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Topic Started: Jan 1 2008, 12:00 AM (8,671 Views)
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Avalon, Loyalist HQ

Clarke sat in her war room, observing the holographic projection of the battle over New Gettysburg play out before her. She watched closely, the ships, the manuvers, the mechs...a somewhat frustrated expression appeared on her face.

She opened up a communications channel, and gave an order.

(Somewhat) later, a third of the Avalon defense fleet departed for New Gettysburg.

"We are NOT losing that system." Clarke said to herself.


New Gettysburg

As the battle dragged on, it was clear who held the advantage. Peterson's mechs were causing havoc in the loyalist lines and formations, and the loyalist fleet was slowly diminishing in the same way the rebel fleet had been doing so a bit before.

Suddenly, a massive amount of hyperspace signatures were dectected outside of the combat zone.

On a rebel ship, an officer, looking over the info about the new arrivals, grew very concerned.

"Loyalist reinforcements! What the...look at all of them! Can we...General Peterson, do you read? Loyalist reinforcements! That fleet is huge! Wha-What are your orders?"

The nervousness was clear in that officer's voice.

As the loyalist reinforcements began to engage, the tide of battle over New Gettysburg again seemed to be turning...


Avalon Mercinary Office

The officer again greeted "Mr. Andromeda".

"Back so soon? Very well. We've got another, less specific assignement for you. How'd you like to help secure New Gettysburg? If you're interested, just get to the combat zone and start fighting. I've already taken care of all the paperwork, so again, if you're interested, just get out there and go. This could be something big, and I wouldn't be surprised if you'd like to be in the middle of it, if it is."
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The pilot nodded.

"Affirmative. Due to the scale of the battle, I expect frequent reports on enemy strength and force size. However, I would please ask you to refer to me as Nova instead of by the name of the being that I guide. I shall be deployed within the next 10 minutes. Please inform the friendly fleet of my arrival."

And he turned about and walked right out of the office, hurrying towards the hangar. By the time he got there, his wait has been rewarded: The Andromeda's outer shell was as good as new, glimmering and reflecting light off of the black shell of its armor. Without further ado, Nova was lifted into the control cockpit of the Andromeda and again, the mech's red lines of light shone all over its body. All systems powering up, it exited the hangar and as usual, without using any jump rail or catapult deck, it floated up into the air, unaffected by gravity and got out of the moon's gravitational field on boosters alone.

Moments later, it could be seen flying towards New Gettysburg, a blue light shining around its arm as the previously-used laser cannon appeared on it, settling into its housing, the coil around the barrel glowing a dull, dangerous red. 15 seconds, and the Andromeda opened a hyperdrive tunnel to its destination and was gone out of Avalon Space yet again.

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New Gettysburg

The Andromeda's timing was almost perfect. The moment the fleet reinforcements arrived, the hyperdrive tunnel's exit opened up and the black mech shot out of it like a bat out of hell, minus the wings, stopping right outside the combat zone where the Avalon Fleet just arrived. Trusting the communication relays from Avalon to the fleet, the mech was absolutely sure that it would not receive friendly fire and turned to face the rebel side, watching as its fighters wrought havoc amongst the Avalon forces.

Without any warning, it raised up its laser weapon, and 200 of the fighter ships on the rebel side found themselves experiencing the red alert lights of an ionic beacon lock-on system. The barrel of the cannon the Andromeda aimed began to rotate again, glowing brighter and brighter by the second... Before unleashing a long beam of energy towards the center of the rebel force. And just as the beam got in range of the first fighter who it seemed to miss horribly, it split into hundreds of smaller beams that followed an ionic pathway created by the strange beacon system the cannon used, homing the lasers in on their designated targets...

(Keep in mind that these CAN be dodged by skilled pilots. But only by guys who have been fighting for a long time and know how to evade FAST tracking systems.)
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~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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-New Gettysburg-

Despite the new overwhelming odds the Rebels now faced, Peterson could only smirk, blasting away from Iron Man and forcing the mechanic to back off with a few blasts.

“All units, this is your Commander, Richard Peterson speaking! Prepare for Operation Double Strike! You know what to do!”

He pushed a lever on his mech, and his custom Geloog flew upwards, “Phase One, Retreat!”

The Spork, who flew away from the destroyed RAY, heard the communications, then nodded.

As the Andromeda fired a fast blast of energy, there was a flicker, a few ships and mechs escaping into hyper space, others being destroyed, and others able to dodge.

A red and black Geloog burst from the blasts, not a scratch on it, as Peterson charged forward, bringing around the close range beam weapon. On two ends held a beam ‘sword’, connected by a long metal staff between them. (I have no idea what it would be called…A dual halberd?)

Peterson was an incredibly experienced pilot and commander. Before the rebellion, he was highly decorated as a colonel, and the only reason he had not become a political leader in the Rebel Government, was because he felt his services were better for the battle field.

Nova, and his mech the Andromeda were good. So was Peterson, and his Geloog Mobile Suit was customized specially by him.

It would be an interesting battle, except for the fact Peterson wasn’t aiming to battle.

As the Commander distracted Andromeda, it gave the other ships more time to escape, along with a few other highly skilled pilots covering there tails in order to get the maximum amount of survivors.

They would be needed.

Finally, a single transport was left, and Peterson pulled back, as the transport ship fired a small device…

It was a nuclear bomb, heading straight for the mass of Loyalist Ships, hopefully giving the other mechs enough time to get on the transport and escape. And prepare…

-Space, between Avalon and New Gettysburg-

Eggman chuckled, looking over the battle, then smiled.

Yes…it looks like it was going according to plan…Soon…

He ordered his fleet to change course. It was time he showed his ‘support’ for the rebellion.

(Sorry for that bit of autoing HA, but I didn’t want everything to get bogged down in an one on one fight just yet. ‘Sides, Peterson needs to fight Didymus later.)
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(No prob, CPoC. This turns out perfectly. Heck, we ALL have VERY powerful machines here, not just some of us. And I really WAS expecting the rebels to win though... And hey, you're one of the two who leads this RP.)

The Andromeda and its pilot responded magnificently to the attack. Since the Gelgoog attacked it head-on to attempt to head off its own attacks while the weapon the Andromeda was using was still charging, the black mech was forced to start disbanding the cannon, the free hand going to its waist and pulling out the sword, a greenish aura flaring up around the edge of the blade. Moving quickly, it intercepted the Gelgoog's attack trajectory and clashed its seemingly solid-metal weapon with the energy weapon of an enemy.

In many cases, the solid weapon would just be cut off by the beam weapon, since a laser would go through metal no problem. But this weapon was made of a SPECIAL metal that was currently conducting some strange energy wave that clashed with the beam "halberd", the beam blade stopped at exactly where the aura was flowing around the sword.

The Andromeda also allowed itself to suddenly back off, boosting backwards with the rotateble apogee boosters around its waist, backing just out of attack range, allowing exactly 5 more seconds for the weapon to disperse, since the other 5 were already passed by before clashing with the opponent's mech. Now, both hands free, the Andromeda pulled its second blade out and rushed right back into combat with a sudden blast of boosters along the entire array on its back, both hands pointed forward, the two blades coming together on the ends to make a sort of a spear, going right foir the center of the Gelgoog with the points.

If it couldn't prevent the entire fleet from running away... It would prevent it's current opponent from doing so, if possible. And that is exactly what the mech was doing.
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Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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(By the way, to address part of an issue that was brought up by Spoony here, many planets in this RP actually have multiple climates. Avalon and New Gettysburg are Earth-like, and as such, have the climates we have on Earth, and Fornax is at least double-climated, with both tropic and temperate zones.)

Clarke's war room, Avalon

Suddenly, alarms blared, and Clarke's eyes shot to her tactical display. A holographic map of the area around Avalon was shown, and it showed Peterson's (and possibly Eggman's) fleet fast approaching. She wasted little time in rallying the remainder of Avalon's defense fleet, and made a transmission to the Normandy.

Its pilots may have missed their training mission, but now they were going to have a "trial by fire"...

Over New Gettysburg

The nuke came frightfully close to the loyalist fleet, but was hit and destroyed safely by fighter craft. The loyalists continued to engage what rebels remained in orbit over New Gettysburg.


T.R.S. Normandy

The Normandy had turned back in the direction of Avalon, and jumped to hyperspace.

"All mech pilots, to the briefing room NOW." sounded Didymus's voice over the Normandy's intercom.
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Darkness surrounded him... How he was able to even survive was a mystery. Luckily, he was able to fit his air tank before the explosion. Still, he didn't even believe it was worth it. He couldn't feel any of his extremities, and if it weren't for his quickly diminishing eyesight, he would've sworn they had been lost.

He took one last breath of air, and struggled to say what he was assured would be his final words.

"I swear... I will kill him for this..."

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As the Andromeda came flying towards Peterson, the commander grinned, turning around while still flying backwards, adjusting his boosters accordingly.

“There’s a reason why I’m the Commander of the Revolutionary Fleet,” Peterson said casually, “And it’s not just my skill.”

Shots fired out from another mech, and Maria in her custom Gyan Mobile Suit fired several rounds from the rotating shield that this mech used, straight at the Andromeda, giving them just enough time to get into the final ship, and blast into hyperspace…

-Avalon-

As the Revolutionary Fleet began to enter Avalon’s system, several messages were relayed back and forth.

Eggman was typing hurriedly at the screen, and a countdown showed up on it, his eyes alight beneath his dark glasses.

Soon, The Normandy would be back, and Eggman could start his plan.

-Revolutionary Battleship: The Righteous Indignation-

Peterson, still in his Geloog, started giving out orders, and instructed Eggman, who Peterson knew was now considered an ally of theirs, but stay wary.

Part of fleet, which held a number of skilled, not named pilots, flew off into battle, heading over the area of Avalon’s current capitol for an attack.

Another third of the fleet stayed back for support.

And the third third…Was no where to be seen…
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The Andromeda almost had its target. Almost. And almost never counts. The rounds fired from the circular shield of the mech that suddenly appeared as backup threw the Andromeda off for just a second, just enough to lose sight of its enemy that made a run for it. Had the pilot been anybody else, they would have sworn and cursed for all they were worth.

Unfortunately, the pilot of the Andromeda was not any normal person and simple relayed a long-distance communication back to Avalon.

"Target lost. Rebel fleet has completely withdrawn from New Gettysburg. Awaiting further orders."

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Outside Avalon Orbit

A ship approached. And it wasn't just any ship. Moving into detection range suddenly and without warning, just like the Andromeda, popping out of hyperspace and into the current dimension, came a large, blue-black-and-silver spacecraft. It wasn't by any means the size of a battlecruiser, more along the lines of a battleship or a small carrier, this one looked completely different from ANY space-development designs anywhere.

The ship cuts its thrusters, bringing up a powerful shield as it came in from the opposite side of the planet from the Rebel fleet, displaying no hostility to either side.

The NL Apocalypse has arrived.

Inside, on the bridge, four people were seated. Piloting the ship, a rather muscular-looking guy in what looked like metallic-plated chest armor, boots and pauldrons with bluish leather everywhere else. He was looking completely and entirely too smug about his job, and was skillfully twisting the controls every now and then, eager to get into a fight. A blue number 6 was imprinted heavily into his forehead, but it did not look like a scar. More like a natural part of him. However, the strangest part overall was the metallic line that seemed like a part of his skin that ran horizontally cross his nose and over both cheeks, disappearing behind a bush of black hair. The look was completed with a metallic "patch" over his right eye, his other a glaring yellow.

Behind him, in the two copilot seats for the engineer and communications sat women, bearing the exact same traits as the pilot except for the eye patch and the yellow eye, their eyes being of a bright-green color. However, just like the pilot, they bore numbers on their foreheads, 11 and 12 respectively, their faces set into busy and concentrated frowns as they watched the screens spread out on front of them, their mechanical hands flying all over the keys.

Behind the three androids, in the commandeering seat with the best view, sat the man himself. Desty Nova, the scientists of scientists, the genius amongst professors, the one who stumbled upon the treasure trove of the world and used it to its fullest extent. Dressed in a white lab coat as usual with those strange, black goggles that amplified his sight, Desty Nova was currently busy with the most recent plate of flan, giggling maniacally as he watched the Rebel fleet attack Avalon.

"The forces will clash soon... Set course for the Avalon moon!"

The pilot nodded and the ship jerked forward, moving much faster than it SHOULD have due to its size.
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Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
~ Desty Nova, Morality


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The Normandy had emerged from hyperspace over Avalon, and Didymus was already in his mech. He had given orders to Rachel to brief the other pilots in case they actually showed up in the briefing room, but he had, himself, already spoken to Clarke, and was suited up and activating his mech. It slowly powered up, and, with a silent prayer, Didymus powered up its thrusters, and it shot out of the hangar toward the developing battle...

New Gettysburg

"Roger that, Nova. Proceed to the surface battle zones of New Gettysburg and aid our ground forces. The zones should be highlighted on your HUD. Avalon out." came the reply to "Nova's" transmission.
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Nova turned off the transmission and the Andromeda swerved about, facing towards the planet. Its thrusters activated, and it shot forward, straight for the atmospheric layer, accelerating as it went due to the gravitational pull of the planet, entering the atmosphere fearlessly. Flames began to gather around it as the outer shell heated up, but the heat was contained within the outer armor shell, the metal strong enough to protect it from melting down, even at such high atmospheric speeds.

It fell like a rock, boosters off and silent, unrequired for its fall. And it was falling right for one of the zones labeled on its navigational display.

The pilot then pulled up a display of a large area of the surface, scanning as it came down, assessing the battlefield before it entered combat, labeling units, the on-board computer assigning targets and friendlies on the fly. It was not nearly as advanced as a learning-capable Artificial Intelligence... But it was a supercomputer that magnified the abilities of the pilot, letting him see the entire battlefield and act accordingly.

As it continued to fall, the Andromeda put away its swords and a blue glow appeared around its right arm. It was again arming itself with a ranged weapon.
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~ Desty Nova, Karmatron Theory

Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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Didymus's mech continued to streak towards the rebel forces.

Inside, Didymus himself was slowly watching the fighting loom closer with a very earnest look upon his face. He had prayed, his will was made out (as a teenager, that really wasn't hard to do), and he was about as ready as he was going to be to fight. The hour had come, again, where he was being called upon to put his safety on the line to preserve the unity of the United Terran Republic.

He had also discussed things with Clarke, and knew he had permission to say what he was about to say.

He opened a channel to Peterson's fleet.

"This is colonel Didymus in the United Terran Republic army. I will give you this chance to surrender. Do so, and you will be taken humanely as a prisoner of war. Do not do so, and I will not hold back unless you do."

Perhaps his call would get the attention of some pilots, which would, itself, draw them away from the main battle, and thus, perhaps, give the loyalists an advantage in it...
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After Didymus’s message went out across the fleet, there was a sort of silence.

“Heh…” another voice called out from the advancing Rebel Fleet.

“Colonel Didymus, nice to finally meet you in the field of battle. I’ve heard good things about you.”

Another small silence, then, Peterson continued. “I’m sorry, but we are fighting for our independence. We are fighting to show that Earth Government that we our independent, that we can govern ourselves.

“All men are created equal. We are endowed by certain, unalienable rights, among them Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness…When a government can not provide these rights, it is the of the people to rise up and overthrow it, to create a government that can!

“The Earth Federation has become to bloated, to slow, to corrupt! We wish to bring about a reform, back to what made us humans great…” Peterson finished, flipping a button in his mech. “We are the future! We will have our independence!!!”

Peterson's speech stayed the mind of any Rebel that might have thought of surrendering. Perhaps, had Peterson been in the back, looking over things, a few might have still given up.

But Peterson proved to them that he believed what he said. He was leading the attack. All of them were flying towards Avalon in formation, ready to fight for their independence...

Elsewhere, Eggman chuckled, looking over the attack, then grinned.

“Time to attack…Mech Companies 1, 2, 3, and 4, attack and help the Rebellion! The rest, hang back for now!” Eggman ordered.

From the ‘northern’ end of the planet, a stream of Eggman’s unmanned mechs came attacking towards the same point that Peterson’s part of the army was heading for!
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For a moment, Didymus reflected on Peterson's words...

The Terran Republic may be imperfect, but what government man has set up in the past has been perfect? I've studied our laws, or government, and I cannot help but believe that the rebel claims are...unfounded...and if humanity were to split...

Didymus spoke into his communicator again.

"Can you name me one right you were denied under the republic? It is imperfect, true, but I say that it has not denied you those rights you named! And what makes you think that your own government will be so good? Just because it is based on a planet besides Earth does NOT guarantee its virtue! And what if you succeed? Humanity would be split. We have had peace and unity-the human race has had unity-men, women and children of all faiths, all ethnicities, have stood side by side and have built the United Terran Republic TOGETHER! If that unity is broken, imagine the consequences! Soon enough, your own people may become disenfranchised with your government, and may break off and form another nation! And another! And ANOTHER! THAT is what you are opening the door for! The fracturing of the human race into potentially HUNDREDS of independent states across the galaxy, all vying against each other! Warfare and treachery and discord everywhere where once unity and brotherhood had been! Is that your vision for humanity? To bicker and squabble amongst ourselves in hundreds of independent factions to the end times?"

As he had been saying this, he had been powering up his mech, preparing to engage...a fleet formed up behind him, a considerable portion of a fleet, at least, with him at its head, at the tip of its spear.

"Attack." he said, and streamed foreward, as the battle raged around the planet, some loyalist forces engaging Eggman's forces, another engaging Peterson's, and Clarke, from her war room on Avalon itself, directing them, ensuring that every move the defending fleet made was coordinated, consistent...and efficieant.

Didymus streaked forward in his mech.

"You have been given fair warning." he said, calmly and earnestly.

With that, his mech targeted one of the rebel capital ships and began to fire its heavy rockets as loyalist fighter craft streaked past him and into the rebel formation, and the capital ships closed into firing range of each other...

...and Didymus kept an eye out for any rebel mechs or fighters that may attempt to challenge him.
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Lifeless, Avenger continued to float throughout the vast regions of space, with just enough air left to last him a good five minutes.

"Heh... Looks like I'm done for..." He quietly muttered.
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The strange, blue-black-and-silver ship continues spinning around the orbit of the planet, skirting the edges of the battlefield, watching as rebel ships headed in from every corner. The man who commandeered this ship, the scientist of scientists, looked UTTERLY amused as he listened to the radio communications that have been launched and counter-launched.

Peterson fighting to topple the government in a show of anarchy. Didymus fighting in the name of control and overall rule. Both fought for peace, yet both waged war on each other, even if their goals were so similar.

He couldn't help but laugh! How AMUSING humans were at times like these, how Karma fluctuated in the area! Oh, he has chosen the exactly RIGHT place to finally step into the picture!

Oh, what his "child" was missing... So many things he has been denied! So much FU-...

Wait a second...

"Elf, please create a Karma map of New Gettysburg. I want to see something"

One of the girls, the one on the left, saluted with a smile and her quick fingers ran over the holographic keys, bringing up a large map of lines that have flowed around New Gettysburg... And there they were, a few red strands around blue ones. Nova nodded as the girl zoomed in on the red strands all connected to a single human...

"Interesting..."

The pilot sneered at the sight. "Are you REALLY going to bother with a fly, professor? He doesn't even look half worth your attention."

Nova shook his head. "Indeed... Yet, Karma speaks for itself. He may be a major player much later on. OR, he may be able to turn the tide of battle TODAY. And if not... Kyahaaaaaa-hahahahaheehee! He would make the PERFECT experimental subject! And of all things, our friend is currently heading down to New Gettysburg. Shall we?"

The pilot scoffed but said nothing, afraid to contradict the man in the white lab coat. The man, laughing out yet again, brought up a communication screen...

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New Gettysburg

The pilot who called himself Nova, heading down to the surface of the planet which he just help defend, suddenly stopped, receiving a transmission. The mech reversed in direction and headed out of orbit.

"What is it, professor?"

The man in the white lab coat on the screen nodded his head in approval. "Smart move. You are to retrieve an important player in the field. Of course, I do not know HOW important yet, but indeed, he will be a rather INTERESTING key in the upcoming events... And is just one FUN person."

"Cut to the business, professor."

The white-coated man laughed. "Always to the point. Very well. You are to retrieve a man in a broken-down machine floating away from the battle space of New Gettysburg, and his life is quite... Limited. I sent the Karma map to your navigational systems. This takes top. Priority. Got it?"

"Affirmative. commencing with mission."

The pilot who called himself Nova nodded and turned off communications, applied the Karma map to his surrounding area, matched the directions, and shot off in the direction it pointed him in...

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The Andromeda make quick headway, and in under three minutes, the black robot was already within range of the target's location. Closing in, the black machine cut its thrusters and started to slow down quite quickly with no visaible thrusters to create such an effective brake. As the mech closed in on the location, he saw it.

A space-capable pilot suit with an oxygen tank and a warmer to protect against the cold of space, even for a little while. The mech suddenly moved into the man's sight, looming almost dangerously over him, before turning around and facing its entire thruster array towards him. However, the thrusters didn't fire. The 8 thrusters, 4 on each side and running down it's back flipped to the suide as the main four, two main boosters and their four maneuver backups around them lifted upwards, revealing a rather small compartment meant for cargo.

Or in this case, a human.

The mech then slowly moved upwards, adjusting its flight so it caught the pilot suit and the pilot within perfectly into the cargo hold. The main array closed behind the pilot, leaving him in pitch-darkness as the thrusters clicked into their positions.

Then, the cargo space was suddenly illuminated by strange, green lights that almost seemed to sparkle, four tube-like lamps that ran along the walls and connected both above and below, illuminating a space with a multitude of closed hatches for what looked like connections to some sort of module and/or for repair and engineering systems.

A hiss erupted within as air was supplied to the cargo space, the green lights glowing slightly to warm the area. Then, the green lamps suddenly started to sparkle, as though an electrical current was running through them... And Avenger was effortlessly lifted and held in the exact center of the cargo space by conflicting gravitational fields that pressed in on the body from all sides like some soft pillows...

A second after, a holographic screen popped up in front of Avenger's helmeted face, showing the pilot of the mech, the golden-eyed man who called himself "Nova".

"Nova to unidentified pilot. Are you alive?"

(Keep in mind that the cargo space is barely enough to fit a human, exactly enough to fit a 2-meter-tall pod of unidentified liquid. It's enough to fit a small pilot's cockpit, and that is pretty much it. NOT a lot of space.)
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