Supreme Commander |
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Marianne Amatore-DeForest |
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Feature Points |
7 |
Evangelion Commander |
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Marianne Amatore-DeForest |
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Fine |
Cohesion |
16 |
Superheavy Commanders |
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SOS Squadron |
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Raphael Guillory |
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Fine |
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Cohesion |
13 |
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Horde Army Commanders |
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'Dorian Lachapelle Battlegroup |
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Marianne Amatore-DeForest |
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Fine |
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Special Circumstances |
Limited Data. There is limited data about this situation, and so there will be fog of war. |
Superior Leadership. Narendra Gadhavi was deployed. |
Vatican Treaty. Space is considered 'neutral' by the treaty (although an exception is made for a zone around Taghba). Both sides may only deploy three Evangelions. |
Powerful Enemy. We encountered Joan, Agatha and Scholastica. |
Far from Home. Halved Feature Points, rounded down. |
WIP. Starbase One is in the process of being built. It starts with 10 Magnitude, and has four special 'Constructor' specialists. Each turn, a Constructor provides +5 Magnitude to the base. Attacks against the Starbase will be allocated toward a random Constructor instead. The mission ends one turn after the base has been finished. If a Constructor has been destroyed, your deployed Capital Ship will be able to replace it. It may do this twice. If all Constructors have been destroyed, but the base is not yet finished, then the mission is automatically a failure. |
Mothership. The Dorian was Deployed. |
Victory |
5 CP From Turning Points. |
7 CP from Marianne's Logistics. |
4 CP from Mission bonus. |
Athena Lencia captured! She is worth 1 CP. |
300 XP from Turning Points. |
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Dialogue |
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"Report, Gagnier." |
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"All hostile contacts are… Pulling back from the AO, captain." |
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"What, already? We just got here." |
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"Apparently losing a squad of Supers was too much for their line to handle. Gagnier, send word of our success back to the Geofront." |
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"Aye, sir." |
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"If I may say so, captain, it does seem unusual for them to pull back so quickly, especially when they had some of their more powerful units at play." |
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"Our position was too strong. Furthermore, if they attacked they'd lose those Dysangelions, and they seem to take a good deal of time to replace. They're going to wait us out now… The next time we meet, we'll be forced onto the attack. That's when things get difficult." |
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The mood on the bridge of the Orion was one of shock. No one could bring themselves to speak outside of perfunctory status reports. |
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The UEF had won, through a combination of a shocking sudden salvo and a defensive line that seemed imprenetrable. Suggestions and scenarios had been raised and subsequently dismissed. A frontal assault would break on the front line. A siege bombardment would see them outgunned anyway. Guerrilla raids would require them to be overextended with fewer fast forces, but as it stood the UEF had mobility superiority here. There was no way to make the defenses practicable. Gadhavi had quickly called for a tactical withdrawal. |
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And here they were, 125,000 kilometres away within the Third Corridor Line- a thin wall of sensor satellites and attack platforms surrounding a small resupply station. Gadhavi looked around at his crew. Lieutenant Bele was hunched over Coordinations, reading out orders and taking battle reports from the stricken E-Destroyers and starfighters in a flat voice. Lieutenant Miama meanwhile was staring, literally, off into space. |
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JB, who had insisted he come, sat off to Gadhavi's left, his expression thoughtful, his head bowed. |
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Doctor Choi sat at Computer Control, mostly silent, but her voice steady and strong when necessary. Every so often, however, she turned and looked with concern on Gadhavi. |
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Gadhavi himself was utterly calm, however, seated in the captain's chair in his custom suit of power armour. Nothing in his bearing suggested he had just suffered a quick and decisive defeat. |
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The bridge of the Orion was organised like three concentric semi-circles, each one on a lower level than the other. The middle level was where Gadhavi sat, whilst the main exits were on the top level. It was through one of these that a young man suddenly stormed in. He was of average height, and wore flight armour, the helmet torn off to reveal a dirty, sweaty face and long blonde hair, made messy through stress. His expression was contorted into one of terrible rage; he snarled with every breath and bared his teeth. |
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"Murderer!" |
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That drew the looks of everyone in the room. Gadhavi rose to his feet and turned to face the interloper. |
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"Captain Gagarin, remove yourself from the bridge." |
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"You abandoned us! You left her to die!" |
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"Captain, remove yourself or I will have security remove you by force." |
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But Gagarin didn't leave. In fact he began storming closer, every footfall heavy and harsh. |
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"Why didn't you save her?!" |
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"Captain, you're in shock. We did everything we could- the blow simply came too quickly…" |
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"Liar! You had priority ejection codes! You- Mina didn't deserve to die!" |
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"I assure you, Captain, I've already filed the necessary paperwork with Solomon Command, they're well on their way to preparing another body- they say the soul will be ready within days because her body was so thoroughly destroyed…" |
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Gagarin said nothing. He had been struck dumb by the overwhelming rage pumping through his veins. |
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Gadhavi gave him a reassuring smile. |
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"Give it a week and she'll be good as new, like she never even sortied. Think of all the things you could do together for the first time again…" |
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Gagarin let out a howl of rage. He leapt across the barrier, drawing his sword as he did so, and suwng it wildly at Gadhavi. |
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Gadhavi sidestepped. As he did so he flicked out his right arm. From a compartment in a back panel of his armour sprung a staff, propelled to his hand through a magnet. The staff was about two feet long, although the bottom end telescoped out if needed. The top end terminated in a blunt mace-like head. In one smooth movement Gadhavi caught it and swung it against Gagarin's legs. There was the telltale sound of a pneumatic impact; Gagarin's leg armour splintered and the sound of crunching bone filled the air; he toppled. Gadhavi didn't pause; he swung his staff up and brought it down hard on Gagarin's sword arm, striking the shoulder with a ringing crack. |
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Gagarin's howl was replaced with breathless gasping. He faltered, his eyes swimming with tears. |
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"Call security. Have them take Captain Gagarin to sickbay." |
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Gadhavi knelt down and took Gagarin's sword away. As he did so he murmured a few words. |
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"We saved the priority ejection codes for you, Gagarin… That's why we couldn't save her." |
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Gagarin stared at him. Then after a few seconds his expression twisted into one of utter agony and sorrow. |
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A squad of stormtroopers quickly arrived to escort the sobbing Solomon away. An awkward tension lingered in the air, the bitter discomfort that comes after a fight has broken out and the crowd tries to reclaim normalcy. |
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Before they could, a false laugh filled the air. |
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"My my. I'd been told that you liked to share, Director, but I didn't know you were so generous as to share being beaten…" |
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"What did you say, Solomon?" |
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"I said you'd had too much of a beating, so you began sharing it with everyone else." |
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"That's what I thought you said." |
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There were only a few metres between where Gadhavi now stood and where Scholastica slouched against the wall, her eyes closed, a smug smile on her face. Gadhavi crossed them in a leap, jets in his armour propelling him violently forwards. |
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Scholastica didn't move a muscle. An AT Field burst radiantly into the air, a perfect barrier between her and Gadhavi. |
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Gadhavi swung his arm out; a wave of positron energy burst forth, shimmering like a sword of fire from emitters in his gauntlets. The AT Field split open. A small orb was held in his left hand; it split open, revealing a small blue sphere that shone with blue-white energy. The AT Field eroded. Scholastica's smile dropped suddenly, but she barely had time to open her eyes before the head of Gadhavi's staff caught her in the jaw. |
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Scholastica staggered. Gadhavi smashed the macehead into her ribs three times, knocking her to the ground. He dropped the knee into her chest, pulled back just enough to pin her arms down, and pushed the midsection of his staff into her throat. Scholastica choked. |
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"What's the matter, Solomon? Choking on those insults now, aren't you? Where's all that supernatural firepower now? Hm? Why don't you fight back?" |
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Scholastica flailed, but weakly; she didn't lay a hand on Gadhavi. |
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"Fight back! Go on! Erase me with a thought! Incinerate me!" |
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But she did nothing. |
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"Why don't you fight back?!" |
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Scholastica opened her eyes and stared up at him. |
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Gadhavi stared back. The eyes were blue and cold and hateful, but there was something familiar in that hatred… A hatred of mirrors, of reflections, a hatred of anything that defined the cage. |
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Gadhavi suddenly recoiled, pulling away as though he'd been burned. He leapt to his feet. |
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"You… You can't. Fuck me, she's forbidden you to fight me." |
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He suddenly looked around. The crew stared at him. Bele and Miama wore expressions of pure astonishment, mouths open. |
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But Choi Hyun looked sickened, repulsed. |
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And JB just looked… Profoundly, deeply disappointed. He bowed his head. |
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Gadhavi stared at them, his gaze flicking from face to face a little too desperately. The walls seemed to press in on him, and all of a sudden he had a profound sense of vertigo. |
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"Send word: Lieutenant Commander Fairchild is to take the bridge. I'll be in my quarters." |
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Without waiting for a reply or a confirmation, Gadhavi stormed away, averting his face, trying to ignore the rising shame in his breast. |