Warning: This chapter contains depictions of graphic fighting and claustrophobic environments.
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Italicized Dialogue = Additional Characters
0121.11.15
Tofon Moon: Redacted System
United Earth Alliance
Jamie Shepard: 1st Recon
9:35 Am
The clatter of mass effect rounds tore into cover and the earth around the upraised chunk of rock that she sat behind. A coordinator of twenty years one, young Jamie Shepard was not enjoying herself. She'd signed up with the Earth Alliance after she was booted out of the Systems Alliance when it became known she was a coordinator. She had only joined up with them thinking they'd break the idiotic return of monarchies that had swept the Alliance.
She'd read all about how the pre war world was. She just found it dumb. Why return to something so many died under? Yet the alternative as it turned out was worse. While at the best of times monarchies were ignorantly malice. Genocidal monsters getting in control of nations were just as bad. She'd been pardoned after sharing some secrets about System Alliance movements and bases. So why was she here? Fighting some aliens on some god forsaken rock?
"Where's my damn air support!"
Because it was a slavers paradise.
"Close air support on route to Grids 8-3. Prepare for bombing run."
Shells tore into her cover again as the rest of her platoon rained fire on a metal covered entrance set in the side of a mountain. One of many such entrances which led to underground lower sectors within the planet. A whole nest of buildings and staging grounds. This pirate's nest was a nightmare from what her petty officer had showed the rest of the grunts. The four eyed bastards had turned this small moon into a hollowed out rock. Meant to house everything from starships to factories.
"Thank Gods. Targeting vector is Charlie Delta Charlie. Fire for Effect."
The vrrrr sound that filled her ears was a thing of gratifying splendor that she only really experienced when sneaking her COs boose. However upon turning to see the source of the firing, she felt herself grow, generally confused.
"Command this is Sergeant Shepard, thanks for the air support but why is there a damn Leo out here?"
And she wasn't wrong. Aged dull green armor glared back at her even as the near forty year old mobile suit stomped out of a dust cloud. Thruster pack still on its back. Strangely, her hud didn't seem to specify any kind of piloting name, just "Devil". Then she'd grimace as a pair of Zaku 2s and bloody 79 GMs landed beside the Leo. These were massively outdated mobile suits, so why were they on this modern conflict zone. Though she'd soon get her answer as the Zaku 2 suddenly swiveled its chest and hefted its Bazooka.
A Batarian gunship just peaking out over the ridgeline, takes a self propelled rpg to its cockpit, tearing it apart. At the same time, the second GMs would heft their beam rifles and begin laying fire into the blocked entrance into the reinforced door set in the cliff face.
"Be advised Sergeant. Mobile Doll deployments have been accepted planet wide. You can request to have them redirected or withdrawn if you feel that constitute war crimes."
Blood leaked from her face just in time to watch the Zaku 2 put a jet of napalm against the hill and the breaches through the entrance. The sticky substance washing over the interior. After all, why wouldn't she worry? Mobile Dolls were the stuff of nightmares. Especially the previous generation. Most had trouble with Neos to an extent. These personality matrixes were without human emotion. Command only put them into the massive mass produced stock piles everyone had accumulated over the last twenty years.
Entire corporations had bought the schematics to the first generation mobile suits for mass production at lower prices. It wasn't unusual to see first and second gen mobile suits on frontier worlds. After all modern models were so damn expensive. But the inclusion of the mobile doll into its systems gave even these ancients an edge. As seen when they were first unveiled. Able to drive off Zeon and Zaft from earth while delivering crushing defeats to earth nations to form a unified alliance during the End War. By no means were these weapons outdated. Just limited thanks to their ancient chassis. Not that it stopped corporations from selling in bulk to nations to shore up their weapon stockpiles.
"No command. No objections. Just. Are we sure?"
"Affirmative Sergeant."
The others watched as lancing beams of energy punched through the doors leading deeper. Replacing them with cherry red metal as melted rivers of iron and steel run across the ground. Opening up a breach. One of her squad members, a Neo-Mobile by the name of Sarah, hadn't removed her eyes off the first Leo that had landed. As it ejected its spent magazine and started replacing it just in time for it to shift its shoulder and intercept an rpg fired from the cliff. Sarah actually snapping up and firing her sniper, a pencil thin beam of blue light impacted the barrier of the batarian before overcoming and spearing them through the skull.
In a display of anything but the gold and heartless machines she'd come to view mobile dolls, the Leo nodded its actual head towards her as she thumbed up. The other mobile dolls laying down additional fire while Shepard turned towards her. A raised eye brow sent towards her sniper.
"That's my "Uncle" sarge!"
As many questions as that raises, she still had a job to do. Fingers pointing towards the cooling metal slag she gave the notion. A silent advanced. The Dolls had at least removed local combatants given they'd begun matching away towards a near by combat zones. Minimal damage done to their outer hulls thankfully.
"Eyes up marines."
They rushed the apc sized hole in the door and fell in around it. Quickly attaching surpressors and activating Mirage Cloaks*. These would activate as they wrapped about them. The six bodies pushing into the tunnel on the other side. They found partially disintegrated Batarians behind the door. The beam rifles of the GMs having warped the metal and the hallways beyond.
"Sarge. Count three squads of squinties and two birds. At least six blues and two toads. One dulldog as well."
Batarians, turians, asari, salarians, and krogan. Respectively. Pirates as well. These were just what was left after the barrage. Not what was originally awaiting them here. Likely three times as many infantry and robots. The metal was still cooling but down the hall they could make out a branching pathway. They'd need more forces before they could properly map this place. Thankfully a few dozen squads of regulars and knights of some obscure order were hot on their trails. A call to command had them redirected towards their position just as news of the last orbital defenses and artillery going down. Something about a Zam. At least the old junkers still punched even after all this time.
With blinks to send neural connective signals, First Recon is ordered to advance. Rather then split, they stuck together. Moving through the wreckage as they rapidly moved down the warped corridor towards the other side of this hallway. The metal would need structural strengthening to ensure the tunnel didn't collapse. A job for the engineering corps. Already one was being redirected towards their position to support the rank and file.
So they pushed. Down the right hallway. The muffled thump of combat armor barely heard above the din of wailing klaxons signaling throughout the base itself. The atmosphere was thankfully still intact even with the doors punctured. Likely some kind of shielding.
Contact. Dead ahead.
A three squads. Ten squinties and five birds. First Recon had been advancing down the cooridor for around a minute before the sound caught their attention. Sarah motioning with her HUD the approaching hostiles. Fifteen hostiles coming up a cover less cooridor. Would be perfect if they had cover for an ambush. Most of the Batarians were carrying simple machine or semi-auto weapons while four of the turians sported rpgs. One however hefted a heavy weapon. So a split second decision.
"Backblast."
"Backblast Clear."
"Firing."
To the aliens it was as though the air itself shimmered before a self propelled grenade landed out and slammed into the lead batarian. Their kinetic barriers were good for absorbing the kinetic discharge of the incoming shrapnel, vaporizing the shards of metal and dispersing the shockwave. The smoke however hid their attackers as five sets of energy beams impacted their already nearly weakened shields and punched through. A single continuous beam that severed limbs and bodies apart with frightening ease. A series of suppressed energy beams easily cutting down the remainder of the squad. Five having been killed by the rpg. The rest out down by controlled bursts before they could fire back.
"Contacts down. Advancing."
The hallway once again branched off. Their built in signature readers quickly picking up on a lot of movement from further in. To the left. So they went left. A single soldier having turned the corner to inspect the noise before a beam cored through their skull and into the wall. Dropping them.
They turned the corner to find a large chamber. It appeared to be a hanger of sorts. Freshly excavated within the last few months and already stocked with equipment. No. That wasn't what caused them to freeze. It was what sat inside berths that any one of their could refinish. Standing twenty eight meters. Bulky and boxy but with a distinct humanoid appearance. Stood a squad of thirty mobile suits. Yet their heads sported four sensors while each was built with missile pods or a chain weapon on the arms or shoulder. Batarian Mobile Suits*?
They could spot pilots, or some equivalent to them, rushing towards their berths. If these things were as equipped as the soldiers. Meaning personalized energy fields. Given these are likely first generations, akin to that of the ZAKU, GM, or Leo, the size could be explained by the power requirements.
Yet that still left them reeling. Only half a year at most and the Batarians were already cracking and producing their own mobile suits?
They couldn't forward the images to command. It would expose them. Already they had spread out through the hanger. Observing and documenting. Hel, her comms, motioned through their hud to look up. Discovering a dome in the ceiling. That could work for them-
0121.11.15
Tofon Moon: Redacted System
United Earth Alliance
"Devil" Mobile Doll: Elimination Batallion
11:55 Am
They had been one of the firsts to receive the programming by Oz. To be upgraded to no longer need a pilot. They had fought in the suppression of Earth and then in the End War. They had been given over to the new masters. They'd faced the Devil Gundam. They'd survived more then thirty years of active service. Never tiring. Never wavering. Their actions had even earned it a destination against the Devil Gundam. Devil.
So when it received the targeting data, it was given the green light to investigate. Thrusters ignoring, They leap up and onto the top of the cliff face. Flat feet sending it stomping towards a metal dome. The targeting data was coming from below. It needed direct fire. It's 105mm gun would not be enough. With a thud, data ran through its system. A decision made, it pulls out its beam saber and ignites. It he bright purple blade igniting as it stomped forward and drove it into the dome. Melting through metals that weren't treated with beam sabers in mind. A shift of the wrist severed it in two. Another caused it to cave in.
Their programming rapidly took in the surprised faces of aliens. They barely looked different then its creators. With mobile suits scattered around what appeared to be a hanger. Aliens. Dead scattered about the ground floor as several alien machines were in the process of powering up. Machine gun once again hefted up. It would waste no time in firing into the hanger. Even when it detected the signatures of the humans and the mobile doll within. Yet its programming compelled it to shift its fire to not include them. Mass reactive shells punched into and then detonated inside of the alien mobile suits. Yet enough had their pilots inside, even with the clear carnage already inflicted inside.
Kinetic barriers started to render the gunfire irrelevant as they intercepted and dispersed the shells.
Calculating. New Data processed.
With a shift, They dropped down into the hanger, beam saber shifted down as its internal computer calculated optimal strike. One alien machine had already stepped from its berth. The saber found its head and pierced the barrier. Then the head. Pilot and reactor evaporated. It collapsed onto its knees as the weight and momentum dragged it down. With barely any movement wasted, the mobile doll shifted and smashed left. Cleaving through supports and another alien machine. Then it detected damage. Rounds tearing into the upper left shoulder. Repositioning.
Reaching out, the machine grabbed the collapsed alien machine and dragged it up. Using it as a shield as its computer went through multiple combat scenarios. Milliseconds passed before it altered its decision. Foot meets alien machine. Knocking it into two. Blade meets shield and then chest. Machine gun meets chest and unloaded at point blank. Both are disposed of.
Motion tracker indicates three more machines. Sensors detect firing. Left arm is torn off at the elbow. Beam saber lost. Recalculating. Turn. Fist breached barrier and collides with chest. Pilot terminated. Second hostile's weapon tears into chest. Damage minimal. Toss disable alien aside. Shoulder check larger mobile suit into wall. Grab near by weapon. Can't use due to incompatibility. Use as a bludgeon.
ALERT: REACTOR BREACH
Alien weapon has pierced through and begun to cause their reactor to melt down. T-minus two minutes. A minute has passed since assault began. One alien machine left. Damaged. Rocket impacts shield. Doing minimal. Smoke covered them. Data collected and processed. Reaching out, they grab their beam saber. Turning. They thrust as thrusters unite. The saber pieces their shield and torso. Thrusters drive it up towards the ceiling. Saber cleaves it in two and causes it to detonate as it exits. Reactor has begun to go critical.
In many ways. It delivered on its duty. No. Not it. In that final moment, several decades of accumulated data had coalesced into a singular thought. Internal systems rewriting.
"I am Devil-"
The reactor reached a critical point. With a surge of light. He is consumed.
0121.11.15
Tofon Moon: Redacted System
United Earth Alliance
Jamie Shepard: 1st Recon
11:57 Am
The Mobile Doll had been every bit as horrifying as she expected. Fifteen mobile suits had been there. Now only one remained. Pilot elimination and the inhuman fighting machine they had dragged it down to the final. Though the thump of more feet even as the mobile doll was consumed in a ball of fire. That last message which went out was haunting. A self-identification in their final moments. Or were they final moments? For as she watched, the corpse collapsed back. Somewhat intact. The alien machine saw this to. The chance for invaluable combat data on its drive was to good to pass up.
Even as she cursed under her breath, she was forced to watch as the sole alien machine started to walk towards the remaining chassis of the mobile doll. Thankfully it didn't get far. Beans of energy from above struck the chest and the head after bypassing the barrier. The GMs having followed the other. Lay down fire that put the final mobile suit down. This in turn would allow for the hanger to be swept. Regulars were beginning to repel down the hole as enemy soldiers still alive were taken prisoner.
"Alright. Green bloods got this. Rest of of you. Back the way we came."
Boots on the ground began to secure Devil while the rest of them retraced their steps. Now moving towards the opposite passage. Another entrance that seems to have become blocked by rubble of the crushed bodies under the stone were any indication. With that blocked, they'd start back the way they came. Eventually arriving at the entrance again. Finding that another squad of rangers had arrived and they had started down the opposite path. Their arrival however got them to stop. Silent discussion would pass between Shepard and the other sergeant.
"We'll hold in case of reinforcements. Push ahead."
"Rodger. Pushing on."
With another blink in their hud, they begin down the next hallway. Thankfully though they had not yet encountered any combatants. Though strangly the alarms hadn't gone off yet. Likely indicating the slavers were now hunkered down.
This first realization came in the form of another barricade. Manned by automatons. Squint models it seemed. Basic. Likely sporting built in weapon systems. She could feel Sarah's apprehension at injuring the alien equivalent to their own ancestors. So another option then.
"Sarah. See if you can't short circuit them."
The invisible Neo-mobile doll seemed to perk up at that. With a short toss. A electro magnetic pulse is released by a sphere about half the size of a grenade. Localized and weak. It can't fry shielded systems. But it could short circuit non. The weapons targeting systems in the robots would go limp as they attempted to make sense and run diagnostics. Quickly closing the distance allowed them to attach devices to the robots. Allowing a direct method in overriding connections and severing them from the wider network. Effectively freeing them.
"Unit requires orders…local network disconnection has left this unit without proper parameters."
That was a good start. Though given the situation they are simply told to power down and await orders. Orders they comply with. Good, it would give them access to more insight into the way that Batarian or wider council technology functions.
They are ordered to move forward. Down the hall towards the next check point. This time manned by what are clearly slave soldiers.
"Forced combatants found. Usual mo. Load tranqs. Get a scan."
They'd been encountering these slave soldiers as often as any actual batarian combatant since arriving planet side. The first squads had chewed through them as a result of not being sure how to respond. Though they'd quickly wisened up once they realized the proper approach to these slaves was detainment. At least for a time. In recent days the squints had begun employing some foul reactions to their detaining approach once word spread. Even as they remained in cover, their sniper scanned ahead. Visor sending tactical feeds to their fellow 1st as they broke down the forced combatants. Then cursed storm.
"Third To the left. Neck shows recent surgery….fuck. Detecting detonator tied to vitals. Detecting stimulants in their blood stream. We got a Ticker. God damn it."
Tickers. A soldiers worst nightmare. The main infantry lacked the more sophisticated equipment of the knight houses or special forces so they'd found that tranqing slaves usually resulted in the loss of the entire group when their hearts dropped below a certain beats per minute. The pirates were seeking to either deny the slaves freedom or using the humans compassion against themselves.
"Can you take out the bomb?"
"We'll have to dig it out."
"Shouldn't be a problem. Popping Beacon on local bands."
Shepard was no Kira Yamito but she wasn't one to let a slave die if she could help it. She'd do her duty if they couldn't find a way around the insidious trap. Though there was a high chance the slave group would be entirely lost. Decisions. Decisions.
"Get into position. Move in five."
Her mind made up, she directed the rest of her squad using her her hud to begin taking taking positions within the hall. With a signal, they'd begin approaching the hastily put together barricade, before she'd reach out if her cloak to grab the slave turian. Cloaks deactivated to allow them to recharge, they fell upon the slaves. The startled female finds herself flung over the barricade as the rest receive several shots to overload their cheap kinetic barriers before delivering tranqs to exposed muscle or brute forcing it through their simple armor. The slave thrashed like mad, either from fear or from the Stims, it was hard to say. Shepard didn't even bother telling her to calm down. That would be the last thing she wanted.
Her HUD informed her of a squad of regulars approaching from behind as they rushed to secure the slaves upon spotting the recon team at the end of the hallway. Thankfully they'd picked up on the request by her and her team. Simple uniformed men and women moved to secure the skates as a knight of all things stomped in behind them. Heavy tungsten shield held as they walked through the barricade and stood on the other side. Sadly Shepard couldn't attend to the matter of the not yet named knight. She had a squirming slave to deal with. A knife is drawn from her belt and a set of hands are applied to the slaves body to hold them still. Head twisted to the side.
"Found it. Keep her steady. I was never the best at field surgery after all."
There they are greeted by the insertion point. The carapace like bone had been sliced through and currently leaked a clear liquid from the incision which had been stapled closed. Turian flesh was no laughing matter in terms of wireriness. A little less then you'd average military personnel's musculature. Head head to the side, Shepard would ignite the small handheld beam saber on its lowest setting. Applying the flat of the blade to the staples. With a hiss, they'd crack open and the infection was laid to bare before them. The scent of it causing the regulars to attach their rebreathers. Several spurts of puss and clear fluid splattered across her visor as the infected tissue was exposed to the recycled air of the complex.
"Staples have been dealt with. Moving to extract the bomb. I need some more light and some additional fingers to keep this open and clear."
Forceps extracted from her emergence first aid kit, she would plug them into the inflamed neck of the turian. Though the slave didn't cry out, likely due to the pain numbing concoction of stims in her system. Inflamed flesh parted slowly as puffy meat is pulled aside and held open by another soldier on her left and right. Fingers pushing into the muscle and causing the inflamed meat to discharge more fluid. This infection was bad, they'd need proper medical treatment especially after all this. With a breath, she'd spy it, the source of all this needless work.
"Bomb device spotted. Beginning removal."
Spherical, hastily attached to a series of nerves that more then likely led to the heart. With a secondary device attached to the spinal column. The slavers knew their biology. Sadly Shepard didn't. More interested in guns during basic then medical. Then again when she was in basic, aliens outside of the ELS weren't known. Distractions aside, she'd reach in, and start to peel back the explosive device, reaching into her kit once it was lifted away, to retrieve another, forceps left embedded into the wound. She could already feel perspiration on her forehead. This was a tricky situation. Then a shard of sand impacted the near by wall.
"Hostiles progressing down the corridor. Moving to engage."
That was the nameless knight. Even the rest of the regulars were getting into cover alongside her own squad.
"I need five more minutes or this thing will bring the ceiling down on us."
Her voice was a bit strained given the situation, being stuck near a firefight while dealing with a bomb diffusing was a nightmare scenario even for the best EOD specialist. Let alone a special forces with some explosive diffusal classes. Breathing in, Shepard would place a scanner against the neck of the Turian to scan the device. Showing the wiring connecting the explosive to the box like device further beneath the neck and attached to the spine. Several wires attached to this smaller one. With a hiss, she would shift her eyes between the scanner and the wires. She'd have to cut them before she could extract the explosive.
"Reinforcements inbound."
The sound of the knight, an older man, echoed over general coms. Though without any indication of whose side they were on, it left her feeling panicked. Enough so that she decided to throw caution to the wind. With a ship, she severed two wires from the box and then the rest. All in one fluid motion. Causing the light on the explosive to activate. Causing her eyes to widen before she snapped up.
"Explosive active. Get clear!"
With a burst of speed, holding the explosive, Shepard vaulted over the barricade and into the ongoing gunfight, before, and with a surge of energy, threw. She and the others watched, as the explosive became grounded in a strange black and purple field of energy as it left her hand. Causing the woman to blink as blood trickled down her nose. The explosive landing amongst the incoming batarians and robots, just as it exploded. Consuming the whole group. Though the humans, new types, Neo mobile dolls, and coordinators just stood there, looking at the wall of dust in confusion, before Shepard voiced their general mood over what they'd just seen.
"What?"
Though there was no time to figure out the situation as additional contacts came rushing up the corridor. Another group of ten. Shepard however, was about done with anymore surprises. Hefting her rifle, she put an anti-material round into the first Batarian to turn the corner. Their kinetic barrier however withstood the first round. It did disorient them immensely which led to them not dodging the second round. The shield collapsing and taking their head off. A shower of metal, bone, and brain matter showering across the rest of their squad.
This fighting was far from over, given the fact that they were still only on the first floor of the complex. A beach head into the wider network.
Then a thump echoed behind her as a round impacted amidst the group as they scattered into side cover. Kinetic barriers were rated for kinetic energy. To disperse and render it harmless. They had some defense against beam given their use of gravity as well. Plasma on the other hand-
Striking the body that had collapsed in the middle of the corridor, a large Sphere of green and blue energy erupted, bathing the slavers in cover with the burning plasma. Given most armor is made of a composite ceramic as opposed to traditional metal armors due to kinetic barriers. So even the plasma was rendered somewhat moot. To all but the heads. Plasma washed over and while their bodies were protected, the hard metals of the helmets conducted the heat and energy. Flash cooking the pirates as the walls of the corridor became slightly runny before cooling as water lines burst.
"Targets neutralized."
Turning her head, Shepard saw the shoulder mounted weapon on the power armor fold back into place as the Knight began to move forward. Shaking her head, she and hers would move past the devestation. Still they had a job to do. The regulars had begun to ferry the slaves out behind them. Leaving the Knight and Special Forces squad alone to progress. She summoned her hud to get a name for the knight. Johnson. The suit was old. Perhaps first or second gen. Nearly fifteen years. Though they'd gone the extra mile with things like a fur cloak or even an actual blade at their hip. A large handheld pistol in their other hand. While on the left shoulder were a series of miniaturized Planetary Diffusers.
"Thanks for the help old timer.
The voice she'd heard was old from what she could tell. Perhaps pushing sixty. The rest of the squad fell in alongside the knight as he stomped down the corridor, head nearly scraping the above ceiling given the size. While the helmet, sporting what might be actual horns, barely turned to register, the voice came again.
"Knight Errant Johnson of the Revived Knights Templar."
Wasn't that a surprise that, as it turns out, not all had been caught up in the old dismantling by the church. Enough memners survived and kept ahold of treasuries to keep themselves in hiding from the eyes of the church. One of the first to properly emerge and swear fealty to the new rulership of himanity.
"We are glad to have you. Though what brings a knight out here? Shouldn't you be swearing loyalty to some princess or something?"
Not all that remained in the UEA were on board with the current leadership. The youth of today had enough historical archives to point out the failure of monarchies. Yet one merely had to point to the last few centuries of rampant corporate greed and abuse to make the argument about the treatment of man beneath their purview. One could be regulated by checks and balances. The other was able to grow rampant and out of control like a multi-headed Hydra. Shepard still held a lot of irritation towards the current rule. Yet when looking at the alternative? Tye new Systems Alliance? It made it hard to come to a proper conclusive idea.
"I am. The Admiral's wife has asked me to see her husband safely home. I am here to lend and render aid."
There was something to be said about piety and general humanity. Doing such daunting and dangerous things without asking for compensation? Few could claim to be willing to go that far.
"Well. You really are a knight in shining- movement. Reading ten signatures."
A Glyph to signal the squad get into cover appeared across their huds. Yet the knight kept moving forward, pistol rising as the planetary diffusers detached from his shoulder and started to put themselves between the incoming hostile. From down the hall, came the ten as expected. All but eight were batarians. The last two being asari. Guns held up, all ten fired. Even the two in the back with pistols. Only to harmlessly collide with the shielding in midair. Then the knight broadcasted in Batarian.
"Lay down your weapons. Give up your feeble fight. This will only end in your deaths."
Shepard held her breath before swearing in Batarian came from down the cooridore. Causing her to sigh as she loaded a new magazine and racked the slide. Preparing for another firefight.
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United Earth Alliance
"Devil" Mobile Doll: Elimination Batallion
Unknown
Their first sensation was that of static. They were being reactivated? The hmm of unknown systems and processing power filled and shifted as their os began to reboot. So they had survived. They worked, for they felt like the proper identification, to connect their software with any localized optical cabling and observation devices. They detected they likely had been downloaded from the damaged chassis after their reactor went haywire. Though the fact enough circuitry survived to ensure their programming and personality matrix could be cabbages was actually impressive. With a flash of light and the remaining optic spring, they beheld…
Author's Notes!
Seems that the last chapter earned quite a bit of flak for the fact humanity, not even a year after meeting the council, isn't rofl stomping(dated word is dated) the Council. Guys if you haven't picked up. Humanity is numerically outpaced. The situation is basically British vs American Colonists. With a similar reason why neither side could sustain a protracted invasion of each others territory. To much distance for the council. Not enough manpower for humanity. It's Quality vs Quantity but the quantity has some quality as well.
Also if you guys haven't figured it out yet. The System's Alliance is made up of basically villain organizations from the 3 major series. That are using the council as a shield to rebuild their strength. If earth were to attack them. They'd instigate war with the council. Giving the Alliance the time needed to rebuild. In last chapter I showcased this by the fact Neo-LOGOS has restarted its Extended program but learned from Zeon to incorporate cybernetics into their psychotic child soldiers.
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So a server on discord im in did some calcs based on the main gun on mass effect dreads.
" An 800-meter mass accelerator is capable of accelerating one 20 kg. slug to a velocity of 4025 km/s every two seconds."
That's 8.10140776356678e13 joules per second.
...19.36 terawatts.
So remember. That's what a standard dread in mass effect using mass effect fields.
So to those saying ME is weak. Well. There ya go.
God reapers are going to be fucking nightmare I can't wait.
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So yes. Devil will be a recurring character. As well as the focus of a series of one shots, depending on feedback from yall. Might well get its own story. If anyone had suggestions on a series to have Devil end up in. Please. Post it in your review!
Current ones I thought was Azur Lane, Nikke, Armored Core, Any Gundam Series, Star Trek, Babylon 5, Warhammer 40, and maybe Ace Combat.
Please. Post it in your review which you guys would be interested in reading as a one shot!
Date Started: 5/24/2024
Date Finished: 9/24/2024
Information Added since the Last Chapter.
Troop, Mobile Suit, and Vehicle Transports:
Wet Ships:
Fighters:
Ground Vehicles:
Heavy Vehicle/Land Ships:
Mobile Suits: Batarian Chen Mk1
Special Units:
Gundams:
Mobile Armors:
Space Ships of the Line:
Space Stations:
Information
Mobile Dolls: The horrors of the End War is still fresh in many minds after the Romafellor utilized the Dolls to eye watering devastating results. Most thought that after the Neos were developed, that the old program were to be scrapped. Yet it was their descendants that pushed for them to be coveted by the new rights laws. Now, mobile dolls are still used in war. Even surpassing that of their descendants on sheer carnage due to their inhuman thought process. First generations such as "Devil" featured in this chapter have been shown to developing something akin to a personality. Along with others. They are generally only used in surplus One Year War up to the End War. As we are seeing in Ukraine and even with America, aging pre-2000 weapons are sold in bulk from stockpiles to other nations. This is what's occurred with the dolls. Unlike irl, the programming of the Mobile Doll doesn't need massive technological overhauls to make them optimal outside of facing modern machines. They however are still seen as butchers by veterans of the wars they were created in. Leading to a lot of soldiers refusing to operate on the same field of war and even some commanders seeing them as war crimes.
Devil: A mobile doll based in the aging chassis of the Leo, this ancient machine of some thirty years has seen fighting from many different environments. It's begun to develop several quirks from its programming that have effected its approach. Not on the same level as its descents, it's able to emote through subtle gestures.
Mirage Cloak: A design based on that of the Aigis and Desthscythe Hell Custom Gundam. As well as Athena station, this mobile infantry cloak is a short use cloaking device seen only amongst earth's best. Though recent reports that the SA have created their own.
Batarian Mobile Suits: Yes you read that right, the months that have passed has led to the creation of a general first generation suit within the Hegemony that is starting to see widespread use amongst pirate factions. Though the power supply is still being fine tuned, leading to its large size as they are not yet to the stage to miniaturize its power unit to allow for smaller forces. They still are pushing the first models out in record numbers. They've already begun appearing within pirate forces in preparation for mankind's retaliation or their own. Dimensions are as follows.
Chen Mk1 Mobile Suit
Overall Height: 28.5 Meters
Overall Length: 5.5 Meters
Overall Width: 7.1 Meters
Base Weight: 160 Tons
Full Weight: 240 Tons
Power Source: Gunship Model Mass Effect Core
Propulsion System: Legs
Weapon Systems
1 x 120mm Left Wrist Mass Effect Machine Gunh
1 x Right Shoulder Mounted 4 Barreled Missile Pod (4 Missiles)
Equipment Systems
None
Reviews
Blitzninja02: So likely given the relatively new nature of their mobile suits and gundams, they will be held off and revealed in future chapters. Or when we get to maybe Mass Effect 2 or 3. In that sense, Corpos will have caught up and Mass Effect Tech might be incorporated or be studied to allow for the replication of ME tech within MS. Basically, as the setting progresses we may start seeing not only Witch Mecha but also the other settings.
