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Trial By Choice
Key: =insert text= computer message
Chapter 3
Classroom at Tokyo-3 Municipal junior high school
Gerad fidgeted in the school uniform he was assigned outside the door, Xack merely glanced at the knob and began to turn it. He looked over to Gerad who was still twitching, "Was' sa matta? Nervous?" Gerad glanced at his commander with a slight frown, "You're way too relaxed, what if we are recognized? "Bah, I bet not even a sixth of this class watches the news. Besides, the only pictures that OZ has of us are when we have our main disguise on. Also you, me, and Keagan wear coustumes that even conceal our faces."
When they entered, nearly everyone in the class turned their attention to the pair. One nervous teen trying not to twitch his eye so much, and another who seemed unfazed from the staring.
Attention broke when the teacher came in, "Hello class, today we have two new students. They are over there."
Xack introduced himself, "Greetings, I am Tim Lars." "and I'm Jargon Reddon. We both come from-" Xack slapped his hand over Gerad's mouth before he could say anything else. "Shut up man." hissed the annnoyed teen.
The teacher pointed over to two adjacent desks in the back row. Both boys took their seats and got acquainted to the new surroundings, opening up the red laptops that were closed in front of them.
10 minutes later...
Xack was near whapping his head on the the desk repeatedly, this guy had not talked about anything except for something called 'The Second Impact'. He wasn't physically whacking his head, but mentally is a different matter. {Does-this-guy-ever-shut-up!} He thought not realizing that his fingers and left eye were twitching.
Gerad was in a similar manner, except that he was scratching notes like crazy, actually keeping up in pace with the teacher word for word in a way. "Big meteor... Antarctica... Blew up a lot of the southern hemphisphere. Hmmm, makes sense."
meanwhile messages flew back and forth between Shinji's, Asuka's, and Kensuke's computers.
=Does anyone have any idea who are they?=
=I've done some hacking and the records show that they've existed for some time, problem is that the information I found was kinda crude, whoever typed it up left no home address on the files.=
=Strange.=
=What sites did you check?"
=Just the government files.=
=THEN CHECK OTHER FILES!=
=YEESH! Fine, I'll get right on it."
=No need to get your temper up.=
=Stop typing baka!=
=sorry.=
=Do you even have a spine baka? AND DON'T TYPE SORRY!=
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"Mr. Khushrenada we have gone over the evidence and your, how do you say? Mobile Doll and it's schematics."
The UN has finally agreed to help Treize and vice-versa. They are now discussing technology matters.
"We have gone over your armory's supply of weapons and you have quite the array. Though much of the equipment will be useless since they won't affect the angels. Some of the technology however, can be applied to the EVA production line." explained the U.S. Rep.
"And what, pray tell, are the EVAs?" asked Treize with that same calm face he always had.
The Russian Rep. clasped his hand together and explained the EVAs design, protocol, objective, etcetera. "... In conclusion, the EVAs are on a single meession and after that iz finished..." He paused then continued with a surly tone in his voice, "The informaceion after that is on a need-to-know basis."
Treize nodded, "I understand. Otherwise, I'll come by tommorow with a shipment of weapons and armour to hand over to the EVAs. Oh yes, and by the way..." Treize tossed a disk onto the table, "You might want to see what additional adversaries you've obtained. The main opponents are detailed on that disk."
The U.S. Rep. reached his hand over and picked up the disk examining it, then stuck it in a slot near a large screen.
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*picture of a brown-haired, relatively pale male with glasses, wearing Dark Templar garb*
Name: Xack Patchin Age: 14 (approximately) Height: 5"5 (subject due to change)
Weight: 119 lbs. (subject due to change)
Mobile Suit: Archgon (pronounce ar-gone)
Notes: Archgon seems to be actually two Mobile Suits that merged, Mobile Suits recognized as unique Psygon series. Archgon considered second biggest threat due to it's immense strength. Person is holding rank as First in Command of growing freelance group: The Various.
*follow with pictures of Psygons and Archgon*
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*picture of a tanned skin, bleached haired male with a single square, red shoulder patch on the left, wearing a Ghost helmet*
Name: Keagan Hardin Age: 14.2 (approximately) Height: 5"7 (subject due to change) Weight: 130 lbs. (subject due to change)
Mobile Suit: Lockman (pronounce like walkman)
Notes: Mobile Suit is considered one of the BIGGEST threats to strike OZ, able to fire missiles that disables anything mechanical on an item, calculations show that the missile can render over 99/100 percent of OZ equipment useless. Person currently holds position of Third in Command of 'The Various'.
*follow with pictures of Lockman*
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*picture of a fair-skinned, thin, unaturally red colored hair male (and I MEAN red), wearing Ghost goggles and a face mask that covered his mouth*
Name: Gerad Mirof Age: 15 (approximately) Height: 5"7 (subject due to change)
Weight: 118 lbs. (subject due to change)
Mobile Suit: Nukeleton (pronounce as if it were skeleton)
Notes: Mobile Suit is capable of launching multiple projectiles that seem to have a similar effect to a nuclear missile minus the radiation, the third biggest threat to OZ if it can get the time to prep all of it's nukes. Person holds position of Second in Command.
*follow with pictures of Nukeleton*
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*screen off*
The French Rep. snagged the disk out of the slot and placed it on the desk again. "So we see that zis is what we are to contend with, eh? Zey don't look too hard but zey zertainly cannot be easy eizer."
Treize frowned, "Don't underestimate them like I did once. It's best to attack them with skill and stealth, not brute force with an army just marching in company to the front door."
"We'll zee. In ze mean time, wait for your chanze Treize, you'll get yours zoon enough." _____________________________________________________________
Meanwhile, about 900 yards from Tokyo-2...
"Hee, hee, hee, Mengsk, Une, Tallgeese, it's all the same to me, hee, hee, hee..."
Keagan has officially crossed the border to insanity. His stomach, about -20/ 50 full. Pants, all 12 pairs somewhat clean (he spent 20 hours washing them). His own hygeine, *cough, hack, Gak, barf!*, nuff said.
He had unloaded pretty much all of his ammunition into TV, radio, and any media stations and buildings. His care for casualties were minimal, luckily, most of the buildings he had blown up were closed at the time. Otherwise, the kill count is about 120 (that's just women).
Keagan kept 'focused', staring straight ahead toward the growing structures that built Tokyo-2. He was not determined to take Treize down, that's a huge understatement. Instead he had drawn a line between destruction and everythingelse, he was deep in the territory of the destruction, emotionless, alone, choking the life out of life itself.
The computer suddenly blipped wildly with several red dots clustering the top half of the radar screen. "Heh, heh, heh, here they come, Leos are nothing, Taurus is scrap, and Zakus are just pathetic, bring it on. No matter how many, they will blow up. Because of me. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."
The Lockman raised it's firearm and began turning a dial on the right side near the barrel. Click! 2. Click! 3. Click! 4. Whirrrrrr, CLACK! 20?! The trigger was pulled and 20 Lockdown missiles fired into the mass of OZ Mobiles, the trigger pulled, 20 more missiles. Eventually, all the OZ units had been disabled, the Lockman however had used all of it's remaining ammunition reserves in the process.
"Damn it. Oh well, it's more satisfying hearing screams and explosions close up anyway."
A hand went a little beyond the numbered dial and thumbed a switch. The barrel retracted into the gun's trigger area, in it's place sprouted a purple, spike-tipped beam. The gun is now a sword.
An OZ pilot sweated buckets as he frantically started pulling, pushing, even whacking all the buttons and levers in the Zaku's cockpit to find some sort of escape measure. "Come on, come on," his breathing was fast and panicked, he looked up to the visual screen. Their it was, beyond the crackling atmosphere of the lockdown field was a white mobile suit with a sword in hand approaching, he panicked even more. The white shape was looking more and more dangerous as it got closer. The OZ pilot tried one last desperate attempt to keep alive. **buzzz, buzzz, buzzz, this is Coporal Saihji Karedd, pilot do you read me?** No answer. **Pilot, I am willing to discuss terms of negotiation at any time.** The suit continued it's flight path ignoring the transmission. **Pilot?** SLASH! "AHHHHHHH-" the OZ coporal's last scream was cut off by the explosion, he lives no more.
Keagan smiled in the shadows of the cockpit and turned his attention to the rest of the fleet. "die..."
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I know there isn't much EVA in this, but more applications of it will come later. R&R.
Magister
Trial By Choice
Key: =insert text= computer message
Chapter 3
Classroom at Tokyo-3 Municipal junior high school
Gerad fidgeted in the school uniform he was assigned outside the door, Xack merely glanced at the knob and began to turn it. He looked over to Gerad who was still twitching, "Was' sa matta? Nervous?" Gerad glanced at his commander with a slight frown, "You're way too relaxed, what if we are recognized? "Bah, I bet not even a sixth of this class watches the news. Besides, the only pictures that OZ has of us are when we have our main disguise on. Also you, me, and Keagan wear coustumes that even conceal our faces."
When they entered, nearly everyone in the class turned their attention to the pair. One nervous teen trying not to twitch his eye so much, and another who seemed unfazed from the staring.
Attention broke when the teacher came in, "Hello class, today we have two new students. They are over there."
Xack introduced himself, "Greetings, I am Tim Lars." "and I'm Jargon Reddon. We both come from-" Xack slapped his hand over Gerad's mouth before he could say anything else. "Shut up man." hissed the annnoyed teen.
The teacher pointed over to two adjacent desks in the back row. Both boys took their seats and got acquainted to the new surroundings, opening up the red laptops that were closed in front of them.
10 minutes later...
Xack was near whapping his head on the the desk repeatedly, this guy had not talked about anything except for something called 'The Second Impact'. He wasn't physically whacking his head, but mentally is a different matter. {Does-this-guy-ever-shut-up!} He thought not realizing that his fingers and left eye were twitching.
Gerad was in a similar manner, except that he was scratching notes like crazy, actually keeping up in pace with the teacher word for word in a way. "Big meteor... Antarctica... Blew up a lot of the southern hemphisphere. Hmmm, makes sense."
meanwhile messages flew back and forth between Shinji's, Asuka's, and Kensuke's computers.
=Does anyone have any idea who are they?=
=I've done some hacking and the records show that they've existed for some time, problem is that the information I found was kinda crude, whoever typed it up left no home address on the files.=
=Strange.=
=What sites did you check?"
=Just the government files.=
=THEN CHECK OTHER FILES!=
=YEESH! Fine, I'll get right on it."
=No need to get your temper up.=
=Stop typing baka!=
=sorry.=
=Do you even have a spine baka? AND DON'T TYPE SORRY!=
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"Mr. Khushrenada we have gone over the evidence and your, how do you say? Mobile Doll and it's schematics."
The UN has finally agreed to help Treize and vice-versa. They are now discussing technology matters.
"We have gone over your armory's supply of weapons and you have quite the array. Though much of the equipment will be useless since they won't affect the angels. Some of the technology however, can be applied to the EVA production line." explained the U.S. Rep.
"And what, pray tell, are the EVAs?" asked Treize with that same calm face he always had.
The Russian Rep. clasped his hand together and explained the EVAs design, protocol, objective, etcetera. "... In conclusion, the EVAs are on a single meession and after that iz finished..." He paused then continued with a surly tone in his voice, "The informaceion after that is on a need-to-know basis."
Treize nodded, "I understand. Otherwise, I'll come by tommorow with a shipment of weapons and armour to hand over to the EVAs. Oh yes, and by the way..." Treize tossed a disk onto the table, "You might want to see what additional adversaries you've obtained. The main opponents are detailed on that disk."
The U.S. Rep. reached his hand over and picked up the disk examining it, then stuck it in a slot near a large screen.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
*picture of a brown-haired, relatively pale male with glasses, wearing Dark Templar garb*
Name: Xack Patchin Age: 14 (approximately) Height: 5"5 (subject due to change)
Weight: 119 lbs. (subject due to change)
Mobile Suit: Archgon (pronounce ar-gone)
Notes: Archgon seems to be actually two Mobile Suits that merged, Mobile Suits recognized as unique Psygon series. Archgon considered second biggest threat due to it's immense strength. Person is holding rank as First in Command of growing freelance group: The Various.
*follow with pictures of Psygons and Archgon*
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_
*picture of a tanned skin, bleached haired male with a single square, red shoulder patch on the left, wearing a Ghost helmet*
Name: Keagan Hardin Age: 14.2 (approximately) Height: 5"7 (subject due to change) Weight: 130 lbs. (subject due to change)
Mobile Suit: Lockman (pronounce like walkman)
Notes: Mobile Suit is considered one of the BIGGEST threats to strike OZ, able to fire missiles that disables anything mechanical on an item, calculations show that the missile can render over 99/100 percent of OZ equipment useless. Person currently holds position of Third in Command of 'The Various'.
*follow with pictures of Lockman*
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_
*picture of a fair-skinned, thin, unaturally red colored hair male (and I MEAN red), wearing Ghost goggles and a face mask that covered his mouth*
Name: Gerad Mirof Age: 15 (approximately) Height: 5"7 (subject due to change)
Weight: 118 lbs. (subject due to change)
Mobile Suit: Nukeleton (pronounce as if it were skeleton)
Notes: Mobile Suit is capable of launching multiple projectiles that seem to have a similar effect to a nuclear missile minus the radiation, the third biggest threat to OZ if it can get the time to prep all of it's nukes. Person holds position of Second in Command.
*follow with pictures of Nukeleton*
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
*screen off*
The French Rep. snagged the disk out of the slot and placed it on the desk again. "So we see that zis is what we are to contend with, eh? Zey don't look too hard but zey zertainly cannot be easy eizer."
Treize frowned, "Don't underestimate them like I did once. It's best to attack them with skill and stealth, not brute force with an army just marching in company to the front door."
"We'll zee. In ze mean time, wait for your chanze Treize, you'll get yours zoon enough." _____________________________________________________________
Meanwhile, about 900 yards from Tokyo-2...
"Hee, hee, hee, Mengsk, Une, Tallgeese, it's all the same to me, hee, hee, hee..."
Keagan has officially crossed the border to insanity. His stomach, about -20/ 50 full. Pants, all 12 pairs somewhat clean (he spent 20 hours washing them). His own hygeine, *cough, hack, Gak, barf!*, nuff said.
He had unloaded pretty much all of his ammunition into TV, radio, and any media stations and buildings. His care for casualties were minimal, luckily, most of the buildings he had blown up were closed at the time. Otherwise, the kill count is about 120 (that's just women).
Keagan kept 'focused', staring straight ahead toward the growing structures that built Tokyo-2. He was not determined to take Treize down, that's a huge understatement. Instead he had drawn a line between destruction and everythingelse, he was deep in the territory of the destruction, emotionless, alone, choking the life out of life itself.
The computer suddenly blipped wildly with several red dots clustering the top half of the radar screen. "Heh, heh, heh, here they come, Leos are nothing, Taurus is scrap, and Zakus are just pathetic, bring it on. No matter how many, they will blow up. Because of me. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..."
The Lockman raised it's firearm and began turning a dial on the right side near the barrel. Click! 2. Click! 3. Click! 4. Whirrrrrr, CLACK! 20?! The trigger was pulled and 20 Lockdown missiles fired into the mass of OZ Mobiles, the trigger pulled, 20 more missiles. Eventually, all the OZ units had been disabled, the Lockman however had used all of it's remaining ammunition reserves in the process.
"Damn it. Oh well, it's more satisfying hearing screams and explosions close up anyway."
A hand went a little beyond the numbered dial and thumbed a switch. The barrel retracted into the gun's trigger area, in it's place sprouted a purple, spike-tipped beam. The gun is now a sword.
An OZ pilot sweated buckets as he frantically started pulling, pushing, even whacking all the buttons and levers in the Zaku's cockpit to find some sort of escape measure. "Come on, come on," his breathing was fast and panicked, he looked up to the visual screen. Their it was, beyond the crackling atmosphere of the lockdown field was a white mobile suit with a sword in hand approaching, he panicked even more. The white shape was looking more and more dangerous as it got closer. The OZ pilot tried one last desperate attempt to keep alive. **buzzz, buzzz, buzzz, this is Coporal Saihji Karedd, pilot do you read me?** No answer. **Pilot, I am willing to discuss terms of negotiation at any time.** The suit continued it's flight path ignoring the transmission. **Pilot?** SLASH! "AHHHHHHH-" the OZ coporal's last scream was cut off by the explosion, he lives no more.
Keagan smiled in the shadows of the cockpit and turned his attention to the rest of the fleet. "die..."
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I know there isn't much EVA in this, but more applications of it will come later. R&R.
Magister