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  1. IC: Lé Thanh Khiêm Wait, was somebody smoking? "Okay, who brought the gaseous cancer in here? Ugh." If that's what the idiots on the base were gonna spend their downtime, then he didn't want a part of it. He could list off... 58386228 ways that smoking was harmful, but more importantly, stupid. (That was an exaggeration). To be present in the same room with one who so stupid, willfully or not, to flaunt their foolishness was insulting to his intelligence. "This base and it's people are killing my brain cells..." Taking care to avoid both Ms. Cloud-of-Death and the rabid Shiba Inu, Khiêm began making his way out.
  2. IC: Lé Thanh Khiêm With it over, Khiêm exited the sim pod, somewhat miffed about the futility of this exercise. I now know that I am not worth ###### in a fight on my own. Just as I thought. Also, I need a new paint job. Ignoring the others around him, Khiêm sat down and pulled out a pen and pad, catching up on some inventory calculations.
  3. I cut up both of you and eat the resulting pieces of meat. My mask.
  4. Time to update again. With NOTHING!

  5. IC: Lé Thanh Khiêm "... What the ." Did that lady just throw the remains of his Walker with her Walker? Collecting himself, he attempted to find away to talk to the remaining contestants over the comms. "I'm not sure if anybody can hear me, but if you can what model of motors is the Ronin using for its joints? Because it just... Threw half a Walker at another Walker."
  6. IC: Lé Thanh Khiêm "Might as well watch the kill cam..." And just as Fairuza had done earlier, Khiêm fiddled with a few controls before entering into spectator mode from the POV of the Ronin. "Let's see how you do it, you manic Shiba..." IC: Susan Dreary It was a shame that she could not participate. Still, being on the sidelines afforded her an opportunity to reflect on her technique. Sometimes, onward reflection was not enough. It was sometimes necessary to compare one's performance to one's betters. Not so much as to put oneself down, but moreso to learn from both their strengths and weaknesses. In any case, Susan turned her eyes toward what she believed could be her new flight leader. The Mune... What? She couldn't remember. "Teaming up with a ground unit; I guess that's simply a tournament strategy. You would only do that in real life if you got separated from your squadron, I suppose."
  7. IC: Lé Thanh Khiêm Opponent advancing coming in quick quick quickquick######### -- GRENADES NOW NOW!!!!!!!! The Boom's damaged left arm meant that switching to mêlée would be impossible in this short amount of time. All that Khiêm could do was unload the shoulder grenade cannons as fast as he could. In desperation, 40mm grenades began flying out from The Boom but before Khiêm could appraise what damage he had done (if any) to Ronin or notice the approaching Gallia, the camera feed cut off as Khiêm's simulation ended. "... It's over."
  8. OOC: going to assume that Walkers have car dashboards with check engine lights and whatnot. IC: Lé Thanh Khiêm Something slammed into The Boom. Then the dreaded warning light came on. Heavy damage to torso. Left shoulder non-functional. Flanked?! Turning the Warrior's ocular unit to the left of his cover, Khiêm saw through the visual feed the form of a samurai spraying lead at him while rapidly closing, brandishing it's mêlée weapon. With a horrible sound of creaking joints and twisting metal, Khiêm engaged his own Warrior's thrusters, attempting to maintain distance between himself and the rabid Shiba Inu. The last two rounds in The Boom's magazine -- both HEDP grenades -- desperately flew towards the mad warrior running him down even as the damaged Warrior rounded a corner, running like a rabbit while being riddled with bullet holes. Khiêm's dashboard continued to light up like a Christmas tree; with so many errors, it was probably over for him no matter how his pursuer fared. "... Please don't shout 'Banzai'. Just don't."
  9. IC: Lé Thanh Khiêm A lot of smoke, bottled tinnitus, but I didn't hear the sound of twisting metal clattering on the ground... Probably no damage done. Total failure. Will revise round order after this match. The other contestants probably would have heard the smoke and hear the noise of the rounds he fired. They would be coming soon. "Time to get out..." Keeping an eye out for any sudden movement, Khiêm moved The Boom behind another building farther away from Ronin.
  10. OOC: Boss man told me it was okay over Skype, so I'll assume it's okay to post this... IC: Lé Thanh Khiêm Nobody would know where he had come from. Nobody would know who he was. He was the ghost of the simulation, a rogue NPC awakening out of season to spread havoc among the players of this game. Of course, the above paragraph was nought but a fantasy that Khiêm's mind entertained for more than a few seconds. It was true that he had just arrived at Horizon and had not made acquaintance of the majority of his future comrades-in-arms. But his presence was known to and authorized by the commanding officer of this base, and any spectators would see that the new challenger approaching was nothing more mysterious than that. And even if his opponents were not aware of it now, they would soon remember seeing a new Warrior standing in the hangar with a paint job that Khiêm was starting to regret having commissioned. So in truth, while Khiêm felt like the mysterious black-clad knight entering the royal tourney with no declared allegiance, he knew that he was probably seen as just the new guy with an overly patriotic Walker. But apparently he wasn't the only one. "Con người Nhật ngu ngốc này..." It must have been Thần Nông's curse that Khiêm had spawned close enough to the Ronin that he could discern it's red and white colour and the kabuto on its head. And with few buildings around for cover, the pilot could surely see his own Walker as well. And with the challenge that its pilot, one Lance Corporal Inoue had issued, it didn't seem that the rogue samurai was in the mood for an alliance. Khiêm had thought of this scenario, and as such had arranged for the first three rounds of his first magazine to be stacked in the order that followed: "Smoke. Flashbang. Thermobaric." With three grenades lobbed into the air at his opponent, Khiêm sent The Boom scrambling for cover behind the shell of a building already ravaged by battle. IC: Susan Having chosen to opt out from the tournament, Susan was watching the proceedings from a view screen. In particular, her eye was on Sergeant White, watching how she handled her Raptor. Her eye also strayed towards Private Reichel, wondering how he would fare.
  11. Are we waiting on a bump post? Have a bump post. So most of test team is participating; who else so far?
  12. IC: Susan "Private Alexander Reichel. Apparently a Gunner pilot."
  13. IC: Susan "Really? You'd do that? ... I'll consider it, but my back - " Just then, Susan noticed Luna's voice. "Lance Corporal Marcus. Congratulations on your promotion. As for your question, they released the straps yesterday. Nobody expressed anger at my exit of the medical Ward, so I assumed it was okay."
  14. IC: Susan "It irks me, it really does. In this condition, the only Walker I could even hope to pilot would be a Gunner, and my back condition would make the act of ejection borderline suicidal..."
  15. Name: Le Thành Khiêm Age: 24 Gender: Male Occupation: OR-2, Supply Technician, reserve Walker Pilot. Originally trained to be a Logistics Officer but failed to reach O-1 for reasons undisclosed (but easily guessed). Appearance: 5'8", 155 lb, black hair died with orange highlights (unless he gets yelled at to shave it off). Equipment: sidearm, comm unit, survival kit, calculator, pen and paper Skills: inventory management, bookkeeping, financial management, spraying grenades in barrages like a madman (except at the enemy, and when he's told to) Personality: Khiêm has the look and demeanor of a person who is perpetually off at everyone and everything. Somewhat self-righteous and quite arrogant, he tends to perceive those around him as either ignorant or flat-out stupid. He's basically a fledgling ivory tower snob. Some of his concerns are not so petty, however. Despite his business background, he is very politically minded; the relationship between the Earth Federation and the Ark Union is his primary interest. Particularly, it's his primary source of rage and frustration. There isn't much one can do to convince him that the politicians all around are not a bunch of idiot zealots (or just plain idiots). However, he holds more animosity towards he Federation as from his analysis of the situation, he has come to the conclusion that they created their own mess. Bio: The two things that Khiêm hates the most are war and the Earth Federation. Born to a business family in Vietnam, Khiêm grew up to be quite a dissenter and a contrarian in general. Trained in his family's business and choosing to study economics in university, his awareness of the world and the situation of the Federation twisted his personality into an stupidity-despising misanthrope. So what is he doing all the way in Panama, at Horizon's military base? Simple: he enlisted partly to run away from his "annoying and ignorant" family, and partly to eventually reach a position where he could exercise enough power to make change in the Federation where he saw fit. Unfortunately, his plan went awry when due to a series of gaffes, he was unable to reach officer rank. Falling victim to the Sunk Costs fallacy, as well as needing a job, Khiêm decided to enlist as a Private. After a good deal of work as a Supply Technician, Khiêm suddenly found himself transferred to a Walker unit in the wake of growing tensions between the Federation and the Ark Union. Figuring that he might as well roll with the situation, he pursued his training with gusto and eventually was able to get his own Walker. (The Walker originally belonged to his uncle, but the grenades and the paint job were all him. Not the name though.) Weakness: having been support staff for most of his military career, Khiêm has both only recently learned the basics of Walker combat and only once has been close to conflict. As such, there is a sizeable chance that he will lose his nerve if enemies come within striking range. This failing of determination is only enhanced by his lack of intrinsic loyalty to the Earth Federation. Base Model: FAW-007 Warrior Designation: The Boom (not named by him, but by his former XO) Appearance: The Boom is painted red and yellow, with a yellow star on its chest; this makes it stand out like a flag in the middle of a field. The most notable difference from the standard model is the addition of shoulder mounted automatic grenade launchers similar to those mounted on helicopters. Armaments: grenade launcher scaled up for Walker use (based on the XM25 CDTE). Fires 250mm rounds, with HEDP, thermobaric, airburst, CS gas, flashbang, smoke, and flare ammunition. Each magazine holds five rounds; The Boom holds seven magazines for a total of 35 rounds. Automatic 40mm grenade launchers have also been mounted onto the shoulders of the Walker, each holding 32 rounds; total explosive ammunition is 99 rounds. Secondary weapon is a submachine gun; melee is a standard Warrior machete. Weakness: Khiêm's choice of a grenade launcher as the primary weapon makes it vulnerable in direct confrontations due to slower fire rate. His secondary weapon mitigates this somewhat, but the difference in performance between The Boom's submachine gun and a proper automatic rifle is obvious. This pushes Khiêm to a support role akin to a mobile close-range Gunner; it is recommended that he is paired up with another Warrior to cover his weaknesses. Pilot: Le Thành Khiêm
  16. IC: Susan"I'm a Raptor pilot. During the last battle, I was shot down and didn't eject smoothly. G-forces fractured my spine. I'm okay to walk, but probably not to fly, and I'm not that great on the ground."
  17. IC: Susan "... Misdirect - oh, your Walker. That's optimistic of you. It's a good attitude to have, to a large extent." Susan inwardly sighed, before finishing: "I might have to abstain from participating, so I guess I'll be watching how you do. Hope you do well."
  18. IC: Susan "Good to have you, Private Reichel. Hopefully you have more luck in the upcoming deployments than I did." Susan turned towards the simulators and pointed. "Did you come for the contest the Major announced? Or are you here to practice?"
  19. IC: Susan "Considering it was attacked just a week ago, I can definitely agree with that." "Anyway, name? Lance Corporal Susan Dreary is speaking to who exactly?"
  20. IC: Susan In spite of her protesting back injury, Susan bow found herself standing in front of the entrance to the simulators, complete with perfect uniform. She had no idea what she was going to do here though. "Raptor training will be too hard on my back... Should I just go and try the standard Warrior? I need to find my Walker legs..." It was at that point that Susan noticed the approaching Alex. She momentarily tensed up before noticing his insignia and relaxed. "Are you new here, Private..." She waited for him to give his name, when inwardly cursing at the sudden pain in her back from jolting in shock. compression fracture...
  21. A requisition order for a new FAW-22 for Lance Corporal Susan Dreary once she has fully recovered from her injuries and is cleared for air combat. Base Model: FAW-022 Raptor Designation: whatever its serial number is (Hasn't been named yet, and probably never will be). If forced to address it as something other than its formal designation, Susan will call it "The Replacement". Appearance: aside from missile systems, no noticeable difference from the stock model. Armaments: 100mm rifle, head-mounted 20mm Vulcan guns, AGM-65 Maverick x4, AIM-120 AMRAAM x2, AIM-132 ASRAAM x2, dogfighting sensor array, combat knives Weakness: Reduced air-to-air capabilities compared to Susan's previous Walker (though that can be changed by changing the loadout). Quite plain, with no real differences from the stock Raptor model; as such, those with knowledge of the base Raptor's weaknesses can easily exploit them. Does not excel in close-range combat. Overall, it has a niche as a multirole aircraft currently optimized for ground attack, with its performance in other roles being average at best. Pilot: Susan Dreary
  22. "Well." So that battle wasn't a total FUBAR. Pretty impressive from those who didn't instantly crumble in the first wave. A part of her wanted to participate, but as if on cue, her back started hurting again. "The moment I think about it... Guess I'm sitting out this one..."
  23. IC: Susan Dreary Well, she needed something to do. Maybe start with some light exercises to get the body working again. Susan started looking for a place to work out. Preferably somewhere that she wouldn't look like an idiot in her hospital gown.
  24. IC: Susan Dreary Could she walk? She could walk. The hospital staff didn't seem too mad at her for getting out of bed, so Susan decided to take a walk. She's be back, of course, but she wanted to see what everybody else was up to.
  25. OOC: almost been a year... IC: Susan Eyes opened, and Lance Corporal Dreary looked around the room. Where am I? ... Right, that happened. I should have been better. I could have pushed it a little farther before bailing... She couldn't remember the exact number of days it had been since she was shot down. It would come to her shortly, but for now, she was too drowsy to work her brain. All that she knew was that she was in no condition to fight for at least a few more days. As well, now she was down to one more ejection max before she would lose flight clearance in the Federation Forces and be transferred behind the front lines. It made her angry.
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