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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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I... don't know. Anywhere? I'll fight anyone, and anywhere I have to.
[The mobile suit drops its head and shoulders in an unnervingly human-like manner. It seems like someone doesn't like being lectured, especially on the battlefield.]
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They did wonders for his self-esteem! (No they didn't.)
"I have never seen such a paltry answer! I have seen better tactical analyses from my pet dog! With such a half-hearted response, such an unwillingness to think, even with all the clues in front of you, you will never succeed in battle! You may as well recycle that mech for scrap and resign yourself to a bed-bound existence, sucking juices from a tube! Now stand up and quit sulking! Conduct yourself like the warrior your Deva deserves!"
He growls over the comn, still firing off suppression fire at the distant enemy forces.
"If you had even tried to analyze the map, you would have noticed terrain in this area, marked out in bright colors, quiaff? And if you had compared each location, you would have noticed that they all were rich in cover! Now how would this cover help your mech during battles?"
[Uh...sorry if this is all too harsh. Matthew hasn't mastered pep talks.]
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[The Deva looks literally taken aback. Despite its unnatural proportions, it moves like a giant human being - a shocked one in this case.]
You're a jerk.
[And it runs off to chase after the remaining enemies!]
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Matthew blinks in confusion, then frantically trots after Felicita.
"Wait! What is wrong? You were supposed to get angry and come up with a clever response, defying me and proving my scornful words wrong! Not...just run off!"
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[Distracted and puzzled by Matthew's words, Felicita turns her unit mid-run to look back at him.
A perfect opportunity for enemies who were hiding in the nearby forests, that provide excellent cover as it was just described.
Deva is barraged by a sneak attack of a missile salvo, and one or two sniper-like shots from physical rifles.]
Kyaah!
[And it falls down, smoking and heavily damaged.]