâŚ
He cleared the thought from his head, stilling his nervous breaths as they echoed through his helmet, easing his Dopp into the launch bay like clockworkâŚ
âCommander Garma Zabi, requesting clearance to launch.â
âGround to Commander Zabi, we read you. Doors are opening now, clerance granted. Zeon speed, sir.â The launch controller paused to salute through the glass of the control booth with one hand and pull the large lever that opened the main hanger bay doors with her other.Â
Behind Garma stood the four active Zakuâs of the Walking Dead, Volkâs personalized one out front. All stood ready on their launch ramps.Â
There was a THUNK as the launch catapult slid into place for each.
âLead the way out, Commander.â
Hopefully Iâll be able to be on here now that schools done for a bit.Â

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âThen Iâll let you blaze a path across their bows, and while they stare in awe, we will let them feel our wrath. Zeonâs speed, sir.â
Volk snapped another salute, then turned, limp-crutching as fast as he could towards the hanger and his Zaku.
âMOVE IT YOU CORPSES! YOU WANT THE REPORT GOING BACK TO COMMAND TO BE THAT WEâRE AS SLOW AS OUR NAMESAKE?â
Sergeant Haringâs snapping made Garma bristle, instinctively. It at best brought to mind the Academy cadetsâ bark, and at worst the argumentative snap of Garmaâs eldest brother, when crossed.Â
Garma shook off his apprehension, and made his way back to his parked Dopp, steeling himself before donning his helmetâŚ
âWait for the escort to get fueled and deployed fully, sir. We can at least cover you till you get clear of no-mans-land. After that...â
Well, the choice was obvious; dump fuel to the burners and let superior Zeon construction send him home safe and sound. Dopps were far faster than anything the Feddies had out here, especially those sad Silverfishâs.Â
âWeâll be oscar mike within a minute fifty.â
He would take a bit longer to get to his Zaku, but damned if he wasnât going to TRY.Â
As it turned out, the few operational mobile suits of the Walking Dead Battalion were scrambled and ready in one minute and fifteen seconds, the best time that Volk had ever seen them do. He was actually quite proud.
Now sealed in his armor, settled into the padding of the control seat of his Zaku, he glanced around.
âClear, sir.â
Cleaned & typeset version of the comic in this postâ
âThen Iâll let you blaze a path across their bows, and while they stare in awe, we will let them feel our wrath. Zeonâs speed, sir.â
Volk snapped another salute, then turned, limp-crutching as fast as he could towards the hanger and his Zaku.
âMOVE IT YOU CORPSES! YOU WANT THE REPORT GOING BACK TO COMMAND TO BE THAT WEâRE AS SLOW AS OUR NAMESAKE?â
If you watch the new Death Stranding and Call of Duty Modern Warfare trailers together, it makes it look like either Mads is hunting Price, or Price and Mads are working together to go hunt someone else down and they are about to have ONE VERY BAD FUCKING DAY
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Might as well make this easier for you guys when you wake up, since I accidentally commented on both of your posts;
That picture of Sayla with a Winchester is, in fact, Sayla with a Winchester. Its a museum piece she yanked off the wall to defend her house on Texas from an anti-Zeon mob.Â
In the future they might be, but .44 Winchester will still mess a guy up.Â
https://youtu.be/x52u9hsPXyI?t=3655
(Hereâs the scene from the dubbed version of the Origins anime)
vanguard-acesâ:
âCrystal.â Bishop stood straighter and saluted properly, making sure his boots were nice and even with each other as he did.Â
âAnything you give me, Iâll get to those who need it.â
Well that had gone a lot easier than he had expected⌠Though who this new Commander was, that could beâŚinteresting.Â
But heâd gotten along with all kinds of people working as a mercenary pilot. Heâd work with whoever she sent.Â
âCommander Malkal?â
Euphemia spoke up, asking for the Commander to make her apperance. She had violet eyes and blonde hair, moving with ease as she kept her stance firm, she holding no fear, no qualms of her position. She was a commander. She had no reason to fret.
âLady Euphemia.â
Euphemia gave her the instructions, before she remarked.Â
âGodspeed.â
And Euphemia left.
â..It will be a pleasure working with you. Shall we?â Lelia asked.
âLead the way, maâam.â Wow. Surprisingly young for a Commander. But then again, that was Britannia for you...the young and the royal got seats higher up than those who werenât.Â
He would reserve his thoughts on competence for whenever it was needed.Â
âIts a pleasure to meet you, by the way.â
She had fire, he could see it in her stance. He LIKED it.Â
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Garma thanked Hester for informing them, giving her a curt nod. There wasnât any time to discuss Sergeant Haringâs suit further, he feared â the Walking Dead Squadron now had more urgent business to attend to, and his presence gave them a target.
His eyes met Sergeant Haringâs once more. âUnderstood. Iâll send the suit over as soon as I can acquire it â weâll stay in contact. In the meantime, my leave should give the Feddies enough of a distraction so as not to disturb you any further.â
He gave a final salute before he took his leave, his face a mask of determination. âThank you all. Again, I promise my supportâŚâ
A hollow promise, as he intended to avoid the fire of Feddie tanks in the practice of leading them awayâŚ
âWhile I appreciate the dramatic heroism, sir, our orders are clear on this. We canât let the Federation gain a foothold on the Washington side of the bank. If they do, theyâll set up artillery and tanks, and weâll be in for a hellstorm of shells.â
It had happened once before. The day of explosive rain had been hell, before theyâd managed to wade a quartet of Zakuâs across the shallower bank of the Columbia and knock them out. Even then the âGraveyard of the Pacificâ had nearly claimed one of the suits, the sandbar it stood upon suddenly vanishing as a wave washed the sand out from under it.Â
âNot to speak out of turn, but might be better if we hit them from two fronts. You lead the frontal assault, get their attention, while my Zaku unit strikes them when their back is turned. Fly hard and fast and they wont even have a chance to scratch your transports paint.â
âUnderstood. Direct me to the pilots leading the frontal assault with me, then â Iâll strategize a plan for distraction. I leave your unit to your own mission,â he assured, conviction in his dark eyes.Â
âMy utmost faith is with you, Sergeant.â
âYour looking at one of them.â Volk couldnât help but grin.Â
âA leaders place is at the front lines, and as much as I hate to admit it, my Zakuâs one of the few we have with a working 100mm machine gun still. We might have another two suits to bring to the front, but thatâs about it. Everyone else has Heat Hawks and âzukas. â
It would still work thoughâŚif they planned it out right.Â
âCorporal Sharp can handle the flanking assault. Sheâs done it before.â
A 100mm rifle⌠Garma twirled a lock of hair. Impressive. Even for a single Zaku, thatâs all the firepower weâd likely needâŚ
âExcellent,â Garma remarked. âWeâll pull it off without a hitch. I admire your willingness to stand with your men, and trust your judgement, so naturally I trust Corporal Sharpâs, too.â
âThank you, sir. I promise, weâll get you through this, safe and sound.â He turned on his crutches, to the girl who bore âSharpâ on her uniformâs front. She was already scrambling back, shouting orders in a heavily accented voice, calling for other pilots. Around them, the lines of soldiers that had greeted Garma were breaking up, pilots and crew running for their stations.
Volk turned back to Garma.Â
âNow might be a good time to return to your transport. Weâve got a few Gaws on base...we can use those close the gap.â He assumed that the Commander had ridden in one of the large transports. They were about all Zeon had to use in this portion of the north. Damn Saberfish, and damn the Seahawk and its insane mobility and beam weapons too!
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Garma thanked Hester for informing them, giving her a curt nod. There wasnât any time to discuss Sergeant Haringâs suit further, he feared â the Walking Dead Squadron now had more urgent business to attend to, and his presence gave them a target.
His eyes met Sergeant Haringâs once more. âUnderstood. Iâll send the suit over as soon as I can acquire it â weâll stay in contact. In the meantime, my leave should give the Feddies enough of a distraction so as not to disturb you any further.â
He gave a final salute before he took his leave, his face a mask of determination. âThank you all. Again, I promise my supportâŚâ
A hollow promise, as he intended to avoid the fire of Feddie tanks in the practice of leading them awayâŚ
âWhile I appreciate the dramatic heroism, sir, our orders are clear on this. We canât let the Federation gain a foothold on the Washington side of the bank. If they do, theyâll set up artillery and tanks, and weâll be in for a hellstorm of shells.â
It had happened once before. The day of explosive rain had been hell, before theyâd managed to wade a quartet of Zakuâs across the shallower bank of the Columbia and knock them out. Even then the âGraveyard of the Pacificâ had nearly claimed one of the suits, the sandbar it stood upon suddenly vanishing as a wave washed the sand out from under it.Â
âNot to speak out of turn, but might be better if we hit them from two fronts. You lead the frontal assault, get their attention, while my Zaku unit strikes them when their back is turned. Fly hard and fast and they wont even have a chance to scratch your transports paint.â
âUnderstood. Direct me to the pilots leading the frontal assault with me, then â Iâll strategize a plan for distraction. I leave your unit to your own mission,â he assured, conviction in his dark eyes.Â
âMy utmost faith is with you, Sergeant.â
âYour looking at one of them.â Volk couldnât help but grin.Â
âA leaders place is at the front lines, and as much as I hate to admit it, my Zakuâs one of the few we have with a working 100mm machine gun still. We might have another two suits to bring to the front, but thatâs about it. Everyone else has Heat Hawks and âzukas. â
It would still work though...if they planned it out right.Â
âCorporal Sharp can handle the flanking assault. Sheâs done it before.â
rx-amuro :
I donât have much when it comes to icons and such, but - this is a new Amuro Ray account, as you might be able to see. Mostly focused on Mobile Suit Gundam, though crossovers are definitely appreciated, and expansion into other series is definitely possible.Â
Iâm a very experienced roleplayer and quite nice.Â
Spare a reblog or a follow if youâre interested? Itâd be greatly appreciated.Â

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Garma thanked Hester for informing them, giving her a curt nod. There wasnât any time to discuss Sergeant Haringâs suit further, he feared â the Walking Dead Squadron now had more urgent business to attend to, and his presence gave them a target.
His eyes met Sergeant Haringâs once more. âUnderstood. Iâll send the suit over as soon as I can acquire it â weâll stay in contact. In the meantime, my leave should give the Feddies enough of a distraction so as not to disturb you any further.â
He gave a final salute before he took his leave, his face a mask of determination. âThank you all. Again, I promise my supportâŚâ
A hollow promise, as he intended to avoid the fire of Feddie tanks in the practice of leading them awayâŚ
âWhile I appreciate the dramatic heroism, sir, our orders are clear on this. We canât let the Federation gain a foothold on the Washington side of the bank. If they do, theyâll set up artillery and tanks, and weâll be in for a hellstorm of shells.â
It had happened once before. The day of explosive rain had been hell, before theyâd managed to wade a quartet of Zakuâs across the shallower bank of the Columbia and knock them out. Even then the âGraveyard of the Pacificâ had nearly claimed one of the suits, the sandbar it stood upon suddenly vanishing as a wave washed the sand out from under it.Â
âNot to speak out of turn, but might be better if we hit them from two fronts. You lead the frontal assault, get their attention, while my Zaku unit strikes them when their back is turned. Fly hard and fast and they wont even have a chance to scratch your transports paint.â
vanguard-acesâ:
âNot for me. Too far gone. Iâm looking at the future generations, the ones that are going to be born and live in half-shattered colonies, or the inside of Axis. The only place with less gravity than a space colony is the inside of an asteroid fortress that doesnt really move. And I dont think anyones come up with an answer for fixing that just yet.â
At least she dreamed big. That alone was fairly valuable to them. A lot of the thinkers of both sides of the One Year War had ended up radioactive space dust.
He turned back to face her mobile suit, looking it up and down again.
Perhaps he could ask her for help with their own MS programsâŚbut later.
Or heâd just let Char do it.
She nods softly. âFair enough. I can⌠try at least. Iâm fairly sure I can help.â She gives a small sigh. âPeople really can be a mess, canât they⌠That things would get this far out of handâŚâ She says that more to herself than anyone in particular.
With that she pulls out a small tablet and starts working away at it, her tail swishing behind her now and then. âOut of curiosity, Volk. What is⌠your thoughts on the AEUG from the time of the Gryps conflict?â
She glances out of the corner of her eye at him as she kept working. âThat was a pretty good case of the right people getting together for the right reason. Though in some ways it was perhaps not the right time⌠what if someone told you that a new AEUG was going to form to have another go at rooting out the corruption in the Federation?â
âIâm Zeon. Born and raised. I was four years old when the universe took Zeon Daikun from us, and I watched my home chaff under the collar of the Federation from that. I fought against them during the One Year War. The Titans were just another set of chains on spacenoids, different uniform, same result. And if I could have flown again, Iâd have joined the AUEG and fought alongside Char. As it was, I could barely even use my crutches at that point. The One Year War beat me down something fierce.â
That had not changed. He would, and always would be, hate Earthnoids. Hate the Federation, or whatever might replace it. It was in his blood.Â
âIf thereâs another group like that forming, Iâm interested.â
He could care less about corruption. But to fight again...
Another idea rolled around in his head. She couldnât probably fix him fully enough to walk...but what if she could let him fly again. Repair the splicing for the Reuse-O system that had let him pilot his Zaku during the One Year War.Â