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actuallyselfish posting in srwu Jul. 29th, 2014 12:33 pm)[1]
So many people have died recently. So many people have gotten horribly hurt. And they've all left behind the wreckage of their mechs like grave markers. Fort Alhambra is swarming with technicians and engineers of every stripe and color, some working overtime, others hastily summoned back from vacation or from other UG branches.
Dido's in the thick of things, a welding rig slung over her back as she orders tech about.
"I need ScarleTiger's arm hoisted on the gantry and ready to be reattached, stat! You, you, and you: start putting Pale Rider back together. Yeah, I know you've done it before, that's why I'm trusting you with it! The rest of you, put Virgola Unit 3 and Gipsy Danger into storage–we'll deal with them after crunch-time's over!"
She turns to face you, and her bossy expression fades to fatigue. "Hey. Did you need anything?"
[2]
[Locked to Mizuki, as well as Ken potentially]
After a long day's work, Dido's kicking back with you, holding a cool bottle of beer to her over-heated head. The refurbished Sol Machines loom overheard in their gantries. DuskBird, ScarleTiger, ShelLancer. She stares up at them for a time, then turns to you and asks.
"Could you tell me about SolBalmung?"
[3]
A comn transmission is posted on the Network, addressed to every Unity Group Pilot who's built a reputation as a stone-cold badass.
"Hi." Dido says simply, scratching her head. "I need to become a better mecha pilot. Could you train me?"
So many people have died recently. So many people have gotten horribly hurt. And they've all left behind the wreckage of their mechs like grave markers. Fort Alhambra is swarming with technicians and engineers of every stripe and color, some working overtime, others hastily summoned back from vacation or from other UG branches.
Dido's in the thick of things, a welding rig slung over her back as she orders tech about.
"I need ScarleTiger's arm hoisted on the gantry and ready to be reattached, stat! You, you, and you: start putting Pale Rider back together. Yeah, I know you've done it before, that's why I'm trusting you with it! The rest of you, put Virgola Unit 3 and Gipsy Danger into storage–we'll deal with them after crunch-time's over!"
She turns to face you, and her bossy expression fades to fatigue. "Hey. Did you need anything?"
[2]
[Locked to Mizuki, as well as Ken potentially]
After a long day's work, Dido's kicking back with you, holding a cool bottle of beer to her over-heated head. The refurbished Sol Machines loom overheard in their gantries. DuskBird, ScarleTiger, ShelLancer. She stares up at them for a time, then turns to you and asks.
"Could you tell me about SolBalmung?"
[3]
A comn transmission is posted on the Network, addressed to every Unity Group Pilot who's built a reputation as a stone-cold badass.
"Hi." Dido says simply, scratching her head. "I need to become a better mecha pilot. Could you train me?"
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She pours over a streaming line of code. "Ah." She says to herself. "Just as I thought. There's something off with it's learning computer."
She glares at you. "You been doing anything weird with this Genoace lately? It's almost like..."
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She taps the side of the Genoace's processing block. "The combat data you've gathered recently is over-saturating the processor, causing it to spit out garbage data that's throwing the Genoace's gyro out of whack. It's almost...'
She struggles for the right metaphor. "...it's like your Genoace is having a nervous breakdown! From stress!"
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