OK on second though, I really did not want to post that.
Instead here is what I wanted to post instead.
This FanFiction revolves around the Gundam UC timeline.
Its similar to the 8th MS Team in idea but its based around a mass produced mobile suit called a NEMO, which is a real mobile suit in Gundam ZETA.
Characters are all original
Ginko Urst-Protagonist, has a troubled past, Mobile Suit is a custom NEMO with salvaged aprts and equipment. Nicknamed as "The Bloodless Ronin" Freelancer for either side after his team mates where wiped out by the TITANS. Joins up with a new team fighting for the AEUG.
Is a left handed Beam Sabre artist, right handed beam rifle, right handed shield user. stock coloring of forest green for NEMO
Johna Zarta-CO of the team, recruited Ginko after hearing of his exploits, has some sort of ulterior motive for Ginko?
Normal piloting configuration, Stock NEMO with jungle camo colors, enhanced communications suit for command of her team
Klar Matheuws-XO 2nd in command after Johna. Snarky and friendly, good all around soldier, more like the team glue.
Normal piloting configuration, Stock NEMO with jungle camo
Tanya Lii-Sniper Specialist and intell, lesbian but more of a mother figure to the other girls on base.
Custom sensor suit for targetting in her Nemo, standard piloting configuration, jungle camo and then some
Maxine-Youngest of the group, skilled dual weilder beam sabre artist, can be very shy but opens up to anythign that impresses her, nicknamed Maxy by the others, renaimed Xine by Ginko
Other characters later on.
Extension of the fighter, pilot of the sword
Universal Century 0088
Opportunity From the Past
Ginko Urst woke up to the pop of the fire that he had set up the night before. The quetly sparkiling fire taht was once present was now a small pile of glowing emebers the wood still retaining its shape as it poped and hissed form the morning dew. Urst slowly closed his eyes again and went back to sleep, knowing that since the sun was not warming yet, he still had time to catch the sand taht he always needed.
The sun was nearly over head of him, and he slowly opened his eyes as he felt the sleeping bag's collected warmth from teh sun carress his body, like the warm body he so long for when he had one next to him long ago. He sat up, bringing his knees to his chest them letting them spread back down, his hands between them. he looked up and saw his Mobile Suit, a MSA-003 NEMO. Most would not agree on having such a masss produced machine for use ona battle feild. For Urst, he prefered the machine, konwing that lack of spare aprts would be rendered null as long as he came on to battle feilds in their aftermath.
He got back from his cold bath in the stream a short walk from his campsite. He went out in the nude since he saw no reason to wear a towel except to dry the long mane of hair that he neglected to cut. He pulled outa fresh set of clothes that he washed th day before, puling it off the cooling vent of the foot pad joint of his NEMO. The warmth of the clothes felt just as good as the sun on the sleeping bag. He made breakfast, a mic of field rations and some real food stuffs, and he boiled a small survible kettle of green tea.
He sat after he was done preparing his breakfast and gave a small offering of thanks. He took his lunatitanium mug that he fashioned from an unsalvageable oil cup from a felled mobile suit. He took a small sip from the mug, savoring the rare taste fo the tea that he often went to great legnths to bargain for, letting the flavor of the drink run down his torugh and warm him inside. He proceeded to stuff his face, yet always sued hsi anpkin, with breakfast.
Urst cleaned off from breakfast and carefully packed up his tent and cleaned his campsite. He dumped the remainder of the unused kettle of water on teh fire to douse it out and then kicked dirt on the remaining embers to snuff them out. He stowed his camping equpiment in the left skirt flap of the mobile suits armor and locked ittight in the locker. He walked up to his mobile suit, the cable lift dangling a foot off the ground, and mounted it, he waited fr a second as it sensed his wheight and it lifted him up. The cable lift stopped just enough for him to reach out withhis other foot and touch the foot plate to his cockpit.. The footplate raised up to give him an even keel and he walked inside. Pulling on the flight suit, he checked the seals and then placed his helmet on, not sealing the visor.
He initiated the start up sequenced and the mobile suit hummed to life to nominal levels of operation. He sealed the cockpit hach, as the overhead hatch claped and sealed in to place, seals of the door and cockpit disapeared as he recieved a 360 panoramic hemispheric view of his outside around him. He looked at the armour board and all his systems where blue, except his antenae, which was black, meaning that teh minovsky particles where too dense for him to detect any one on radar or sonar, but so that no one would detect him.
He sighed and then breath in deeply, the psycumu equipment he salvaged imiting his eveery thought to the mobile suit, as the torso and hecst area moved in a crude mimic to imualte his breathing excersie. He slowly thought through the process of taking his right hand while lifting his foot and placing ti forward. Though he used the pedals and the control grips, his mobile suit moved forward like an extension of the fighter inside. The maagnetically coated joints he once slavages from a colony research site where moving fluidly to mimic the movements of his excersie, the mobile suit perfomrin iwth its own mechanicle grace the excersizes its warrior inside extended it to.
He finnished off the last of his excersizes, moving his NEMO toward the heading that he had set up the day before. He was certain that what he was heading for was an AEUG out post, and he hoped to hook up with possibly the main fleet up in space. He set his unit on auto pilot and sat back, taking a nap.
*"Why is that your shield is mounted on your right hand of your mobile suit?"
"Well, since I'm actually better with my left hand with my beam sabre, I moved it to the right, becasue as I see it, I would rather have control in melee where a beam rifle is more of only a burst of concentration, rather in which a beam sabre requires my full piloting to control properly. Also, its because I'm left handed with my sabre, and right handed with my gun"
"Right, your shield is like the ZEON and TITAN units that have their shields on the right"
"Don'r even think about suggesting that I was from Zeon or the Titans. You'll leave it at that"*
He woke up to see 3 NEMOs in forest camouflage scheme pointing their guns at him, one on his head, two at his knees. The one pointing at his head placed the muzzle of the beam rifle on his head.
"Are you lost or something? Becasue you have been standing otuside the entrance for the last one and a half hours"
"In a way yes, I am looking for the AEUG out post araldana phentus"
"You can be taken in pieces or we can take your weapons for you, including your beam sabres, and please jetison your head vulcan's ammo"
"You may retain your shield"
He released the hostler for his beam sabres takin one in each hand. then placed his hands next to his head and caught the ammo boxes that where dumped out. He handed it out towards the mobile suit with the contanct linked gun to his head. Unhostlering the beam rifle, he passed it behind him but first. He then placed his hands behind his head.
"Is that satisfactory?"
"Yes, no need to place your hands up like that, just move forward, its only a precaution so that we know that you say who you really are"
The unit witha contact link to his head witht emuzzle pointed an index finger at him and a thin contact cable attached itslef magnetically to his chest.
"Just keep in range of the wire, Minovsky particles are being disperesed right now and its all just for you. By the way, what's your name, I know we where supposed to get a conscript, but you look freelance."
"Ginko Urst, of the former 57th squad platoon"
"57th SP? Oh, sorry about the whole fuck up with that."
"its fine, I'm not as bad as I was when it happened"
They let the conversation drop right there, as they finaly approached the iner hanger of the cavernose underground base. Ginko let his suit kneel down and oppened the cockpit door open up and let out the lift cable. He stepped on the cable and it let him down. He looked up and arround him and saw taht for soemreason or another, that this time, this job might actualy be better, and permananet.
Instead here is what I wanted to post instead.
This FanFiction revolves around the Gundam UC timeline.
Its similar to the 8th MS Team in idea but its based around a mass produced mobile suit called a NEMO, which is a real mobile suit in Gundam ZETA.
Characters are all original
Ginko Urst-Protagonist, has a troubled past, Mobile Suit is a custom NEMO with salvaged aprts and equipment. Nicknamed as "The Bloodless Ronin" Freelancer for either side after his team mates where wiped out by the TITANS. Joins up with a new team fighting for the AEUG.
Is a left handed Beam Sabre artist, right handed beam rifle, right handed shield user. stock coloring of forest green for NEMO
Johna Zarta-CO of the team, recruited Ginko after hearing of his exploits, has some sort of ulterior motive for Ginko?
Normal piloting configuration, Stock NEMO with jungle camo colors, enhanced communications suit for command of her team
Klar Matheuws-XO 2nd in command after Johna. Snarky and friendly, good all around soldier, more like the team glue.
Normal piloting configuration, Stock NEMO with jungle camo
Tanya Lii-Sniper Specialist and intell, lesbian but more of a mother figure to the other girls on base.
Custom sensor suit for targetting in her Nemo, standard piloting configuration, jungle camo and then some
Maxine-Youngest of the group, skilled dual weilder beam sabre artist, can be very shy but opens up to anythign that impresses her, nicknamed Maxy by the others, renaimed Xine by Ginko
Other characters later on.
Extension of the fighter, pilot of the sword
Universal Century 0088
Opportunity From the Past
Ginko Urst woke up to the pop of the fire that he had set up the night before. The quetly sparkiling fire taht was once present was now a small pile of glowing emebers the wood still retaining its shape as it poped and hissed form the morning dew. Urst slowly closed his eyes again and went back to sleep, knowing that since the sun was not warming yet, he still had time to catch the sand taht he always needed.
The sun was nearly over head of him, and he slowly opened his eyes as he felt the sleeping bag's collected warmth from teh sun carress his body, like the warm body he so long for when he had one next to him long ago. He sat up, bringing his knees to his chest them letting them spread back down, his hands between them. he looked up and saw his Mobile Suit, a MSA-003 NEMO. Most would not agree on having such a masss produced machine for use ona battle feild. For Urst, he prefered the machine, konwing that lack of spare aprts would be rendered null as long as he came on to battle feilds in their aftermath.
He got back from his cold bath in the stream a short walk from his campsite. He went out in the nude since he saw no reason to wear a towel except to dry the long mane of hair that he neglected to cut. He pulled outa fresh set of clothes that he washed th day before, puling it off the cooling vent of the foot pad joint of his NEMO. The warmth of the clothes felt just as good as the sun on the sleeping bag. He made breakfast, a mic of field rations and some real food stuffs, and he boiled a small survible kettle of green tea.
He sat after he was done preparing his breakfast and gave a small offering of thanks. He took his lunatitanium mug that he fashioned from an unsalvageable oil cup from a felled mobile suit. He took a small sip from the mug, savoring the rare taste fo the tea that he often went to great legnths to bargain for, letting the flavor of the drink run down his torugh and warm him inside. He proceeded to stuff his face, yet always sued hsi anpkin, with breakfast.
Urst cleaned off from breakfast and carefully packed up his tent and cleaned his campsite. He dumped the remainder of the unused kettle of water on teh fire to douse it out and then kicked dirt on the remaining embers to snuff them out. He stowed his camping equpiment in the left skirt flap of the mobile suits armor and locked ittight in the locker. He walked up to his mobile suit, the cable lift dangling a foot off the ground, and mounted it, he waited fr a second as it sensed his wheight and it lifted him up. The cable lift stopped just enough for him to reach out withhis other foot and touch the foot plate to his cockpit.. The footplate raised up to give him an even keel and he walked inside. Pulling on the flight suit, he checked the seals and then placed his helmet on, not sealing the visor.
He initiated the start up sequenced and the mobile suit hummed to life to nominal levels of operation. He sealed the cockpit hach, as the overhead hatch claped and sealed in to place, seals of the door and cockpit disapeared as he recieved a 360 panoramic hemispheric view of his outside around him. He looked at the armour board and all his systems where blue, except his antenae, which was black, meaning that teh minovsky particles where too dense for him to detect any one on radar or sonar, but so that no one would detect him.
He sighed and then breath in deeply, the psycumu equipment he salvaged imiting his eveery thought to the mobile suit, as the torso and hecst area moved in a crude mimic to imualte his breathing excersie. He slowly thought through the process of taking his right hand while lifting his foot and placing ti forward. Though he used the pedals and the control grips, his mobile suit moved forward like an extension of the fighter inside. The maagnetically coated joints he once slavages from a colony research site where moving fluidly to mimic the movements of his excersie, the mobile suit perfomrin iwth its own mechanicle grace the excersizes its warrior inside extended it to.
He finnished off the last of his excersizes, moving his NEMO toward the heading that he had set up the day before. He was certain that what he was heading for was an AEUG out post, and he hoped to hook up with possibly the main fleet up in space. He set his unit on auto pilot and sat back, taking a nap.
*"Why is that your shield is mounted on your right hand of your mobile suit?"
"Well, since I'm actually better with my left hand with my beam sabre, I moved it to the right, becasue as I see it, I would rather have control in melee where a beam rifle is more of only a burst of concentration, rather in which a beam sabre requires my full piloting to control properly. Also, its because I'm left handed with my sabre, and right handed with my gun"
"Right, your shield is like the ZEON and TITAN units that have their shields on the right"
"Don'r even think about suggesting that I was from Zeon or the Titans. You'll leave it at that"*
He woke up to see 3 NEMOs in forest camouflage scheme pointing their guns at him, one on his head, two at his knees. The one pointing at his head placed the muzzle of the beam rifle on his head.
"Are you lost or something? Becasue you have been standing otuside the entrance for the last one and a half hours"
"In a way yes, I am looking for the AEUG out post araldana phentus"
"You can be taken in pieces or we can take your weapons for you, including your beam sabres, and please jetison your head vulcan's ammo"
"You may retain your shield"
He released the hostler for his beam sabres takin one in each hand. then placed his hands next to his head and caught the ammo boxes that where dumped out. He handed it out towards the mobile suit with the contanct linked gun to his head. Unhostlering the beam rifle, he passed it behind him but first. He then placed his hands behind his head.
"Is that satisfactory?"
"Yes, no need to place your hands up like that, just move forward, its only a precaution so that we know that you say who you really are"
The unit witha contact link to his head witht emuzzle pointed an index finger at him and a thin contact cable attached itslef magnetically to his chest.
"Just keep in range of the wire, Minovsky particles are being disperesed right now and its all just for you. By the way, what's your name, I know we where supposed to get a conscript, but you look freelance."
"Ginko Urst, of the former 57th squad platoon"
"57th SP? Oh, sorry about the whole fuck up with that."
"its fine, I'm not as bad as I was when it happened"
They let the conversation drop right there, as they finaly approached the iner hanger of the cavernose underground base. Ginko let his suit kneel down and oppened the cockpit door open up and let out the lift cable. He stepped on the cable and it let him down. He looked up and arround him and saw taht for soemreason or another, that this time, this job might actualy be better, and permananet.
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