"I guess this is it. At least for you anyways." A rough voice emanated from a medium-sized brown AC. The AC stood amidst a huge pile of twisted metal, its armor scarred and pitted from dozens of hits during the colossal battle. It let the spread bazooka rest at its right side, the moonlight on its left arm dropping down a little as it relaxed. The chaingun over its back was covered with soot, indicating that it had been fired many times during the fight. The missile launcher was in somewhat better shape, only being pockmarked from the stray hit or two.
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AC Analysis: Liberator-
Description: A middleweight AC. Capable of stunning opponents with its spread bazooka, as well as using its multi-missile launcher and chaingun to bring considerable power to bear upon the enemy. The Moonlight blade makes it deadly in close combat.
Tech Base: Armored Core 3: Silent Line
Head: CHD-06-OVE
Core: CCL-01-NER
Arms: CAL-44-EAS
Legs: MLM-XA3/LW
Booster: MBT-OX/002
FCS: PLS-ROA
Generator: KGP-ZS4 (Or is it Z54? I can't tell)
Radiator: RIX-CR10
Inside: N/A
Extension: CWEM-AM40
Arm Unit R: MWG-SBZ/24
Arm Unit L: MLB-MOONLIGHT
Back Unit R: CWC-CNG-300
Back Unit L: MWM-MM16/1
Optional Parts: OP-S-SCR
OP-E/SCR
OP-ECMP
OP-E-LAP
Colors:
Uniform Color Scheme
Base; R: 71
G: 59
B: 0
Aid; R: 124
G: 102
B: 56
Optional; R: 180
G: 123
B: 0
Detail; R: 200
G: 200
B: 0
Joint; R: 47
G: 35
B: 0
Other Attributes: The pilot is PLUS, therefore the AC doesn't have to kneel to use the chaingun, and can boost for extended periods of time.
Author Notes: I think I deserve a pat on the back for bringing Unfettered's AC from AC2:AA to AC3:SL without it going overweight. I had to make some sacrifices, but that's the end result. Woohoo. Ok, now that I've finished with my little self-propelled ego inflation, on with the story shall we?
Another Note: Yes, I know that you can't have optional parts and the OP-INTENSIFY on at the same time, but this guy is PLUS, so the AC is treated as if he had all those optional parts equipped, as well as the intensify, kind of like AC1 and 2, where you could be PLUS AND have optional parts.
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Well, so much for the "finest" of the troops of the vaunted Guards. I was expecting more from them... even if they're just government troopers. The raven inside the brown AC sighed, then focused his thoughts elsewhere. I hope Sumika is ok. I haven't heard a transmission from her for a while.
"Unfettered." The speakers startled the brown AC's pilot out of his reverie, and he jumped, catching on the restraining straps. His face twisted into a grimace as the straps cruelly bit into his flesh, forcing him back down. Ouch. I hate it when that happens.
"Unfettered?" The same female voice came over the comm. Unfettered sighed and shook his head, his brown spiky hair pretty much unaffected by the sudden motion.
"Yeah, I'm here. What's going on Sumika?" Good. She's ok. That's a big relief.
"Well, I managed to take out most of the incoming enemies, but another wave managed to make it to the elevator."
Another wave of them? Liberator won't be able to take much more damage before it goes down. "Understood, preparing to intercept. By the way, how are the support MTs doing?"
A sigh came over the comm. "One of them got destroyed by the incoming forces. Two others have taken moderate damage, and the last one is pretty much intact, but he said he was running low on ammo. I'm holding them off pretty much by myself."
Typical terrorist bastards. Letting the others do all the fighting while they just step to the side and watch the results. "I see. And you?"
"I've taken moderate damage, and my ammo won't last forever, but all that I really need is a nice, hot bath and I'll be fine."
I see. So she's taken some damage, but nothing to be worried about, and her ammo should be just about reaching the halfway point by now. Unfettered was jerked out of his thoughts as the elevator doors opened, and 3 brown, wide-shouldered MTs trooped out, aiming their pulse rifles at him and bathing Liberator with a screaming blitz of energy bursts. Unfettered strafed left, then returned fire with the chaingun.
One of the MTs took the stream full on, the medium-impact rounds peppering its legs and torso. Its armor flaked off its armored body, and fell to the ground like discarded potato chips. The other two MTs boosted into the air, their ascent being arrested by the ceiling of the storage building. The first MT met its demise at the end of Liberator's chaingun, exploding into a shower of shrapnel.
The second MT met its own end a few seconds later, the victim of Liberator's massive spread bazooka.
The third MT panicked, and fled to a back corner of the room, frantically shooting darts of blue energy at Liberator, who closed in on it like a flock of piranhas closes on a drowning cow. "You're mine." Unfettered growled as the MOONLIGHT flashed out in a searing arc, slicing the MT in half along the torso.
"Unfettered. This is Sumika. There's another wave of them coming!"
Unfettered groaned. "Roger that, I'll be ready." the Raven checked over his AC. Let's see... 1028 AP left. 3 ammo for my spread bazooka, and only 56 ammo left in my chaingun. I still haven't used my damn missile launcher, so it still has 16 shots left. Curse Multis for not working indoors. The elevator doors opened once again, and 2 MTs stomped out, looking even more determined to take down Liberator. It's just my imagination. They only look more intimidating because I'm less intimidating. Liberator started hailing them with chaingun fire before they had a chance to fully clear the elevator, the salvo of bullets ripping the right arm off the first MT, and damaging the pulse rifle of the second. The weapon abruptly clicked as it ran out of ammunition.
Shit. That's not a good thing. Unfettered toggled over to the Bazooka, and shot one of his last trio of spreads at the first MT. The first round hit it in the forehead, obviously rattling the machine's pilot, judging from the way it took a few steps back, but not seriously damaging it. The second and third shots missed wide, crashing into the wall and exploding with a moderate concussive force. The second of his last 3 shots missed altogether as the MT boosted to the right, managing to land a few more pulse rifle hits on Liberator's legs. Unfettered cursed as his AP dropped to 837. I'm going to die. There's no way I can hold them both off with one shot and my multi missiles. Unfettered punched in the overboost and raced towards the first MT, blasting it with the bazooka at point blank range. The brown machine was eviscerated as the shots cored it through, and it blew up with enough force to throw Liberator and its companion back.
Well, this is the end of me. No ammo, and I don't have enough AP left to corner the guy and kill him with my moonlight. The last MT got up and started firing at Unfettered, who didn't even bother to move as his AP sunk to 638, then to 429. Yep, this is the end for me. No more Mr. Invincible. He was distracted from his thoughts as the last MT got ripped in half by a burst of machine gun fire.
"Sumika?" The female raven's pink AC stepped through the doors of the opposite elevator.
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AC Analysis: Flashpoint-
Description: moderately light and relatively fast, the high ammo machine gun ensures that this AC can stay in combat for a long time without having to resupply. The missiles provide a backup weapon, or additional support fire if need be.
Tech Base: Armored Core 3: Silent Line
Head: MHD-MX/BEE
Core: MCM-MI/008
Arms: CAM-11-SOL
Legs: CLM-02-SNSK
Booster: MBT-NI/GULL
FCS: VREX-ST-12
Generator: MGP-VE905
Radiator: RMR-SA44
Inside: N/A
Extension: N/A
Arm Unit R: MWG-MG/800
Arm Unit L: CLB-LS-2551
Back Unit R: KWM-AD30
Back Unit L: CWM-S60-10
Optional Parts:
Colors:
Sample Colors – Shark Pink
Other Attributes: Sumika isn't PLUS, not that that really matters, as none of her weapons require kneeling to use.
Author Notes: Is it just me, or is Sumika's Project Phantasma AC really weak? I let her take on an MT for like 5 minutes, and no matter what she did, she STILL couldn't kill the damn thing. So, I made sure that her AC was more powerful, but still keeping close to the original looks and designs. I took some liberties with the head, but that's because the BEE is so much better than that old, stupid head model, the GRY/NX or whatever. I always hated the way that thing looked, and its performance was nothing to drool over either. (Unless you were going for pure armor and defense)
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"I figured you could use some help."
"I'd better not have to pay you for this." Unfettered grinned, speaking in a playful tone.
"Nah, I think I'll give you a discount this time." Sumika laughed, and the other Raven joined her, leaving a few confused MT pilots on the roof scratching their heads, wondering what the heck was so funny.
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"Typical terrorist bastards." Unfettered growled as he looked over the mail. "Not only do they offer up impossible missions, they don't pay you nearly enough for them." The tall, well-built raven paused, then continued his rant. "Crest, Mirage and Kisaragi pay much better money for missions that aren't nearly as difficult."
"How much did you get?"
"Not nearly enough." The brown haired mercenary ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "The cost of ammo and repairs put me deep in the red for this one. Luckily I had some money to spare, so I'm not broke myself." Unfettered felt an arm curl around his, and he looked down to see Sumika leaning against him.
"Treeeent..." she groaned playfully, leaning against him. "What happened to all that money I paid you?"
Unfettered, known outside of Global Cortex as Trent Hawkins, grinned sheepishly. "AC parts." Sumika brushed her long, raven hair out of her face, then frowned at him lightly.
"Allllll that money?" Sumika turned and leaned into him some more, so Trent could feel her breasts pressing against his ribs.
"Well, not really. I use it to pay the bills and stuff sometimes." Sumika grimaced at the thought of all her hard-earned money being used to pay the household expenses.
"Hey, at least your money's taking care of you." Trent rubbed the back of his head with his free arm, logging out of the computer with the hand that still grasped the mouse, although his endeavor was somewhat impaired by Sumika's arm.
"You're a great AC Pilot Trent, but sometimes you make a lousy fiance." Sumika stuck her tongue out at him, then walked off to get something to drink. Trent, who was still busy logging out of the computer, didn't quite notice her leaving. Only after he was done did he look around.
"Leigh? Hey, Leigh! Wait for me!" Trent quickly disentangled himself from the keyboard, and ran after his fiance, Sumika, known outside of Global Cortex as Leigh Nodre.
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Later that evening, a car pulled up to a moderately sized house. A tall, brown haired man got out of it first, and walked over to the other side, opening the door for a shorter, raven tressed woman. The woman smiled and took his hand, then they both walked to the house.
"So," Trent was the first to speak. "Did you like the movie?"
"Well... It was pretty good. But all that part with the Men in Black having sex with everything was really strange."
"Hey, it was a pre-Great Destruction movie, what'd you expect?"
"Well, certainly not that." Leigh leaned on Trent even more, and the taller man smiled as he unlocked the door to the house and they both walked in, taking their shoes off in the foyer. Both pairs of their feet clad only in socks, they walked into the living room, and sat down next to each other on the couch, facing each other and wrapping an arm around the other's shoulder.
"Well well, what shall we do for the rest of the night?"
"Honestly, I have no idea. I'd rather not go anywhere though."
"Ah..." Trent stretched and yawned. "That's fine. In all honesty, I'd like to go to bed."
"Me too love." Having reached a consensus, both Ravens walked upstairs and changed into their nightclothes while discussing the events of the day casually, which was pretty much just the results of the last mission they'd both undertaken. A short while later they both snuggled in beside each other. Trent rolled over so his arms slid around Leigh's shoulders.
"I love you." Trent spoke first.
"I love you too." Leigh reached over and turned out the light, plunging them both into darkness.
Author Notes: Didn't really like the way that ended. Oh well, im not very good at writing married and engaged couples. Sorry that it's kind of short too.
No thanks to my lazy friend. (CoughFIAOblivionCough) I can't get started on chapter 6, OR 7. But I'm working on 8. Hopefully I'll be able to get 6 posted tomorrow (Assuming he cooperates of course.)
No offense FIA. Heheheh.
To the readers:
Bloodykitsune - Well, first of all, im keeping my promise to update faster than the other AC authors. (5x score on that! I dont think any of them have managed 5 consecutive daily updates). Second, what do you mean Omega can't think straight? He's one of the straightest thinking people I know... well... kinda.... sorta.... as sad as that sounds.