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kongurous
08-26-2008, 8:01 PM
Humanity first began living in the heavens seventy-nine years ago with the foundation of the first cluster of colonies, known as Side 1, at Lagrange Point Five. Since then, at every Lagrange Point, at least one Side has been constructed, the Moon has been colonized, and there are even regular trips to mine the Jovian atmosphere for precious Helium-3. Indeed, all seemed well and even a new time-keeping system was devised upon the completion of Side 1. Known as the Universal Century, it was to mark the time when Earthlings finally began to live off of their home world. With the area of human influence known as the Earth Sphere, Earth herself united under the Earth Federation, and all of the colonies united as one, all was well and it was peaceful for a time.

Of course, there will almost always be conflict wherever you find people and in UC 0058, the colonies at Side 3 seceded from the Earth Federation’s control and declared themselves the Republic of Zeon. Although economic pressure was applied the Federation, Zeon was not persuaded back into the fold and developed its own National Guard unit shortly after independence. While their first leader, Zeon Zum Deikun, was a shrewd and kind ruler, he unexpectedly (in official circles) died in UC 0068, leaving no successor. In the power vacuum that followed, the militaristic Zabi family took over and rechristened the Side 3 the Principality of Zeon.

The new sovereign of Zeon, Degwin Zabi, rapidly expanded the National Guard unit into a full-fledged military with a navy and an army and harnessing the power of Minovsky Reactors, which used Helium-3 in an efficient reaction that produced immense amounts of power with a peculiar waste product known as a Minovsky particle, the Mobile Suit was invented with the deployment of the MS-05 Zaku I in UC 0075. Research into using Minovsky reactors in other fields was funded and soon, Zeon’s military might matched that of the Federation’s, with their new mobile suits and new lines of ships.

While the Federation did not consider Zeon a legitimate threat at the time, it did implement a series of rearmament plans once Zeon began to increase uncomfortably in both military and political power. Two new classes of capital ships were fielded, the mighty Magellan-class battleship and the versatile Salamis-class cruiser, and it was widely believed to all but Zeon that if war broke out, the Federation would achieve a quick victory as it vastly outnumbered the Principality both in size and resources.

Under the rallying speeches of the charismatic son of Degwin Zabi, Gihren Zabi, Zeon’s citizens were united against the Federation. Preaching that the colonists who lived in space, known to Zeon as Spacenoids, were far superior to the Earthnoid Elite whose ambitions and power were not restrained by the metaphoric gravity of Earth, war was declared on January 3, 0079 only moments before Zeon enacted the most devastating operation in human history upon Earth.

With lightning raids committed by the Zeonic Musai-class cruisers, which one-upped their Salamis counter parts by being able to transport three mobile suits at a time, and the new MS-06 Zaku II, the Zeonic military quickly attacked the colonies at Side 2 and completely wiped clean of life one of the colonies. In what was known as Operation British, Zeon opened up with unrestricted NBC warfare on Earth and used their sterilized colony as a weapon itself, dropping it on Earth with the intention of dropping it on the military headquarters of the Federation, Jaburo Base, in South America. Although it could not be destroyed in time, the Earth Federation Space Forces were able to damage the colony enough to make it break up on re-entry and the main portion fell short of Jaburo, instead impacting on Sydney, Australia, and completely wiping out the city. Debris landed all over the world, but mostly in the oceans, and tsunamis and seismic disturbances ravaged the ecosystems of Earth. Billions of Earthlings died during the first week of the war and all of the Sides watched in stunned awe as Zeon, the perceived underdog, had single-handedly crippled the Earth Federation in such a short amount of time.

Instead of surrendering, the Federation instead demanded Zeon agree to the Antarctic Treaty, which would outlaw the use of NBC agents and colony drops, as well as other rules of war. Reluctantly, the Principality agreed and then invaded Earth in full force. Despite being unused to fighting within an atmosphere, Zeon’s forces were able to take over Eastern Europe, North America, the ruins of Australia, and Africa. In Europe and South America, the Zeonic offensive was ground to a stalemate with the use of massed, if old, weapons and so the stalemate continued from late January to the middle of October, 0079, where little land was gained or lost by either side and there were few political deals between them.

In the middle of October, the Federation’s V Project was revealed, with the deployment of the RX-78-2 Gundam, the RGM-79 GM mobile suit, and the Pegasus-class carrier to transport these units across space. Hundreds of GMs began to pour out of the Federation’s factories at Side 7 and with these new units, which were on-par with the Zaku II, the Federation began to win back lost ground at a stunning rate.

It is November, 0079, in Cairo, in the territory formerly known as Egypt. For 11 months, this area has been under control by Zeonic forces and the people of the area have gotten used to Zeon rule. Upstream along the Nile River, however, a column of Federation troops, tanks, artillery, and mobile suits are moving to take this valuable city from Zeon’s hands.

It is up to you, the proud soldiers of Zeon’s garrison forces, to ensure this does not happen. Fight with strength, strike with certainty, and above all, Sieg Zeon!

Technical details: First off, thanks for reading my first attempt at an RP story in a long time. I hope you’re still interested and if you aren’t, well, that’s fine too. As it said earlier, the players are soldiers of Zeon in Cairo. And you’re mobile suit pilots, but if you want to be a grunt on the ground, feel free to ask. And if you think I’m an unoriginal whore, get in line because a lot of people probably want to call me a myriad variety of names. And because of the inherent unoriginality in this entire thing, I'd love some sort of depth to your characters to compensate. Here’s your character sheet, too.

Name: (Self-explanatory.)
Age: (Self-explanatory but keep it reasonable. By that, I mean between the ages of 15 and 35 unless you ask to be older/younger.)
Rank: (Your rank in Zeon’s military. Pick something generically army sounding that isn’t too important, like Lieutenant or Sergeant or something. I’m not picky.)
Mobile Suit: (You can pick anything between a Zaku I and a Gelgoog. Custom units may be allowed if you’re special. http://mahq.net/mecha/gundam/msgundam/index.htm there’s a list of mobile suits and other vehicles used by both sides.)
Biography: (I don’t care how long this is as long as I know something about your character’s backstory.)

Tanis
08-26-2008, 8:20 PM
MOBILE SUIT DICK: CAIRO IN BUTT

Back on topic.

Name: Harrison Thomas Arp
Age: 27
Rank: Lieutenant
Mobile Suit: To be disclosed.
Biography: Mr. Arp was a member of the Zeonic armed force before the initial outbreak of hostilities which resulted in the One Year War, and during the first two months of the war he was in a Zaku I as an ammunition mule for artillery positions in Odessa before he was transferred to Cairo as a garrison level officer when Zeon needed pilots. Want to know more? Ask him.

kongurous
08-26-2008, 11:30 PM
Name: Zacharias Strauss
Age: 23
Rank: Civilian employed by Zeon Earth Attack Force.
Mobile Suit: MS-05B Zaku I
Biography: Zacharias is a native Egyptian, the son of a wealthy German man and his wife who owned a penthouse in downtown Cairo. Unfortunately, because his father's business was headquartered in Side 3, when it became independent, the following economic sanctions, growing hostility, and differences in currencies ruined the business and sent the family down from the upper class down to the lower middle class. At first Zach tried out for the Federation Navy but was turned away for unspecified reasons although he suspected it was because of his family's connection with Zeon. When the Principality invaded in early January, however, they brought jobs and a powerful economy with him and so Zach signed up with the civilian division of workers and became a dockworker, lifting cargo both from ships and space-born traffic coming into the city. Technically in the military, it's his duty to do his part to defend Cairo but given his mobile suit and how it stands up to the Federation's own model, he is understandably apprehensive about the upcoming battle.

Biohazard
08-27-2008, 1:43 AM
Name: Haden Chaar
Age: 22
Rank:Corporal
Mobile Suit: YMS-14 Gelgoog
Biography: Haden was born on Side 3. From the moment of his birth he was ingrained with a hatred for Earth and the Federation. The moment that he graduated from High School he enlisted himself into the military where he applied for officer school in the Zeon Navy. Unfortunately his grades weren't as high as some of the others in his class and he was unfortunately rejected. Haden reluctantly joined the Mobile Suit Corps where he was trained on a Zaku-I. After seeing combat in the invasion of Earth and applying for promotions, his experience and prowess with a mobile suit allowed him to enter into the MS-14 Project where he trained on the new, high-performance Gelgoog Mobile Suit. As a final "test" of the suit's durability and performance capabilities he was stationed in Cairo where the harsh climate and environment would help work out some of the remaining kinks in the model.

Tanis
08-30-2008, 5:26 AM
The blazing heat of the Egyptian sun beat heavily down on the streets and skyscrapers of Cairo as Apolyon, a MS-09F Dom Tropen, strode down an empty street, Harrison seeming board with his run of the mill patrol of the southern borders of the city. He checked his watch. Nine thirty in the morning. Before long the sun would be at it’s peak and so would the heat.

“This is one thing I hate of Earth, this infernal climate.” Harrison cursed into the mic.

“What was that sir? I couldn’t hear you over my air conditioning unit.” Bravo Two commented.

“Nothing. I’m returning to base, take up your patrol along Route 36 down into the suburbs, move east twenty five miles and cut north along Route 12 and head back to base. It should take you about an hour.”

“Aye, sir.” Bravo Two replied.

Turning Apolyon up the road, Harrison moved his suit at a rather leisurely pace, not really wanting to return to base for another mount of paperwork about how absolutely nothing happened on his patrol, followed by doing nothing for a few days before his unit’s patrol rotation began again. He longed to be shipped out to somewhere he and his team were needed. Harrison spotted Bravo Two in his Zaku II heading in the opposite direction down a parallel street and nodded in the cockpit. Another week in the life of a garrison pilot was grinding to an end.

Harrison was day dreaming when he faintly heard what sounded like weapons fire in his rear. He shook his head for a moment, and a few seconds later; he clearly heard what was the rapid spurt of cannon fire. Was there a training exercise in the southern plains? There wasn’t anything in the weekly briefing about live fire practice. Harrison tried the com systems.

“Bravo Two, give me a report on that firing.”

The comms system was devoid of voice, but there was clearly interference of some sort. The kind that an excess of Minovsky particles produced. Harrison frantically checked all of his systems. His main weapon, the 880mm Rocket Cannon, was loaded with a five round magazine and he had a spare on his left hip. His 90mm Rifle was secured on his rear skirt and he had three magazines on his right hip. His heat saber was charged and ready. He changed frequencies several times.

“Bravo Two, this is One, reply.”

Harrison tried twice more, and there was nothing. Then, he received a message on his console, a notice from HQ.

-This is HQ to any available units; we have men down at Navigation Point Gamma in the southern city. Bravo Two reports six Federation Human-types on scene. Bandits are hostile. Repeat, bandits ARE hostile.-

Harrison sent a reply that he was heading to provide blackup.

Turning Apolyon about, Harrison kicked his hovering thrusters to full power and blasted south down the wide boulevard, his Rocket launcher leading the way as he swiveled his head from left to right, finally locking on the point of conflict. He could make out the tracers of rifle fire and explosions, as well as collapsing towers as the Federation units moved north into the city. Apolyon turned left on his thrusters and dropped to the ground, running at full speed. There, just a short while away, was Bravo Two’s Zaku, and from the looks of it, he was not well. They were in direct laser communications range now.

“One, this is Bravo Two, they’re all over me, g-get down here!”

Bravo Two was scared.

“Sit tight Bravo Two, I’m on it. What’s your status?”

“A…Alpha hip actuator’s out, I’ve lost my targeting system and my weapons are gone. Look out, two GMs behind that high rise!” Bravo Two yelled as he limped away and turned to the tower on his left.

The RGM-79 stepped out into the intersection, raising his rifle at Apolyon as the Dom Tropen lined up and fired his Rocket Launcher, the massive warhead impacting the GM’s shield, blowing right through it and into the torso behind it. The Federation suit backpedaled into a parking structure and slid down, a hole the size of a bus blown through it’s left chest. Apolyon swiveled left and Harrison looked to Bravo Two.

“He’s got a lock he’s got a-“ The communication was cut short as a bazooka round took the Zaku II off at the hips, the shockwave of the reactor going critical blowing down walls and buildings nearby. Apolyon shielded himself with the ballistic shield on his left arm, and blasted forward through the smoke, swearing. He turned left and faced down a wide, long highway.

His console beeped.

-Bravo One, what is your situation?-

At the end of the highway was a GM with a bazooka leveled his direction.

“Oh sh-“

The GM fired and the rocket hit his shield. Harrison felt his Dom fly through a flimsy building and hit something hard.

The world went black.


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iHawk
08-30-2008, 5:47 AM
Name: Wretch Stevens
Age: 22
Rank: Sergeant
Mobile Suit: Custom yellow Gouf with basic equipment (arm gattling, heat-whip, heat sword), in addition to a spiked shield and an elongated horn. In black paint the number 87 adorns one shoulder while a decal of a wasp graces the other. The chest and legs are also painted black.
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Biography: To be added later.

Biohazard
08-30-2008, 3:37 PM
Haden sat on his cot in the barracks viewing his datapad, the info that scrolled across its screen showed large troop numbers advancing towards Cairo. Apparently satellite and aerial surveillance had picked up a column of federation armor and infantry advancing along the Nile River. There would be a briefing in five minutes concerning their defense plan and a distribution of orders.

The Corporal was shaken from his trance by sirens that began blaring from loudspeakers around the base. Haden, still in his fatigues, ran to the door of the barracks and flung it open, in the streets were soldiers running to and fro. Suddenly Haden was thrown back into the barracks by an explosion in the middle of the road. Haden rose slowly, his vision was blurry, and he felt something warm on his forehead. He slowly reached up and placed his fingers against his forehead, blood.

Haden stumbled from the dilapidated barracks to figure out what had happened, a large crater marred the street. Immediately he knew the feddies had bombed them, he shaded his eyes against the sun and gazed out, nearly twenty columns of thick black smoke rose in various places around the base. Haden peered down the road and saw a truck approaching from the distance; having regained his sense Haden flagged down the vehicle and hopped in the back along with several other pilots he had seen around the base.

“Enemies have been spotted at NavPoint Gamma, they’ve got another flight of bombers along the way,” the sergeant driving the vehicle yelled over the wind rushing past the vehicle. Suddenly Haden heard the sound of jet engines approaching from the rear; he looked and saw two squadrons of Dopp fighters flying in an intercept formation.

“Looks like those bombers are in for some trouble,” Haden grinned, wiping away some of the blood that was running down the bridge of his nose.

The truck made a hard right into a massive hangar where several mobile suits stood, being hastily fitted with extra ammo. Haden hopped out of the truck after it skidded to a stop and ran up to his Gelgoog where he mounted a hydraulic lift and ascended to the cockpit. A technician had his head buried in the wirings of an open panel; Haden wasn’t sure what he was doing.

“What’s going on?” Haden said as he eyed his black and orange Gelgoog. A 3 barreled 35mm machine gun was mounted on the right arm; a double beam saber was mounted horizontally on the recharge rack; and the shield was mounted on the back. Haden noticed his beam rifle was missing, “Where’s my beam rifle?”

“We had to run some diagnostic testing on it; it’s over on the rack with the other weapons,” the technician spoke as he extracted his head from the panel, “Everything checks out, now get out there and kill those Feddies.”

Haden nodded and climbed into the cockpit, as he pulled the lever that closed the hatch the monitors lit up and ran the automatic diagnostic tests. After placing a headset over his head, the corporal’s fingers danced across the console: ammo counters, sonar scanner, visual, communication; everything was green. The hum of the minovsky reactor sent relaxing vibrations through Haden’s body, but the corporal was still a little nervous. Haden was part of the Ace Corps, but he had never come up against so many troops at once before.

“HQ this is Corporal Haden Chaar; I’m setting out for NavPoint Gamma, over,” Haden spoke into the headset.

-Acknowledged, Corporal, we’re sending a unit of Zaku-II’s out to meet you, over-

After the lift detached itself, Haden moved his suit over to the rack of weapons. He nimbly picked up his beam rifle which automatically integrated itself with his weapons systems. After glancing back at the other pilots climbing into their suits, Haden sprinted out of the hangar to provide backup to the endangered Bravo team.

kongurous
08-31-2008, 12:48 AM
Zacharius idly fiddled with a little pewter model on his hands. It was that of an MS-05B Zaku I, a gift from one of his many friends in the full-fledged military. Originally unpainted, it was now in the colors of the legendary Char Aznable, the Red Comet and Zach kept it with him both as a reminder and as a good luck charm while on the job.

A low rumble brought him back to reality and he looked up to the view screen in front of him. Although the dock workers had been given indefinite paid leave from work and urged to evacuate, Zach still reported in this morning and piloted his own Zaku around the port, which was currently running on a skeleton crew and his own mobile suit being the only one operated at the moment. He was currently sitting in an empty warehouse waiting for... nothing in particular.

He felt this city's days as a Zeonic stronghold were numbered. He knew it was going to end, he knew he was probably going to die. He knew that as long as he sat here, in this uniform, in this mobile suit, he was vulnerable and that he was always vulnerable even when not in his suit. In truth, he had no idea why he was still here with Zeon other than loyalty to the workplace and he briefly wondered if such were worth his life.

Another rumble, this time more intense, jostled this thoughts. Zach swiveled the eye piece of his Zaku to the left and right but saw nothing but warehouse. Sighing and placing the model back into its place on a little caddy suspended from the ceiling of the cockpit, he maneuvered the suit into a crouching position and inched his way out of the warehouse and stood up to its full height and surveyed his surroundings again.

There wasn't a soul to be seen but the rumble continued to come, this time with more frequency. To his back was the wide Nile River and the Cairo on the other side, and to his front were rows of fenced-in warehouses that opened up to a T junction. A skyscraper blocked his view to his left, which is where the rumbling was coming from, and the street down to his right was bare.

From his left, creeping as slowly as it could, came the unmistakable red and vomit green color scheme of an RGM-79 GM mobile suit. It had its shield up in front of it and its head was turned towards the warehouses and thus had a good view of Zach in his solitary Zaku I. He could see that in the GM's right hand, there was one of the short range beam spray guns, which would easily shred his Zaku if he wasn't careful.

Of course, he lacked any weapons beyond his fists and that would certainly just get him killed. As Zach stood there in thought, the GM pilot leaped over the wall and charged down the lane between the lines of warehouses, shield raised and gun blazing.

Pink beams flying past his view brought Zach back into reality and he instinctively sent his Zaku in a rolling crouch to the right, away from the beam gun and towards the GM's vulnerable left flank. The GM turned to compensate and beam fire raked the thoroughfare, sending spouts of melted asphalt and dust into the air.

At the end of his roll, Zach pushed the thrusters forward with his grip tightened to white knuckle intensity. The Zaku I abruptly shot forward and clumsily collided with the shield of the GM and soon, both mobile suits were sent sprawling.

Being on top, Zach had the initiative and began to pound on the torso of the GM in hopes of traumatizing the pilot. With a hurried, adrenaline-fueled yell of "just who the hell do you think I am," Zach continued to pound for what felt like eternity, his eyes wide with fear mixed with adrenaline and his mouth quickly running dry.

Zach eventually regained his composure and got the best grip he could in the dented cockpit door. With a mighty tear, he ripped the titanium alloy door off and saw a somewhat pulped corpse in the seat.

Getting up off of the GM, Zach opened the cockpit door and made his way down to the street. Hussleing to the GM, and emptying the contents of his stomach after getting an even closer look at the pilot, he carefully lifted the body out of the seat. With an apology and a quick prayer, he dropped the body onto the pavement and clamored into the cockpit himself.

Unfamiliar with these new controls, Zach spent the next few moments figuring out how to work it and hoping that no other Feds were on their way.