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srwu Jul. 29th, 2014 12:33 pm)
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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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[Suddenly, several Gebians appear from behind various obstacles in the hangar. And they start throwing tennis balls at Dido! Turns out, having lots of limbs means they can do that very quickly!]
Dodge!
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Dido is bowed down under the onslaught of tennis balls and sort of curls up into a ball like a rolly-polly.
She's not dodging. She should be dodging.
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[Hetepheres is attacked by balls too, but she keeps sidestepping most of them, and spins her staff to defend against some others.]
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She faces the chittering crowd of Gebians. "Alright then: you want to see some dodgeball action? You've got it!"
Dido starts sidesteping and ducking, actively trying to dodge–
–only to get smacked by every single ball anyway. "Dammit!"
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Be aware of all attacks coming in your way! A single Gebian can only throw three balls at once, it is not that much. If you are too slow to dodge all of them, then block with your limbs. They do not throw that hard, you can take it!
[Heph blocks one of the balls with a forearm, making it fly up into the air. Then, she grabs it quickly. Then, she throws it at Dido.]
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She lowers her hands in surprise. "...Huh! That was actually pretty sweet! I guess I'm starting to get the hang–"
Three tennis balls pancake her right in the face. "Blfrgaagh!"
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"...or in a row?"
Please be in total please be in total please be in total...
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"Okay...that's two! Eighteen more to go!"
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[Hetepheres looks at her wrist. Does she have a stopwatch there?]
...Perhaps doing this as a daily exercise might be too much of a strain on your schedule.
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By the way...
[Heph suddenly throws a ball out of nowhere!]
Don't lose your focus!