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Post by The Green Flame on Dec 8, 2014 3:15:06 GMT
The Cannon pilot simply shrugged, sparing a glance towards Caiden, “It’s all in good fun, no need to get all bent out of shape about it. Besides, it’ll just be like before but with some extra hands with us. You and Nathan upfront with Amelia, Julian and Harry do what they do best, I fire away with my cannon, Cheska picks some Zekes off,” he paused for a moment, shaking his head, “Well, she would pick some Zekes off if she got out the hospital already…”
“Point is, it’s nothing to get worried about. All our man Nathan has to do is wake up, slap on his badge, and act normal like the rest of us in our slightly larger team. Which reminds me,” Ben looked towards Julian, “What’s the new set up going to be? Now that there’s six, sorry, seven of us we can’t just go out in a mishmash split amongst us.”
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Post by kylethearcher on Dec 12, 2014 4:44:57 GMT
Caiden shrugged at Ben's remark. The boy had many years and definitely had plenty of youth to spare. He'd admit he was somewhat jealous and would kill a thousand Zekes just to get his old zeal back. However, he did wonder if Karma would strike back on them. It was a worrying thought but he dismissed it, rather not think of the loss of another ally. Instead he looked to the present and what they could do to finally bring this war to a end. "The boy raises a valid point." He commented, knowing very well that a larger group would require a different way of doing things. They started off with only five and now they have seven.
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Post by Darkapostle222 on Dec 19, 2014 18:17:24 GMT
Harry let out a slight whistle at Amelia's story, leaning back in his chair as he looked at the newest member of the team, "You were at California Base during the invasion? Shit. That must've been insane. Julian and I were stationed up in space for most of the early months and only came down to Earth a bit before Odessa. I mean, those battles weren't great either but at least we had battleships to back us up. It must've been a slaughter."
A glare of annoyance flashed across Julian's face as he gave his friend a momentary chastising glance. He obviously wasn't pleased with the way he was talking about the battle that had taken place when Zeon had first taken California Base form the Federation. He was well aware that far too many good men had lost their lives in that battle, powerless against Zeon's Mobile Suits. Amelia's family itself had suffered due to what had occurred and the casual way with which he was speaking about it wasn't making him happy.
Still, he recovered quickly as he heard Ben's question, a smile forming on his face once more as if his emotional state had never changed. "I'm glad you asked, Ben. In fact, I've been thinking about it for awhile. I think the best thing to do will be to split us up into two teams, one focusing on long-range combat and the other specializing in mid-to-close range combat. Harry will be in charge of Team Two which will be made up of Ben and Cheska while Nathan will be with Amelia and Caiden as Team One. I'll technically be with Team One but I think we'd be better off with me switching roles as necessary."
"So you'd be a lone wolf?" asked Madeline.
"Of sorts. If things go as planned then Team Two will be able to manage on its own and will be free to focus on ranged support. Still, it's good to be open to any eventualities."
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Post by Stahlengel on Dec 21, 2014 4:21:41 GMT
“It was.” Amelia replied to Harry’s comment, and there was a hard edge to her voice, her expression darkened as she thought about the horrors she had seen. “Very, very few people made it out alive, once the Zeon Earth Attack Force landed. Whether they were soldiers or not.” She said no more, as her thoughts dwelled on her mother, and the hundreds, if not thousands of deaths - not just Federation soldiers, but civilian relatives as well…including her own mother. She had been lucky to get out unharmed. Her father had been fortunate to even get out at all.
Finally, Ben brought up a question that had occurred to her as well; the distribution of an uneven number of pilots. He, as a GM Cannon pilot, and Cheska - whom she had not met, but whom she recalled piloted a GM Sniper Custom - made logical long-range fire-support units, though two out of seven pilots was inadequate in her opinion. Then Commander Miller stepped in and addressed the question, proposing as a solution two three-man teams, with Commander Miller going wherever he was needed, as well as overall leader. She had, however, one concern: The base production-model GM, a great machine though it was, was less than ideally equipped for long-range fire support. She supposed that she would need to equip heavier weaponry - a bazooka, perhaps, or something similar - as it was doubtful that a beam rifle would be available for her to use. “Not a lone wolf so much as serving as a sort of an uncommitted reserve, as well as coordinating between the two teams.” She spoke up. “That would allow greater tactical flexibility by allowing the Commander to reinforce either the close-range attack or long-range support team, as the needs of combat dictate.” She was impressed, so far. Though she wondered how these people would react at a wet-behind-the-ears rookie Ensign being so outspoken, she didn’t particularly care.
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Post by The Green Flame on Dec 29, 2014 1:25:45 GMT
“So that’s your angle, pretty good set up I gotta say,” he nodded in agreement. Splitting them up into two teams dedicated to their strengths was a novel solution. The second in particular, where they could simply fire away from relative safety and let the rest deal with anyone who got a bit daring. Not that they couldn’t handle themselves if they were in a pinch but between the three of them, Ben didn’t quite have confidence in his melee prowess. At least Harry had a Gundam and Cheska’s Sniper Custom wasn’t a slouch either. The Cannon was a bit lumbering. Adequate but lumbering.
“He’d be bouncing back and forth for whoever needs help the most, basically,” he noted, summing up Amelia’s analysis of Julian’s own role, “Well if anyone can do it, it’s definitely Julian. Perfect for our star player,” he added before his brow furrowed, another issue coming to mind in relation to Julian’s position. “Wouldn’t he gather the wrong kind of attention eventually if he’s our everyman? I hear the Zekes have this kinda thing against the Gundam, always ready to gun it down if given the chance. Harry is a bit low key if he’s back with me and Cheska but boss man will be pretty obvious if he’s rushing around all the time.”
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Post by kylethearcher on Dec 30, 2014 3:39:01 GMT
Caiden was satisfied with the answer that was presented to him. However, there were still some problems, at least according to Ben. "I fer one trust Julian's abilities but that does bring up a point. Still, if he is willing to take the risks, I say let 'em." He responded to Ben's concerns. It wasn't him not caring about his superior's well being. It is simply confidence that the kid is able to take care of himself.
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Post by Darkapostle222 on Jan 4, 2015 21:03:38 GMT
Julian maintained a slight smile as he listened to his new team talk among themselves over what his role in the formations would be. It was a good thing to hear. It was only a few weeks ago that the pilots in front of him had been rather disorganized and inexperienced in terms of fighting together and as Mobile Suit pilots. Now they were starting to think tactically even off of the battlefield. It was an encouraging sign that they were starting to learn and he knew that it would make them a force to be reckoned with.
"I appreciate the vote of confidence from all of you," he began, "But they've got the long and short of it Madeline. I'll just be helping out the different teams as need be. We never know how the Zekes will come at us so having a degree of flexibility will help prevent them from gaining the advantage. As for gaining their attention," he added looking at Ben, "I don't mind at all if the Zekes want to focus on me. Hell, I welcome it even. Let them focus on me. I'd enjoy the challenge and it leaves the rest of you even more room to operate in."
As Julian spoke about this there was a glint in his eye, a childlike excitement over the idea of facing off against challenging opponents. Still, realizing that he was staring off into space for a moment, Julian caught himself and brought himself back into reality.
"Well, that's enough of that. I'd say that we've wasted enough time for now. You're all dismissed for now. We'll probably have a mission coming up in the next few days so make sure you're all rested up. Amelia? Ben, Madeline and the others will help you get settled in our team's barracks."
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Post by Stahlengel on Jan 6, 2015 4:26:56 GMT
Amelia listened, as Commander Miller confirmed her assessment of his role in their tactical formation - which made sense, as it was the most logical way to handle an odd number of pilots in their slightly large unit. The added flexibility of his presence as a sort of "wild card" gave their team an edge in that he could support whichever role needed it, as the needs of battle required. She remembered an old adage that had been a favorite of her father's, from some officer in the old A.D. calendar, centuries ago - the name eluded her: "No plan ever survives first contact with the enemy." And that was why Commander Miller's role in their formation, and - as he'd said - the extra flexibility it gave them was such an advantage.
With that, they were dismissed. “Thank you, sir.” he replied formally as Commander Miller addressed her, advising her that the other pilots would help her get settled into the barracks. She had few personal possessions, all of which were in a single black duffel bag she'd brought with her. She retrieved the bag, then made her way over to where the other pilots were located. Unsure of how to broach the conversation, she waited.
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