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testrun_box2013-03-23 02:36 pm
runners_low) wrote in testrun_box2013-03-23 02:36 pm
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Testrun for UG@
[1]
[There's a mission soon. Felicita volunteered to sortie, but the request was rejected. The reason - who knows? Maybe she's sick or wounded. Maybe her unit is damaged. Or maybe the side-effects of combat drugs are increasing and it was decided she should take it easy for a while - or forever.
Either way you are the one to deliver the news to the bed-bound girl, and she does not look happy about.]
No. No, no no no. You must reconsider, please.
I must pilot.
[2]
[Whatever you're doing, you are being followed by a small levitating robot. Maybe you know it belongs to a certain ill girl, maybe you don't. Either way, it's not going away soon, taking it your actions and movements with curiosity. What do?]
[3]
[Combat prompt! The situation was looking really bad there, but Felicita ran in with a defensive support - and her agile mobile suit Deva tackled an enemy out of the way, an enemy that would deal you some serious damage otherwise.]
Don't worry. I'm here now, I'll beat them all up.
[Regardless, you are still outnumbered. Considering what you know of Deva's capabilities, Felicita can NOT take all the bad guys just by herself.]
[4]
[And... she screwed up. It's not necessarily related to prompt #3, but whatever Felicita was trying to do, she failed. And there are consequences. Maybe a mission failed or an important target fled. Or maybe even innocent people got killed.]
I'm sorry...
I didn't mean to. I... tried my best. Just please...
[Either way she fully realizes it, considering she's on the verge of tears now.]
[There's a mission soon. Felicita volunteered to sortie, but the request was rejected. The reason - who knows? Maybe she's sick or wounded. Maybe her unit is damaged. Or maybe the side-effects of combat drugs are increasing and it was decided she should take it easy for a while - or forever.
Either way you are the one to deliver the news to the bed-bound girl, and she does not look happy about.]
No. No, no no no. You must reconsider, please.
I must pilot.
[2]
[Whatever you're doing, you are being followed by a small levitating robot. Maybe you know it belongs to a certain ill girl, maybe you don't. Either way, it's not going away soon, taking it your actions and movements with curiosity. What do?]
[3]
[Combat prompt! The situation was looking really bad there, but Felicita ran in with a defensive support - and her agile mobile suit Deva tackled an enemy out of the way, an enemy that would deal you some serious damage otherwise.]
Don't worry. I'm here now, I'll beat them all up.
[Regardless, you are still outnumbered. Considering what you know of Deva's capabilities, Felicita can NOT take all the bad guys just by herself.]
[4]
[And... she screwed up. It's not necessarily related to prompt #3, but whatever Felicita was trying to do, she failed. And there are consequences. Maybe a mission failed or an important target fled. Or maybe even innocent people got killed.]
I'm sorry...
I didn't mean to. I... tried my best. Just please...
[Either way she fully realizes it, considering she's on the verge of tears now.]
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[Another volley of enemy missiles! Deva evades by spinning like a ballerina at the last possible moment, projectiles missing it by mere inches.]
Because if we don't, then it is over. Over for Mother.
[The strange mobile suit runs up to the missile-armed foe. There is a flash of pink - beam strings emerge from Deva's fingers as it swings its arm haphazardly, its weapon slicing the foe into uneven pieces.]
And over... for me!
[Unfortunately this means all the other units can focus fire on Felicita's unit. And guess what, they do just that.]
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The Nova's jumpjets ignite, and it rockets fowards, putting the least damaged part of his mech in the path of the beam fire!
"Raaggghhh!" Matthew cries out as the Nova rocks back from the assault again.
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[Felicita cries out in panic, but then... suddenly she feels serene. Everything is calm and peaceful, and is going to be alright. This is because Putri System's overdrive mode is on, and the combat drugs kicked in. But while serene, her mood is not a passive one.
Hostiles to the right and left suddenly find themselves targetted by Deva's hand-mounted cannons, yellow beams blasting into their armor. Without losing a beat, Felicita continues by subtle but deadly swings of the beam strings. The long melee weapons fly through the air, dangerously close to Matthew's unit. But they hit nothing but their targets, slicing them apart.
You have a second of relief, before enemies realize what the hell just happened.]